I Collect Skill Fragments in the Demon World-Chapter 431 231: Innate Eight Trigrams Furnace (2)

Xie Lingyun glanced at Zhang Chen upon hearing his words: "Alright, I want to see what mysteries your treasure refining has."
Zhang Chen's lips curled upon hearing Xie Lingyun's words. The reason he invited Xie Lingyun was not because he feared exposing his secrets too much; he suddenly remembered the old dragon hidden beneath Prince Pingbian's Mansion. If refining the treasure caused a commotion, Xie Lingyun could lend a hand.
Zhang Chen's eyes carefully observed the terrain around the Eight Trigrams Furnace, golden light flashed in his eyes. He saw mysterious qi mechanisms flowing through the eight mountain peaks, each presenting a different color corresponding to the Innate Eight Diagrams — wind, thunder, fire, earth... These eight qi mechanisms converged in the center of the mountains, rotating according to a mysterious rule and transforming into a chaotic stream.
"Indeed, it is the Land of Creation, truly unbelievable," Zhang Chen muttered to himself.
However, now everyone's eyes are focused on this place; it is not the best time to refine the treasure. He needs to wait until the matter of Prince Pingbian's Mansion is settled before secretly sacrificially refining the God-Beating Whip.
"Come, let's sit here and watch the show." Xie Lingyun found a stone seat and waved Zhang Chen over.
Zhang Chen followed Xie Lingyun to sit down and saw in the distance the guards from Prince Pingbian's Mansion turning into small black dots, like ants, weaving through the mountains.
"Prince Pingbian's Mansion is about to start labor in the Northern Land, gathering civilians to excavate the tree coffin. Unfortunately, he miscalculated. Without reaching the Yang God realm, he cannot understand its heavenly might; Prince Pingbian's Mansion's efforts are in vain," Xie Lingyun said.
Zhang Chen nodded in agreement, waiting to see the court's methods. This is the Northern Land, Prince Pingbian's territory, and the court intends to snatch the food from the tiger's mouth on his turf, which won't be easy.
Thinking of this, Zhang Chen suddenly remembered something: "Right, I forgot to remind you, Zhang Shicheng's soul hasn't possessed anyone nor reincarnated; it's hidden here in this land."
"The Inspection and Supervision Department has had some speculation; after all, the Transformed Dragon and Walking Flood Dragon phase isn't over, indicating Zhang Shicheng has more ploys. But even the department can't find the old dragon's trail, so they can only passively wait to respond," Xie Lingyun said.
It was noon when suddenly in the distant sky a figure flashed. That figure walked on air, traversing dozens of miles in a single step, landing on the Divine Demon Tomb ruins after several leaps: "By the Emperor's decree, Emperor Dasheng: Given the significant implications of this Divine Demon Tomb, the divine demon corpses and tomb coffin are to be brought to Haojing. Pay heed!"
The voice spread majestically across a hundred miles, notifying all living beings within.
"By Emperor Dasheng's decree, the guards of Prince Pingbian's Mansion are to retreat immediately." That figure stood arrogantly in the void, looking down at the beings below as if they were ants.
From a hundred miles away, Zhang Chen couldn't see the figure's face, only noticing the figure dressed in magnificent purple robes, exuding an unparalleled majesty. Even from afar, Zhang Chen felt his breath choke.
"This person is the top expert within the Imperial Palace, the Emperor's Chief Eunuch Dugu Qiu, who attested to the Yang God realm a hundred and eighty years ago. His cultivation is profound, deemed the top master of the Imperial Palace, safeguarding the current Emperor's safety and responsible for suppressing the entire Imperial City. The Emperor's absolute confidant, unless the Tree of Life emerges, this person wouldn't leave the palace even a step," Xie Lingyun explained to Zhang Chen.
"Even achieving the Yang God realm, his lifespan cannot surpass two hundred years. Dugu Qiu's life is nearing its end; he's determined to secure the Tree of Life for longevity, hoping to break through to the tenth realm, defying fate to live another five hundred years!" Xie Lingyun said.
"It's not only Dugu Qiu; upon hearing of the Tree of Life's emergence, some old members of the royal family couldn't sit still either — immortality..." Xie Lingyun's eyes shown a trace of longing.
Zhang Chen listened and remained silent. Who wouldn't want to live forever?
Meanwhile, in the distance, with Dugu Qiu's arrival, the crowd below stirred, and Prince Pingbian stepped out from the crowd, looking up at the elderly eunuch standing aloof in the air with a serious countenance: "Years ago, when the late Emperor granted me the Northern Land, he said all here belongs to Prince Pingbian's Mansion. The court's action breaks protocol. Are you, eunuch, falsely relaying imperial edicts to tarnish the Emperor's reputation?"
"Beneath the heavens, none is not the Emperor's land; by the shores, none is not the Emperor's minister. I care not for rules; since the Emperor issued a decree, I must comply. The creation within this Divine Demon Tomb is assigned by the Emperor; I must collect it. Lead your men down the mountain swiftly, or later, when I act and the heavens collapse and the earth shatters, burying your army, blame us not," Dugu Qiu's voice brimmed with dominance.
"Nonsense, I am Prince Pingbian, a dignified prince! How dare you, eunuch, challenge me?" Prince Pingbian raged.
Dugu Qiu didn't answer Prince Pingbian's words with words but responded with action.
He saw Dugu Qiu in the void extend a hand toward the mountain ruins; instantly, the rubble trembled, surrounding mountains shivered, countless scattered stones seem to lose gravity, quietly floating, then merged into a massive hand reaching for the tree coffin.
The hand, as large as several basketball courts, frightened Prince Pingbian's soldiers into retreating as the Warriors, honed in Qi Blood, facing such a colossal hand, were only like ants — no different from ants.
Prince Pingbian's face turned ashen with rage; secular royal power is indeed vulnerable before extraordinary forces.
"Mr. Wuliu!" Prince Pingbian looked at Mr. Wuliu.
Mr. Wuliu chuckled bitterly: "This power has transcended humanity; it's beyond human resistance."
Prince Pingbian's face turned grim: "The court is forcing me! But luckily, I am prepared; today I want to see if a court's Yang God Ancestor falls here in the Northern Land, whether the court would still underestimate the Northern Land."
As his words fell, Prince Pingbian reached into his sleeve and took out a strand of hair. That strand ignited, transforming into a phantom, none other than Bai Cang, the White Fox of Qingqiu.
"Your Highness is contacting me; have you made up your mind?" Bai Cang said with a smile.
"I want that tree coffin!" Prince Pingbian gritted his teeth and said: "As long as the Demon Race helps me seize the tree coffin, I will open the White Bone Great Wall and let your Demon Race in."
"That's right; your ancestor Zhang Shicheng transformed into a dragon, considered part of our Demon Race, a Supreme True Dragon. Only together can we compete for the future position of Demon Emperor once Zhang Shicheng successfully transforms," Bai Cang said with a smile.
"Enough of those idle talks; now the court's Yang God is competing for the tree coffin. How will you kill him? He dares to belittle the Northern Land, and I want him dead here!" Prince Pingbian's voice was icy.
"As long as you shield Prince Pingbian's Mansion's seal, the court's Twelfth Tier mystery loses its monitoring over the Northern Land; the Tiger Race's ancestor can bypass the White Bone Great Wall to aid you in suppressing Dugu Qiu," Bai Cang said with a smile.
Upon hearing Bai Cang's words, Prince Pingbian hesitated; although he resolved to cooperate with the Demon Race, the matter is significant. Once he takes that step, Prince Pingbian's Mansion might become traitors in the Human Race's eyes, subjected to public condemnation.
"You must quickly decide; if delayed, the tree coffin will be taken away. Even if the Tiger Race's ancestor arrives, he won't be able to reverse the situation," Bai Cang advised with a smile: "Do you want reputation or a Twelfth Tier divine being for Prince Pingbian's Mansion? You must decide."
What to choose?
Prince Pingbian looked up at Dugu Qiu in the sky; when even a eunuch could lord over him, did he even need to think about what he wanted?