Chapter 259: How Could He Accept Scorn

That prayer altar was on the right side of the Chongzhen Hall. On the cliff, there was a giant stone that stuck out, stretching 400 feet.

This prayer altar was built on this giant stone which was also where the true highest point of this Gantian Peak was at. The so-called place where one was connected to heaven.

Zong Shou broke out into a smile. Just as he was about to order people to search the platform, he stopped.

If he didn’t put himself in danger, using himself as bait, then those people wouldn’t react? The legendary heart illusionary mirror was extremely strong and even if people search, they would just scare them off.

Although he didn’t think Zong Shi as worthy of facing him, he was still a problem and solving issues at their roots could help get rid of unneeded difficulties.

He immediately smiled. Once a few priests cleaned up and checked the platform, wiping out those devilish and evil beings, he picked up the prayer notes. Under the gazes of everyone, a 60-year-old, nobly dressed old priest walked into the platform.

This priest was also Zong Weiran’s old official known as Zong Ling. He was born in a branch family and since Gantian Mountain was built, he chaired all matters relating to prayer, a highly respected person. If anyone made him unhappy, no matter the occasion or identity, he would just scold him.

This was why Zong Shou respectfully walked behind him.

Zong Gang, Hu Zhongyuan, and the others beside him followed closely behind. However, when they reached the last 9 steps they stopped.

Zong Yuan slightly hesitated and showed a worried expression. After thinking for a moment, he expressionlessly, not bothering about the killing gazes of others and stepped forwards, following the old priest and Zong Shou up to the altar.

First, they lit the incense, bowed 3 times, and then read the prayer notes. Zong Shou opened the scroll to read, pouting whilst the corner of his eyes twitched.

Who knew who wrote it, but it was exaggerated and long-winded, close to 20 thousand words. Although it was extravagant and honorable, if one read it all, who knew how long it would going to take.

He threw it to the side and everyone exclaimed. Then, he bowed to the heavens, “The heavens above, I Gantian Mountain prince, Zong Shou, will inherit the Gantian Mountain city lord position. God, please protect me and protect my Gantian! I am not talented, but I will make all my cities peaceful. All my people will be able to lead a good life, able to drink good wine every day, and eat good food…”

Originally some people were unhappy, but when they heard those few words, their brows flicked upwards as they all praised out.

Their Monster race didn’t have many rules and they were all impatient regarding that thick and complicated words of the Confucians.

On the contrary, these simple ones from Zong Shou, although it a little rough, it suited their appetite.

Only the priest that was in charge of the ceremony was so furious that his pupils were protruding out, viciously staring at Zong Shou.

Luckily, he knew that the time wasn’t right to interrupt. He still kept silent and didn’t speak, only staring with his eyes wide.

Zong Shou didn’t bother at all. His expression was solemn. Although the words he spat out with rough and short, it was really sincere.

Everything in the world had a spirit, and although heaven and earth might not have a god, they had to be respectful.

“…make the various races prosperous, make my city prosperous. May the heavens bless me, let Gantian Mountain City have good weather and good harvest. Let all my people able to give birth to future generations and have more fat children…”

Below him, they all cheered out. Good weather and a good harvest weren’t hugely important since they didn’t rely on that to eat, mostly relying on hunting beasts.

But this family giving birth and passing on the bloodline matter was hugely important. The Monster race was really strong and even small kids could have strong martial arts. Only their birthrate was lower than humans. After years of wars, many of them had died. This could be considered the knot in all the hearts of Gantian Mountain.

The white hair and beard of that old priest stood up. This was too vulgar, too vulgar, how could it be said to the heavens?

He closed his eyes. His expression was serious, as he also prayed the same thing in his heart.

After, they would sacrifice the wine. Zong Shou picked up the wine glass, hearing a cold laugh in his ear raise clearly, “How unfortunate, your heaven worshipping words are not bad, exactly what I, Zong Shi, like. Unfortunately, today, heaven won’t be able to protect you!”

Zong Shou’s brows instinctively raised upwards. They finally came. He thought those people had given up. That priest was a Return to Sun realm spirit master, and he also heard those words on the platform.

He was instantly shocked and swept around, “Who dares to behave like this in front of me? You dare to spoil my Gantian Mountain prayer ceremony, how bold!”

At his fingertips, a fiery red talisman shot out towards where the sound came from. Instantly, flames spurred out and spread numerous feet around.

However, before it was able to explode, a jade white finger shot out and dotted onto the center of the fire. It was endless amounts of icy power which extinguished the flames before spreading around. The nearby area was covered in frost.

The ground under the finger was frozen.

The frost spread and behind it, and 2 people appeared. One of them was Zong Shi and the other was the owner of that finger.

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He also had a statue-like face, 20 odd years old and he devilishly handsome. In his hand, he held an ancient mirror which gave out an illusionary power which absorbed the heart.

After appearing, he smiled at Zong Shou, “8 tail Xue family Xue Moyan greets the prince!” His expression was gentle and his smile was bright.

Those people underneath felt that something was wrong when the sound had broken out.

Looking at Zong Shi and Xue Moyan appear, they were in a commotion. The expression of Hu Qianqiu and the others all changed as they charged at the platform.

Zong Gang was the closest, they were just a foot away. However, before he even got up, he heard a laugh, “All of you, back off!”

A halberd slashed down from above. Zong Gang’s expression changed. The Mo Knife in his hand also slashed out. He didn’t bother about his body as he cut out.

He only wished to be able to quickly get to Zong Shou’s side. Even if he died along with the enemy, he didn’t fear anything!

The owner of the voice laughed, the halberd image was illusionary as it heavily clashed with the Mo knife.

Zong Gang immediately felt pent up frustration in his heart, feeling unstoppable energy surging over. His body couldn’t help but fall down the platform.

Looking up, he saw Lihu Jichang who was smiling down at him. His body was also forced back by the contact but he showed more of a gleeful look.

Hu Zhongyuan and Li Luo were also blocked by the 2 Xuanwu ancestors on the platform, unable to climb up.

Once Hu Qianqiu rushed over, he saw a person jumping 50 feet above the altar.

Many willow leaf-like flying swords suddenly spread out on the platform. A total of 48, like a storm as they spun about and slashed.

“Wuye? Daoming Sect, flying leaf sword formation. You are a direct disciple!”

Hu Qianqiu raised his head and looked at the person in the air. A green shirt man looking down with a smile, slightly nodding his head as an acknowledgment of his identity.

Hu Qianqiu was instantly furious, slashing out with his tiger king knife. The energy surging as he swept away numerous flying swords in front of him. Just as he was about to charge in, he saw a Xuanwu ancestor within holding 2 spears, stabbing over with 1.

The spear energy was sharp like that of a crazy tiger. Hu Qianqiu laugher coldly. Just as he was able to kill the person with one knife.

There were numerous sword images from the side, heading straight for him. Hu Qianqiu has no choice but to push away the spear, and step back a few steps, unable to get close.

The people nearby were also the same. They were either forced back or restricted by the sword formation.

That 48 flying leaf sword formation linked up with Lihu Jichang and the other Xuanwu ancestors. Like an impenetrable dam blocking out all the experts of Gantian mountain.

At this moment, on the high platform, Zong Ling’s face was green. He released our several protector beasts, but he didn’t dare to move.

Behind him, there was 2 return to Sun spirit masters, extremely dark energy covering over.

Zong Yuan’s spear sense pointed in front, his body covered in lightning, protecting Zong Shou and Zong Ling behind him.

Although the enemy was strong, his face was like normal. Zong Shou’s expression didn’t change, looking carefully at the mirror of Xue Moyan’s, “That’s your Xue family illusionary heart mirror? How magical. I heard that this item is an incomplete piece of a magical artifact?”

When Xue Moyan heard that, he was slightly shocked. He couldn’t take Zong Shou’s greedy and burning gaze and kept the mirror, “Yes! Who knew the prince would recognize this item…” his heart was filled with confusion. The current Zong Shou was too calm which surprise him.

He was surprised about why the prince was still so calm. His calmness was no worse than Zong Weiran.

Zong Shi didn’t care about that, stepping forwards several steps and looking coldly at Zong Shou, “Being bowed towards and kowtowed to, blood oath and praying to heaven. Is the prince delighted? Did you think I already lost?”

Zong Shou smiled as he looked at Zong Shi. Little Gold on his shoulder had already silently flowed into the sword sheath of the nine qilin sword, merging with the sword body.

The one origin sword which merged with that bit of energy of the emperor path also injected into the nine qilin sword.

His peripheral vision looked all around.

…along with dual cultivators Wuye and Xue Moyan, there was 5 Return to sun spirit masters and 7 Xuanwu ancestors!

This formation, in any place, could claim his life.

However, this was Gantian Mountain, his home ground…

Merging with the strength of a country, how would he be easily overcome?