The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard
Chapter 1067: Domineering Old Man

Chapter 1067: Chapter 1067: Domineering Old Man

The words of Wang Jie made everyone’s heart sink.

Chu Feng said, "It seems that this time we’re going to be besieged by the heroes."

Ji Wanyu cursed, "That Third Imperial Uncle, engaging in power plays and alliances, deliberately combining the Cultivation Sects to interfere in worldly affairs, is simply too contemptuous of royal law."

Long Fei analyzed, "If your Third Imperial Uncle is like this, and the old Emperor does not deal with it, what is the reason?"

"The Imperial Grandfather is senile!" Ji Wanyu complained, even cursing her own grandfather.

Long Fei shook his head, "Not necessarily, even if senile, he would not allow the court to continue in chaos. There must be a reason."

Ji Wanyu asked curiously, "What do you mean?"

Long Fei said, "If I am not guessing wrong, your Third Imperial Uncle must have found a powerful backer, causing the current Emperor to also be wary, thus letting him run rampant."

"A backer?"

Ji Wanyu and the others all frowned.

Wang Jie said, "Do you think it could be Shenxu and the Golden Family of the Southern Barbarian State? These two families, usually outside the Domain. They have come to Great Xia Country this time, and have chosen to support the Third Prince, there must be a problem here!"

Chu Feng said, "Impossible, the energy of these two families is too small, they can’t cause a big wave. The disciples of the various Sects in the Cultivation World, although they appear to be on good terms with the Third Prince, their Sects have not made clear statements. These old foxes are very shrewd and would not easily get involved in worldly disputes. The force behind the Third Prince is definitely a terrifying existence."

Long Fei agreed with Chu Feng’s opinion, as the Chu Family of the Northern Cold Continent might just be the family of young master Chu.

His information was undoubtedly the most accurate.

Ji Wanyu’s mind raced, she said thoughtfully, "Could it be the Demon Race?"

Long Fei and Chu Feng looked at each other, thinking that Ji Wanyu’s imagination was really wild to come up with this.

"It’s possible, but not the only one, and very unlikely."

Long Fei analyzed, thinking that the Third Prince would not be foolish enough to seek a tiger’s skin.

Relying on the power of the Demon Race would only end up getting burned in the end.

After pooling their opinions, they had come to understand a bit of the Third Prince’s hand, some things are bound to come to light, but the most important thing was to improve their own Cultivation Level.

Long Fei looked at Wang Jie and said, "Brother Wang, we are few in number, only four of us, while the opponent has ten geniuses. You joining our side, aren’t you afraid it will endanger yourself?"

Wang Jie laughed lightly, "Brother Long, do you not trust me? I share your aspirations, and since I have decided to come over, I have put life and death aside. From now on, we will share both good fortune and difficulties together, and I, Wang Jie, won’t say otherwise."

Chu Feng said with a smile, "What do you see in us?"

Wang Jie earnestly said, "The sincerity between you is much stronger than the false pretenses of the geniuses I’ve met. Being with you, I feel the warmth of human relationships."

Long Fei raised his cup and said with a smile, "Alright then, let’s toast to this warmth of human relationships."

"Cheers!"

Chu Feng and the others also raised their cups, formally accepting Wang Jie.

Wang Jie, excited, raised his cup, clinking it boldly with their cups in high spirits.

Inside the Imperial City, a Teleportation Altar had been fully activated.

Above it, a dazzling white light emanated, making it difficult for one to keep their eyes open.

This altar was the Domain Gate to the Royal Secret Realm.

Compared to other altars outside, this one was even larger and more potent, standing a hundred meters tall.

From below, it looked like the Egyptian Pyramids.

Long Fei gazed at this structure, sometimes wondering if the Pyramids were Domain Gates built by ancient powers.

Had they simply fallen into disuse over time?

The person responsible for opening the Domain Gate was a gray-robed elder with immeasurable cultivation. Long Fei assessed him and, to his dismay, could not discern his strength.

This old man’s cultivation level must be at least at the Nascent Soul Late Stage.

The Royal Family truly had hidden dragons and crouching tigers—just a guardian of the Domain Gate possessed such cultivation.

He introduced to everyone, "You are about to enter a forbidden realm of the Royal Family, which has not been opened for over a thousand years. No one knows what it is like inside or the dangers it holds, and even a Life-Substitute Charm won’t be of much use. You may choose to withdraw, as this competition is not mandatory."

Wang Jie asked, "What determines the winner of this competition? There must be some rules, right?"

A group of young talents all looked towards the official—there was only one princess, after all; they couldn’t all marry her.

The official said, "The rule is simple—whomever obtains the fortune inside will be the final winner. I advise you that even if you do not obtain fortune, as long as you can return alive, you still have a chance."

"What does he mean?"

"Is this old guy cursing us?"

"Is it really that dangerous?"

The son of the Prime Minister, Yi Qingyun, Kunlun’s Liuu Yichen, and Lin Daoyi from Mount Mao discussed amongst themselves.

They held no regard for the old man, looking arrogant and disdainful.

The old man glanced at him with a frown and seemed to grow angry at the term "old guy."

He flicked his hand at Yi Qingyun, and Yi Qingyun’s face twisted immediately, as if he had suffered a stroke, becoming paralyzed.

The genius peers hastily dodged, fearing they’d be implicated by Yi Qingyun’s misfortune.

They hadn’t expected such a seemingly unremarkable elder to possess such mighty power.

With just a casual wave of his hand, a genius with Mid Nascent Soul Realm cultivation was subdued by him.

The old man stared at Yi Qingyun and reprimanded, "I know your father is the present Prime Minister. If he doesn’t teach his son, doesn’t even understand the basic respect for the old and love for the young, you’ll have your mouth askew for a month as punishment. If you dare to speak nonsense again, I’ll slap you to death."

His words weren’t harsh, but they made everyone’s hearts sink.

Long Fei thought in surprise, "Could this elder be of the Half-Step Soul Ascension stage?"

That pressure was definitely beyond the Nascent Soul Realm.

Now, no one dared to talk recklessly, except Yi Qingyun, who looked in pain and drooled down one side of his skewed face.

He could feel his own disgrace and was almost about to cry.

"Serves him right!"

Wang Xiaoya chuckled and held onto Long Fei’s hand the entire way.

Just outside, some people had been pointing fingers and commenting, "Look, this guy definitely likes men."

Some even swore, "Absolutely, I have insider information; he’s joined the Romance Pavilion."

"Seems he’s on the same page as Young Master Wang Jie; we’d better stay away from him in the future."

Long Fei was thoroughly misunderstood.

Wang Xiaoya, however, was pleased—the more people misunderstood, the tighter she held onto Long Fei’s hand, even intentionally leaning against him, purposefully provoking such misinterpretations.

"Kids, it’s time to set off."

At this moment, the Teleportation Altar’s light surged to the sky, and a Domain Gate opened above it.

It was apparent just how much spiritual energy was being consumed to activate the Domain Gate in such a short time.

If it was like this, surely they wouldn’t only let such a small number of people go through.

The old man’s words sounded terribly unpleasant, even Long Fei frowned upon hearing them, thinking they were quite inauspicious.

But no one dared to provoke the man, for he held the power to suppress them now.