Chapter 282: Chapter 280: Celestial Relief City
Sitting upright in the chariot.
Jiang Chen cultivated quietly, like an old monk in deep meditation.
He had already learned from Sima Qingling that within the Celestial Fate Ancient Realm, people generally formed factions based on their dynasty, creating different groups.
The young experts from the Ten Great Dynasties were constantly scheming and fighting amongst themselves.
’As for me...’
’Because of Lan Haichen, I’d have to thank Amitabha Buddha if those guys from the Saint Martial Dynasty don’t team up against me.’
’I have to increase my strength as quickly as possible!’
’Only then can I survive in this Celestial Fate Ancient Realm.’
"Master, would you like some grapes?" Sima Qingling asked in a sweet voice.
Jiang Chen glanced at her and said coolly, "Eat them yourself. I need to cultivate. Wake me when we reach Celestial Relief City."
With that, Jiang Chen closed his eyes and resumed his cultivation.
The fawning expression on Sima Qingling’s face crumbled, replaced by a flicker of disappointment in her eyes. She crushed the cluster of purple grapes in her hand and cursed inwardly, ’Damn it, this guy is completely impenetrable! I can’t even use the poisoned grapes I so carefully prepared. It looks like I’ll have to wait until we get to Celestial Relief City to find another way to deal with him!’
’How dare you make me your maidservant? And how dare you hit me *there*? I’ll tear you to shreds and make you wish for a death you’ll never have!’
Sima Qingling thought viciously, puffing out her cheeks. With a sullen expression, she steered the chariot swiftly toward Celestial Relief City.
The Celestial Fate Ancient Realm was immense.
Even a single province was vast enough to take a Heavenly Destiny Realm expert half a month to cross at full speed. Fortunately, the chariot was much faster than Jiang Chen’s top speed.
「Three days later.」
They arrived at Celestial Relief City!
It was a colossal and magnificent city, like an Ancient Wild Beast lying prone upon the earth.
Vast.
Ancient.
Majestic!
The city walls alone were hundreds of meters high and stretched for more than ten kilometers, disappearing beyond the horizon.
At this moment, many experts from the Ten Great Dynasties had already gathered in Celestial Relief City.
Entry into Celestial Relief City was only possible through the gates set in the four walls. Right now, the ten city gates were occupied by experts from the Ten Great Dynasties.
Each gate could only be used by experts from its corresponding dynasty.
"Master, which gate should we enter through?" Sima Qingling’s eyes widened as she suggested, "Why don’t we go through the gate guarded by the Han Dynasty? With my people there, we can pass through without any trouble!"
Jiang Chen shot her a look. How could he not see through her intentions?
She was trying to use the Han Dynasty experts to deal with him.
Pretending not to notice, Jiang Chen smiled. "Alright, let’s go through the Han Dynasty’s gate then."
"Okay!"
A look of delight spread across Sima Qingling’s face.
Under her control, the pink chariot transformed into a streak of pink light, soaring through the air and landing before the second gate on the west side, which was held by the Han Dynasty.
"Who goes there!"
The experts guarding the gate were from the Han Dynasty’s Star Pavilion. There were a hundred of them, and every one of them had an icy glint in their eyes.
One of them spotted Sima Qingling on the chariot, slapped the head of the man who had just spoken, and snapped, "Are you blind? Can’t you see that’s the Ninth Princess?"
"Ah? The Ninth Princess?"
"My heavens, it really is the Ninth Princess! She’s my goddess!"
"Let them through! Quickly!"
The crowd quickly parted.
The Star Pavilion expert who had recognized Sima Qingling flew up, stood before the chariot, and said respectfully, "Xia Hao of the Star Pavilion pays his respects to the Princess!"
"Mm."
Sima Qingling nodded, her fine brows knitting slightly. "Which senior brother from our Han Dynasty is overseeing Celestial Relief City right now?"
"Reporting to the Princess, Senior Brother Xing Haisheng is currently in charge of matters for the Han Dynasty in Celestial Relief City!" Xia Hao replied hastily.
"Senior Brother Xing?"
A look of joy appeared in Sima Qingling’s eyes. "Quick, take me to see Senior Brother Xing!" she said.
"Yes!"
Xia Hao nodded eagerly and was about to lead the way when a calm voice drifted out from the chariot. "Qingling, you’re not being a very competent maidservant. Are you making decisions on your own without even asking my opinion?"
"Er... Maidservant?" Xia Hao froze.
Only then did he notice Jiang Chen inside the chariot.
A look of confusion flickered in his eyes as he looked toward Sima Qingling, as if asking for an explanation.
Sima Qingling’s face fell. She had planned to bring Jiang Chen before Xing Haisheng and have him deal with Jiang Chen.
But now it seemed Jiang Chen had seen right through her plan.
Her thoughts raced, and Sima Qingling’s gaze landed on Xia Hao. She said quickly, "Senior Brother Xia, this maniac is trying to blackmail me! Please, subdue him!"
"What? He dares to blackmail the Princess?"
Xia Hao’s expression changed, his face instantly contorting with cold killing intent and fury. He looked at Jiang Chen and roared, "Brat, get the hell off the Princess’s chariot and prepare to die!"
"Sigh. Qingling, it seems you’ve forgotten the pain once the wound has healed."
Jiang Chen shook his head and sighed.
With a slight twitch of his finger, the strand of Profound Yellow True Essence inside Sima Qingling’s body began to boil violently.
Sima Qingling’s body trembled violently. Her pretty face turned deathly pale, her features twisting in agony. Cold sweat beaded on her smooth forehead, and she nearly cried out in pain. With a panicked and pitiful expression, she looked at Jiang Chen. "Master, Qingling knows she was wrong. Please forgive me, Master."
"Come here."
Jiang Chen beckoned to her with his finger.
Sima Qingling hurried over, knelt beside Jiang Chen, and looked up at him with a miserable expression.
Jiang Chen said coolly, "Stick your butt out."
"I..."
"Hmm?"
Jiang Chen glared.
Sima Qingling resentfully raised her rear, followed by a series of sharp "SMACK SMACK SMACK" sounds and Jiang Chen’s indifferent voice. "I hope this is the last time. If there is a next time, I won’t be so merciful."
"Yes, Master. Qingling knows she was wrong," Sima Qingling said with a wronged expression, holding her bottom.
On the side, Xia Hao and the other Star Pavilion experts were all dumbfounded.
’What is going on?’
’The imperious and willful Princess Sima Qingling is being spanked and doesn’t even dare to fight back?’
After a moment of shock, Xia Hao snapped back to his senses. The killing intent in his eyes intensified, and his gaze grew colder. "Brat, you have some nerve! How dare you desecrate the Princess like this?"
"Scram!"
Jiang Chen said flatly, giving him a passing glance.
He paid no mind to a mere Heavenly Destiny Realm Fifth Stage expert.
Xia Hao’s face twisted, utterly humiliated.
He was a distinguished expert of the Star Pavilion! When had he ever been treated with such contempt? Fury surged in his heart, and with a roar, he drew his longsword and thrust it at Jiang Chen.
"Noisy!"
Jiang Chen snorted and threw a punch.
ROAR—
A dark-gold Azure Dragon Fist Shadow shot through the air. It effortlessly smashed the Profound Weapon to pieces before landing on Xia Hao.
BANG—
As if struck by lightning, Xia Hao’s face turned ashen. His body shook violently as Jiang Chen’s punch sent him flying, crashing hard onto the ground.
The surrounding crowd held their breath.
A distinguished Heavenly Destiny Realm Fifth Stage expert couldn’t even block a single one of his punches?
Even Sima Qingling’s phoenix eyes went wide with disbelief.
Jiang Chen glanced at the stunned members of the Star Pavilion, then gave Sima Qingling a slap on the bottom. "What are you spacing out for? Let’s get into the city and find a place to stay," he urged.
"I... I know, Master."
Still in shock, Sima Qingling steered the chariot, and it slowly drove into Celestial Relief City.
Along the way, the hundred experts from the Star Pavilion were as silent as cicadas in winter, not daring to obstruct him in the slightest...
