CHAPTER 261: REPORT!

The First Prince, Fang Tianren, cultivated in peace inside his personal cultivation room when a sudden knock on the door attracted his attention.

Knock! Knock!

The prince, without even opening his eyelids, calmly ordered: "Come in and report."

Since this was a common practice of the first prince, his aide, an emperor realm expert of the Tang clan who held an elder position, was used to reporting to the prince in this manner.

They had a high amount of trust built between each other after being with each other for so long.

Tang Wuqi, the prince’s aide, opened the door and entered.

He bowed briefly and informed: "Your Highness, a report has arrived from the spies planted in the Shang Clan."

"Hmm." The prince hummed before questioning: "What is mentioned in the report? Were they able to assassinate my dear ninth brother?"

A smile appeared briefly on his face as he finished his question.

After the emperor’s birthday ended, the first order the prince gave to his faction was to eliminate the biggest threat that loomed over their heads.

He knew that the third princess wasn’t smart enough to overcome the advantage the first prince had over her.

However, Ashen was a different matter.

He was just twenty years old and still became a core-formation realm cultivator.

This was unheard of.

If he had not witnessed it with his own two eyes, he would’ve treated this news as a joke.

Even now, many people doubted the authenticity of this news due to how ridiculous it sounded.

However, Ashen’s strength and faction were rising at an unimaginably high speed.

It would be better to remove this rising dragon before it can fully evolve and grow.

Even right now, many powers were rushing to join the ninth prince’s faction.

It was a necessity to eliminate him.

Similar to the first prince, the second prince, Fang Ruihan, and the third princess, Fang Ruoyan, had also placed the order to have Ashen assassinated.

This was a threat that united the three royal princes and princess.

Tang Wuqi lightly sighed before he informed the prince of the report sent by the spies.

"Your Highness Tianren, The spies mentioned that the ninth prince has disappeared from the Shang Clan! He appeared to have gone into seclusion knowing that there would be assassination attempts on his life."

"Oh...?" The first prince, slightly surprised by this news, twitched his eyelids before commenting with an amused smile. "It appears ninth brother isn’t only talented in cultivation. He has used his brain a bit."

He paused before widening his smile and continued:

"Well, this too is to our benefit. Him hiding like a little rat will display how much of a coward he really is.

First he hid his cultivation, and now he hid himself!

The sects and clans that were looking to join his faction would surely find this worrisome.

We just need to use their worries and doubts to make them join our faction!!"

"I understand, your highness." Tang Wuqi spoke as he bowed; however, he didn’t leave.

Not hearing his leaving footsteps, Fang Tianren, the first prince, questioned with furrowed eyebrows:

"Why aren’t you leaving? Is there something else to report?"

"Yes, your highness." Tang Wuqi nodded. "I have something else to bring to your attention."

"Speak, what is it?" The prince questioned in a hurried voice.

He was in the middle of cultivation.

Though he could manage talking while maintaining his focus on cultivating for a limited time, he didn’t like being disturbed during cultivation.

"Your Highness, the Blood Demon Lord’s daughter has been heavily wounded." Tang Wuqi reported. "He has requested your help!"

"Hah. That dog dares to act like this?" The First Prince spoke annoyingly. "I already helped him when he invaded the QingLong tribe. He hasn’t even repaid me enough for that favor, and he dares to ask for another one."

"But, Your Highness..." Tang Wuqi tried to remind. "He joined your faction as promised. Shouldn’t you help your subordinate?"

"Tang Wuqi!!" Fang Tianren yelled in a frustrated and angered tone. "Are you telling me what to do??"

"I don’t dare!" Tang Wuqi instantly apologized, getting on his knees. "I don’t dare!"

"Know your place!" The first prince calmed himself as he ordered: "Forget about that dog of the Xue Mo tribe and focus on taking care of my ninth brother!"

"Yes, your highness!" Tang Wuqi said before leaving with slow footsteps.

He was contemplating whether to report the news of a treasure appearing in the north; however, since only the northern tribes could acquire this treasure, it held little value to the first prince.

Moreover, the first prince didn’t lack treasures.

If he desired that treasure, he could always force the owner to offer it to him as a gift.

No one would dare offend him for a treasure.

Tang Wuqi decided to postpone reporting the news of the treasure to the first prince, since the first prince wasn’t in a favorable mood.

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Midnight, in front of the entrance to the forest of beasts, Zhuji Tribe’s western prefecture,

The new deputy leader, Zhuji Fanrong, stood in front of the entrance, her eyes, a mixture of gold and bronze, gazing in the opposite direction with an impatient look.

She wore a robe of sky-blue silk, its fabric hugging her figure yet flowing freely like drifting clouds. Embroidered with delicate patterns, the garment revealed her snow-white skin and curves that could stir the hearts of even the most stoic cultivators.

The intentional gaps in her dress revealed the parts of her body that could arouse any man from their slumber.

Behind her stood eight king realm cultivators along with their huge spirit beasts, making their group appear threatening and dangerous.

Other than them, there was another king realm cultivator, the successor of Beast Sovereign, Huan Tian. Behind him were his four tiger kings.

Hu Shui, the abyssal tiger queen, stood to his right, staying close to him. Her long, midnight blue hair cascaded down her back like a silken waterfall, framing a face that was both ethereal and predatory. Her icy blue eyes gazed at her master, ready to fulfill any order from him.

The reason for her gaze was the two females to her master’s right—Ni Yan and Yu Li.

Ni Yan was a beauty herself; however, compared to Hu Shui and Fanrong, she fell short. Her short, chestnut-brown hair framed a delicate face with bright, lively eyes that seemed to hold a quiet intelligence.

She had slipped her arm through his with quiet grace, her hand finding its place just above his elbow, the delicate lace of her sleeve brushing against the smooth fabric of his robe.

She was pressing her breasts against his arm in an attempt to seduce him as she spoke cheerfully:

"Huan Tian, now that the princess has become the deputy leader, you’ll fulfill your promise, correct?"

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