Five Transformations

Li Cunhou waved a hand. "There are the Devil Race, the Demon Race, and Fengtian Palace!"

Everyone in the Imperial Court knew that he excelled at hunting Devil Race experts. Slaughtering more than a hundred Devil Race experts in a single day was enough to shock the world.

Yet no one wanted him to make a move.

Could it be that the mighty Phoenix Dynasty truly had no one left?

Even though he had now become the Twelfth Princess's Imperial Son-in-Law, deep down, they still did not wish to depend on him.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled. "I hear Fengtian Palace has to pay a price to seek out Devil Race experts?"

"Yes. Activating the Candle Nether Mirror consumed a tremendous amount, and Fengtian Palace did not have enough people."

"If too many Devil Race members come, I fear..." Chu Zhiyuan said.

Li Cunhou said, "Fengtian Palace can handle it."

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and shook his head. "Forget it. Then I shall leave it to Fengtian Palace and the Imperial Court."

Li Miaotan rose. "Third Brother, act quickly. Let's go."

"The dishes haven't even been served yet."

"We're not eating."

Li Miaotan continued walking outside without slowing.

Chu Zhiyuan cupped his fists toward Li Cunhou with a smile in farewell, then left.

Li Yuzhen, Fu Zheng, Lu Haoyuan, and Chang Xihua, who had been waiting outside, followed.

A cluster of guards surrounded the two of them as they left Wenhua Tower and returned to the Prince Consort's Mansion.

The two returned to Chu Zhiyuan's small courtyard and sat at the stone table to rest.

Li Miaotan was brimming with energy, without the slightest trace of fatigue.

She accepted the tea Li Yuchun handed her and sighed softly. "Third Brother is too indecisive. He may not be able to accomplish it."

Chu Zhiyuan