Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1630 - 517: Fake Divine Envoy {Part 2}

Chapter 1630: Chapter 517: Fake Divine Envoy {Part 2}

"Save someone? Hell, you’d better save yourself first." Liu Zhenhan slowly reached out, his hand approaching the temple of the Diao Chan beauty. This beauty originally intended to avoid him, but Old Liu rudely grabbed her soft, smooth chin and plucked off the snow-white magic flower from the side of her ear.

This was an incredibly beautiful plant, a slender green vine as verdant as jade, smooth to the touch like fat, with a delicate and faintly fragrant golden-stamen white flower at its tip, and the vine’s tail had numerous snow-white root tendrils, spotless and pure.

This was a "Perfumed Hyacinth."

It not only had a captivating floral scent, but also could transmit sounds through the petals and the vibrations in the air to all ears within a thousand yards, as if spoken directly to them.

Its capability to amplify sound doubles with every additional thousand years of its age. For now, it is still very young, with only the ability to synchronize the volume.

Flowering plants are supposed to be planted in soil or nutrient solution to survive; this is the most basic plant knowledge. However, Liu Zhenhan, through the "Blossom Speak Understanding," learned from this beautiful hyacinth that it has been tucked behind the ear of this Diao Chan for more than a year, and the aura from Diao Chan’s body nourished its growth better than the richest soil.

Liu Zhenhan unceremoniously tucked the "Perfumed Hyacinth" firmly into his own lapel, and this magic flower became even more enamored and eager for the breath of his body.

"Your Majesty Flower King, I must deeply apologize for the offense caused to you by the temple guardians. It is my usual demonstration of floral control that made many mistakenly believe it was a divine miracle, leading to today’s events..." The Diao Chan beauty smiled bitterly, gazing at the "Perfumed Hyacinth."

She hadn’t finished speaking when Old Liu had already placed a sharp Crystal Broadsword across her delicate, pale neck.

A crisp, sweet, and piercing scream quickly rang out from behind the main temple’s door.

With the sound of hurried steps rushing past, at least twenty long-haired, dazzling peacock maidens burst from behind the door, standing tensely behind this dreamy envoy, gazes full of fear yet each daring to stare directly at Liu Zhenhan, filled with sorrow, pleading, and above all, anger.

What especially astonished Old Liu was that among these twenty or so "Peacock Holy Women" of the Brunei Main Temple, at least ten had delicate fingers clutching flowers of different colors and varieties, and around their slender bodies, colorful flowers floated and revolved in the air like satellites and carousel lanterns.

"I, Emperor Polo..." Liu Zhenhan hung his tongue in astonishment, stunned for half a day, as the Crystal Sword in his hand clattered onto the ground.

Wei Zhi beside him covered her mouth in surprise, then relaxed and exhaled a long breath, clutching her chest.

Unexpected revelation! Liu Zhenhan very difficultly swallowed his saliva, shocked to find that this damn temple not only had one Flower Chancellor but hid so many titles within its court!

"Listen to me, all of you, retreat immediately! I’ve told you before, with the Flower King here, your floral arcane arts have no room to play!" The Diao Chan beauty Haihuasi’s expression changed dramatically, her gentle tone trembling, less like a scolding and more like a plea for these Peacock Holy Women to leave.

These Peacock Holy Women with their colorful hair displayed a determination to face death fearlessly, none of them retreating, instead coming forward a step, surrounding and protecting the Diao Chan beauty like stars encircling the moon.

"Damn domineering." Liu Zhenhan waved his hand single-handedly, and all the flowers instantly adhered to his body, naturally disarming the peacock maidens who bore the floral aristocratic title.

Though Liu Zhenhan had no jurisdiction over those holding floral titles, he had absolute control over the flowers, showcasing the formidable power of the master of myriad blooms.

"Lord Flower Chancellor, then please tell a Flower King, why is there suddenly such a large gathering of those holding floral titles at the Brunei Main Temple! Don’t tell me this is a coincidence!" Liu Zhenhan absolutely did not believe these title holders originated naturally; the world could not have such improbable coincidences: "If you dare to deceive me with a single word, I guarantee, there won’t be a single tile left here!"

"Your Majesty Flower King!" The extraordinarily lovely Little Diao Chan paled with fear, having witnessed the massacre, he completely understood the brutal nature of the silver gaze before him: "Appointing officials originally fell within the authority of the Flower Chancellor; anyone who cherishes flowers, I naturally have the right to grant floral titles! These eleven Peacock Holy Women at the Brunei Main Temple are all flower lovers, so..."

"Appointing officials? Are you implying... you can appoint a hundred flower lovers with floral titles? With the ability to wield floral arcane arts?" Liu Zhenhan’s pupils widened to the extreme, and above his head, the silver-flame beauty was spewing silver fireworks intensely.

Upon receiving a confirmed answer, the grief on Old Liu’s face was indescribable.

"Obischillaci!" Liu Zhenhan was utterly envious; this is tantamount to creating a hundred floral mages out of thin air!

Although he was a dignified Flower King, able to command all flowers under heaven; and wielded terrifying flower control abilities, like "causing narcissus to bloom when the sun shines on them; covering the walls with roses during bleak seasons," defying the laws of nature with godly powers, absurdly powerful to the extreme, it was far less tangible than the Diao Chan beauty Haihuasi’s capacity to appoint hundreds of flower officials!