Chapter 457: Chapter 278: Golden Crow New King, United Against Great Yan, A Divine Envoy Descends, Plotting for the Mortal World

The grand army advanced.

They gradually drew near the border.

Lu Mingyuan was positioned within the Central Army, seated inside his Dragon Chariot. The Nine Dragon Carriage was pulled by Dragon-Blooded Steeds of pure lineage. These magnificent horses, nourished by the Blood of the Flood Dragon, had grown scales unique to the Dragon Race. Their eyes glowed crimson, and when they ran, they possessed the power of a hundred horses combined, their speed in no way inferior to a Flying Sword.

Inside the carriage.

The space was vast, large enough for ten people to stand.

Lu Mingyuan rested his chin on one hand, his other hand placed on the bright yellow, soft couch. Beside him sat a woman in a long, golden dress. Her face was one of tragic beauty, and she sat on the floor, the hem of her dress spread out around her.

"We had an agreement. If we go to war with the Golden Crow, you must let me return to ascend the throne."

Luo Qiufu’s exquisite face, with brows like distant, ink-blackened mountains, was framed by a cascade of ink-black hair that fell like clouds upon her shoulders. Her unadorned features held an indescribable, tranquil beauty, yet her expression was one of profound sorrow.

Lu Mingyuan glanced at her. "Don’t you forget your promise, either. Don’t forget our deal. Hand over the Celestial Destiny and Fortune of the Golden Crow Country obediently, and don’t try any tricks. If you dare go back on your word, I will make the Golden Crow Country disappear from the map of the Central Plains World. And I mean it."

"Of course."

At the thought of returning to the Golden Crow Country soon, a glimmer of hope returned to Luo Qiufu’s eyes. In Lu Mingyuan’s view, however, she still looked like a princess who had been reduced to the pitiable state of a slave.

Such a delicate and pitiable sight would stir the heart of any man.

However, Lu Mingyuan simply withdrew his gaze, dismissed any extraneous thoughts, and asked, "I hear the new king of your Golden Crow Country is quite capable and his talent is not to be underestimated. What are the specifics?"

As the saying goes: know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated.

There was no fault in that statement.

’My own strength is undeniable, but it’s still best to gather clear intelligence before making a move. I can’t afford to underestimate my opponent or show them outright contempt. That would be a foolish mistake. At the very least, I must take my opponent seriously on a tactical level.’

Luo Qiufu rested her pale hands on her lap. Her jade-like legs were exceptionally long, and wrapped in the thin fabric of her dress, they looked exquisitely shapely. She pursed her vermilion lips and began to recall:

"The Golden Crow New King is from a collateral branch of my Golden Crow Royal Family. His name is Luo Lingxiao. Originally, he was not famous at all; you could say he was a complete unknown within the royal family. But three years ago, by a stroke of luck, he was out and about when he happened upon a Secret Treasure. I don’t know what kind of Opportunity he obtained, but he was noticed by the Ten Thousand Laws Cave Heaven and accepted as a True Disciple. From that point on, his rise was unstoppable."

"In just three years, he not only completed his training and returned, but his natural aptitude also became monstrously brilliant, and he became the sect’s number one True Inheritor."

"Wait..."

Hearing this, Lu Mingyuan interrupted, "The Ten Thousand Laws Cave Heaven... you mean the Ten Thousand Laws Heaven, one of the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands? The power whose ancestors were as famous as the Fuyao Sword Palace?"

This Ten Thousand Laws Cave Heaven, also known as the Wanluo Sword Sect, held a status comparable to the Ziwei Immortal Sect and the Taiwei Daoist Sect of the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands. It was renowned for cultivating disciples who excelled in Swordsmanship. Sword Cultivators could be divided into practitioners of Skill, Technique, and Dao.

Its ancestors were the illustrious Wanluo Sword Palace, which was on par with the Fuyao Sword Palace of Fuyao Continent.

Their Swordsmanship was all-encompassing. They had a Scripture Pavilion that housed a million scrolls of the Sword Family Scripture and the insights of countless Sword Cultivators, making it a must-visit pilgrimage site for any Sword Cultivator.

Its value was comparable to the Sword Pavilion of the Heaven-Reaching Sword Sect.

The Sword Pavilion was also a Sword Cultivation Holy Land, holding millions of Flying Swords awaiting fated individuals to claim them.

The Wanluo Sword Sect, the Heaven-Reaching Sword Sect, and the Fuyao Sword Palace—these three supreme powers of the Sword Dao were where the Sword Cultivators of the Central Plains World gathered, respectively corresponding to Skill, Technique, and Dao.

’For this Golden Crow New King to become the number one True Inheritor of the Wanluo Sword Sect, his strength must be formidable.’

Luo Qiufu glanced cautiously at Lu Mingyuan’s face. Seeing no trace of fear, she boldly continued, "I heard that after he absorbed the Power of the previous Sect Leader, the Venerable, his Cultivation underwent another transformation. He has now entered the Eleventh Realm, the Realm of Master. There’s a strong indication he’s set to inherit the position of Sect Leader, as he is already the Deputy Sect Leader of the Wanluo Sword Sect. His strength is immense."

"Not only does he possess several Innate Treasures, but he also wields the Wanluo Sword Sect’s heirloom Ancient Sword, Jade Chilong. It is an Ancient Flying Sword that has been refined by generations of Sect Leaders, and its power is comparable to a Low Grade Immortal Artifact."

Lu Mingyuan’s expression remained unchanged, betraying no hint of his emotions. He softly uttered two words:

"Not worried."

’No matter which country the expert comes from, as long as they haven’t become a Saint, they’re no different from cannon fodder to me.’

"Furthermore, Wuxun, the Emperor’s Son of the Silver Frost Empire, just recently subdued three Cyan-eyed Green Flood Dragons, each comparable to a Demon Venerable. His strength should not be underestimated either."

Luo Qiufu seemed to know the situation in every nation like the back of her hand.

It wasn’t surprising. The Golden Crow Country was situated near the borders of several nations and had been a land of constant warfare since ancient times. Thus, its only option was to rely on Great Yan for self-preservation.

Without the caution of one walking on thin ice, it would be impossible to survive among the nations.

"Him..." Hearing Wuxun’s name, Lu Mingyuan let out a cold laugh.

"That man still owes me two Great Marsh Flood Dragons."

Back in the Wilderness Cave Heaven, he had slain two Great Marsh Flood Dragons, only for that bastard to swoop in and take advantage.

At the time, constrained by his status and blocked by the Demon Race’s army, he didn’t have the luxury of settling the score. But now, things were different...

"This time, I’ll make him spit it all back out."

Lu Mingyuan said, his eyes narrowing.

"Be careful of his Dragon Bracelet. It can be used for Beast Taming, commanding creatures in battle. It’s a treasure the Silver Frost King obtained from the Dragon-Slaying Blessed Land, and it is also a lost Treasure from a sect of the Middle Ages."

"The one we should be most careful of," Lu Mingyuan said with a leisurely expression, "is the Imperial Tutor of the Silver Frost Country."