Chapter 1247 - 1244: The King Is Dead, Spare Their Lives!

The sound of wind being torn rang out, and four figures descended one after another in front of Luo Feng.

At their head stood a middle‑aged man in green clothes, back straight, gaze like lightning, his aura deep as an abyss and vast as the sea. With a single glance Luo Feng could tell the man was a Martial Artist of the Third Layer of the True Yuan Realm.

Behind him were two men and one woman, their auras also very strong, all top experts at the late stage of the Spiritual Rotation Realm.

The green‑clothed Martial Artist halted, looked at Luo Feng and laughed loudly: "Luo Feng, I didn’t expect we would meet again so soon."

Luo Feng was stunned for a brief moment, then said: "Senior Li Yuan, why are you here?"

The instant the other party appeared, Luo Feng recognized him. This middle‑aged man in green was one of the Martial Artists rescued on the way back from Group Dragon Island to Sky Water Port, out on the ocean. Since the man had taken the initiative to report his name, Luo Feng had some impression of him.

"Young Master Luo Feng, your strength is above mine. I wouldn’t dare accept being called senior."

Li Yuan laughed heartily and explained: "I said before that I would repay you for saving my life. At Sky Water Port I inquired and learned you had returned to Panlong City, so I hurried all the way here, yet you still hadn’t arrived. Coincidentally, your father was recruiting experts, so I joined and became an elder. Right, these are friends who have gone through life and death with me over these years. Back then they were the same as me, all nearly buried at sea. This time they came along with me."

"We greet Young Master."

The three behind him cupped their fists toward Luo Feng.

"You intend to stay here?"

To be honest, Luo Feng was extremely shocked. Leaving aside those three late‑stage Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artists, Li Yuan alone was already extraordinary.

The man possessed Third‑Layer True Yuan Realm cultivation; even the Six King Marquises were only at such a level. Anywhere in the Canglang Dynasty, he would hold a weighty position. And now he actually wanted to stay in the Luo Family as an elder—this could not help but astonish Luo Feng.

"What, you think our cultivation too low to serve as elders? Then we can start as ordinary guards." Li Yuan said with a smile.

Luo Feng shook his head: "Of course not. It’s just that you are at the Third Layer of the True Yuan Realm, a figure who commands awe wherever you go. To come here and serve as an elder, I feel it rather wrongs all of you."

At these words, the four all laughed. The curvaceous woman among them giggled softly and said: "You need not be modest. The weight carried by the title of First New Dragon is far heavier than you imagine."

Li Yuan patted Luo Feng’s shoulder and said:

"When I, Li Yuan, act, there is no such thing as grievance or no grievance, only worth or not worth. My choosing to remain here is firstly to repay you for saving my life; secondly, because I admire your strength and character, and am willing to follow you. Otherwise, if it were someone else, no matter how great the price, I, Li Yuan, might not agree."

Luo Feng stepped back a pace, bowed with clasped fists to the four: "Then I leave the family in your hands."

With these four sitting in town at Panlong City, he would have no more worries at his back. A Third‑Layer True Yuan Realm Martial Artist was enough to deter all petty villains.

"As we should."

The four nodded. Li Yuan suddenly said: "By the way, I just heard a major piece of news from a friend who came from Azure Sky City."

"What major news?" Seeing the change in Li Yuan’s expression, Luo Feng couldn’t help but ask.

Li Yuan said: "You should know of the duel between the Ice Palace Palace Master of the North Sea and the Boundless Sea King. Although the two did not decide victory or defeat, a clash between two Kings is no small matter. Quite a few nearby Martial Artists were drawn into it, and one among them was the current King of the Canglang Dynasty. He was affected by the aftershocks of their exchange. After returning to Azure Sky City, he succumbed to his heavy injuries and died."

The King has died!

At these words, everyone was taken aback.

Luo Feng and Jiang Fengfeng exchanged a glance and asked: "Is this true?"

Li Yuan nodded. "This matter is of great consequence, so I only dared be sure after several rounds of questioning. The King returned to Azure Sky City and didn’t even have time to pass on the throne before breathing his last. Right now in Azure Sky City, the Crown Prince’s faction and the Second Prince’s faction are confronting each other. The entire city is in turmoil. I believe the news should spread here before long."

Beside them, Luotian’s brows knitted. "What stance have the Six King Marquises and Twelve Lords taken?"

Li Yuan slowly shook his head: "For the moment it’s unclear. Things likely haven’t reached that degree yet. However, the powers within the dynasty are divided into two camps. Previously, with the King suppressing the overall situation, the two sides didn’t tear off all pretense. Now that the King is dead, how matters will develop is hard to predict. It may well erupt into a massive melee."

At these words, everyone fell silent.

Struggles over royal power are invariably brutal. If the Six King Marquises and Twelve Lords are all dragged into it, that would be a catastrophe, leaving living beings in dire straits.

Even though Panlong City sits in a remote region, it may not escape being affected.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

The cold wind swept past, and everyone’s hearts chilled by a degree. It seemed the Canglang Dynasty was about to change its heavens.

...

"Luo Feng."

After Luo Feng left the martial practice plaza, Jiang Fengfeng caught up and said: "With the King’s accidental death, barring accidents the Crown Prince will ascend the throne. Once he becomes King, his hand will cover the sky. If you wish to kill him again, that will be far harder, and by then your entire family may well be in danger."

Luo Feng nodded, his tone steady: "I know. We’ll set out for Azure Sky City first thing tomorrow morning."

Everything that needed doing in Panlong City had already been done. It was time to leave.

"Good. I want him to regret ever offending this young lady."

Jiang Fengfeng pressed her lips in a smile, casually catching a butterfly as it fluttered past, yet the arch of her brows and eyes brimmed with ice‑cold intent.

Night fell.

There was no moon tonight. Thick clouds in the sky blotted out all starlight, plunging everything into pitch‑blackness.

During dinner, Luo Feng raised his plan to leave tomorrow with Yang Qing and Luotian.

"Leaving first thing tomorrow? Why so sudden?"

Yang Qing’s Daimei knit as she set down her chopsticks.

Luo Feng said with a smile: "I have to return to the Golden Palace to prepare for the upcoming celebration banquet. Mother, rest assured, I’ll come back to visit whenever I have the time."

Yang Qing had wanted to urge Luo Feng to stay a few more days, but suddenly recalled the scene when Luo Feng sealed the Yuan Spirit Vein that afternoon. After hesitating slightly, she changed her words: "Then I’ll go make two more dishes you like. Once you leave, who knows when you’ll get to eat them again."

Luo Feng nodded. "Thank you, Mother."

After dinner, Luo Feng returned to the small courtyard for his daily bitter cultivation.

At midnight, while Luo Feng sat cross‑legged in the courtyard, he suddenly opened his eyes, his palm slicing through the air. A strand of Saber Energy formed from airflow shot out, cleaving the pool before him cleanly into two halves that could not reunite for a long time.

"My realm has stabilized at the Third Layer of the True Yuan Realm."

Watching the endlessly rippling pool, Luo Feng slowly exhaled, a cold gleam flickering in his eyes.

The news of the King’s sudden death had taken him somewhat by surprise. This made the matter of cutting down the Crown Prince all the more difficult. Now, each bit of strength he increased was one more measure of certainty.

Rising to his feet, Luo Feng drew Emperor Yan’s Sky‑breaking Saber, preparing to practice his Saber Technique.

"Hm?"

Suddenly he sensed an aura concealed beyond the courtyard wall, furtive and sneaky. Under his perception it was clearly not Luotian, Yang Qing, or the others.

"Come out!"

With a cold shout, Luo Feng flicked his hand. Emperor Yan’s Sky‑breaking Saber drew a scarlet ribbon through the night sky and shot out.

Pu‑chi!

Before Emperor Yan’s Sky‑breaking Saber, the wall was like tofu, easily sliced open, revealing a dark figure behind it.

The figure was clearly an old hand of the rtiad. Faced with the sudden Saber light he was startled but not panicked, blasting out a palm.

Boom!

With a thunderous roar, the entire courtyard shuddered slightly, and the shadow slid back with the momentum.

"A Martial Artist of the Second Layer of the True Yuan Realm!"

Luo Feng’s eyes narrowed. His figure flashed out; in a single step he arrived before the shadow, caught Emperor Yan’s Sky‑breaking Saber, drew in his left fist, and suddenly exploded it forward.

"Take a punch from me! Dominating for Thousands of Years!"

Rumble!

Dazzling flames pierced the night. Luo Feng’s left fist was like a raging dragon lunging straight out, its overbearing aura shaking the very space here into ceaseless resonant sound.

The figure was horrified, retreating in haste while shouting:

"Young Master Luo Feng, please stay your hand!"