Ancient Godly Monarch

Chapter 1230: Blackstone Devil Sect Disciple

Chapter 1230: Blackstone Devil Sect Disciple

Translator: Lordbluefire Editor: Lordbluefire

Young Master Feng, was naturally referring to Feng Wuji. Clearly, the Feng Clan still managed to trace them.

Upon thinking of the rumors outside regarding Feng Wuji, Madam Mo’s countenance turned ashen. After her husband died, her daughter was her life. Even if the Mo Clan didn’t treat both her and her daughter well, she would still endure for the sake of Little Qing to grow up. On the Myriad Devil Islands, it was an extremely dangerous thing for female cultivators to go out if their cultivation bases were weak.

Many devil cultivators wouldn’t care about rules and were extremely cruel and violent. Feng Wuji was a good example.

"Elder brother, Little Qing is your niece!" Madam Mo blocked in front of Little Qing protectively.

"Hmph, slut. Capture her and send her along as well." The young man who just came by couldn’t care less. If he failed to give an answer to Young Master Feng, his entire clan would be dead meat.

A small clan like the Mo Clan was just too weak.

"Hold on." Qin Wentian who was sitting quietly suddenly spoke. Little Qing curled up in his embrace. This beautiful little child was extremely frightened. Clearly, this uncle of hers had never treated her well before. If not, she wouldn’t have been filled with so much terror at the sight of him.

"Are you the man who dealt with Young Master Feng’s forces?" The young man had a venomous look on his face when he stared at Qin Wentian. This bastard was going to bring harm to his entire clan.

"Someone is trying to seize your niece, I acted out to help yet you actually were the one who wanted to send your niece over?" Qin Wentian glanced at the young man before him as he icily asked. He then gently rubbed Little Qing on her head as he spoke gently to her, "Little Qing, don’t be afraid. With me here, nothing will happen to you."

"Mr. Qin. These people are all very powerful, you better leave first. This has nothing to do with you." Little Qing’s naive gaze caused warmth in Qin Wentian’s heart. She was just a 13 year old innocent little girl.

"It’s fine, I’m not afraid of them." Qin Wentian smiled, consoling her.

"What boastful words." The young man waved his hands and a moment later, a group of people started to surround Qin Wentian. Little Qing was even more frightened, clutching tightly at Qin Wentian.

"Faster." Not far away, a cold-looking figure stood there. His eyes gleamed with ice as he stared at Qin Wentian. This person was none other than a follower of Feng Wuji. Earlier, Feng Wuji wanted the girl the moment he saw her, but Qin Wentian had obstructed them. Feng Wuji then only gave him a single sentence; if he can’t bring the girl back, the only answer he is willing to accept, is for this follower to present his head.

"Okay." That young man unleashed a tyrannical aura at the peak of the Celestial Phenomenon Realm. Devilish might bubbled out as the wind and clouds changed. He stared at Little Qing and spoke, "Little slut, it’s your fortune that Young Master Feng favors you. To think that you actually dared to escape. You insignificant being."

As he spoke, he directly slammed out a strike towards Qin Wentian’s head.

"Little Qing!" Madam Mo’s countenance had turned completely pale. The terrifying devil punch shot towards Qin Wentian, but before it could come in contact, a brilliant light suddenly flashed, and the fist imprint completely disappeared.

This scene caused Madam Mo to freeze, everyone in the vicinity froze as well. Qin Wentian was still quietly sitting there and he reassured Little Qing, "With me here, no one can bring you away."

Little Qing blinked, she stared at Qin Wentian and asked, "Mister, are you a devil?"

"Yup, I’m already at the devil-foundation level." Qin Wentian smiled. The people around here all turn stiff when they heard his words. That young man’s express turned pale white but at this moment, a powerful burst of devil might descended as an old man appeared in the air. Qin Wentian had long sensed that the Mo Clan had a devil-foundation character in it.

"Who are you exactly sir? Please do not interfere in the matters of my clan." The old man stared at Qin Wentian.

"Grandpa, he is a good guy." Little Qing called out, staring at the old man.

However, the old man only coldly glanced at her. The little girl still had no idea that her grandpa has already made the decision to abandon her.

The little girl stared at her grandfather with a pleading expression in her eyes. Qin Wentian could only sigh silently in his heart.

"Tell Feng Wuji to talk to me personally if he wants her." Qin Wentian didn’t glance at the old man and calmly spoke. The old man snorted coldly, "What big words. Today, I really want to see what qualifications do you have to speak those words."

He released his devil-foundation, causing a strong wind to gust as devil might permeated the area, sweeping through everything.

"I want you to..." Qin Wentian spoke, inclining his head to stared at the old man as he roared a single word, "SCRAM!"

As the sound of his voice faded, the laws of great dao seemed to manifest. Brilliant light from ancient characters shimmered, blasting out like lightning. With an explosive bang, that old man was directly flung through the air, smashed heavily onto a wall as the building he was slammed into shattered completely. The old man then fell onto the ground, coughing out fresh blood as his countenance turned as pale as paper.

He stood up, terror was painted on his face. He stared at Qin Wentian as great waves of shock rose in his heart.

The people in the surroundings all turned ashen, all of them staring with disbelief and fear at Qin Wentian. As for that arrogant young man earlier, his entire body was trembling.

Qin Wentian glanced at him. At this instant, he only felt as though a sharp sword was shooting at him. He was so afraid that his legs gave way and he fell onto the ground. His father who has already reached the devil-foundation realm, was actually injured so easily. How terrifying was the cultivation base of this young man then?

"Tell Feng Wuji to come to me directly." Qin Wentian stared at the follower. That follower of Feng Wuji could sense a powerful imposingness from his words and he instantly turned around and sped away.

As for the others, they hurriedly left as well. Only Little Qing and her mother Madam Mo, remained.

Madam Mo’s eyes stared fixedly at Qin Wentian. She didn’t expect Qin Wentian to be so powerful. He didn’t even unleash any devil might, and had injured a devil-foundation expert with just a single roar.

"Mister, you are so awesome!" Little Qing blinked, staring in fascination at Qin Wentian.

"Little Qing, you are still young. You should know that there are countless people more powerful than me in this world. So, you have to cultivate well alright? In the future, only by growing stronger can you protect your mother." Qin Wentian spoke gently.

"Mhm, I will be as powerful as Mister in the future!" Little Qing nodded her head.

"Sir, the authority, power and influence of the Feng Clan is truly extremely great." Madam Mo spoke in a tone of worry. Although Qin Wentian was very strong, there was no doubt that Feng Wuji was powerful as well. In addition, Feng Wuji still had an even more talented sister which was the female heaven chosen that was a disciple of the Blackstone Devil Sect. On this island, that sect was the king.

"What’s the highest cultivation level in the Feng Clan? Other than the Blackstone Devil Sect, is there other devil-king level characters on this island?" Qin Wentian asked. Only now did Madam Mo understand that this Mr. Qin wasn’t someone from this island.

"Sir, devil-king level characters are all lofty and supreme characters, I have never came into contact with any before. Other than the Blackstone Devil Sect, I truly have no idea if there are any devil kings on the island. The most powerful character in the Feng Clan, should be Feng Wuji’s elder sister. According to hearsay, her cultivation base should be at the upper three-levels of devil-foundation. It’s extremely terrifying," Madam Mo replied. Such a character was already considered a supreme expert to her.

"Does Feng Qingyu knows about the evil acts committed by her younger brother?" Qin Wentian asked.

"Naturally. I heard that this cultivation art is something she obtained from the outside and passed on to Feng Wuji." Madam Mo spoke.

"Understood." Qin Wentian nodded. "Don’t worry. In the future the Mo Clan would no longer dare to make things difficult for you all."

...

Right now in the Feng Clan, a luxurious banquet was thrown. Today, the female heaven chosen Feng Qingyu, was returning to the clan. Not only that, she also brought along two of her fellow disciples from the Blackstone Devil Sect.

Everyone enjoyed the beautiful wine and delicious food and the atmosphere was extremely lively. Feng Wuji was a young man whose face was extremely white. His eyes gleamed with a demonic light and he was currently lifting his wine cup to a beautiful female exuding an aura of ice, "Elder sis, this is to toast you. Without you, our Feng Clan wouldn’t be able to enjoy such prosperity."

"Mhm, where are the females I asked you to prepare for me?" Feng Qingyu calmly asked.

"We are still lacking one more, but I’ve already sent some subordinates to settle the matter. I’ve personally seen that target before and I believe that elder sis would surely be satisfied." Feng Wuji spoke. Rumors on the outside said that Feng Wuji needed females as cultivation furnaces for the cultivation art he was practicing. However, nobody knew that Feng Wuji was just a front for his elder sister. Hence, Feng Qingyu’s reputation remained pristine and untainted, although she couldn’t be bothered with it.

And as he was speaking, a person from afar sped over in panic. Feng Wuji frowned and asked, "Where’s the female?"

With a thudding sound, that person was so frightened that he knelt instantly. "Young Master Feng, that young man who acted to save that little lass back then, is actually an extremely powerful devil cultivator. With just a single roar, he injured the old man from the Mo Clan."

"So? Where is the girl? You didn’t bring the girl over?" Feng Wuji’s finger tapped on the wine cup as he spoke.

"Young Master, that old man Mo is a devil-foundation expert yet he was injured so easily by a single roar." That person repeated. However, the wine in Feng Wuji’s wine cup flew up at this moment and transformed into a terrifying black sword that directly shot over, slashing at the head of that follower. In an instant, the head of the follower was slashed, the black sword was drenched in blood as it flew back into the wine cup, transforming back into wine. Feng Wuji then drained the contents in his cup in a single gulp. As for that follower, he was already dead.

"Elder sis, to think that someone actually dared to disturb your matter. Seems like I can only personally make a trip over." Feng Wuji spoke.

"Since I’m free, let me go together with you." The expression of the woman was as cold as snow. She stood up, and the people before her all parted, allowing her a way through. Many people instantly observed a moment of silence for that young man who dared to thwart the Feng Clan. Not only did he offend Feng Wuji, he even offended Feng Qingyu. He is truly unlucky.

When the Mo Clan saw Feng Wuji and his elder sister riding greater demon mounts coming over, the experts of the Mo Clan, including the devil-foundation clan lord all knelt on the ground as their bodies trembled from terror.

That female on the greater demon mount exuded a mighty imposingness, it was none other than Feng Qingyu of the Blackstone Devil Sect. Just a single sentence from her would cause the entire Mo Clan to be annihilated.

Little Qing’s mother turned pale when she saw this scene. A tragic sigh echoed out in her heart. Feng Qingyu has come personally. No matter how strong Mr Qin was, he wouldn’t be able to escape death today.

"Sir, if you can escape, please do so." Madam Mo transmitted her voice to Qin Wentian. She knew she would die today for sure. She was feeling extremely sorrowful for her daughter, her daughter hasn’t even grown up yet but her life would soon be robbed away.

Feng Wuji coldly regarded everyone below him. When his gaze landed on Little Qing and Qin Wentian, the corners of his lips curled up in a cruel smile!