“Grand Elder Wanluo?”

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　　“Esteemed Senior Wanluo?”

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　　“Old Wanluo?”

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　　“Wanluo?”

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　　“Wanluo you old bastard, what turtle hole did you crawl into?”

　　“You looking for me, kid?”

　　Fang Xing had been searching all throughout the court for the old Wanluo, yet he hadn’t seen even a trace of him despite searching so many halls already. Just as he thought Wanluo might not be here and so began to curse, he suddenly heard old bastard Wanluo’s broken-gong voice right up against his ear. Fang Xing was so frightened he let out a loud shriek and jumped a good ten feet away.

　　“F*ck me….”

　　The old bastard Wanluo had messy hair, wandering eyes, and a mass of jade talismans in his arms, all giving the impression he’d just reached a critical moment of enlightenment for some kind of technique. After staring at Fang Xing for quite some while, recognition dawned on his face and he asked, “Did you little son of a turtle egg bastard just curse me?”

　　“No, no, of course not. Why would I?” Fang Xing hastily denied. “I’ve something to ask you!”

　　“Speak all your words, free all your farts. I’m busy trying to save your petty little life here!”

　　Fang Xing quickly smiled. “In that case, I’d like to thank you in advance…. Give me one of your talisman keys that will allow me to enter the Court of Enlightenment!”

　　Wanluo was a little taken aback. “The Court of Enlightenment forms the core of the Snowy Mountain and requires the use of the Eminent Yin Jade mine to open. Every disciple has only one chance to study within, and the spell I promised you still isn’t completely finished yet. What are you trying to accomplish by entering it early? You must know, if you use up your chance now, it will be extremely difficult once you actually need it for the spell….”

　　“I’ll go in the open this time and sneak in the next. I have something really important to do!”

　　Wanluo shook his head. “Don’t bullsh*t with me. I’ve already got it all planned out for you! This spell is extremely difficult to study, so it’s best you enter the Court of Enlightenment when it’s time for you to study it. Just listen to me and things will go well!”

　　“I can’t even find you after searching all day long, and who knows when you’re going to finish that spell?” Fang Xing began to cry out. “Besides, you won’t even allow me to study other techniques. What the hell can I do before you finish?”

　　“If you’re so bored, go sweep some floors, increase your cultivation, fix that damn temperament of yours….” With that, he impatiently tossed Fang Xing out, causing the boy to silently curse him for quite a while afterwards.

　　Of course, Fang Xing didn’t dare to tell the old bastard Wanluo the sole reason he wanted to enter the Court of Enlightenment was to reduce how long he’d need to increase his cultivation level. Doing something like that would just be too wasteful. The Court of Enlightenment was there for all the young elites to use when studying their chosen spell or technique, and going inside just to reduce how much time was needed between tiers would be beyond extravagant. Even Ye Gu’yin—old man Hu Qin’s direct student—and the Ephemeral Butterfly’s Hou Guimen had only been allowed to enter because they were forming their foundation.

　　Just as Fang Xing was trying to think of a way to somehow get himself into the Court of Enlightenment, a golden cloud arrived at the Wanluo Court. A Foundation Stage cultivator had arrived, his body adorned in a golden robe and golden crown, his face cold and strict. Behind him was a cloud carrying a red-dressed Yin Servant and Princess Chu Ci. It was none other than Prince Chu Huang, and he coldly commanded, “That servant of the Myriad Beasts Sect, come here!” His loud voice felt as though it stretched out without end and shook all of the Wanluo Court. Within the court, all of the elites walked out of their cave estates and raised their head up towards the night sky, their faces filled with surprise.

　　“Why is Prince Chu Huang here at the Wanluo Court? Such an overbearing aura; is he here to condemn something?”

　　“He wants that barbaric servant of the Myriad Beasts Sect? Heh, I wonder if the bastard provoked someone from the royal court?”

　　‘You’ve come knocking on my door?’ Fang Xing smirked. He took a drink from a wine gourd to clear his throat before jumping up onto his spirit vessel and flying to the top of the grand hall. After seating himself on the edge of the roof, he yelled out, “Golden turtle egg bastard, who are you looking for?”

　　Hearing this, all of the Wanluo Court elites were stunned, almost unable to believe this little brat was actually cursing at Prince Chu Huang. What kind of reason did he have to dare call Prince Chu Huang a “golden turtle egg bastard” in front of so many people?

　　Prince Chu Huang focused his attention on the boy and recognized him as the exact same brat who’d acted rudely towards him earlier. After hearing the moniker “golden turtle egg bastard”, he was even more certain; in all his life, aside from this little brat and Xiao Xue, no one had ever had the guts to refer to him in such a manner. “I am indeed looking for you,” he coldly replied. “Come and speak with me this instant!”

　　Fang Xing laughed. “Don’t want to! If you’re so good, why don’t you come in here and talk!”

　　A protective formation had been erected around the Wanluo Court that allowed the court disciples to freely enter, while disciples from other courts required someone to invite them in. For this reason, Fang Xing was extremely calm; no matter how powerful this Prince Chu Huang was, he wouldn’t have the power to break through the formation set down by the old bastard Wanluo.

　　Fang Xing wasn’t so dim-witted as to go face the prince outside on his own, though—a fight without any obvious benefits wasn’t a fight he wanted to take. Besides, Prince Chu Huang was already in Foundation Stage tier three with only a small step away from entering mid-Foundation Stage; fighting him head-on was simply too much of a disadvantage for Fang Xing.

　　Prince Chu Huang’s voice chilled when he saw this. “Ten of my subordinates were robbed and murdered, and you’re the prime suspect. Come over and allow me to question you. Once everything has been cleared away, if it’s not related to you, you will naturally be allowed to let go free….”

　　“And what if it is related to me?”

　　“If you truly did it, you will have broken the rules of the Snowy Mountain and will naturally face severe punishment!”

　　Fang Xing angrily spat on the ground and began to curse, “F*ck your bastard uncle’s turtle egg rules!”

　　Prince Chu Huang had used the word “rules” even while doing all kinds of things outside of the rules in the past, such as nearly killing Ying Qiaoqiao right in front of Fang Xing’s eyes. When Fang Xing heard Prince Chu Huang spouting off about “rules”, he was filled with an abundance of annoyance and began cursing even louder.

　　Prince Chu Huang grew furious, his stare as sharp as an icy sword piercing towards Fang Xing. “Without rules, nothing would become of anything. Everyone in this world—cultivators included—must comply with the rules before they are able to live within this world. No one is an exception….” Every single word he spoke was like a giant drum suppressing the area from the skies. It shook the heartstrings of all the young elites within the Wanluo Court and caused their faces to pale.

　　“Prince Chu Huang is in the early-Foundation Stage, yet he already has such an impressive aura. It almost feels like a Golden Core’s….”

　　“Compared to His Highness, that servant is just wretched to the core! He doesn’t even dare to go out and speak!”

　　“Hmph, His Highness is always compliant with the rules. Anybody would appear less impressive when compared to him, let alone a little barbaric kid like him. For him to run into His Highness today is digging his own grave!”

　　Amidst the murmurs coming from the caves in all directions below, some were rejoicing in the boy’s misfortune while others were praising the imposing demeanor of the prince.

　　‘The majesty of this golden bastard is so strong. He always looks as though he’s so right and reasonable; this alone makes him detestable!’ Fang Xing cursed silently to himself. His very nature was someone who didn’t enjoy following the rules, and the more imposing Prince Chu Huang became, the more strongly Fang Xing disliked him. Furthermore, the power of Prince Chu Huang’s impressive majesty left Fang Xing with an itch to intentionally stir some trouble for him. His mind began to quickly spin and he hatched a plan before long, causing him to smirk and stand up before yelling from the roof, “What you said, is that true?”

　　“Are you doubting what I’ve said?” Prince Chu Huang sternly asked.

　　“If you truly are so compliant with the rules, let me ask you a few questions!”

　　Prince Chu Huang’s gaze was solemn. Without opening his mouth, he waited to hear what Fang Xing had to say.

　　Fang Xing sneered before pointing to the airborne Prince Chu Huang and began to curse, “First question, let me ask you: which court do you belong to? Royal Sanctuary Court? As a disciple of the Royal Sanctuary Court, you came to our Wanluo Court without paying your respect to our grand elder Wanluo and are instead here to directly request someone from us? From which mutt’s stomach did you throw the word ‘respect’ into? Do you not know the rules?

　　“And let me ask you, what is your cultivation level? What level is our Wanluo Court’s grand elder Wanluo? You came to our Wanluo Court and know very well that our grand elder is within these halls right at this moment, but you didn’t land on the ground as a show of respect and instead remain in the air while stepping on that piece of dog sh*t yellow cloud of yours. Are you trying to say you’re entitled to step all over his head? Do you not know the rules?

　　“And let me ask you, you said I—your grandpa—killed your flunkies, but do you have proof? I know you don’t. You don’t have any evidence but still want to take me for questioning; is that also within the rules? You answer these three questions clearly for me today and I’ll come with you. If you can’t answer them clearly, heh, watch me chop— curse all eighteen generations of your Chu royal family!”

　　A bunch of words spilled from his mouth while his hands remained folded against his back. His breath was curbed to the minimum, and behind him shined a half-crescent moon, creating a scene that seemed almost elegant. All of the elites within the Wanluo Court were stunned; these words were twisted and full of forced logic, yet how did he make it sound so sensible?

　　Prince Chu Huang’s behavior seemed to be flawless at first, but after being pointed out, there really did seem to be some problems. Of course, the most stunning thing of all was how elegant Fang Xing’s cursing had been…. He’d been so blatant and obvious with it, so why did it seem as though his speech had been so masterful?

　　Fang Xing’s cool face began to shift, his lip curling slightly upward into a proud smirk. ‘Heh, trying to have verbal fight with me, your little grandpa. Let me singlehandedly show you and your entire royal court!’ This golden turtle egg bastard had come here just to be scolded.

　　As for Prince Chu Huang on his golden cloud, his expression was still calm but there was viciousness within that calm demeanor now. He’d wanted to refute several times, but the questioning had left him so sullen he simply didn’t know what to say in that moment. Even he began to feel doubt in his heart. ‘Have I truly not complied with the rules?’ With these thoughts, the flames of anger within him began to burn stronger and stronger, until it raged unceasingly within….

　　“Little brat…. I… I’m… I’m going to kill you!” Once Prince Chu Huang’s flames of anger rose to the limit, he suddenly let out a loud roar and clamped his palm downwards. A countless number of golden flames formed into a giant hand in midair, passing through the defensive formation outside Wanluo Court and heading straight towards Fang Xing on the roof’s edge.

　　By now, he’d even stopped caring about the rules. He had to get that brat first!

　　“Heh, you want to pick a fight?” Fang Xing’s gaze grew cold as he held the Flag of Ten Thousand Spirits in his hand. The flag waved amidst the strong gusts of wind, but he didn’t hurry in joining into the fight and simply prepared himself in a defensive stance. If he’d guessed correctly, he probably wouldn’t need to do anything at all.

　　Indeed, just as Prince Chu Huang’s strike bypassed the formation and arrived in front of Fang Xing, a surprisingly powerful force rushed out from within the Wanluo Court’s grand hall. Prince Chu Huang’s flaming palm was destroyed in an instant, causing twinkles of fire to rain down in all directions. As for Prince Chu Huang on top of the golden cloud, his expression fell as his Qi and blood began to boil, causing him to feel extremely uncomfortable….

　　“Chu Huang, for you to come to my Wanluo Court and try to take someone from me without even asking me first, do you even know the rules?” a stern voice asked, belonging to none other than the old bastard Wanluo.