Who Made You Cultivate Seriously?

Qin Luo traveled to a world of cultivation where demons ran rampant. To protect himself, he came to the Dragon and Tiger Monastery to learn from a master, only to find out that his master was a swi...

Chapter 35 The Heir Apparent of the Prince of Zhenbei

The vixen's smile vanished.

Zhu Chi's expression also turned serious. "It seems the rumors are true. This Dragon Tiger Temple is indeed extraordinary."

Zhou Dapeng got up from the ground, his face full of smiles. "Young Master, I am very familiar with the immortal masters of Longhu Temple. I've come to knock on the door."

The seductive woman sneered, "If we weren't very close, I don't think you would have needed to hide the matter of the Dragon Tiger Temple's investiture of gods."

"Fairy Hu, please don't misunderstand." Zhou Dapeng wiped the sweat from his forehead, unsure how to respond.

Creak!

Qin Luo opened the gate of Longhu Temple.

"What a handsome Taoist priest."

The seductive woman gazed at Qin Luo and couldn't help but lick her lips.

Qin Luo could smell the fox's scent, and he knew she was a real vixen after just one glance at the fox-spirited woman.

A demon beast capable of transformation must possess considerable cultivation, far surpassing Xu Yuan, who visited the Dragon Tiger Temple that day.

Qin Luo glanced at everyone, finally settling on the white-robed old man beside Zhu Chi. The old man leaned on a cane, his eyes were gray and lifeless. Although he was blind, Qin Luo could sense that the old man was watching him. He was a very powerful cultivator.

Zhou Dapeng quickly introduced, "Immortal Master, this is the heir of the Prince of Zhenbei."

Qin Luo said calmly, "Dragon Tiger Temple does not welcome you."

Zhou Dapeng was speechless with embarrassment.

Qin Luo knew they wanted to break down the door, and since they didn't give Longhu Temple any face, he naturally wouldn't give them any face either.

"Commendable courage."

The seductive woman said with a chuckle.

Wang Xiao, standing next to Zhu Chi, pointed his sword at Qin Luo and said coldly, "Upon seeing the Crown Prince of Great Xia, why don't you kneel down immediately!"

"hehe."

Qin Luo couldn't help but laugh. If you have to kneel before princes and nobles, what's the point of cultivating immortality?

Wang Xiao looked at Zhu Chi, knowing that if he nodded, he would immediately draw his sword to teach Qin Luo a lesson.

Zhu Chi closed his jade fan, his face filled with arrogance, not taking Qin Luo seriously. "I want to talk to your abbot, as this concerns the future of Longhu Temple."

"I told you you're not welcome here."

Qin Luo refused outright, knowing they had come with malicious intent, and he thought his master would be displeased if he saw them.

Zhu Chi narrowed his eyes and sneered. He nodded slightly, the curve of his nod barely perceptible.

Wang Xiao received the hint and grinned mischievously. He had just been blocked by a wooden door, which made him lose face. Now he could get revenge on this arrogant kid.

"Taoist priest, take this!"

Wang Xiao charged toward Qin Luo with his sword.

Qin Luo stood inside the door, motionless.

The seductive woman covered her mouth, "It would be a pity to hurt such delicate skin."

The old man in white quickly reminded him, "Young Master, causing a death here could lead to trouble."

"Don't worry, Wang Xiao knows what he's doing."

Zhu Chi sneered. He was of noble status, a member of the Great Xia royal family. Elders from all sects had to bow to him. How could a mere Taoist priest from the Dragon Tiger Temple not take him seriously? How could he tolerate this?

Only Zhou Dapeng and Cao Mang were worried for Wang Xiao, as they knew Qin Luo was very powerful.

Just as Wang Xiao was about to stab Qin Luo.

The experts of the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion all felt a chill at the same time.

A golden light appeared, and Wu Xuantian walked out of the door. He held a broadsword and cut the spirit sword in Wang Xiao's hand in half with one stroke. Then his head was separated from his body.

Wang Xiao watched his body collapse.

His head finally rolled to the feet of the vixen.

Wu Xuantian was tall and imposing. He held his golden broadsword upright in front of him, gripping the hilt with both hands. He had the air of someone who could hold off ten thousand men. He said indifferently, "Dare to cause trouble at Longhu Temple? Kill without mercy!"