90: Chapter 90 Two Venerables

Ao Lie, Ao Ming.

"Gu Sheng! Ye Yuan! You are courting death!" The red dragon, Ao Lie, spoke in human language, its sound waves collapsing over a dozen residential houses.

Gu Sheng looked up at the sky and used his folding fan to shield his eyes from the sun.

"What are you shouting about? Business relies on mutual consent. Your Dragon Clan's ancestral tomb is just sitting there anyway, so why not bring it out and share it with everyone?"

"Arrogant!"

The black dragon, Ao Ming, opened its blood-stained maw, and a jet of black Dragon Qi spewed out, heading straight for the Treasure Pavilion.

Wherever the Dragon Qi passed, space distorted.

A single strike from a Saint King was enough to level half of Tianshui City.

Xuan Kong stepped forward, preparing to act.

A jet of black Saber Intent soared into the sky from the direction of the Haiyue Inn.

Nie Xiao drew his saber.

The Saber Intent severed the black Dragon Qi, its remaining momentum undiminished as it struck directly against the black dragon's scales.

Sparks scattered everywhere.

The black dragon felt the pain and let out a roar; a gash was carved into its scales, and golden dragon blood rained down.

"People of the Ye Family, do you really want to fight my Dragon Clan to the death?" Ao Lie glared at Ye Yuan.

Ye Yuan toyed with the sheepskin scroll in his hand.

"Fight to the death? Are you even worthy?" Ye Yuan sneered. "Today, I, Ye Yuan, am determined to get the coordinates of this mausoleum. Whoever blocks me dies."

[Ding! The emotions of the Eastern Region Cultivators are fluctuating intensely, destiny points + 20000.]

[Ding! The two Dragon Clan ancestors have had their defenses broken, destiny points + 15000.]

Listening to the notification sounds in his mind, Gu Sheng was in a great mood.

"You two old dragons." Gu Sheng tapped his folding fan. "Your opponents are over there. Don't delay my business."

He turned his head to look at the scouts on both sides of the street.

"There is only one sheepskin scroll, and it has already been bought by Divine Son Ye. However, the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion believes in sharing the wealth."

Gu Sheng pulled out a handful of Jade Slips.

"Rubbings of the coordinates. Ten thousand Top-Grade Spirit Stones per copy. Quantities are limited, first come, first served."

The entire crowd was in an uproar.

Selling rubbings! This was going to trick all the Cultivators in the Eastern Region into digging up the Dragon Clan's ancestral tomb!

"Give me one!" The scout from the Yanyu Pavilion was the first to lose patience and threw out a Storage Pouch.

"The Changsheng Pavilion wants one too!"

"And me!"

Men die for wealth, just as birds die for food.

The temptation of the Dragon Emperors Mausoleum was too great.

The Law cannot punish the masses; as long as enough people go, the Dragon Clan won't be able to stop them.

The Jade Slips in Gu Sheng's hands were quickly snatched up.

The two giant dragons in mid-air were trembling with rage.

"Kill! Leave none alive!" Ao Lie issued the order.

The hundred-thousand-strong Sea Clan army outside the city launched a charge.

Seawater flooded into Tianshui City, and the Shrimp Soldiers and Crab Generals poured into the streets with the current.

"Noisy."

Ye Yuan tucked the sheepskin scroll into his robes, and his Ancient Desolate Magic Body erupted to its full potential.

He took a step forward and charged straight into the Sea Clan army.

With a single punch, hundreds of Shrimp Soldiers and Crab Generals were turned into blood mist.

Nie Xiao brandished his broken saber and engaged the two Saint King-level giant dragons.

Tianshui City descended into absolute chaos.

Gu Sheng stood at the entrance of the Treasure Pavilion, watching the chaotic battle in the street, and shook his head.

"Too messy. It ruins the city's appearance."

He turned to look at Xuan Kong.

"Clear the area."

Xuan Kong nodded.

His Protective Aura at the Creation Realm Peak transformed into a massive white light barrier, shielding the Treasure Pavilion in the center.

Any Sea Clan members that approached were shattered by the Protective Aura.

The Old Beggar had snuck under the eaves of the Treasure Pavilion at some point and was squatting next to a stone lion to avoid the crossfire.

"Pavilion Master Gu, your business tactics are ruthless." The Old Beggar took a bite of a roast chicken he had swiped from somewhere. "You roast the Dragon Clan over a fire while you hide in the back counting your money."

Gu Sheng glanced at him.

"A Senior from Lingxu Pavilion, not cultivating in the mountains, but coming to Tianshui City to beg for food. That's quite a unique hobby."

The Old Beggar paused and set down the roast chicken.

"The Heavenly Secrets Pavilion's intelligence has even dug up the background of this Old Beggar?"

"Is it hard to investigate you?" Gu Sheng pulled up a chair and sat down. "The Third Pavilion Master of Lingxu Pavilion, Li Xiaoyao. You were a famous figure in the Eastern Region eight thousand years ago. What's the matter? Now that the Heavenly Dao suppression has been lifted, do you want to join the fun at the Dragon Emperors Mausoleum?"

The Old Beggar sighed.

"I'm just an old bag of bones; what kind of fun would I be joining? I just want to see what this world has become."

Li Xiaoyao finished off half the chicken and tossed the bones onto the ground.

He wiped his mouth with his greasy sleeve and looked up at the two giant dragons circling in mid-air.

"Pavilion Master Gu, it's good business, but the after-sales service is hard to handle." Li Xiaoyao smacked his lips. "Those two old dragons in the sky are genuine Saint Kings. The Dragon Clan's Physical Body is formidable; they are hard to find rivals for in the same Realm. Can your Treasure Pavilion's Protective Aura barrier block Shrimp Soldiers and Crab Generals, but can it block a desperate Saint King?"

Gu Sheng glanced at the battle in the sky.

The edge of the broken saber in Nie Xiao's hand was already chipped.

A Half-Saint facing two Saint Kings—he had only lasted this long thanks to his reckless Saber Intent.

The black Saber Intent was stretched thin under the siege of the two giant dragons; every swing of their dragon claws tore a spatial rift in the sky over Tianshui City.

Ye Yuan had carved a path through the Sea Clan army in the street, his Ancient Desolate Magic Body stained with golden dragon blood.

He smashed the shell of a giant sea turtle with one punch, then backhanded and grabbed a Crab General by the neck, twisting hard.

The sound of bones shattering was unremarkable amidst the chaotic battle.

Gu Sheng withdrew his gaze and picked up his teacup to take a sip.

The tea had already gone cold and tasted a bit astringent.

"You worry too much. The Heavenly Secrets Pavilion opens its doors for business; if we didn't have something to suppress the venue, we would have been torn down long ago."

Li Xiaoyao picked his teeth with his finger.

"The Eastern Region hasn't produced a Quasi-Emperor for many years. If those two from the Dragon Clan really go crazy, not even dust will be left of Tianshui City. These old bones of mine can't handle that kind of tossing."

Gu Sheng didn't respond.

The System panel in his Sea of Consciousness was glowing.

Long before the Sea Clan army assembled, he had dumped all the destiny points he had just earned into the card pool.

[Deducting one million destiny points. Supreme Card Pool activated.]

[Obtained Quasi-Emperor Experience Card: Heaven-Swallowing Demon Venerable (limited to half an hour).]

[Obtained Quasi-Emperor Experience Card: Wuji Sword Venerable (limited to half an hour).]

The System had even popped up a line of text at the time: [Host, your move is quite grand. Two Quasi-Emperor cards; the Laws of the Eastern Region will probably be broken by you.]

Gu Sheng's reply was simple: If you're going to play, play big.

The Gu Family needs to establish its prestige, and the Ye Family needs to establish its prestige too.

Two Quasi-Emperor cards—one registered under the Gu Family, one under the Ye Family.

The Dragon Clan, this whetstone, has arrived at just the right time.

A dragon roar came from the sky.

Ao Lie swiped down with a claw; Nie Xiao's Saber Intent shattered, and he was sent flying backward, smashing through a dozen towers.

Rubble and wood chips fell in a rustle, burying the street.

"Ye Family brat, pay with your life!"

Ao Lie circled down, his dragon claw aiming straight for Ye Yuan on the street.

A massive shadow enveloped the entire street, and the wind pressure blew the roofs off the buildings on both sides.

Ao Ming turned its dragon head, setting its sights on the Treasure Pavilion. "Gu Sheng! Pay with your life to compensate for the humiliation suffered by my Dragon Clan!"

The black Dragon Qi pressed down, covering the sky and earth.

The high temperature caused the air to refract strangely.

Xuan Kong stepped forward, his Protective Aura at the Creation Realm Peak erupting fully to meet the Dragon Qi.

The two forces collided.

Xuan Kong retreated three steps, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

The white Protective Aura melted rapidly under the scorching heat of the Dragon Qi.

The gap in Realm was too great; the chasm between the Creation Realm Peak and the Saint King could not be bridged by Cultivation Technique alone.

The Old Beggar sighed, preparing to stand up and slip away.

Leaning on his broken wooden staff, he moved with swift feet, not even bothering with the roast chicken that had fallen on the ground.

Gu Sheng sat in his chair, not moving at all.

He tapped his fingers lightly on the tabletop.

Two cards shattered simultaneously inside his storage ring.

Above the ruins of the Haiyue Inn, a large hole ripped open in the Void Realm.

A withered hand reached out and directly pinched the dragon claw that Ao Lie was swiping at Ye Yuan.

"Dragon Clan? It's been a long time since I've eaten dragon meat."

A hoarse voice spread across the entire city.

An old man with disheveled hair walked out from the Void Realm, surrounded by thick Devilish Qi.

Wherever the Devilish Qi passed, the vegetation in Tianshui City withered rapidly, and even the water in the moat turned black.

Heaven-Swallowing Demon Venerable.

The Quasi-Emperor pressure descended, and all the Cultivators in Tianshui City were pressed flat onto the ground.

Their bones emitted cracking sounds under the unbearable weight.

Ao Lie was terrified to the point of despair and struggled desperately, only to find his dragon claw clamped tightly by that withered hand, and even his Origin power was being devoured frantically.

The golden dragon scales lost their luster at a visible rate, turning grey and dull.

"Quasi-Emperor!" Ao Lie lost his voice in shock, his tone filled with unconcealable fear.

On the Treasure Pavilion side, there was a similar turn of events.

A beam of sword light slashed out from the Void Realm behind Gu Sheng.

There was no Sword Qi flying about, only the pure, unadulterated Law of slaughter.

Wherever the sword light passed, time stood still.

The sword light sliced through the black Dragon Qi and proceeded to slash down on Ao Ming's dragon horn.

Half a dragon horn fell, accompanied by golden blood.

A middle-aged swordsman dressed in white walked out slowly, carrying a rusty iron sword in his hand.

His white robes were as pristine as snow, unstained by a speck of dust.

Wuji Sword Venerable.

The same Quasi-Emperor pressure.

With two Quasi-Emperors appearing simultaneously, the clouds above Tianshui City were dispersed instantly.

Sunlight shone back down onto the street, but it brought no warmth.

The Laws of the Heavenly Dao let out a mournful cry under the unbearable burden, and tiny cracks appeared in the Void Realm.

The Old Beggar's body, which had just stood up, was pressed back to the ground by this pressure.

He opened his mouth wide, his jaw nearly dislocated.

"Two... two Quasi-Emperors?"