Oh no! My grandmother made me shoulder the responsibility for eight households!

Chapter 270 My Lord, to Execute or Not?

As soon as Lin Chen finished speaking, Monk Liao Chen was about to speak when he suddenly looked up into the distance.

Jian Wusheng and the others also looked up, their brows furrowed.

Ten miles away, a golden light suddenly appeared without warning.

The golden light pierced the night and illuminated half the sky.

"boom--"

"boom--"

"boom--"

One after another, bursts of energy shot into the sky from different directions.

Each one carries the solemnity of Buddhism.

Each one exudes a fierce and ruthless killing intent.

Eighteen golden rays, eighteen auras.

They were all at the mid-stage of the Land Immortal realm.

Jian Wusheng's pupils suddenly contracted, and his hand gripped the hilt of his sword, his knuckles turning white from clenching.

"This, this is..."

Yun Zhongge's smile froze completely; her lips twitched, but she couldn't utter a single word.

Zhou Lie instinctively took half a step back, shielding Yun Yao behind him.

But Yun Yao peeked out from behind his shoulder, staring wide-eyed into the distance, her mouth agape in an "O" shape.

The monk Liaochen stopped holding the prayer beads, his eyes widened, and his previous kind and gentle demeanor vanished completely.

The white-browed old man's hand trembled as he stroked his beard, pulling out several strands. He winced in pain, but didn't even notice the pain.

Six people, six expressions.

But the same thought was on my mind—

Did I just stir up a hornet's nest?

What does it mean to be one of the eighteen mid-stage terrestrial immortals?

As one of the three holy lands of Zhongzhou, Kunlun Domain has only about twenty terrestrial immortals on the surface.

Mount Sumeru has more than forty members.

Penglai Immortal Island comes next, with over thirty islands.

The Qingyun Sect and the Tianjian Pavilion together have less than twenty members.

But now, in this tiny Eastern Region, in this godforsaken place, the Northern King of a dynasty can easily summon eighteen people with a wave of his hand.

And they're all mid-stage players?

Yun Zhongge's throat moved, and she swallowed hard.

He suddenly remembered Lin Chen's smile when he mentioned "joint development" to him earlier.

At the time, he thought Lin Chen was just putting on a brave face.

Thinking about it now—

They're watching monkeys.

Jian Wusheng's face was ashen, and he tapped his fingers on the hilt of his sword, then tapped it again.

He wanted to draw his sword.

But reason told him that pulling it out was easy, but pulling it back in would be difficult.

Eighteen Buddhist masters of the same cultivation level, plus the swordsman beside Lin Chen who hadn't yet shown his face...

He took a deep breath and pressed the hilt of his sword back down.

Just then—

From the direction of the capital, another aura soared into the sky.

"boom--"

That aura was more domineering and sharper than the eighteen golden rays.

A streak of cyan light shot straight up from the backyard of the Prince's Mansion in the capital, turning most of the city blue.

The intent behind that sword strike was extremely sharp.

It seemed as if it wanted to split the sky in two.

Jian Wusheng's face turned completely pale.

He was a sword cultivator, and was most sensitive to the intent of the sword.

This strike is beyond what a terrestrial deity should possess.

This is... a perfect ending.

It is the fulfillment of touching that threshold.

The next instant, a figure streaked across the night sky and landed in front of Lin Chen.

Red face, long beard, phoenix eyes.

The Green Dragon Crescent Blade was held horizontally in front of him, with a faint green light flowing across its blade.

Guan Yu has arrived.

After landing, he didn't look at anyone, but simply turned slightly and nodded to Lin Chen.

"My lord."

The sound wasn't loud, but in the quiet night, it reached everyone's ears clearly.

The six terrestrial deities fell silent.

Jian Wusheng stared at Guan Yu, his eyes as complex as a palette of colors.

He practiced swordsmanship for three hundred years and considered himself to have achieved mastery of the art.

But now, facing this red-faced, long-bearded swordsman, he suddenly had a feeling—that his three hundred years of training might have been wasted.

Zhou Lie protected Yun Yao even more tightly.

But Yun Yao stepped out from behind him, her almond-shaped eyes staring straight at Guan Yu.

Then he looked at Lin Chen, his eyes filled with two words—

Holy crap.

Monk Liaochen chanted a Buddhist prayer, but he got stuck halfway through because his throat was dry.

The white-browed old man, ignoring the plucked beard, stared at Guan Yu, his pupils trembling slightly.

Guan Yu, carrying his sword, glanced at the faces of the men.

Those phoenix eyes were slightly narrowed, making it impossible to tell whether they were open or closed.

But when he swept his hand over everyone, they felt a chill down their necks, as if an invisible knife was at their side.

Finally, Guan Yu looked at Lin Chen and said in a deep voice:

"My lord, shall we execute him?"

Just four simple words, utterly unremarkable.

But the meaning behind those words sent a chill down the spines of everyone present.

Should we execute him or not?

Whom to be killed?

Kill them?

Jian Wusheng placed his hand on the hilt again, this time truly ready to draw it.

Yun Zhongge's smile vanished completely. Her lips twitched, and she managed to squeeze out a few words:

"S-senpai, let's talk this out..."

Zhou Lie's aura instantly rose, and spiritual power condensed in his palm.

Yun Yao took a half step back and gripped the jade flute in her hand tightly.

The monk Liaochen twirled his prayer beads rapidly, like a fan.

The white-browed old man took a step forward, blocking the crowd, but his forehead was already covered in sweat.

The atmosphere was tense and ready to fight.

Under the moonlight, in the mountains and fields, more than twenty auras rose up simultaneously.

Just one spark and it will explode completely.

Lin Chen watched this scene, then suddenly smiled and waved his hand:

"My lord, please calm down. These guests haven't even ordered yet. It would be inappropriate for you to order their execution before they are ready."

Guan Yu squinted at the group of people, nodded, and took half a step back.

But the Green Dragon Crescent Blade was still held horizontally in front of them, and the intent of the blade still bound these people.

Lin Chen looked at the white-browed old man and smiled:

"Senior White Eyebrows, don't be nervous. I'm easy to talk to and I generally don't kill people."

The white-browed old man looked at Lin Chen with a complex expression, as if he had seen a monster.

He has lived for nearly five hundred years and has seen countless outstanding young talents.

But he couldn't see through this young man in front of him.

Despite being only at the peak of the Celestial Realm, he remained completely calm and composed when facing six terrestrial immortals.

He clearly had nineteen, no, twenty-one terrestrial immortals under his command.

But they deliberately kept it hidden, only revealing it slowly after everyone had finished speaking.

Either they're out of their mind.

Either it was intentional.

The white-browed old man preferred the latter.

That kid was fishing in the alley just now.

Wait until they take the bait, until they explain their intentions, until they reveal all their cards, and then slowly flip the table.

Cunning and scheming.

That's so damn cunning.

The white-browed old man took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and said solemnly:

"Prince Zhenbei, we were rude just now."

Lin Chen raised an eyebrow: "Oh?"

The white-browed elder bowed respectfully: "We underestimated the Eastern Region and the King of Zhenbei. I admit my mistake."

Yun Zhongge was stunned.

Zhou Lie was stunned.

Jian Wusheng's expression turned even uglier, but this time he remained silent.

The monk Liaochen chanted a Buddhist prayer, seemingly lost in thought.

Yun Yao looked at Lin Chen, her eyes shining even brighter, almost blindingly so.

Lin Chen looked at the white-browed old man and suddenly smiled.

"Senior White Eyebrow, your attitude has changed quite quickly. You were just talking to me about joint development a moment ago, and now you're admitting your mistake?"

The white-browed old man said frankly, "I've lived for hundreds of years. I may not be good at other things, but I do have a good eye for people."

"I understand your move, Prince Zhenbei—you don't lack trump cards, you just don't want to reveal them."

He paused, his tone becoming more sincere:

"I'm convinced."

Lin Chen was amused.

This old man is interesting.

The white-browed elder continued, "If the Prince of Zhenbei is unwilling to cooperate, then let it be. However, we have a request."

Lin Chen raised an eyebrow: "What is it?"

The white-browed old man glanced at the others and took a deep breath:

"After the great changes in the world, countless people from the Eastern Region will likely flock here, begging the King of Zhenbei to give them a way to live."

Lin Chen was stunned.

He never expected the old man to say such a thing.

A way out?

How could an elder from the prestigious Penglai Immortal Island ask him for a way to survive?

Yun Zhongge's expression changed: "Senior Bai Mei, what you're saying..."

The old man with the eyebrows waved his hand: "Elder Yun, there's no need to say more. The world has changed drastically; it's not that simple."

He looked at Lin Chen and said seriously:

"King Zhenbei, although you may still be hiding your trump cards, I want to tell you that the great changes in the world are not so simple. I hope you will take this seriously."

Lin Chen narrowed his eyes, and after a moment of silence, said:

"I can agree to cooperate..."