Beast Emperor Ascends the Throne

"Ahead lies the Cloud Mist Marsh. It is vast, and we exotic beasts only occupy a small corner of it."

Ah Yuan looked toward the Cloud Mist Marsh, his expression cautious.

"He must have fled into the Cloud Mist Marsh."

Synthesizing the information, Nangong Renshe must have been in such a panic that he accidentally entered the Cloud Mist Marsh.

Looking at the distant Cloud Mist Marsh, Liu Chengfeng could not help but think of that Ancient Domain and the Black Emperor.

"Brother, this is not a place you should enter. With the exotic beasts at war, if a cultivator like you is discovered, things will get difficult."

"Difficult or not, I have to do it."

Liu Chengfeng was worried about Nangong Renshe and his safety.

Just then, a giant beast roared, its bestial aura rolling out like crashing waves.

With a thunderous "boom," a hundred-meter-tall exotic beast, shaped like both a cat and a tiger, struck down a cyan Bull Emperor.

The victorious beast had fur standing on end like thousands of sharp swords, and its pupils were emerald green, resembling massive green lanterns.

"I am the Emperor—"

As the victorious beast roared, all the exotic beasts on the battlefield knelt down one after another.

"The Lynx Lion Emperor has won. A new mountain lord of the Cloud Mist Marsh is born, and a new order begins. The next step, I fear, will be to annex Great Meng Mountain."

Seeing this scene, Ah Yuan could not help but feel a chill in his heart.

Sure enough, as the new mountain lord, the Lynx Lion Emperor, ascended the throne, horns sounded, and all the troops were reorganized and prepared for action.

"It's not just about annexing Great Meng Mountain; I fear they intend to attack Great Meng City. The new emperor must establish his authority to gain recognition."

Ah Yuan was startled.

"This is dire. Great Meng City is in danger."

Liu Chengfeng's expression changed. Nangong Renshe was lost in the Cloud Mist Marsh, and now the army of the Cloud Mist Marsh was preparing to attack Great Meng City.

If Great Meng City were to fall, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"I must rush back to Great Meng City."

Liu Chengfeng felt a chill in his heart.

"Brother, if you go in, the Lynx Emperor will be the first to use you as a sacrifice to his banner. Leave the search for Sect Master Nangong to me. The situation is urgent; you must return to Great Meng City."

"Very well, I will return to Great Meng City. I leave the Sect Master in your hands."

Liu Chengfeng weighed the situation; Ah Yuan was an exotic beast, so entering the Cloud Mist Marsh would be like a fish returning to the sea, whereas he would only be a hindrance.

With the safety of the Fourth Elder and the others at stake, he had to return to the city.

"Get out—" Just as Liu Chengfeng and Ah Yuan were discussing their strategy, they heard a roar. The Lynx Emperor was fighting someone, and the force of his rage shook the earth and mountains.

The Lynx Emperor trampled peaks, charging and roaring, causing the exotic beasts to grow restless.

Before the Lynx Emperor had even emerged from the Cloud Mist Marsh, his powerful bestial aura surged toward Great Meng Mountain like a tidal wave.

Terrified, all the birds and beasts fled in every direction, while the weaker exotic beasts trembled in fear.

"Brother, leave it to me."

Seeing the chaos in the Cloud Mist Marsh, Ah Yuan realized the opportunity had arrived and charged into the marsh.

Liu Chengfeng did not linger; he turned and sprinted toward Great Meng City.

Liu Chengfeng pushed his speed to the limit, covering ten thousand miles a day, crossing mountains and ridges.

The birds and beasts of Great Meng Mountain were scared out of their wits by the Lynx Emperor and fled in droves.

Whether flying in the sky or running on the ground, they moved like a tide, desperately fleeing to get as far away from the Cloud Mist Marsh as possible.

Among the many fleeing creatures, a fox followed behind Liu Chengfeng.

With beasts panicking and birds in disarray, there was trampling everywhere. Liu Chengfeng's blood energy surged like a rainbow, his body as sturdy as a mountain root; even when beasts trampled past, they were sent flying upon hitting him.

The fox followed behind Liu Chengfeng, finding both safety and speed.

The fox was snow-white with a fluffy, umbrella-like tail tipped in fiery red. It was covered in blood and limped as it walked.

Several times, it had nearly been trampled to death by other beasts.

"Running so hard."

Seeing the fox struggling to keep up—whether from exhaustion or its injuries—and nearly being trampled, Liu Chengfeng felt a pang of sympathy. He reached out, grabbed the fox, and continued running forward.

The fox bared its teeth at Liu Chengfeng, looking fierce as if it wanted to bite him.

"Behave. I'm in a hurry."

Liu Chengfeng pressed his large hand over its head, tucked it into his chest, and continued his mad dash.

The fox was severely injured and weak, forced to remain in Liu Chengfeng's embrace, though it was clearly unwilling.

Liu Chengfeng ignored it, focused entirely on his journey, desperate to return to Great Meng City as soon as possible.

Tucked into Liu Chengfeng's embrace, the fox calmed down; it was indeed much safer this way, as it didn't have to run on its own or risk being trampled by wild beasts.

Liu Chengfeng crossed mountains and ridges, running for thousands of miles in one breath until Great Meng City finally came into view.

Great Meng City had not been breached, and both sides had sounded the gongs to call off the fighting.

The exotic beasts had temporarily retreated back to Great Meng Mountain to prepare for the next wave of attacks, while the defenders of Great Meng City were reorganizing their ranks to welcome the next bloody battle.

Liu Chengfeng crossed a hill, but before he could reach the gates of Great Meng City, someone blocked his path.

The one blocking the way was the Princess of the Wu Clan, clutching her Colorful Dragon Sword. The silver leaf on her forehead shimmered with a cold light, her expression aloof and her gaze icy, filled with a chilling intent to kill.

"I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Seeing Liu Chengfeng, the Princess of the Wu Clan sneered.

After Liu Chengfeng and Ah Yuan had escaped into Great Meng Mountain, the Ascending Wu Clan had been certain that Liu Chengfeng would eventually return, so they had split up to guard every intersection leading into the city, waiting like hunters for a rabbit.

If they did not kill Liu Chengfeng and take his head, the Ascending Wu Clan would be unable to answer to the Dragon Ascending Holy Sect, let alone the Ancient Li Royal Court.

Liu Chengfeng had to die; the entire Wu Clan held this firm resolve.

Seeing the Princess of the Wu Clan, Liu Chengfeng slowed his pace and drew his Thunder Sound Staff.

"How do you wish to die? Will you end it yourself, or shall I cut off your head?"

The Princess of the Wu Clan was incredibly arrogant, her cold eyes fixed on Liu Chengfeng as if he were already a dead man.

The Princess of the Wu Clan was a genius, proud and haughty, and she did not hold Liu Chengfeng in any regard.

With her cultivation at the fourth stage of Treasure Mountain, what difficulty could there be in slaying Liu Chengfeng?

She did not even need to notify others to assist her.

"I'm afraid you don't have the ability."

Liu Chengfeng sneered, not daring to underestimate his opponent; the fourth stage of Treasure Mountain was far stronger than Gu Yao.

The Princess of the Wu Clan slowly drew her sword, the blade ringing out with a cold, biting light.

The two sides were on the verge of a clash when the sound of carriages and horses rang out, and a luxurious convoy appeared with Su Youqian sitting atop a carriage, attended by beautiful women.

"Miss Wu, this is my brother. You should head back."

Su Youqian yawned and beckoned for Liu Chengfeng to board the carriage.

"Young Master Su—"

The Princess of the Wu Clan glanced coldly at Su Youqian, feeling a measure of disdain in her heart.

To a genius like her, a dissolute playboy like Su Youqian was nothing more than someone born with a silver spoon.

But so what? Su Youqian not only possessed decent strength himself, but he was also surrounded by a large group of Iron Guards, none of whom were weak.

Su Youqian was, after all, one of the heirs to the royal family and the only grandson doted upon by Lady Chen; his status and position were set in stone.

What could the Princess of the Wu Clan do to him? If he insisted on taking Liu Chengfeng away, she could not stop him.

Just then, a roar echoed as a troop suddenly appeared from the sky, rumbling through the air to manifest before Su Youqian and the others.

This troop was filled with a murderous aura, one that spoke of long years spent on the battlefield.

This presence was completely different from Su Youqian's luxurious convoy.

Driving before Su Youqian was a purple carriage made of horizontal wood, inlaid with gold and silver, and escorted by guards with iron spears.

A beautiful woman sat on the carriage, dressed in goose-yellow precious robes with a phoenix-embroidered cloak draped over her shoulders. She had a curvaceous figure, a slender waist, flowing eyes, and lips as bright as vermilion.

This woman was incredibly powerful, her body radiating rolling waves of flame that made it hard for those around her to breathe.

Whether it was the Princess of the Wu Clan or Su Youqian, both were suppressed by her presence.

"Princess Ye—"

Seeing this woman, the aloof Princess of the Wu Clan softened her expression and bowed respectfully.

The Princess of the Wu Clan's title was self-proclaimed, but this Princess's title had been bestowed by the Emperor of the Qiuchi Kingdom.

Ye Yiqing, daughter of the Grand Marshal and sister of Ye Yitian.

"Su Youqian, go and reject the proposal."

Ye Yiqing did not like Su Youqian and looked at him coldly.

The Princess of the Wu Clan was a genius, but only within the Wu Clan; Ye Yiqing was a genius whose reputation spanned the entire Qiuchi Kingdom.

Though they were of similar age, Ye Yiqing was already a powerhouse at the Reception Divine Treasury realm.

It was no wonder Ye Yiqing looked down on Su Youqian; his cultivation was inferior to hers, and he lived a life of debauchery—how could she ever marry him?

"It was your father who came to propose, what does that have to do with me? It's not like I want to marry you."

Su Youqian didn't like Ye Yiqing either; he wasn't a stud horse, and he loathed such political marriages.

"You—"

Ye Yiqing's face changed drastically, her eyes erupting with fury as flames burned, setting even the surrounding grass and trees ablaze.

"I know you're powerful, but can you burn me to death? If you have the ability, then go ahead and burn me."

Su Youqian wore an expression of complete apathy; he was not as strong as Ye Yiqing, but Ye Yiqing could not truly kill him either.

Ye Yiqing held a noble status as the daughter of the Grand Marshal, yet Su Youqian's status was even more prestigious, as he was one of the heirs to the throne.

"Alright, I'm going to go grab a drink with my brother, so you lot can just give it a rest."

Su Youqian ignored Ye Yiqing, enjoying the service of beauties as he brought Liu Chengfeng into the city.

Ye Yiqing's face turned unsightly with anger.

"Calm your anger, Princess; there will always be a way." The cold and arrogant Princess of the Wu Clan acted like a mere handmaiden before Ye Yiqing, as she was eager to befriend her.

"Miss Wu is welcome to come to our Grandmaster Mansion."

"Is that really allowed?"

"I will introduce you to my older brother."

"Many thanks, Princess."

The Princess of the Wu Clan was overjoyed. Their Ascending Wu Clan already had the Dragon Ascending Holy Sect as a backer, and if she could also join the Grandmaster Mansion, their position would be even more secure.

"I need to see the Old Matriarch; the Exotic Beast Emperor is coming."

Inside the carriage, Liu Chengfeng explained the gravity of the situation to Su Youqian.

"Brother, I can pass the message along for you, but it will take time; this isn't something I can decide on my own."

Liu Chengfeng knew that the Old Matriarch must be occupied with opposing She Tian and could not easily get away.

"However, there is one thing I can decide: I will take you to see the Sage Scroll cultivation technique."

"Really?" One of the main reasons Liu Chengfeng had come to Great Meng City was to practice the Sage Scroll cultivation technique.

"I wasted your time last time, so let's forget about the assessment. I'll take the initiative and bring you to comprehend a technique."

Su Youqian was extremely loyal; he took Liu Chengfeng and ran into the city, but instead of heading to Tiger Mound, he arrived at an old ancestral hall in a corner of the southern city.

"Brother, let me tell you, this was once the place where an ancestor of our Su Family practiced."

"Back then, our ancestor created a Flying Sword Technique here—a top-tier Sage Scroll. He carved the technique right here, and whoever can comprehend it, it belongs to them."

"A top-tier Sage Scroll?" "Yes, a top-tier Sage Scroll from the Treasure Mountain Divine Treasury. No one in our Su Family has ever been able to comprehend it." Techniques from the Treasure Mountain Divine Treasury that reached the top-tier Sage Scroll level were extremely rare; even powers at the level of an Ancient Kingdom rarely possessed them.

Let alone the Qiuchi Kingdom, which was only at the Grandmaster level; this was already a heaven-shaking achievement.

Yet, no one in the Su Family had ever been able to comprehend it.

"Brother, since you are a genius, we will guard this place for you for three days. If you can comprehend it within three days, this technique is yours."

"Time is critical with the exotic beasts attacking the city. Brother, this is all I can do for you. In three days, I might have to evacuate Great Meng City myself." Su Youqian stationed his armored guards outside the old ancestral hall to stand watch for Liu Chengfeng.

Su Youqian was a man of immense loyalty, and he had already secured as much as he could for Liu Chengfeng.

Liu Chengfeng stood inside the old ancestral hall, looking at the six stone pillars before him.

The stone pillars were tall and rough, and upon them were crisscrossing sword marks.

Even after ten thousand years, every single sword mark still radiated sword intent.

The Flying Sword Technique was hidden within these very marks.