Chapter 250: You Dare Covet What Belongs to Me?
'This Golden Crow prince is bound to be disappointed.'
Ren Qingfeng stroked his beard, amusement flickering in his eyes.
He had asked Li Xun almost the same question earlier, and Li Xun's answer had been that he did not like seizing things by force. But that didn't mean Li Xun had no interest in the Dao Source Immortal Metal.
Moreover, Li Xun was searching for Holy level forging material materials. That could only mean he had already begun preparing to forge his own Sacred Weapon. At such a time, with Dao Source Immortal Metal appearing in the world, how could Brother Li possibly not be tempted?
What intrigued Ren Qingfeng was this: what means would Li Xun use to obtain the Dao Source Immortal Metal for himself?
At the back of the hall—
Lu Qinxian's expression shifted slightly. She raised her head and glanced toward Li Xun, a trace of vigilance flashing deep in her eyes.
Li Xun's renown was simply too great. His authority was evident even just now—one word from him had been enough to make the Golden Crow prince hesitate.
If he, too, chose to make a move against her, then she could no longer remain in Yuyang City.
Her only regret was that the Scarlet-Blood Spirit Fruit might slip from her grasp.
Just moments earlier, Li Xun's words had prevented the Golden Crow prince from acting, but at the same time, they had also allowed him to keep hold of his ten million peak-grade spirit stones.
With such abundant resources, it would be incredibly difficult for her to obtain what she needed if he decided to bid against her.
Her original plan had been to find an opportunity to ambush the Golden Crow prince and snatch the Scarlet-Blood Spirit Fruit from him. But now, that was far less realistic.
Because—within all of Yuyang City, every Holy Son and Holy Maiden present held some degree of hostility toward her.
If she made a move against the Golden Crow prince, the others would never simply watch. And with only her Divine Power Realm cultivation, not yet even crossing the Life and Death threshold, how could she face so many enemies and still escape unharmed?
Not to mention, there were even Divine Palace Realm powerhouses watching from the shadows.
Thinking this through, Lu Qinxian slowly rose, intending to slip away quietly.
But just as she was about to leave, Li Xun's calm voice rang out.
"What the Golden Crow friend says is not wrong. The Profound Sun Holy Land and the Golden Crow Clan have never been enemies. Naturally, I will not obstruct what you intend to do."
At these words, the Golden Crow prince felt a great weight lift from his heart. As long as Li Xun did not intervene, he had no need to fear anyone else here.
After all, among those present, Li Xun was the only one he truly dreaded. The Yin-Yang Holy Son and the others he didn't place in his eyes at all. Such was the arrogance of one born of the Golden Crow Clan.
But just as his relief set in—
Li Xun's lips curved into a faint smile, and he continued:
"However… if anyone dares to meddle in what I intend to do—then they will be making themselves my enemy."
As the final word fell, the entire hall fell into dead silence.
"Brother Li Xun…"
The Yin-Yang Holy Son raised a brow, faint comprehension dawning. He turned his head toward Lu Qinxian, who had just been preparing to leave. A sharp aura flared from him, locking onto her.
If Li Xun himself had no interest in the Dao Source Immortal Metal, then the Yin-Yang Holy Son would not hesitate to seize it for himself.
The Yin-Yang Holy Son thought to himself: But if Li Xun also intends to claim the Dao Source Immortal Metal, then there's no reason for me to oppose him. After all, I could never win against him. Better instead to offer him a small favor—help him keep Lu Qinxian here.
Buzz!
A strange aura rippled outward, and the atmosphere within the grand hall instantly plummeted, like the dead of winter. A bone-chilling cold swept through, as if everyone had been cast into an icy abyss.
Those of weaker strength could hardly endure even a moment in this oppressive pressure before they would be crushed into nothing but a mist of blood.
"So what you're saying is, Daoist Li Xun intends to oppose the Golden Crow Clan?"
The Golden Crow prince asked gravely.
A moment ago, he had still called Li Xun "Brother." Now, it had become merely "Daoist."
"Whether I oppose you or not," Li Xun said calmly, "depends entirely on a single thought in your mind."
He turned his palm over, and within it appeared a crimson fruit. It glowed like blood, clear and translucent, as though carved from a ruby.
A rich medicinal fragrance, potent beyond imagination, instantly spread through every corner of the hall.
The Golden Crow prince's pupils shrank at once. His voice sank:
"Scarlet-Blood Spirit Fruit?"
That fruit—he knew it all too well.
Not long ago at the auction, he had bid for it against Lu Qinxian, finally winning it for twelve million spirit stones. He had wagered correctly: this was precisely the fruit she needed.
And yet now, another one appeared in Li Xun's hand.
What is he planning to do?
The Golden Crow prince certainly did not believe Li Xun had produced it just to flaunt his wealth.
"Li Xun," came a cold voice from behind the prince, "there are some matters where a path still remains open before they are taken too far. But once you act—then you become an enemy of the Golden Crow Clan. After all, the deaths of our princes cannot be left unavenged."
The speaker was an old man standing behind the prince. His hair was golden, his eyes dazzling with light. His expression was icy, and the pressure he exuded was suffocating.
Everyone present knew exactly what was being referred to. They had all witnessed what transpired at the auction earlier. Even Ren Qingfeng and Li Xun, who had remained in the hall, had seen everything clearly: Lu Qinxian and the Golden Crow prince had bid each other sky-high, all for that single Scarlet-Blood Spirit Fruit.
Now another had suddenly appeared in Li Xun's hand. His intention was practically self-evident.
"What does this have to do with me?" Li Xun countered lightly.
The fruit in his hand arced gracefully through the air and landed perfectly before Lu Qinxian, its fragrance wafting around her.
She froze for a moment. She did not immediately reach for it, but instead asked in surprise:
"Brother Li Xun, this is…?"
"A mere cripple thinks herself worthy of such a spiritual herb? If Li Xun doesn't want it, then I'll be taking it for myself!"
The old man behind the Golden Crow prince sneered and struck out without hesitation. A massive hand shot forth, lightning-fast, grasping toward the Scarlet-Blood Spirit Fruit.
"That fruit is my possession… and you dare to lay a hand on it?"
Li Xun's cold snort rang out.
His golden arm extended, and his palm moved later—but arrived first. With a loud crack, the old man's hand was crushed into fragments.
Then Li Xun's golden palm swept outward, and with a sharp smack, it struck the old man square across the face.
"AAHHH—!"
A scream of pure agony erupted. The old man's face shattered instantly, his entire body flying backward like a meteor. He smashed through several halls in succession, leaving devastation in his wake.
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