Chapter 1352 - Murderous Intent Surges (1/2)

Chapter 1352: Murderous Intent Surges

Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio

As if shocked by electricity, Concubine Lin trembled and turned around slowly.

When her eyes fell upon Zhang Ruochen, she trembled even more. However, seemingly thinking that it was a hallucination, she looked back and shook her head, sighing.

Kong Xuan stood beside her. She was now a grown-up beauty. Seeing Zhang Ruochen and Huang Yanchen, her pretty face was filled with joy. She helped Concubine Lin stand up.

“Mistress, the Lord really has come back. Hurry and look. It’s not a hallucination. It really isn’t a hallucination.”

Zhang Ruochen walked to Concubine Lin. His eyes stung and he hugged her tightly. There were so many things he wanted to say, but he didn’t know where to start. In the end, he only said, “Mother, Chen-er is here to pick you up. We’ll never separate again.”

“Chen-er… You’re back, you’re back…”

Concubine Lin felt as if she was dreaming. It didn’t feel real. She hugged Zhang Ruochen tightly, afraid that he would disappear the next moment.

There were endless things to say since the mother and son were reunited. They didn’t leave the room and go to the dining hall until Qing Mo and Huang Yanchen finished cooking dinner.

“Kong Xuan, sit down and eat as well,” Zhang Ruochen said, chuckling. “If you don’t try Qing Mo’s cooking, you’ll definitely regret it for life.”

Kong Xuan was already a Half-Saint, but she still stayed beside Concubine Lin loyally as a servant. It was because of her care that Concubine Lin could move on from her depression every time.

Thus, Zhang Ruochen didn’t treat her as a servant either. Instead, he treated her like half a disciple.

“Thank you, Lord.” Kong Xuan bowed at Zhang Ruochen and sat down.

Reuniting after so long, Zhang Ruochen felt very happy. He wished this could continue and that he didn’t have to care about the battles and bloodshed of the world anymore.

However, peace wasn’t so easy. Conflicts were unavoidable.

Under the night sky, heavy murderous intent surged.

Whoos.h.!.+

Eerie wind blew past outside the Heir Mansion. Many black shadows appeared, standing in the dark.

An elder with sallow pallor held a dark red saintly staff. He stared at the well-lit Heir Mansion. “Spiritual King Saint Ancestor is distracting Ling Feiyu. Tonight is our best chance to act. We must capture Zhang Ruochen’s mother no matter what.”

“But there’s news from the north that Zhang Ruochen’s meridians haven’t been disabled,” a young cultivator said, worried. “Instead, he improved vastly and even killed people like Qi Zhenhuan and Blood Saint Miefeng. Wouldn’t we offend a great enemy by capturing his mother?”

“What do you know? Zhang Ruochen has already become our two races’ enemy. We can only remove future dangers by killing him. No matter how strong Zhang Ruochen is, can he be stronger than Spiritual King Saint Ancestor? Can he be stronger than Corpse Emperor Tianming?”

After scolding the cultivator, the elder added, “Princess Yinying already declared that if this mission fails again, all of us will be turned into ghost servants.”

The black shadows all trembled. Then heavy icy Qi radiated from them all. The elder waved his saintly wand. Thousands of ghostly shadows flew out, turning into eerie wind and rus.h.i.+ng toward the Heir Mansion.

All the spiritual lights in the Heir Mansion shook violently and were extinguished.

As soon as the soldiers guarding the Heir Mansion sensed something wrong, many ghostly shadows rushed into them, taking over their bodies. In an instant, these soldiers were frozen in place. They couldn’t move and their expressions were dull. It was as if they’d been possessed.

Whoosh, whoosh.

The cultivators of the Ancient Ghost Cultivation Race and Ancient Necromancer Race transformed into dark shadows and snuck into the Heir Mansion.

People were eating in the dining hall. Huang Yanchen looked at the wavering lanterns and noticed that enemies had broken into the Heir Mansion. “Brother Chen,” she said coldly, “I’ll go out to welcome the guests.”

“Stay and tell Mother about our interesting stories in the Blue Dragon Void World, Yin Yang Sea, and the northern region. I’ll go welcome them.”

Zhang Ruochen patted Huang Yanchen’s shoulder and gestured for her to sit down. Then he smiled at the slightly unsettled Concubine Lin and walked out of the dining hall.

Standing on the stone steps, Zhang Ruochen turned around. He faced the dining hall and reached out. Heavy Spiritual Power surged out of his palms. It formed a sound barrier that wrapped around the entire dining hall.

“Look, there’s a figure standing outside the dining hall.”

“As long as it’s not Zhang Ruochen’s mother, kill them all.”

Two black shadows flew down from the rooftop like ghosts. They waved their swords at once, cutting down on Zhang Ruochen from two difficult angles.

Boom, boom.

Before their swords could fall on Zhang Ruochen, their bodies exploded into clouds of b.l.o.o.d.y mist.

Zhang Ruochen was furious. The Ancient Ghost Cultivation Race and Ancient Necromancer Race really dared to come and kidnap his mother. If he hadn’t hurried back earlier, wouldn’t they have succeeded?

He must give them a painful lesson.

“There’s a strong cultivator protecting Zhang Ruochen’s mother.”