Perfect World

Chapter 597: Chapter 597: The Kings Chapter 597: Chapter 597: The Kings “Zi Ling, what do you mean?” an elder spoke, his face showing displeasure, “Your eldest son accidentally killed a core disciple of our clan, and yet you dare to roar at us?”
“Everyone get out!” Shi Ziling roared.

How could he not understand what had happened?

If it wasn’t for Shi Hao’s instincts and perception still being active, having been startled awake, he might have been killed here without any clarity.

“Shi Ziling, don’t go too far.

Your eldest son killed a legitimate descendant of our clan.

It’s bad enough you’re not punishing him, but to speak like this is outrageous,” the old crone leaning on a Qingmu staff said with a sullen face.

“Out!” Shi Ziling’s anger reached a boiling point.

His eldest son’s life was hanging by a thread, on the verge of death, and now he was being targeted and harmed further, only to be accused in return.

His rage was overflowing.

With a “clang,” a golden battle spear appeared in his hands.

His hands, with veins bulging, gripped it tightly.

There was no need for explanations now.

He was ready to fight with all he had!

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“You…

still want to resort to violence?” A few elders darkened their faces.

Two of them even pressed forward, confronting each other head-on!

“Disappear, all of you, get out!” Qin Yining, too, was furious.

With eyebrows inverted like moth’s antennae and eyes wide open, she pointed at everyone and scolded, “If Hao’er loses even a single hair, this Lower Realm’s Immortal Mountain can forget about staying intact!”
These peoples’ expressions turned cold.

Though they were angry inside, they all held back because Qin Yining’s identity was extraordinary.

Now, her lineage was victorious in the higher realms, controlling everything.

Moreover, the Immortal Bone implanted in Qin Hao, after all, was her child who would one day ascend to the Supreme throne!

The room fell silent as those people retreated.

A bronze lamp hung aloft, its candle flickering dimly.

Shi Hao fell unconscious again.

Each time, he could only stay awake for a moment, and the condition was worsening.

Shi Ziling sat by the bedside in silence, appearing very pressured.

What should be done?

“Time is running short.

We cannot delay any longer.

As time passes, Hao’er’s body grows weaker and weaker, and with every moment, his life ebbs away.”
Shi Ziling’s voice was hoarse with unbearable pain.

His eyes, bloodshot, stood up abruptly.

“What are you going to do, dig up our other child’s bone?

How would he think, and he might die too, exchanging his life for his brother’s?” Qin Yining asked with tears in her eyes.

“Are we just to watch Hao’er die?

With each passing minute, he grows weaker.

We have already delayed an entire day!” Shi Ziling, tormented, looked out of the window into the misty night.

The dim starlight, obscured by drifting clouds, made the oppressive atmosphere even heavier.

The candle dimmed, and Shi Hao’s pale face, eyes closed, showed that his body was failing.

Shi Ziling clenched his fists, “No, we must save Hao’er!

Back then, we let him down, not being by his side when he was just an infant, having to endure such a bloody scene, weak and close to death in the Martial King’s Mansion.

Later, we left him alone in Stone Village, never fulfilling our duties, never taking good care of him.

In these years, all his achievements were earned through his own efforts.

A young child walked out of Stone Village, facing fierce beasts and all sorts of powerful enemies in the great desolate area.

He fought his way through, step by step, until he rose.”
Shi Ziling took a deep breath, “His success may seem glorious, terrifying the world, but who knows how much hardship he endured?

That was the result of his struggles, and what have we done?

We never protected him, never fulfilled the duties of a parent.

We have done nothing for him!”
Qin Yining wept, sitting in front of the bed, holding one of Shi Hao’s hands, gently caressing it, watching him growing frailer and frailer, her heart clogging up.

Eldest son never harbored any resentment towards them.

Alone, he fought his way to the Qin Clan to save them from peril, not hesitating to battle one of the strongest schools, the Immortal Mountain.

“With what should we do?” Qin Yining’s voice trembled.

“Hao’er’s fate has often been cruel, but is there really no other way this time?

To take out the bone from inside our other child would also bear the risk of death.

How cruel is that?”
“We have already lost Hao’er once, last time we didn’t protect him well, didn’t fulfill our duties as parents.

Are we just to watch him die this time too?

I will be plagued by guilt and unrest for the rest of my life!” Shi Ziling’s eyes grew bloodier.

“But what about the other child?

Have you considered him at all?” Qin Yining said.

“How unjust and cruel that is towards him.”
“It doesn’t matter.

If the second child has a grudge, then let him have it.

Saving Hao’er is what matters most.

Otherwise, he’s going to die soon!” Shi Ziling was well aware of the consequences of such an action.

“Father, are you going to take my bone?” The door was pushed open, and Qin Hao appeared, his expression calm, his eyes deep, standing there without moving further.

Shi Ziling opened his mouth but could not utter a word.

“If you think this will save my brother, come and take my bone,” said Qin Hao.

“Child, don’t overthink it.

In our hearts, you and your brother are equally important.

We won’t sacrifice you,” Qin Yining said tearfully, full of pain.

“The War King, the Peacock King of Light, and the Peng King of Wasteland Stone Country have arrived to visit.

Please open the gates to the Divine Mountain!”
Just then, the resonant sounds echoed through the air, reaching deep into Immortal Mountain.

Clearly, the visitors were Venerables, stirring waves of commotion.

“Report, people from Stone Country have come, and there are…

three Venerables!” someone reported.

Many in Immortal Mountain changed their expressions.

In this era without gods, Venerables were rare sights, and the sudden appearance of three from Stone Country was truly staggering.

“The kings from Stone Country have arrived; are they targeting us?” An old crone with a Qingmu staff and a dark expression felt something was terribly amiss.

At the gates, the Peacock King of Light, the War King, and Peng Jiu lined up side by side.

Behind them stood many more mighty figures, all holding Imperial Titles, dressed in armor that glinted coldly.

Moreover, each person was holding wooden boxes containing precious medicines.

The so-called Peng King referred to Peng Jiu, personally titled by Shi Hao.

“Kings, please enter.”
In the end, the Qin Clan opened the gates to their Divine Mountain, welcoming them in.

It was presumed they came for Shi Hao, though not for confrontation.

However, the people of Immortal Mountain were genuinely fearful.

Three Venerables leading an army, each carrying a Divine Spirit Artifact, posed a powerful deterrence.

If relations soured, the consequences would be unpredictable.

And none of them had brought along any soldiers; all were holders of Imperial Titles.

The appearance of such a group of powerful individuals could annihilate a great school!

After Shi Hao’s incident, the War King, Peng Jiu, and others mobilized all their resources, collecting ancient pill formulas and requesting Divine Medicine from major schools at any cost.

If only they could heal Shi Hao, any price was worth it.

And now, they had brought an enormous quantity of pills and had even sought out a stalk of Divine Medicine, all to save Shi Hao’s life.

To understand, Divine Medicines in the world are extremely scarce—only individual Primordial Divine Mountains or undying legacies like the Western Sect possess a single stalk.

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One could imagine the tremendous cost Peng Jiu and the rest had paid to acquire just one!

As for the various other spiritual pills and such, there were countless, all stacked into a large pile, resembling bags of grain more than medicine.

“Your Majesty!”
“Emperor!”
When several old kings saw Shi Hao’s pale complexion, all of their voices trembled, and tears were about to fall.

Was this the same Little Stone whose might once shook the world?

His body was covered in wounds, like cracked porcelain that could fall apart at any moment, devoid of any color.

Compared to his former dashing appearance, commanding with a martial spirit, it was a world apart.

That day, Shi Hao, disregarding the risk to his own life, entered the imperial palace alone to rescue Qin Feng and several old kings, allowing them to survive.

But since then, he had been continuously battling with the gods, leading to his current plight.

“Your Majesty, you must hold on, you must live!” an old king said.

The room was filled with people, all nobles from Stone Country, yet Shi Hao remained with eyes closed, lost in unconsciousness.

“Bring a bowl, dissolve this half a Holy Pill!” the Martial King ordered.

Apart from a stalk of Divine Medicine, they had also obtained half a remnant pill, a sacred-grade precious medicine with miraculous effects.

Before long, someone from the Qin Clan brought a jade bowl emanating Spiritual Energy and flickering with rosy light.

The Martial King poured some Spiritual Liquid into it, trying to dissolve the Holy Pill, so that Shi Hao could ingest it to delay his decline and bolster his vitality.

“Hmm, something isn’t right, there is some Spiritual Energy agitating within this bowl!” The Martial King himself was also deeply knowledgeable in the medicinal path, otherwise, he wouldn’t have been chosen to dissolve the Holy Pill.

He swiftly emptied out the Spiritual Liquid and others, suspending them in the air, away from the bowl.

Frowning, he closely examined it and then suddenly erupted in rage.

“Who sent this bowl, seeking death?” His eyebrows shot up, and two rays of Divine Radiance shot forth from his eyes.

This bowl could have gone unnoticed even by an ordinary Venerable One.

If it weren’t for the Martial King’s meticulous nature and having seen one before, it might have gone undetected.

“It seems to be a Spiritual Bowl, but in fact, it is a bowl of misfortune, etched with patterns of curses, and consecutive use would greatly harm the patient!”
When the Martial King revealed this, all the nobles from Stone Country were enraged.

“You, come here!” Peng Jiu stretched out a big hand, grabbed the neck of the person who delivered the bowl, lifting him over, causing the man’s eyes to roll back as he nearly fainted.

The old kings wasted no words, probing his sea of consciousness right away.

Although he was just a servant and unaware, they unexpectedly discovered another matter.

“What, someone previously tried to kill Stone Emperor but was resolved by Your Majesty himself?!” The Peacock King of Light shot up, his hair standing on end in fury.

“Qin Clan, do you wish for death, do you want to be annihilated?!” The Martial King bellowed even louder, his voice shaking the walls of the entire palace complex.

“Who is so audacious, to come to Immortal Mountain and still dare to be so reckless?!” An answering voice came from afar, and a group of elders appeared.

“You harm our Shi Clan’s Emperor and yet feign innocence; are you longing for death?!” One of the relatively “younger” nobles shouted angrily.

“Our clan kindly helped Little Stone, yet you do not think of repaying us and slander us instead; by what reason?” An old crone, wielding a Qingmu staff, said with a sunken face.

“Bullshit help!” Peng Jiu roared, striking directly and said, “The mere fact that you boldly call our Stone Country’s Emperor Little Stone shows what’s truly in your heart.”
He transformed one hand into a Peng claw, golden and sharp, immensely large, instantly enveloping the area.

“How dare you?!” The old crone, clearly of unusual status, swung her Qingmu staff—a Treasured Artifact—to resist.

“What’s there for me not to dare!” The Peng King shouted, his golden Peng claw descending, snapping the Qingmu staff and seizing her up like a chicken, almost suffocating her.

“Presumptuous!” A tremendous pressure surged forth as a Venerable One of the Qin Clan made a move.

“It is you who are presumptuous!” The Peacock King of Light acted, repelling him.

“Immortal Mountain, you dare to harm us and it’s not the first time; what exactly has our Shi Clan’s Emperor done to deserve extinction?!” The Martial King was even more domineering, his shouts vibrating through the entirety of Immortal Mountain.

Shi Ziling and his wife stood guard at Shi Hao’s bedside without interference, their anger also flared, never expecting these people to continue their petty actions so audaciously.

“How arrogant, you actually dare to threaten to annihilate my Immortal Mountain?” The Venerable One from the Qin Clan said furiously.

“What if we do annihilate you?

Is Stone Country afraid of you?

Harming our people’s Emperor, we wouldn’t hesitate to flatten this place!” The Martial King spoke with frost in his voice.

At the same time, the Peacock King of Light and Peng King stepped forward without a word, each retrieving Divine Spirit Artifacts from behind, ready to deliver the strongest strike at any moment.

The people of Immortal Mountain were solemn; after all, these were three great Venerables, the current top-tier combatants, capable of eradicating an entire school.

(To be continued.

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