Chapter Fifteen: Who Else Remains?

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Upon reflection, no matter how gifted his younger brother was, with his straightforward temperament, he was at most suited to be the head of their clan. Moreover, the bloodline power his brother awakened was precisely that of their mother’s family, the royal Li clan of the K'un Kingdom. Befriending him and later helping him ascend to the position of head of the Li family would provide a strong backing.

As the demon clan youth revealed a provocative smile, ready to strike at Li Jianfeng, Zhao Zhenlu suddenly interjected, "Wait, I have a few words to say."

Feiyu sneered disdainfully, "A woman’s opinion."

"Zhenfeng, you and I share the same bloodline. Today, listen to your elder brother; let me handle this matter." After a pause, Zhao Zhenlu continued, "Zhenfeng, I don’t know how you obtained the Beast Blood Pills. If you are willing to follow my arrangements now, not only will you receive the appropriate Beast Blood Pills, but your subordinates will also get them. These pills are rare, but I can provide them to you. With these, your men will no longer fear the repulsion of the array."

Zhao Zhenlu’s change in attitude was precisely because Li Jianfeng had revealed his bloodline power, exposing his pragmatic nature. This was also Zhao Zhenlu’s greatest concession.

Li Jianfeng responded firmly, "Brother, I appreciate your goodwill. Today, I will stand with Brother Wu through thick and thin. I will not go back on my word."

As a member of the K'un Kingdom’s royal family, it was truly surprising to see Li Jianfeng display such character.

At this moment, the spirit of the stele, a small entity within Wu Shu’s consciousness, having personally felt the spiritual power sealed within Wu Shu’s body, was completely ready to kneel before him. The spirit simply couldn’t believe that among the body cultivators of the Thick Earth Continent, there existed someone so young possessing such powerful spiritual energy.

Of course, the kneeling was symbolic.

Wu Shu had not summoned the spirit; it appeared of its own accord. The palm-sized stele bowed deeply, pressing against Wu Shu’s thigh and said, "Big Boss, please accept my knees. From now on, whatever orders you have, little spirit will be ready to follow through fire and water for you."

This sudden display stunned everyone. Even Wu Shu felt baffled—without summoning it, the spirit had emerged on its own and spoke human language. Was it not essentially declaring itself a treasure?

"Big Boss, these little demons are trash; don’t be afraid. Looks like today I must show you all the absolute power of the little spirit," it said.

The spirit’s eagerness was simply due to recognizing Wu Shu’s strong spiritual power; now it wished to demonstrate its loyalty. Its simple-minded nature also amused Wu Shu. Perhaps this little creature was a battle fanatic?

As Wu Shu wondered what amazing power the spirit possessed, it appeared in his hand, about the size of a brick, and said, "Big Boss, I created a skill called Brick Slam. Don’t underestimate the name. Although it sounds simple, it came to me in a flash of inspiration one day."

Wu Zuo and Wu You might be chatterboxes, but this little spirit seemed even more gifted in that regard.

While Wu Shu sighed inwardly, the spirit added with determination, "Big Boss, when using Brick Slam, you must have momentum. I’ll demonstrate now."

As the spirit finished speaking, it charged at a nearby demon youth, while its voice echoed across the plaza, "You vile demon scum dare covet my Big Boss’s precious little spirit? If I don’t teach you a lesson today, I’m not surnamed Wu!"

The spirit’s voice resounded. As everyone seemed slow to react, it roared, "Demon trash, take this Brick Slam!"

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With a sharp slap, the demon youth sent to seize the stele was struck and flew backward, a brick-sized red mark left on his face.

Demons naturally possess strong bodies, so being sent flying by a stone stele showed the spirit’s strength was formidable.

"Anyone else?"

Before anyone could respond, the spirit roared again.

Looking at the spirit, Wu Shu thought, this little guy’s show-off routine runs deep. Setting aside the chatter, his style actually suits Wu Shu’s taste.

The spirit’s displayed power was indeed formidable; even Feiyu frowned at its move. No one dared to challenge Wu Shu or vie for his possessions anymore. Pleased with their behavior, the spirit returned proudly to Wu Shu and said, "Big Boss, how is it? Is my Brick Slam intimidating enough?"

Its attack had used spiritual power to suppress the opponent’s reaction, showing real strength. Wu Shu smiled, "Not bad, little spirit. You know spiritual attacks well. Very handy as a weapon. I’ve decided—you’re my first and most reliable weapon from now on."

The spirit beamed, "Really? Big Boss, I’m your first handy weapon? You sure know how to flatter me. I truly admire you."

If the spirit had been all posturing before, now it was openly flattering, leaving the spiritual entities Wu Zuo and Wu You stunned. This little fellow had only appeared recently. Initially, they had planned to absorb it, but now it had become Wu Shu’s first handy weapon?

Wu Zuo and Wu You, who had appeared earlier, wondered what that made them. Regardless, they couldn’t let this little spirit steal the spotlight. Without considering the spirit’s wishes, they pulled it back into Wu Shu’s consciousness.

Shadow Mei’er, who had been watching silently due to Feiyu’s arrogance, murmured upon seeing the stele attack, "Wu Shu, you truly are an interesting human."

Meanwhile, K’un Kingdom prince Zhao Zhenlu exclaimed, "A stele with a spirit? What a treasure! Heaven bless K’un Kingdom, truly heaven bless us!"

Looking again at Wu Shu, Zhao Zhenlu’s face was filled with greed.

Zhao Zhenlu had decided to claim the stele for himself. He signaled his entourage, who advanced with him toward Wu Shu. Zhao Zhenlu spoke, "Wu Shu, as a citizen of K’un Kingdom, with the demons invading, you should have had the chance to defend your homeland. But the demon youths today are all formidable, so the responsibility to fend off the demons falls on me, the prince. Since you possess a treasure capable of resisting the enemy, hand it over! I will carry on the fight against the demons."

Earlier, Zhao Zhenlu had ignored Wu Shu’s views and made demands; now he openly invoked righteousness to seize the stele from Wu Shu.

Li Jianfeng felt helpless. His brother’s actions today were profoundly disappointing, truly a disgrace to the royal family. He looked to his mount, Little White, and said, "Little White, show your true form."

Little White had long accompanied Li Jianfeng and knew him well.

Upon Li Jianfeng’s command, Little White let out a howl to the sky and grew many times larger. As it expanded, swirling clouds appeared around it.

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"Cloud Tiger?"

Those who recognized Little White exclaimed in surprise.

When the faint golden character for “king” appeared glowing on Little White’s forehead, even Feiyu was shocked. "Cloud Tiger, and a King Beast at that. Zhao Zhenfeng, you’ve really been hiding your strength!"

Some humans were shaken by the appearance of the Cloud Tiger. Spirit beasts were rare on the Thick Earth Continent, and the Cloud Tiger was royal among them. That it accompanied Prince Zhao Zhenfeng and was a King Beast implied much. Any fool could see that once Zhao Zhenfeng matured, he would influence the fate of K’un Kingdom. Was exposing everything just to protect a worthless person truly worth it? This question echoed silently in many hearts present.

After revealing his strength, Li Jianfeng’s gaze turned cold as he looked at Zhao Zhenlu. "Brother, do you really think the heir of K’un Kingdom must be the one who kills his way through palace intrigue and scheming? The continuation of K’un Kingdom requires hope. What it needs is someone on the throne who can advance despite difficulties. You who love infighting and backstabbing—you are cowards in my eyes. That is why, even if Father understands me, when I travel outside, I prefer to use my mother’s surname."

Before, his elder brother had never even cast a glance at him because royal strife meant only the strong deserved kinship. A wastrel was unworthy of family. But today, his brother had exposed his full strength to protect a wastrel—what a disgrace to the royal family! Royalty should not associate with lowly subjects; this was a shame to their ancestors.

Because Li Jianfeng displayed his strength, Zhao Zhenlu bore murderous intent but dared not act openly here. He coldly stared at Wu Shu. "My dear brother, you truly have the heart of a reckless fool. Do you realize your actions disgrace the royal family? At this point, I can only eliminate the root of the trouble and kill him."

Upon Zhao Zhenlu’s order, many of his men hesitated but obeyed.

Everyone understood that if anyone attacked Wu Shu, Prince Zhao Zhenfeng would intervene. Perhaps this would fulfill Zhao Zhenlu’s aims.

Li Jianfeng’s sword aura surged as he drew another sword, standing as if commanding the world. "Brother, you will regret your foolish choice today. If Wu Shu dies here, Father will face an enemy that brings a blood river across K’un Kingdom."

"Night Stalker, show your true form!"

Li Jianfeng and Cloud Tiger Little White stood before Wu Shu. Upon hearing the call, the Night Stalker howled to the sky—but failed to muster grandeur, sounding more like a braying donkey.

The imposing Night Stalker appeared, shielding Wu Shu. The atmosphere in the plaza shifted oddly.

Night Stalkers were few in K’un Kingdom and not uniquely powerful. Compared with the King Beast Cloud Tiger Little White, the Night Stalker was ordinary. Combined with Zhao Zhenfeng’s earlier words, many felt uneasy.

Especially Zhao Zhenlu, who had heard that the precious eldest daughter of the Zhao family from the Eastern Empire’s capital had visited K’un Kingdom. Could it be? This creature was only at Body Cultivation Stage Three—no way it was connected to Zhao Fenxing.

The more Zhao Zhenlu thought, the more uneasy he felt. Only a handful owned Night Stalkers besides the royal family, and the others were his allies. This Night Stalker was unfamiliar.

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