Chapter 101: Envoy of the Primordial Immortal Court vs. the Four Remnant Immortals. Seeking Justice for the Kunpeng Lineage!
Her fat quivered all over. One hand grabbed Dai Mubai's hair, while the other swung a whip, her face full of excitement.
"Harder!"
"Activate that White Tiger Vajra Transformation of yours for me!"
"I paid a huge price to summon you, this foreign prince. I didn't bring you here to act like a dead fish!"
Hearing these words, Dai Mubai nearly ground his molars to pieces.
Humiliation filled his chest. Tears mixed with sweat flowed into his mouth. Coupled with the sour stench of the fat woman, the taste was so bitter it made him want to vomit.
But to survive, in order not to be thrown out and fed to the dogs, he had no choice but to activate the last bit of soul power in his body and unleash the Third Soul Skill he had once been proud of.
White Tiger Vajra Transformation.
Yet, the enhancement skill that had once been used to fight powerful enemies had now become a tool to please such a disgusting woman.
"I'm a prince… I'm the boss of Shrek."
"Why… why did it end up like this?"
Just as Dai Mubai was on the verge of collapse, his mind went numb—
"BOOM!!!"
That vast voice descending from the Nine Heavens suddenly pierced through the roof and exploded directly within his soul.
"Today… we settle accounts with the Upper Realm!!!"
Primordial Immortal Court?!
Hearing this, the eyes that had already become lifeless suddenly lit up, as if he had returned from the brink of death.
"It really is the Primordial Immortal Court! The same force that took Zhu Zhuqing away!"
"They've come! They've come to settle accounts!"
"I'm saved!"
"As long as I can see them, as long as I tell them I'm Zhu Zhuqing's fiancé, they will definitely rescue me!"
In an instant, an overwhelming desire to survive overtook him.
"Roar! Get off me!"
Dai Mubai let out a tiger's roar and violently pushed away the mountain of flesh on top of him.
Without caring about anything else, he rushed forward. He didn't even have time to put on clothes, staggering toward the door.
"Help! I'm Zhu Zhuqing's fiancé!"
"Take me away! Take me away!!!"
But before he could rush out—
"Bang!"
The door was kicked open.
Several burly guards from the pleasure house rushed in with fierce expressions.
The brothel madam at the front, wearing heavy makeup, waved a round fan in her hand and glared viciously.
"You little beast, you've got some nerve!"
"Once you step into my Zuichun Pavilion, even if you die, you'll die on a guest's bed!"
"You think you can run? You dare go crazy? Beat him!"
"If necessary, break his legs! Then feed him the obedience potion!"
"No, you can't touch me!"
"I'm a prince! I belong to the Primordial Immortal Court!"
"Let go of me!"
Dai Mubai struggled violently, but his soul power was nearly exhausted. In front of these native brutes of the Perfect World, his strength was like that of a baby.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Fists and kicks rained down upon him. Dai Mubai's vision is filled with stars.
A few minutes later, he was dragged back into the room by his hair like a dead dog.
His nose was broken. One eye swollen shut. Blood covered his face and left a long trail on the floor.
"Bah! What Primordial Immortal Court? You've gone crazy!"
The madam spat on his face before turning to the fat woman with a flattering smile.
"Madam Liu, my apologies. The newcomer doesn't know the rules."
"We'll feed him medicine immediately. Soon he'll be obedient like a dog."
…
Upper Realm, Sword Province
Chaotian Sword Sect
This was a sect founded on the Dao of the sword. Although it was not comparable to the great sects, it still occupied a top-grade spirit vein within Sword Province.
At this moment, behind the sect, inside the Sword Washing Pool—
It was the dead of winter. The water was so cold it could freeze metal and stone.
Yet, standing inside the freezing water was a hunched old man with white hair, his pant legs rolled up.
In his hands were spirit swords sent by outer sect disciples. With a rough cloth, he carefully wiped the dirt from their blades.
His hands were red from the cold and covered with frostbite. Every time they touched the icy water, his body trembled uncontrollably.
He was Chen Xin.
Once the number one swordsman of the Douluo Continent, the wielder of the Seven Kill Sword, the elegant Sword Douluo in flowing white robes.
When his sword was drawn, ten thousand swords would bow.
But now, he was merely an old servant in the Chaotian Sword Sect, a man not even worthy of knowing his name.
He even had to serve a newly admitted outer sect disciple, obeying every order just to obtain a fragment of spirit stone to sustain his pitiful cultivation after barely drawing spiritual energy into his body.
"The early stage of Half-Step Blood Transformation Realm… how difficult it is…"
Chen Xin coughed twice and exhaled a puff of white mist.
After ascending, the Seven Kill Sword martial soul he was once proud of shattered within the Sword Washing Pool. His cultivation vanished completely.
In this Upper Realm, where spiritual energy was abundant but the laws were strict, his advanced age and fixed bones caused countless sects to reject him.
If not for his nearly obsessive comprehension of the sword Dao, he wouldn't even qualify as a servant here. He would have frozen to death long ago on the icy plains of the far north.
"Old man, are the swords cleaned yet?"
"If you delay this young master's sword practice, be careful with those old bones of yours!"
The harsh voice of that outer sect disciple echoed from afar.
Chen Xin's body stiffened. A trace of sorrow flashed through his muddy eyes.
"Soon… soon…"
He lowered his head again and looked at the reflection in the water.
An old, humble figure stared back at him.
His sword heart was covered in dust.
At that moment—
A thunderous voice suddenly echoed across the heavens, shaking the falling snow into nothingness.
"By decree of the Primordial Immortal Court!"
"Today… we settle accounts with the Upper Realm!!"
"T-this…"
Chen Xin suddenly raised his head, his face filled with fanatic excitement as he looked toward the source of the voice—
Qingyun Province.
"The Primordial Immortal Court… people from the Primordial Immortal Court have arrived!"
He hurriedly struggled to stand. The rag and spirit sword in his hands slipped into the water.
"I must go… I must follow them."
Subconsciously, he stepped forward, wanting to soar into the sky on a sword like in the past.
But when his foot stepped onto the thick snow with a soft crunch—
He froze.
He looked down at his frostbitten hands and felt the pitiful spiritual energy within his body, barely enough to keep warm.
Let alone flying on a sword.
He could not even walk out of the Chaotian Sword Sect's gates.
This far north land was frozen for thousands of miles, filled with fierce beasts.
With strength not even reaching the Blood Transformation Realm, he would likely become a snow wolf's meal before traveling a hundred miles.
Let alone reaching the Primordial Immortal Court…
End of Chapter