Chapter 1704: Chapter 567: The Troubles of Successful People

If there were no entanglements between the two sides, Liu Zhenhan’s massive confrontation on the Tang Zang Empire’s territory, leaving corpses scattered and blood flowing like rivers, wouldn’t be a big deal. As the saying goes, “The sky is high and the emperor is far away.” Even if the Tang Zang Empire is stronger than the Sea Clan, is there any way for them to settle accounts with Florence?

However, the close relationship between the two sides has instead created a huge problem. Watching foreign troops suppress dissent on their own land made it impossible for the burly and mysterious Prince, as a Prince of the Tang Zang Empire, to stand idly by.

Of course not!

Allowing foreign troops to create a large-scale conflict within one’s own city is behavior that no national machine can permit!

If Tang Zang troops marched to the Donau Wasteland to suppress bandits, Liu Zhenhan would never tolerate it either!

He brought so many top-notch experts to make Wenger cognizant—tonight the situation is beyond your control, even if Heru City’s defense is strong, it is no match for so many Aegean masters.

Sometimes, an intimidating lineup is more persuasive than any words. That’s the essence of it.

Although he felt somewhat unjust, Old Liu couldn’t care less at this moment.

If negotiations were possible, then negotiate; if compensation was due, then provide it. If negotiation fails, proceed as necessary.

One hand extended can only stretch so far, and since only one side could be focused on, Liu Zhenhan prioritized his own interests.

The ancient dragons Wenger and Ibrahim, upon learning that Liu Zhenhan intended to visit the Silk Continent and wage a campaign, offered him some advice.

In Dragon Clan tradition, members are absolutely prohibited from venturing to other continents. This rule, which insults the strength and proud nature of dragons, wasn’t because Aegean Dragons were inherently cowardly, but because of their keen awareness of global forces.

The recent secretive return of Daisy, Ruona, and Andulan’s father to Dragon City for a meeting revealed to Liu Zhenhan a part of the mystery—it turned out that the Demon Dragon Clan in the Demon World has a skill called “Dragon Devour,” allowing them to gain the Aegean Dragon’s magic ability by consuming a dragon’s scales, bones, and crystal nucleus!

Theoretically, if a Demon Dragon devoured all sub-dragon types, it could master all magic abilities!

Of course, this is merely theoretical, as actually achieving this feat is extremely difficult. Even if one could master all forms of magic, so what? Even if all branches of magic could reach the dragon level, what difference would it make? Casting magic is unlike using a repeating crossbow; it requires summoning and chanting, where magical mastery seeks specialization, not diversity!

From this analysis, focusing on four adult combat Black Dragons and Enrida’s fire spells is truly terrifying, highlighting that the foul-mouthed parrot Mattlazi is the real dreadful existence!

Nevertheless, the terror of Demon Dragons is undeniable, and this fact must be acknowledged by everyone, including Liu Zhenhan, who had previously beaten a Demon Dragon.

At that time, the Demon Dragon kept quiet after being attacked; in hindsight, it was still due to the title of Demon King’s highest military presence accompanying it.

The principle is the same; since the Demon World has such formidable Magical Beasts preying on Aegean Dragons, who can confirm the absence of similar existences on other continents?

In nature, even ordinary predators like lions and tigers scrupulously demarcate territories, let alone powerful super-level warcraft! Entering foreign territories recklessly without triggering a massive defensive assault would be bizarre, as powerful beings aren’t exclusive to the Aegean!

The dragons’ travel restriction ideology is rather plain—historically, there have been instances of Otherworldly Magical Beasts invading the Aegean, and Aegean Dragons have never refrained from fighting aggressive battles, battles nobody desires on their doorstep.

This applies not just to magical beasts but also to wisdom races with territories—except the names change, to countries, yet essentially it’s the same.

Old Liu, leading his army onto the Silk Continent tonight, at the end of the day, is essentially invading another nation’s territory.

As he and his Centaurs emerged from the magic teleportation array on the Silk Continent, a youthful monastery novice greeted him, respectfully leading a formidable number of “Aegean invaders” along a creaky narrow boardwalk, then around a quiet pebbled path, through the antiquated wooden building group and main gate, arriving at a secluded overhang beyond red clay gold-tiled walls.

Beneath several ancient, towering pine trees, the burly and mysterious Prince, accompanied by two apprentices and numerous Silk monks, sat solemnly on jade cushions, dignified with focused gazes, sitting alongside Ascetic Monks, quietly watching the river beneath the mountain, listening to the pine waves, unmoving like a bell.

The scene was a classic ensemble of monks with the full moon, their bald heads gleaming in the starlight.

This location was quite elevated, offering a vantage point over all of Heru City.

In the deep night, this Oriental city resembled a young maiden by the water, showcasing all the Silk Continent’s serenity, charm, and elegance to the “Aegean invaders.”

The lake that ran through the city center was like a jade belt, winding its way through. It was midsummer, and the lake was full of lush lotus leaves with fragrant lotus flowers in bloom, all competing in beauty under the bright moonlight and starlit night.

Climbing to a higher vantage point, with the occasional warm breeze gently blowing, the scent of the lotus penetrated deeply. Even a single breath of this air made one feel detached from the mundane world.

There is a well-known saying on the Silk Continent—”Above lies the Hongjun Gate, below lies Heru City.” This phrase praises this city, describing “Hongjun Gate” as the celestial palace of the gods in Oriental legends. Everyone who has witnessed the scenery of Heru City would surely agree with this exaggerated compliment.

This is Liu Shock’s first visit to the Silk Continent. Under the moonlight, he took a look around, feeling that this Oriental city was very different from the Aegean; the Eastern delicacy is unimaginable in the Donau Wasteland. The scenery here seemed more suitable for a painting than reality.

And this place where the Tang Zang Prince resides looks like an enormous “Fanyu.”

This “Fanyu” is built on a high hill, and from the reflection at the foot of the hill in the hazy night, all the buildings form an elegant spiral shape with the hill. Amidst the lingering sound of the evening bell, it exudes an indescribable sense of sanctity and harmony.

The scent of sandalwood and lotus fills the air, blending together, enveloping the clothes, and lingering for a long time.

Xiao Kong had already told his opportunistic father that the “Fanyu” is the place where the ascetic monks of the Silk Continent reside and study their doctrines. In Liu Shock’s understanding, this is akin to a monastery or nunnery, although the architectural styles differ greatly, they resemble in “apparent solemnity”—a typical trait of all religious buildings.

In Liu Shock’s understanding, “Fanyu” is completely contrary to the authentic teachings of Su Jia. This is evidently a divergence caused by cross-regional transmission—in the Aegean Continent, ascetic monks emphasize “not staying in one place for three nights,” favoring simplicity and austerity in their food and clothing, and would certainly not reside in such a tranquil and elegant place.

However, one cannot deny the purity and transcendence here. Living here for long seems to cleanse even the darkest and most ruthless souls, transforming them into beings untouched by earthly worries.

Yet within this ethereal and transcendent atmosphere, there now lay a trace of the ominous clatter of iron hooves and golden spears.

It seemed Liu Shock’s silent arrival brought with it the fierce northern wind of the Donau Wasteland; before long, the copper bells tied to pine branches and eaves began to ring with loud and pleasing chimes.

“Your Highness, I apologize for keeping you waiting.” Liu Shock stood behind the Tang Zang Prince, stroked his chin, and after some hesitation, sighed internally—speaking of bloodshed in such a Zen-filled ambiance really spoiled the scene.

“Richard, you are too courteous.” The mysterious and stout Prince did not move an inch in his position, his tone calm and serene: “Just now, from the moon, I saw you and Flower Queen Elise. You two make quite a pair. We’ve been watching with great interest and never felt lonely.”

Elise felt both shy and annoyed but had nothing to argue about. Reasoning with these monks was impossible; it took them only three sentences to baffle someone, and they could converse endlessly for three days and nights without tiring, making them truly formidable.

“Visiting late at night, I have a request for Your Highness.” Liu Shock disliked beating around the bush and gritted his teeth before getting to the point: “I came this time with the intention to rescue a cherished friend of mine from your Tang Zang Heru City, and also…”

“Richard, take a look at this South Lake.” The Tang Zang Prince stretched out his hand, pointing towards the clear waters at the base of the hill, filled with lotus flowers.

“Your Highness, what are you trying to show me?” Liu Shock was quite puzzled.

His extraordinary eyesight had naturally long discerned the numerous maidens picking lotuses anew under the soft glimmer of the flowing water.

Along the waves and shimmering reflections, sweet, clear laughter had also been heard long ago.

However, the Prince certainly wouldn’t sit there for ages just to watch beauties, a frivolous task Liu Shock might indulge in, but the mysterious and stalwart Prince certainly wouldn’t.

“What kind of Zen puzzle is this elegant monk trying now?” Old Liu groaned inwardly, for this was not his forte.

“At the end of the South Lake, there is a tower, built during the Yun Qin era, known as the Seven Treasures.” The Tang Zang Prince pointed towards a spindle-shaped silhouette looming in the distant night, obscured by branches, requiring a certain focus to discern: “Years ago, after the Yun Qin emperor unified the world, he collected all the weapons of the realm and forged twelve Golden Figures, seven Golden Towers, and various musical instruments like bianzhong and huanglu. This was to stop the use of martial strength, and the Seven Treasures Pagoda in Heru City serves as a memorabilia of that splendid era.”

“It seems Your Highness has already guessed what I wanted to say.” Liu Shock chuckled: “Conversing with you is not tiresome at all.”

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