The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard
Chapter 1256: A Laborious Performance

Chapter 1256: Chapter 1256: A Laborious Performance

Long Fei scanned the surroundings with his eyes, extending his spiritual power to sense the area. Good heavens, there were no fewer than a hundred Nascent Soul Realm cultivators here.

In the shadows, it seemed there were a few even higher-level individuals.

This time, they had come in groups, with virtually every sect dispatching their inner sect disciples and elders!

Someone within the crowd instigated, "Everyone, this brat has high-quality spiritual medicines and the Jade Marrow Fruit from the Immortal King Star on him. Kill him, and these treasures will be ours!"

Long Fei’s eyes narrowed as he raised his hand and unleashed a streak of azure light.

The instigator, harboring malicious intent and scheming to reap the benefits from others, never expected Long Fei to suddenly strike among so many experts.

With a loud boom, the azure light exploded.

It contained the power of the Azure Dragon, directly blasting the instigator away.

After all, he was at the Nascent Soul Realm, with a sturdy physical body.

But he still suffered internal injuries, spewing a mouthful of fresh blood.

The crowd was shocked; they hadn’t expected Long Fei to have the audacity to act instead of flee.

Someone cursed angrily, "Scoundrel! At death’s door, yet still so arrogant?"

Long Fei sneered, "A bunch of rats, and you think you can scare me? Why not announce your sects and let the heroes of the world see who’s committing unworthy acts here?"

The crowd turned red-faced; when it came to verbal sparring, they were no match for Long Fei.

Who cares about reasoning? Slap the label of "unworthy acts" on you first, and even if you win, it won’t be considered honorable.

The surrounding cultivators muttered among themselves but stayed far away, unwilling to intervene.

They could sense that experts were everywhere in the crowd, with at least a few formidable figures lurking like tigers in the shadows.

Long Fei secretly communicated with Chu Feng, instructing him to protect the others and wait for the royal guards to arrive.

These people were targeting him specifically and wouldn’t harm Chu Feng’s group.

He had his own plan and knew he wasn’t a match for so many experts here.

Chu Feng wanted to help, but Long Fei firmly insisted.

The crowd swelled larger, and finally, someone couldn’t hold back and unsheathed their sword, yelling, "Don’t waste words with this demon! Killing him is an act of justice, removing calamity for the Cultivation World!"

"Exactly! This demon jeopardizes the cultivation world—I bet he’s a spy from the Demon Race hidden among humans."

"Fellow Daoists, don’t falter. Kill him and cleanse the Cultivation World of this trash!"

"..."

A chorus of old men loudly condemned, slapping labels on Long Fei while claiming moral high ground.

Long Fei laughed disdainfully, "So many of you bullying just me, and you still have the nerve to call it an act of justice? You’ve completely disgraced your ancestors!"

The Azure Dragon Dharma Laksana emerged from him, stretching over ten meters long, and opened its mouth to spew True Fire toward a group of cultivators a hundred meters away.

With a fiery burst, the surrounding temperature rose several degrees.

The cultivators rushed to summon magical treasures to block the fire. Those slower to react were burned to charcoal; even a slight touch had turned them pitch-black.

"Kill him!"

"No need for words—strike!"

"Skin him and draw his tendons!"

"Demon! Surrender your life!"

The crowd erupted in angry curses, setting aside their pretenses completely.

Long Fei retracted his Dharma Laksana and, to everyone’s surprise, turned and bolted.

The onlookers were utterly stunned; they had anticipated an intense battle, but Long Fei had fled instead.

"That punk talks big, but turns out he’s a coward!"

"Chase him!"

"Kill him!"

The experts at the scene immediately flashed away in pursuit. Chu Feng remained vigilant, guarding the group and scanning the surroundings, but for now, no one was bothering them.

The reason they wanted to kill Long Fei was partly fear of his rise, but the bigger motivation was that Long Fei had refined ancient pills.

Moreover, those pills had the ability to resist the toxic gases within Ghost Emperor City.

Although Long Fei repeatedly claimed he had only two Tier-6 Pills, these old foxes didn’t believe him.

They all wanted to seize the pills and give them to their disciples to explore Ghost Emperor City for great opportunities.

Sword lights streaked across the sky and ground, all chasing after Long Fei.

Murong Chong shouted, "Elder Brother Chu, we can’t just stand by and do nothing!"

Wang Jie chimed in, "Exactly! If we’re going to die, we die together. I, Wang Jie, won’t abandon my boss!"

"Let’s go after him together!"

Liu Jiangnan and several others shouted in agitation.

Chu Feng furrowed his brow and secretly instructed, "Don’t be reckless. Brother Long specifically told us not to intervene. Follow from a distance, watch for an opening, and trust that he has his own plan."

The group exchanged glances, hesitated, and ultimately followed from behind.

The cultivators at the base of the mountain weren’t about to miss such a major event—they left the trading market behind. Soon, there were over ten thousand cultivators chasing after Long Fei.

The crowd continued converging on Long Fei’s escape route, spreading news like wildfire.

A news editor wrote articles excitedly, shouting, "Breaking news! Breaking news! The consort prince is being hunted by his enemies. It’s still unclear which enemies are bold enough to target the royal family’s consort prince!"

Tianzhu Mountain hadn’t been this lively in ages.

At the foot of the mountain, the cultivators could still manage to fly for a while.

Upon reaching the mountain, everyone had to descend.

Those who had been arrogantly flying on their swords earlier were now panting and collapsing to the ground.

The magnetic force here was immense, quickly draining spiritual power.

Long Fei, however, leisurely moved forward, even sitting down to rest as he saw the pursuers lagging behind. He taunted the crowd, "Old geezers, your legs are way too slow! With skill levels like yours, you might as well go home and wash diapers for your kids. Are you embarrassed?"

"Damn it! This brat must be crazy!"

"Just the desperate struggle of a trapped beast! Keep chasing, kill him, and his treasures will belong to us!"

"Don’t worry, my sect’s grand elder is here. If we’re in danger, he’ll intervene immediately."

"My grand elder is here too. This brat must die today!"

"..."

The crowd cursed furiously, gripping their magical treasures as they continued chasing Long Fei up the mountain.

By now, it looked less like a battle of cultivators and more like a brawl between martial arts sects.

Long Fei climbed over a thousand meters in one go. Passing the Divine Dragon Auction House, the establishment had already heard the rumors. Its gates were tightly shut, afraid that Long Fei might enter and cause trouble.

They had guaranteed that anyone on their grounds would be safe.

If Long Fei entered, they’d have to deal with the cultivators themselves.

Standing at the gate, Long Fei cursed Wang Dabao for being unreliable, then feigned exhaustion and continued climbing the mountain, looking utterly battered.

The pursuing cultivators, exhausted but exhilarated, shouted excitedly, "This brat’s done for! Another thousand meters, and we won’t need to kill him—he’ll die from sheer exhaustion!"

"Keep chasing! The treasures are almost ours!"

"You worthless brat, did you actually think the Divine Dragon Auction House would intervene for you?"

"..."

A barrage of curses accompanied the swings of swords and sabers as the crowd chased with renewed fervor.

Long Fei smirked and continued climbing.

In such a fun setting, how could he not trap and kill a few grand elders? It was only right to make his performance worthwhile.