allendalepharm Chapter 49 Death of Dongwang Commune
Chapter 49 Death of Dongwang Commune
Chapter 49 Death of Dongwang Commune
As soon as the Queen Mother of the West finished speaking, everyone looked at her.
The woman was stunningly beautiful, tall and slender, with a swallowtail-shaped hairpin adorning her hair, and possessed a curvaceous and exquisite body.
Standing before the gates of the Purple Cloud Palace, it shone brilliantly under the celestial light, exuding an ethereal aura, truly otherworldly and untouched by worldly concerns.
"The Queen Mother of the West and the King Father of the East have known each other for a long time; both of them are highly renowned deities."
"Dong Wang Gong is truly disgraced; how did he become someone else's mount?"
"Tsk, no wonder Fellow Daoist west Wangmu's pretty face was flushed red, and she seemed to have lost her soul."
"Fortunately, she was planning to go up and comfort him. If it were anyone else, who would even bother with him?"
Amidst the whispers of many powerful figures, occasional sarcastic remarks were also heard.
Without hesitation, Dong Wanggong turned his back to the crowd and buried his face in the darkness.
Standing behind the Eastern King Duke, the Western Queen Mother took a deep breath, preparing to make her tone as cautious as possible, but before she could speak...
"You just want to see me make a fool of myself, get out of my way!"
The Eastern King Duke's hoarse yet weak voice rang out as he waved his hand as if shooing away flies, signaling the Western Queen Mother to stay away from her.
The Queen Mother of the West remained silent for a while, then took a deep breath, raised her fair little foot, and kicked the King Father of the East, sending him tumbling to the ground.
"If you like rolling, then roll all you want!"
She then gave a soft hum, returned to the front of the Zixiao Palace, leaned against the wall, hugged her lotus arms, and closed her eyes to rest.
In front of Zixiao Palace stood a group of renowned innate deities, smiling and exchanging greetings with clasped hands.
But in the distance, the shadow of the Eastern King Duke, dressed in a purple robe, cast on the ground by the celestial light was stretched extremely long...
"Oh, isn't this the Eastern King Duke? Why did you give up being a powerful figure and start wanting to be someone else's lackey?"
"You were very arrogant when you fought me for the treasure last time?"
As the words were spoken, a chilling aura swept over them.
As everyone looked, they saw a young man in a blood-red robe standing on the steps in front of the palace. The red mark between his eyebrows was extremely eye-catching, and his blood-red eyes were looking down at the lonely Dong Wanggong.
"Tsk tsk, the Styx River is no ordinary sacred river. It took form in the Netherworld Blood Sea and wields the Yuan Tu and A Bi, two innate killing swords."
"Yes, I've heard that the Sea of Blood never dries up and the River Styx never dies."
"He has cultivated 48,000 Blood God Seeds, corresponding to 48,000 pores on the human body. As long as even one drop of Blood God Seed is in the Sea of Blood, he will not die."
"I had heard that the Eastern King Duke was not well-liked; it turns out he has unresolved karmic ties with the Styx River."
The group of innate saints chatted with their companions, but their figures moved away from the River Styx, keeping their distance, for fear that the killing path cultivated by the other party would erode their primordial spirit.
Dongwanggong looked at the Styx River, then glanced at the three Lingxiao brothers. His long hair was blown by the wind, making it disheveled, and a hint of bloodlust flashed in his eyes, which were covered by his hair.
The floor beneath his feet suddenly lurched and embedded itself in the ground, instantly shrinking him by a head.
"You're very angry, aren't you?"
Another voice, accompanied by a mocking tone, rang out.
A Taoist priest in green robes stepped forward, hands behind his back, and looked at the Eastern King Duke, loudly proclaiming, "Back then, when you passed through the North Sea, you saw my page and killed him on the spot!"
"I've been looking for you for so many years, hoping you would come and hear my teachings."
"Even when beating a dog, one should consider its owner. How do you think we should understand this cause and effect?"
Kunpeng raised its head, staring at Dongwanggong with hostile eyes.
"More than you offending the two of us, I'm curious how you ended up as someone else's mount?"
Styx asked in confusion.
Zhunti stepped forward and said loudly, "This scoundrel attacked my elder brother's dojo and injured my elder brother's men."
Upon hearing this, Zhen Yuanzi, the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Di Jun Taiyi, and a host of renowned deities were stunned for a moment before unanimously walking towards Dong Wanggong.
One should always remember the kindness received from others.
Moreover, the treasures that Ling Xiao bestowed upon them back then were far more than just a small favor; they were extremely valuable.
In an instant, these renowned deities who had received Lingxiao's help launched a barrage of merciless sarcasm at Dongwanggong.
Only Hongyun saw that the Eastern King's eyes were bloodshot, yet he was powerless to refute the swords, spears, and halberds that so many people were talking about...
Hongyun looked on with pity. He suddenly stepped out of the crowd and, seeing everyone chattering and mocking Dongwanggong, shouted, "Stop cursing! If you're angry, curse me, Hongyun. I'll take the blame for Dongwanggong."
"I know that being generous with other people's money is the act of a thief, but I am willing to let you all beat and scold me, just please spare the Eastern King!"
After saying this, Hongyun faced Lingxiao, lifted her robe, bent her knees, and knelt down.
"Dongwanggong has offended you, fellow Daoist. I should not have taken it upon myself to absolve you of this karmic debt. If you wish to punish me, even if it means killing me, I, Hongyun, will not resist."
Ling Xiao looked at the person who had repeatedly spoken up for him, remained silent for a moment, then stepped forward and reached out his hands to help him up.
The Eastern King's face flushed red as he looked at Hongyun, but dared not meet his eyes. He sneered, "What a joke! I... I'm not incapable of taking insults. Do you think I care about mere insults? Who do you think you are, pretending to be a good person here?"
"And Lingxiao, Jieyin, and Zhunti, you three pieces of trash from the Western Lands!!"
"You stinking outsider, you've come all this way to beg in the East, what are you so arrogant about?"
"Look, I have a divine mark on my forehead; I'm renowned for my sacredness!"
"What are you doing? Trying to hit me? This is Zixiao Palace!!"
Seeing Dongwanggong touching his forehead to show everyone his innate divine markings, and then seeing Jieyin and Zhunti walking towards him, he immediately retreated and shouted loudly.
Just as Jieyin and Zhunti were about to make their move, Yuanshi, one of the Three Pure Ones, suddenly spoke up and angrily rebuked them, "What do you take this place for? Even though the Dao Ancestor hasn't started preaching yet!"
"But to humiliate a fellow cultivator in front of the Zixiao Palace, what kind of Xuanmen do you consider yourselves?"
"You who disregard the Dao Ancestor are unworthy to come and listen to his teachings!"
Upon hearing this, Jieyin and Zhunti naturally didn't tolerate Yuanshi and immediately launched into a tirade against him, almost resorting to violence.
Ling Xiao didn't take the Three Pure Ones seriously at all. Just the fact that he had elevated the Dao Ancestor back then was enough to make Hongjun take care of him.
The atmosphere in the arena suddenly froze, and a fighting spirit lingered in front of the Purple Cloud Palace.
At this moment, Laozi looked at Yuanshi Tongtian and said, "The time to hear the Dao is approaching, do not cause any trouble."
"As for the matter of the Eastern King, it was indeed the fault of the three Ling brothers."
"We, the Three Pure Ones, are cultivators from the East, and it is only right that we, the cultivators of the East, should stand up for us."
"Rest assured, Fellow Daoist Dongwanggong, after this sermon concludes, we will seek justice for you."
Upon hearing this, Dongwanggong immediately stood beside the Three Pure Ones, a fawning smile on his face, repeatedly bowing and thanking Taiqing Laozi. Inwardly, however, he thought, "Hmph! Xiwangmu wants to see me make a fool of myself. Hongyun is a fake good person; these Three Pure Ones are not only magnanimous but also truly kind!"
(End of this chapter)