Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant - Chapter 447

Chapter 447: Chapter 40 Despair_4

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What terrifying power is this?

Who exactly is this person?

Realizing this, Wang Ba promptly lowered his head.

He only then noticed that the Foundation Establishment cultivators around him had already knelt down on the ground, as mortals do when they meet their emperor.

And Lin Boyue finally snapped back to reality, his gaze swept over the figure from the Teleportation Array, his face immediately turning grave, he quickly bowed respectfully:

“As the last cultivator of Yan State, Lin Boyue kneels before Prince Gao and all the revered Masters!”

So the one in the python robe is Prince Gao?

And Martial Uncle Li Ji is the prince’s concubine?

The bowing Wang Ba suddenly had a dawning realization.

He suddenly remembered that Yan Qing mentioned earlier that Prince Gao was coming to Yanqiao Pass in a couple of days, and he did not expect to run into him yourself.

The people in the Teleportation Array also stepped out, but Prince Gao’s face looked rather unhappy as he stopped in front of Lin Boyue. With clenched teeth, he coldly said:

“Lin Boyue, what are you up to?”

Upon hearing the anger in Prince Gao’s tone, Lin Boyue’s heart trembled uncontrollably, and he quickly responded:

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“Your highness, I was capturing…the suspects…they are suspected of being from the Incense Fire Dao…”

“Incense Fire Dao?”

Hearing Lin Boyue’s answer, Prince Gao gave Lin Boyue, who had bowed his head, a deep look that flashed with a subtle chill, but he did not delve into it further, chiding him:

“Enough! Get them out of here as soon as possible! Don’t run into my friend!”

“Yes! Yes, your highness!”

As if he had received a reprieve, Lin Boyue’s heart filled with joy.

However, Wang Ba’s heart sank to rock bottom.

He frantically pondered on how to escape.

At this moment, he heard a familiar voice:

“Wait.”

“Hmm?”

“This voice is…”

Wang Ba stiffened.

His eyes flashed with disbelief immediately afterwards!

He couldn’t help but look up, his gaze fell on one of the people who had just teleported over. Indeed, amongst them, he saw a familiar white-robed cultivator!

“Elder Tang?!”

The one who spoke had a calm demeanor and donned white robes, which was Tang Ji who should have been waiting in the Linglong Ghost Market!

He stood behind the group, so Wang Ba didn’t notice him when he glanced over earlier in haste.

Tang Ji noticed Wang Ba’s shocked expression and gave him an almost imperceptible smile.

Prince Gao, who was standing beside them, looked at Tang Ji in confusion, but there were clear notes of respect in his tone:

“Does Mr. Tang have any orders?”

Tang Ji smiled amiably:

“Hehe, Brother Xiang is too polite, not at all, just perhaps there is some misunderstanding here, these two individuals and I… have a connection…”

His gaze fell on Wang Ba and Zhao Feng.

“These two people?”

Prince Gao followed Tang Ji’s gaze to Wang Ba and Zhao Feng, he was immediately taken aback.

Lin Boyue, who was standing at the side, on hearing these words, was utterly stunned!

His heart churned like stormy seas!

Shen Fu, along with that Sword Cultivator… they’re actually connected with the Immortal Master of Nascent Soul?!

And not an ordinary Immortal Master of Nascent Soul, but even Prince Gao seems to treat him with considerable respect?

“Yes… Now it makes sense… No wonder he, a Foundation Establishment cultivator, could master the rare art of Spiritual Cook and possess a Fragrance Plaque that could resist Zhang Daobai. Also, why he could return after seemingly being captured by Yuan Wenzhi…”

In an instant, everything that was inexplicable before was now clear!

And yet, he wanted to capture this person and bring him back to the Xuli Sect to produce chicken essence.

Not only that, but he also deceived Prince Gao in front of him…

At this moment.

Lin Boyue felt as if the world was spinning around him!

“What is going on?! Lin Boyue!”

Prince Gao furrowed his brows, his expression instantly turning grim, revealing a trace of anger.

“I…I…It may have been a mix-up on the part of my disciple…I beg your pardon, Prince Gao! I regret not having been able to recognize the real person!”

Lin Boyue was in turmoil, forced to suppress his agitation as he respectfully explained.

Offending Shen Fu and that Sword Cultivator was a minor issue.

But deceiving Prince Gao and having it revealed publicly is like openly slapping Prince Gao’s face, in front of Prince Gao’s friend.

The consequence of this, he almost dare not imagine…

“Since it was a mistake, perhaps Brother Xiang will not pursue it. After all, considering the present tense situation, we have to go to Qiao State soon, and Yanqiao Pass still needs someone to guard it.”

One of the accompanying cultivators suddenly spoke up, seemingly giving Prince Gao a way out.

“Humph! Fine. Since our friend pleaded for him, let’s still keep him alive. I will take care of him slowly when I return from Qiao State!”

Prince Gao coldly snorted, not saying anything more.

Soon, several people, including Master Shen and the Sword Cultivator, swiftly headed towards Yanqiao Pass.

Only the absent-minded, despairing Lin Boyue and Qiao Yushan, who was gingerly leading Zhuang Yi, were left behind.

“Sect Master.”

“Let’s… go back.”

In just a short period of time, Lin Boyue, a Golden Core Master, seemed to have aged significantly.

Seeing the state of Lin Boyue, Qiao Yushan did not dare to say much. The two, leading the unconscious and seriously injured Zhuang Yi, hurriedly returned to the entrance of the Xuli Sect mountain.

After returning, Lin Boyue shut himself off from everyone else.

For an entire day and night.

His face was filled with deep despair.

And then, at a certain moment late in the night.

Lin Boyue’s heart stirred, and he abruptly stood up, his eyes flashing fiercely at a corner of the hall:

“Who’s there?! Come out!”

“Hehe, you haven’t lost your vigilance, it seems you still have hope.”

A desolate voice sounded from the corner, faintly echoing.

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