Dominating Martial King
Chapter 142 - 142 139 As a Father

142: Chapter 139: As a Father 142: Chapter 139: As a Father At the same time, deeper in the distant forest,

Bai Xiaozhao stood at the treetop, gazing into the distance towards Chu Xisheng.

She was a demon, not accepted by the human clan, so she immediately went into hiding upon being sent out of the secret realm and came here.

Not long after, the white-clothed woman who had brought Bai Xiaozhao here also arrived.

When the woman stood on a thick branch, her eyes were drawn to the four mink tails behind Bai Xiaozhao.

Her expression first showed delight, then she bowed slightly.

“My lord, I estimate that the court’s warriors will soon seal the mountain.

We should leave.”

Their demon clan respected bloodline above all else.

High-bloodline great demons naturally had an overwhelming pressure over all low-rank bloodlines.

Lishan Old Mother placed the most importance on bloodline strength, hierarchy, and status.

The white-clothed woman’s demonic power reached the fifth grade, but her bloodline talent was far inferior compared to Bai Xiaozhao.

Know that the most powerful Wind Beast in this world only had seven tails.

“Lady Yu, why are you calling me lord?

It was you who raised me.”

Bai Xiaozhao furrowed her brows slightly, looking over with a trace of dissatisfaction, “In my eyes, Lady Yu is like a mother to me.”

The white-clothed woman laughed softly, “This is Lishan’s rule, the rule must not be broken.”

She then forcibly grabbed Bai Xiaozhao’s neck and carried her down the mountain.

“Don’t go yet,” Bai Xiaozhao couldn’t see Chu Xisheng and felt a sense of loss.

She struggled mightily, “What about my kin in the secret realm?

I promised to bring them out.”

“This is not something for you to worry about,” the white-clothed woman walked through the complex terrain of the forest, her figure moving like smoke, walking with complete ease, “This secret realm will be controlled by the Coastal Zhou Family.

I will negotiate and send your kin to Lishan.”

“But I need to repay my debt!”

With a ‘pouf,’ Bai Xiaozhao transformed into a little white mink, feeling that it made it easier for her to exert force, “You don’t understand, he just saved my life, and I absorbed a lot of his milk blood, which is a nurturing grace.

Moreover, my appearance is derived from him.

I see Lady Yu as a mother, and I must respect him as a father.”

The white-clothed woman’s lips twitched slightly.

What parents?

This child really had no filter.

But what Bai Xiaozhao said was indeed a big problem.

That Chu Xisheng had indeed shown great kindness to her little Zhao.

The cultivation of the Lishan lineage emphasized cause and effect, and any kindness received had to be repaid.

The white-clothed woman’s face showed no expression, “What can you repay him with now?

That Chu Shaohua’s strength exceeded yours by so much, and he now possessed the Burial Sky bloodline, further infused with Medicine Spirit.

Who knows how powerful his bloodline talent is now.

What can you do to help him?”

Bai Xiaozhao’s breath hitched, and she stopped struggling.

“You need to return to Lishan!

The ‘Emperor’s Liquid’ will occur in two and a half months, a grand opportunity for our demon clan that comes once every sixty years.

With your current bloodline talent, you can occupy the core position and absorb hundreds of years’ worth of sun and moon essence in one night.

This will be your chance to advance by leaps and bounds, enabling you to help him then—”

The so-called Emperor’s Liquid, derived from the sun and moon, was the purest essence of the sun and moon.

Every sixty years on New Year’s Eve, the moonlight contained Emperor’s Liquid.

It appeared as countless olives, thousands of golden threads, densely connected, hanging down to the mortal world.

Plants and trees would become demons upon absorbing its essence, and foxes and ghosts could gain divine skills by consuming it.

The demon clan valued bloodlines because those with weak bloodlines might not attain enlightenment even after thousands of years of arduous cultivation.

But if the bloodline was powerful, often just once Emperor’s Liquid could accumulate hundreds of years’ worth of demonic power.

All the divine skills and battle techniques passed down from their ancestors were imprinted in their bloodlines.

As long as the demonic power and bloodline purity reached a certain level, these abilities could be mastered without the need for cultivation and comprehension.

The white-clothed woman then glanced in the direction of the valley entrance, “Stay there peacefully.

Before you return, I will watch over him for you, guaranteeing you a chance to repay your debt.”

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The newly appointed Coastal Guard Captain Chu Zhengyang stood at the entrance of the secret realm valley, slightly bending his body, listening to the instructions of the East State Royal Guard Commander Jian Zhongliu.

The latter used the power of magic to project his form from over two thousand miles away.

This Royal Guard Commander was around forty years old, with a round face and large ears, a straight nose and square mouth, mutton chops on his cheeks, and a very imposing appearance.

His complexion was slightly dark due to his foul mood upon receiving news from Coastal.

“Situ Li, that scoundrel, truly deserves to be hacked into a thousand pieces!” Jian Zhongliu stood with his hands behind his back, his expression cold, “Zhengyang, His Highness’s intention is still to suppress this case.

There are already rumors in the court, and His Majesty is likely to appoint Mr.

Zhang from the Ministry of Rites to the Ministry of Personnel.

We cannot let the matter here ruin Mr.

Zhang’s career.”

Chu Zhengyang was momentarily astonished, “Lord Wanhu, how can this be suppressed?

There were no fewer than a thousand people present, and East State lost over four hundred elite disciples from various families.

Now they are all filled with resentment towards the court and are unlikely to cooperate.

Moreover, the will of Demon God Zangtian descended at that time—”

“This will depend on your capability.”

Jian Zhongliu’s expression was stern, his gaze sharp as he looked at him, “Otherwise, why would His Highness transfer you to Coastal, at the age of barely twenty-two, with your sixth-grade cultivation, to take charge of the thousand households in Coastal?”

Chu Zhengyang’s brows furrowed deeply, then his expression turned solemn, “This matter is exceedingly difficult, but I will do my best.

My guess is that it must be a fierce great demon who killed Situ Li and impersonated him, committing this heinous crime.

I will visit the prominent families of East State one by one to clarify this matter.”

“Impersonation?

That line of thought is not bad!”

Jian Zhongliu smiled slightly, patting Chu Zhengyang’s shoulder, “But not just ‘doing your best’.

It must be done well.

At this critical juncture, nothing must happen to the Ministry of Rites or the Debating Martial Arts Tower, not giving the court’s treacherous officials any chance to attack Mr.

Zhang.

Zhengyang, the Ministry of Personnel is crucial for His Highness, for you and me.”

After he finished speaking, the cloud-formed projection disappeared.

Chu Zhengyang frowned deeply, then took large strides toward a nearby floating carriage.

“Quickly head to Coastal City, Zhoou Mansion!”

As the carriage started to move slowly, Chu Zhengyang fell into deep thought.

But Chu Zhengyang’s mind was not on covering up Situ Li’s case.

In his view, that was a relatively easy task.

It was simply a matter of interest exchange, giving enough benefits to silence the powerful families.

What truly concerned Chu Zhengyang was that Chu Xisheng.

This person resembled his buried cousin remarkably, their facial features looking like they were stamped from the same mold.

Could it be a coincidence?

After all, those few uncles in his family had never been able to grasp those two heirlooms of the Chu family.

The entire family was perplexed by this.

But what if this was because their family’s direct descendant, the true owner of the two heirlooms, was still alive?

Chu Zhengyang’s heart skipped a beat, and his eyes became sharp.

“Stop the carriage!

Where is Households Chief Yan Dan?

Have him come over—”

He urgently needed to investigate Chu Xisheng thoroughly.

At that moment, Chu Zhengyang heard a ‘boom’ as his left carriage compartment was blasted into debris.

Suddenly, a small, black silhouette, fierce as a dragon, charged through the opening.

Chu Zhengyang was taken aback, looking over.

“Who are you?”

Chu Zhengyang’s pupils contracted to needle points, displaying shock.

This masked, black-clothed man had his face covered, making it impossible to see his features.

Yet Chu Zhengyang recognized the move used by this person—it was Qin Muge’s ‘Ten Thousand Gods Tribulation’!

This Dominating Martial King and that offspring had not died!

In the next instant, Chu Zhengyang’s head burst with a ‘pouf’, shattering into bloody powder.