Killing Dao Fruit
Chapter 631 - 559: A Dragon Spring on the Tongue, Killing without Drawing Blood!

Chapter 631: Chapter 559: A Dragon Spring on the Tongue, Killing without Drawing Blood!

Although Shentu Sheng had slightly dark skin, he certainly had a commanding presence, and dressed in his fine mystical python robe, he looked even more imposing and authoritative.

After all, he had started out as an inferior branch member marrying into the main line, in a market where buyers held sway.

If his own qualities had been too poor, he would not have caught the eye of the young mistress from the main line.

Moreover, before the fall of Great Yan, he was in charge of the nation’s largest iron industry hub, holding both wealth and authority. His condition had naturally evolved beyond comparison to the ordinary masses.

Some time ago.

Shentu Sheng and his wife, one skilled in martial arts and the other in magics, had joined forces to subdue the strongest opponent within Dai State’s borders, the "Pinglin Army."

They killed King Pinglin, who was also at the Martial Saint level, and absorbed all his forces.

Now, only a few minor vassals remained in Dai State’s territory, which could easily be conquered with a few auxiliary forces, signaling the final countdown to unifying Dai State.

But after a grand celebration, one very important issue lay before them.

Claiming kingship!

More precisely, who should claim kingship!

There has always been a saying, "If virtue does not match the position, disaster is sure to follow." If one does not have enough dragon energy granted by the land and the Human Dao, it’s impossible to secure a high seat.

But in times of chaos, controlling several prefectures is enough to warrant a king’s title.

In Dai State, now dominated by the "Iron Official Criminals Army," they deservedly had the qualifications to support a king a long time ago. The reason for the delay was because...

Bang!

Listening to "Wu Wenyu" seemingly pour fuel on the fire unintentionally, Shentu Sheng’s palm turned the small dwarf table beside him into sawdust.

A growl like that of a wild beast came from his chest:

"Shentu Yun! And all the elders from various branches of Iron City Temple! How dare you humiliate a Martial Saint of the Mortal World, unrivaled in the fifth realm?

If not for my fighting and working tirelessly, where would your Shentu Clan’s current power and arrogance come from?

If I don’t claim the title of king, are you worthy?

Sooner or later, I will let these parasites, who only enjoy the fruits of others’ labor, know just how formidable Shentu Sheng is!"

The reason Shentu Sheng was so angry was that in his eyes, he was naturally the unchallenged "Iron Official King."

But in the eyes of people like Shentu Yun, it was clearly not the case.

They preferred the Direct Lineage heir who was carefully nurtured by the main line from a young age, possessing a pure bloodline, and who had already advanced to the rank of Military Leader, Shentu Ming.

That was the characteristic of large families in times of chaos starting uprisings.

The "Iron Official Criminals Army" had grown to its current size, with many high-ranking officials and leaders being members of the main line, always supporting the interests of the main line.

Each of them thought they were the second or third boss of this power, but they saw the branch-born Shentu Sheng as nothing more than a mere figurehead shopkeeper.

Shentu Sheng had his own difficulties to express.

Although he was nominally the Sect Master Marshal.

At the start, he relied on the foundation of his wife’s family, and to attain his current Martial Saint strength, he could not have done so without their massive resources.

In the empire, there was the "Sacrificial Technique of the Oath of Alliance" constraining the Martial Saints, and in Tao Lineages like Iron City Temple, there were similar means.

While not as potent as "Thousand People Pointing, dying without illness," these means were enough to make Shentu Sheng wary of hurting a mouse for fear of breaking vases.

He was like a giant whose hands and feet were tightly bound by a group of dwarfs, utterly unable to stretch out.

Now, everyone wanted to bypass him to proclaim his and Shentu Yun’s son the new ruler.

This made the Martial Saint feel the indignity of being seen merely as a Stallion, to be discarded after use.

Power is something not even genuine fathers and sons would easily cede to one another.

In the face of his family’s attitude and the hatred for having his second son stabbed in the street, all his resentment seemed to diminish significantly.

The more controlling Shentu Yun became, the stronger Shentu Sheng’s rebellious heart grew.

Looking at the beautiful person before him, who worshipped him unconditionally and always considered his interests, he found her ever more endearing.

He felt that every word she said struck right to his core.

Facing such a lovely person, even though he was vexed, Shentu Sheng worked hard to contain his anger and said to her with a pleasant demeanor:

"Wenyu, it truly is unfair to have you stay here alone.

But rest assured, times have changed. I am now, in name, the ruler of the fifteen prefectures of Dai State.

In this world, a fist is the ultimate principle!

Yu State to the north, Junzhou to the west, and the vassals of Jiangzhou to the south, are all not so trivial, but give me a few more years to cultivate my own loyal followers, using battle to cleanse my forces.

Sooner or later, I will kick that madwoman out and proudly welcome you into my home."

However.

When their eyes met, he saw not sweetness and joy in "Wu Wenyu"’s eyes.

But rather a fearful evasion, and a forced smile as if nothing was wrong.

She even casually pulled at her sleeve to hide a sizable green bruise that had accidentally been revealed on her arm.

Seeing this, Shentu Sheng immediately sensed that something was amiss. His expression changed instantly, and he interrogated a servant beside him:

"Speak, what is this about?"

The servant, already replaced by a "Painted Skin Ghost," kneeling on the ground as planned, inched forward two steps on his knees and cried sorrowfully:

"General, I couldn’t stand by anymore, you must vindicate our Lord!

The other day the madam somehow found out that the Lord was temporarily residing here.

She sent several ferocious nannies, who, as soon as they entered, grabbed the Lord and started beating him, wielding saltwater-soaked whips and gleaming sewing needles, relentlessly attacking the Lord.

They questioned whether our Lord intended to use his handsome face to ascend to a higher station as a consort?"