Cultivating Immortals in Two Worlds: From Qing Fu to Primordial Chaos

Chapter 236 Zhu Rong, the Lover of Domestic Violence
The Yan Emperor held a conference of all tribes not only to reaffirm the position of the Yan Emperor's tribe in the human race, but also to unite the tribes and select talents, which provided an excellent opportunity for this.

The winner can enter the Yan Emperor tribe and be taught by the ancient god of the Yan Emperor tribe.

After successful training, they will return to the tribe, and most of them will become high-level officials or leaders of each tribe.

This back and forth travel not only unites the various tribes, but also deepens the ties between the various tribes and the Yan Emperor's tribe through these returning descendants.

What Yan Ju has to do is even simpler, which is to demonstrate talents that match his identity and intimidate the next generation of tribal gods.

It was actually extremely excessive to let the underage Prince of Emperor Yan, who was only two years old, to intimidate the heroes.

On the huge open space in the center, the outer gods were present, the leaders of various tribes gathered, flowers were in bloom, hundreds of flags were waving, and countless totems were standing.

All the gods' eyes fell on the open space, and on the heroic young god, each with a different expression.

Yan Ju stood on the open ground, his face solemn, and with a wave of his hand, he drove away a warrior who had cultivated an immortal body.

"Next!"

His face was expressionless.

I don’t know how many ‘opponents’ he has driven away!
Below, many warriors of the Yan Emperor tribe had already issued thunderous cheers.

The prince's shout was deafening, and the eyes of many tribal warriors were shining brightly.

The strength displayed by Yan Ju made many tribal people and gods feel endless pride in the Yan Emperor tribe.

"I'll meet you for a minute!"

At this moment, a rough voice was heard, and a young warrior carrying arrows walked out of the queue.

I saw that he was surrounded by boundless divine power, with black hair draped over his shoulders, like a devil descended to the earth.

Looking at the several golden arrows behind him and the strong bow in his hand, Yan Ju's heart was slightly moved and he had some guesses in his mind.

Could it be that hunk?
An ancient god from the Yan Emperor tribe spoke nearby.

"Warrior, please tell me your name!"

"Yu Jian from the You Yu clan would like to seek advice from Crown Prince Yan Ju!"

He bowed his hands in salute.

Hearing this, Yan Ju's eyes moved.

It seems that it is not Hou Yi.

Right!

His eyes fell on Yu Jian. He raised his hand and a ball of Tianyuan Fire formed in his hand. It instantly turned into nine balls. Nine layers of scorching sun came towards Yu Jian like an overwhelming force. Nine rays of blazing white light quickly bloomed.

Yu Jian's expression changed, and his figure cut through the void, appearing a thousand feet away.

As soon as it appeared, cold sweat broke out on its forehead. Several balls of Tianyuan Fire appeared around it, faintly enveloping it.

If Yan Ju cannot control them in time, once they explode, there will be no trace left.

In the distance, Yang Huai raised his hand, and nine balls of Tianyuan Fire flew back to his palm.

"Concession!"

Yu Jian looked at the scene with a slightly pale face, and immediately bowed and said with sincere conviction.

"The prince's virtue is far superior to mine. I am convinced!"

He walked away from the thousand-foot open space.

On the main seat, Emperor Yan and his queen Ting Xuan sat side by side, and there were many tribal leaders in the two rows beside them. Looking at this scene, many tribal leaders all showed admiration on their faces.

They all knew that this Prince Yanju had only been born two years ago.

Even some gods with top-level spiritual support can only become true gods at most at this time. If they are stronger, they may even become celestial gods.

But this Prince Yanju seemed to have already cultivated himself into a supreme god.

This kind of talent is truly beyond reach.

The ancient god of the Yan Emperor tribe next to him also had a slight smile on his face and shouted to the surroundings.

"Is there anyone else challenging the Crown Prince? If not, the biggest prize will go to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?"

When the tribal leaders saw this scene, they all shook their heads secretly.

Even as the leader of a tribe, only the best can reach the realm of upper gods, and most of them are only at the realm of celestial gods. How can the men in their tribe be compared with Prince Yanju.

Just then, a voice came.

"I come!"

Suddenly, a figure in luxurious clothes walked out from a distance. Beside Emperor Yan, Zhu Rong looked at this scene, his expression changed slightly, and he snorted after a moment.

"Evil son!"

He immediately turned his gaze towards Emperor Yan and his wife and bowed.

"Your Majesty, this rebellious son is ignorant of his own limitations and dares to challenge the Crown Prince..."

Zhu Rong had a look of annoyance on his face. He vaguely knew what Emperor Yan was up to, so he was worried that the appearance of Prince Changqin would ruin things.

Yan Di waved his hand and smiled at him.

"It's okay. I've said it before. The purpose of holding the Hundred Clan Conference of the Yan Emperor Tribe is to select talents. Anyone can take the stage. If he can defeat Yan Ju, it will be a good thing. It will let him know that there are always people better than you and there are always better things!"

"sit down!"

He comforted Zhurong with a smiling face.

Zhu Rong still frowned, his eyes fixed on Prince Changqin in the open space, but he was secretly annoyed. He made up his mind that he would discipline and deal with Prince Changqin well after returning.

On the open space, Yang Huai frowned slightly and looked at the god in red clothes in the distance, wearing a golden crown on his head and a primitive but slightly luxurious style of clothing. He carried a longbow behind him, his eyebrows were as red as fire, and he looked extraordinary. The Taoist charm he exuded was also very strong. He had successfully condensed the Taoist fruit and cultivated into a body of a supreme god.

He also recognized the other person.

The second generation Zhurong had many descendants, some of whom were particularly famous, one of whom was the Prince Changqin.

"How about it, do you dare to compete with this prince?"

The young man raised his eyebrows and looked at Yan Ju, with a strong look of provocation in the depths of his eyes.

Yan Ju looked calm, raised one hand and hooked it at him.

"bring it on!"

His expression was nonchalant, but in the eyes of Prince Changqin, it was clearly contempt, which made him furious, but he just smiled coldly. He raised his hand and saw a ball of intense fire emerging from the depths of his palm. It turned into nine, and then nine turned into one. In the process, the Tianyuan Fire suddenly expanded by more than a circle, and the terrible divine power was urged out from his hands, turning into a torrent that swept towards Yanju.

The blazing heat dissipated, and the violent divine power made many leaders around change color.

They also recognized that this was the Zhurong clan's supreme secret technique, "The Secret Art of Fire Refining".

Among them are the changes of Zhurong's Nine Flames Secret Art.

On the opposite side, Yan Ju's expression remained unchanged. Seeing the Tianyuan Fire sweeping towards him, he remained motionless. He just made circles with his hands in front of him, forming a double-layer rotating Sun Tai Chi. The light expanded, swallowing up all the rolling Tianyuan Fire that was sweeping towards him.

After he swallowed the terrifying Tianyuan Fire, his face only turned slightly red. Under the astonished gaze of Prince Changqin, Yan Ju smiled slightly, and with a wave of his hand, hundreds of sun god lights shot out from his hands, forming hundreds of dazzling and deadly sword lights, covering his surroundings.

Deep within each ray of sword light lies the blazing, violent Tianyuan Fire. They interweave with each other, like a sword formation enveloping Prince Changqin.

With just this one move, Zhu Rong, who was far away, could tell that Yan Ju's understanding of the "Secret Art of Fire Refining" had surpassed that of Prince Changqin. He couldn't help but be secretly surprised.

Although Prince Changqin was a little slow, he had great talent. He had been born a thousand years ago and had practiced the Secret Art of Fire Refining for more than seven or eight hundred years. Yet, he was easily suppressed by Yan Ju.

Thousands of sword lights expanded, forming the Pure Yuan Wanmiao Nine Divine Sword Formation. Red lights flashed across, breaking through the air from countless incredible angles, and even formed a faint violent storm formed by the flames of the sun, plundering like a storm.

He was caught off guard and suddenly saw several sword energies interweaving and breaking through the air, piercing through the body of Prince Changqin.

Prince Changqin was not surprised but angry when he saw the blood. He came here to prove himself, but now not only was he unable to show his face in front of the Father God, he was injured at the first encounter. Doesn't this make him seem even more incompetent?

Filled with shame and anger, he immediately went berserk!

A violent red light appeared around him, and a terrifying fire god several dozen feet tall appeared in his place.

He has a human body and a beast face, with two fire dragons coiled around him. He looks like a supreme god who holds the power of fire in heaven and earth, majestic and sacred.

A terrifyingly scorching heat emanated from his entire body, and a ball of pure flame seemed to appear in his place.

That is the Dharma image of the god Zhurong.

The divine power in his body increased by more than three times!
"Open it for this prince!"

As he roared, the violent origin of the scorching sun rose up from his body. The magnificent power of fire washed over dozens of divine lights around him like a torrent, and knocked away the red sword shadows formed by the Tianyuan Fire.

Seeing this, Yan Ju's eyes moved and he smiled.

“It’s not that easy!”

The sword at his waist rang, and the red sword shadow turned into a strong red light, breaking through the air. A ray of incomparably pure solar law emerged from the depths of the sword shadow. Wherever it broke through the air, the Pure Yuan Wanmiao Nine Divine Sword Formation rotated and turned into a hundred-foot-long divine sword like lightning, slashing towards the divine body of Zhurong, the prince of Changqin.

"Don't think about it!"

Prince Changqin felt the terrifying divine power contained in the giant sword. He formed seals with his hands, and the blazing divine power around him seemed to boil up. In a short period of time, the divine power around him surged several times again. An extremely long flaming spear appeared in his hand, and the innate divine fire erupted from it, colliding with the hundred-foot-long divine sword above his head.

Rumble!
I saw a blazing sword a hundred feet long above my head exploding inch by inch.

The gods looked at this scene with changing expressions.

Even some leaders of various tribes with powerful divine powers could not help but change their expressions slightly.

Whether it was Changqin or Prince Yanju, the skills they displayed were beyond imagination.

Boom! !

Under the gaze of the gods, the hundred-meter-long divine sword shattered into pieces, but a red light emerged from it, flew past Prince Changqin's spear, easily broke through the terrifying and fiery evil spirit formed by the divine spear, and suddenly appeared on Prince Changqin's chest.

Looking closely, it was just an extremely short ancient sword about five or six feet long.

It stopped at the chest of Prince Changqin. It was not that it could not move forward, but that Yan Ju was controlling him from a distance.

Prince Changqin's expression changed slightly, and he was about to knock it away with the spear in his hand, when he heard Zhu Rong's cold voice coming from a distance.

"That's enough. You've already been defeated. Do you still want to stay here and embarrass our Zhurong clan?"

Hearing this, Prince Changqin's face changed and he looked a little unconvinced. He was about to speak, but Zhu Rong suddenly stepped forward and slapped him twice. The crisp sound immediately made Prince Changqin stunned in place. For a moment, his face turned red, and he covered his cheeks with his hands, his eyes almost spitting fire.

This scene not only stunned many leaders, but also stunned Yan Ju.

When Huo Zheng taught him before, he was not so violent, but patient, generous and gentle.

I didn’t expect that he would beat his son so... uh, so ruthlessly!
Seeing that Prince Changqin was still dissatisfied, Zhu Rong stared at him with some disappointment and shouted angrily.

"Fool, can't you see clearly that this ancient sword is made of red copper from the Heaven and Earth Copper Mother Shou Mountain? If it weren't for Crown Prince Yan Ju holding back, your soul would have been shattered long ago. How could you still be standing here?"

"What are you doing here, you disgraceful thing?"

Seeing that Zhu Rong was about to yell at him, Yan Ju wanted to persuade him, but he saw Prince Changqin's face turn red and white, and then suddenly turned into a stream of light and disappeared on the spot.

He sighed upon seeing this.

Although Prince Changqin was a little reckless, he was just young. If he was scolded in public like this, how could Prince Changqin hold his head up high in the future? His master Huo Zheng was too harsh!
He raised his hand and took back the mountain-red copper sword.

Upon seeing this, Zhu Rong's eyes moved, and he just snorted lightly, and returned to his seat after a moment, with a hint of anger still on his face.

The ancient god from the Yan Emperor clan nearby saw that no one else was ready to challenge and was about to announce the result.

At this moment, a clear and defiant voice came from the horizon.

"Wait, since it's a gathering of hundreds of races, how can we be left out?"

"Prince Yanju, do you dare to compete with this prince?!"

Before he finished speaking, a strange sight suddenly appeared in the sky. A bright sun suddenly appeared in the sky, and several majestic divine powers broke through the air and fell, accompanied by the loud cries of crows that resounded throughout the whole area.

On the ground, the expressions of the gods changed.

(End of this chapter)