Xianxia: My Junior Sisters Are Freaks! Chapter 153

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Your subordinate, the lurker in Great Feng Empire, Chen San, greets Your Highness the Holy Son!”

A black-robed man walked into the main hall with trepidation and bowed to Chen Youliang.

“You are the messenger sent to Great Feng?”

“Reporting to Your Highness the Holy Son, it is indeed your subordinate.”

Chen Youliang narrowed his eyes slightly, and a line of blood formed in his crimson eyes. “Tell me about Great Feng's recent situation!”

Chen Youliang's voice was dry and flat, making it difficult for others to understand what were his thoughts.

Chen San had no choice but to bite the bullet and read his prepared speech from beginning to end.

“Are you done?”

Chen San lowered his head and responded.

“Your Highness, this is the situation.”

“Mo Wudao did not proceed according to the plan. When I arrived, he was already killed. The person who killed him was the ninth princess, Mo Yuanqing. In front of the Holy Son, I swear what I said is true. Please understand, Your Highness.”

The black-robed man buried his head deep into the ground. Cold sweat dripped down his cheeks and fell on the floor.

Everyone in the demon race knew that the holy son was temperamental. Although Chen San the lurker was well-prepared, he could not help but feel worried.

Chen Youliang said indifferently, “Well, this matter is Mo Wudao's own decision and has nothing to do with you. You can leave first!”

“Yes, Your Highness!”

Chen San controlled his perturbed mood and left the hall with his head lowered.

“Great Feng Dynasty, Mo Yuanqing, huh!” Chen Youliang snorted coldly.

A demon leader stepped forward and said.

“Your Highness, Great Feng is now out of control and will certainly affect your highness' grand plan.”

“Why don't I lead a group of people to behead Great Feng's new emperor? When Great Feng is leaderless, we'll take the opportunity to nibble away at their power. This area of several thousand miles will fall into our control. What do you think, Your Highness?”

“There's no need. Mo Yuanqing has a mysterious expert protecting her. You don't have to get involved in this mess!”

Chen Youliang gently waved the feather fan in his hand and leaned against the throne with his eyes closed.

“Oh right, pay more attention recently. Make up all the sacrifices and materials as soon as possible. The operation will officially begin in a month.”

“Yes, Your Highness!”

The group of black-robed men replied in unison.

“Then, Your Highness, what should we do now?”

Chen Youliang waved his hand, indicating that they should not disturb him. Upon seeing this, the group of black-robed men respectfully retreated, not daring to make a single sound.

A moment later.

A pair of scarlet eyes suddenly opened.

“Mo Yuanqing, in a month's time, the bloodline power in your body will also be mine. hehehe!”

…

The scene changed, and they arrived in a dark dungeon. This was the place where the demons used to lock up prisoners. Everything was pitch-black, and only chaotic shouts echoed in the air.

“Let me out!”

“I am the Sect Master of the Changshan Sect. Aren't you afraid of inviting disaster if you dare to lock me up?!”

“Ah~”

“I am the Sect Master of the Qingshui Sect. Let me out quickly…”

“Who are you? What kind of heroes are you hiding in the shadows? If you have the ability, tell me your names.”

At this moment, a few black-robed men walked out from the depths of the darkness.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A bright long saber slammed against the bars of the prison cell. “What are you arguing about? If you continue to argue, I will feed you to the wild beasts!”

“You are already prisoners. Do you still think that you are high and mighty figures who have the right to demand anything? All of you better behave yourselves.”

The surroundings fell silent for a moment before someone asked.

“We have no enmity with you. Why did you trap us here? Who are you people?”

Most of the people in the cell were caught for no reason. They had no idea when they had offended these black-robed men, let alone their origins.

They had been imprisoned for a few months, but this was the first time someone had come out to respond. So they wanted to know what was going on.

“Don't ask anymore. If you ask, there's a grudge. As for what kind of grudge, you'll know in a month.”

After patrolling around, a few black-robed men threw down some food and disappeared into the darkness.

“Hey, hey, hey, what do you mean? Tell us clearly before you leave!”

“Don't waste your energy. If they wanted us to know, they wouldn't have dragged it out until now.”

“It's just that our cultivation has been sealed and we have lost the ability to abstain from grain. They were afraid that we would starve to death so they sent some food in.”

“Food? This is called food?”

In the dim vision, there was a rancid steamed bun placed at the entrance of each cell. Other than that, there was nothing else.

“Bah, bah, bah! It's hard to swallow. Even if I starve to death, I won't eat this vulgar thing.”

After a short while.

The cell was filled with rustling sounds, and the sounds of wolfing down food could be heard.

“…”

A few black-robed men left the dungeon and directly entered a secret room through the mechanism.

“Hey! Wake up and eat something, quickly wake up.”

Grade-three spirit rabbit meat, thousand year-old mushroom soup, crystal clear eight treasures duck, and even a bottle of medicinal wine brewed from spirit herbs…

The appearance of this food was first-rate, and the quality fragrance permeated the air!

The difference in treatment between the prisoners and the food here could be described as the difference between heaven and earth.

The clanging of chains sounded, and a scrawny figure stood up from the corner.

“Hmph! Take it away, I don't have an appetite today.”

“Aiyo, have you grown a temper?”

“Mo Shenghong, I advise you to eat obediently. You won't have such good treatment next month.”

“What do you mean? Is Chen Youliang finally going to kill me?”

“Hahaha, I can't wait for that!”

The black-robed man placed the food on the table and pushed a bamboo pole in front of Mo Shenghong.

“That's not something I should know about. Do your best. I'll come back later to pack my things.”

Although Mo Shenghong was already so weak that he looked like a skeleton, the few of them still did not forget to be wary of him. Last time, there was an unlucky fellow who had his neck broken because of his carelessness. They did not want to repeat the same mistake.

After the few black-robed men finished delivering the food, they left the secret room in a hurry.

After they left, an old man's voice sounded in the secret room again.

“Friend, I don't want anything else to eat. Give me that bottle of wine to quench my craving. I Can't take it anymore. The liquor worm in my stomach is starting to make a fuss again.”

Mo Shenghong did not say much when he heard that. The chain in his hand wrapped around the bottle and with a strong force, the bottle was thrown onto the wall behind him.

The expected shattering sound did not come. The wine bottle went straight into the wall, as if it had passed through to another world.

Gulp, gulp, gulp.

“Hahaha! The wine is not bad. Although it is not as rich as the hundred flowers wine, it still has a special flavor.”

“I didn't expect that there would be someone who could brew such a good wine among this demon child. I'll have the chance to see it tomorrow.”

Mo Shenghong: “…”

You still want to see the demon wine brewer? Why don't you meet the demon emperor?

They were both prisoners, but why did it feel like the person opposite them was even more ignorant of the situation than him?

After eating and drinking, a burst of singing came from the other side of the wall.

“There are the sharpest swords in the world, and the endless night shows the arrogance of our youth.

The Sea is bright with the full moon, but the years of the human world are mottled, and one can look back

Take in a glass of wine, don't sleep at night, and tell no one.

There is the loneliest steed in the world, the white snow has frozen our blood.

Envy the beauty of the mortal world, the red candles on Yantai are even more intoxicating, but the words are good

Three Cups of two cups of light wine, drunk tonight, the past need not be measured…”

Chivalrous songs penetrated the walls and echoed in the empty secret room.

Like a trickle of water, the singing never stopped.

Chapter end