The Hero of a Cool Novel? I, the Villain, Will Kill You!

26: Ruthless Imperial FamilyDead silence, complete silence.

The auction hall on the first floor became completely quiet, and no one dared to breathe loudly.

“Damn it, who is this! So fierce, he knocked the Third Prince unconscious?”

Most of the Second Generation Immortals rubbed their eyes vigorously, as if they had seen wrong.

They all didn’t know the identity of the white-robed man.

Although the Primordial Emperor Son of the Primordial Heavenly Court was renowned in the Immortal Realm, very few people had seen him.

Only those from Penglai Immortal Island in the Primordial Beginning Immortal Domain were qualified to meet him.

Even the Imperial Princes of Immortal Courts in other Immortal Domains found it difficult to meet him, because the two were not on the same level at all.

Moreover, the Primordial Emperor Son rarely appeared in other Immortal Domains, and almost no portraits of him were circulated.

The Second Generation Immortals at the auction only knew the name of the Primordial Emperor Son, but had never seen him.

They had no way to associate the white-robed man with the Primordial Emperor Son at all.

It wasn’t that their status was low, but that the Primordial Emperor Son, besides his resounding reputation, often appeared and disappeared like a Dragon.

Many Immortals believed that the Primordial Emperor Son was like a mythical legend.

Who would have thought that he was now like an evil Cultivator, violently beating the Third Prince of Eastern Cold? That would be ridiculous!

“Hmph, you lowly spawn, you’re acting so arrogant, does the Eastern Cold Immortal Lord know about this?”

Wang Qing saw Jiang Wangxu being smashed to a bloody pulp, and destructive Dao principles surged from his palm, tearing his Soul and causing his Divine Soul to be annihilated.

Jiang Wangxu completely lost all signs of life, like a puddle of mud, a bloody mess, thrown onto the ground, with blood everywhere.

After killing to vent his anger, Wang Qing clapped his hands and left the Heavenly Fragrance Pavilion with Hong Lian, completely losing interest in any auction.

After he left.

Immortals in the first-floor hall gradually started talking.

“Wait, the Third Prince just... died?”

Some Second Generation Immortals went to the third floor to check and saw that Jiang Wangxu was just a smashed, bloody mess, which was extremely disgusting.

“Ugh...” The Second Generation Immortals who came to the third floor vomited incessantly and quickly fled this troubled place.

Tonight, the sky had fallen. The Third Prince of Eastern Cold had died. If the Eastern Cold Immortal Lord found out about this, no one would escape punishment.

How could they still dare to attend any auction? They slipped away, running faster than rabbits.

Soon.

The auction held tonight at the Heavenly Fragrance Pavilion was deserted. Qin Sanniang’s Divine Thought scanned the Third Prince’s tragic state, and a wave of panic surged within her.

She immediately sent news of what happened here to the Eldest Prince, waiting for him to handle it.

Ma Jun had already slipped away with the other Second Generation Immortals.

Only Chu Wuci was very surprised. The gentle Young Master Wang during the day was so ruthless at night?

This was the Third Prince of the Eastern Cold Immortal Domain, not some ordinary person. Now that he was dead, the Eastern Cold Imperial Capital would probably be in chaos for a period of time.

“Alas, Young Master Wang is truly fierce, so ruthless. He’s probably going to be troubled by the Eastern Cold Imperial Family.”

Chu Wuci sighed repeatedly. Taking advantage of no one being around, he rescued the five women on the auction stage and quickly left the Heavenly Fragrance Pavilion with them.

Tonight was destined to be sleepless. Tomorrow, the Imperial Capital would be in turmoil, and those Immortals who witnessed Wang Qing’s assault would probably all be taken in for questioning.

Eastern Han Imperial Palace.

Inside a magnificent palace, a young man in a Dragon robe was meditating and Cultivating in the center of the hall.

He was the Eldest Prince of Eastern Cold, “Jiang Tianyi.” The auction at the Heavenly Fragrance Pavilion tonight was secretly organized by him.

He was still thinking that after tonight’s auction, his Immortal Crystal earnings should skyrocket significantly.

Although the dozen or so Imperial Princes of the Eastern Han Immortal Court received a considerable stipend, enough for Cultivation, they were all secretly hoarding resources to contend for the position of Emperor Son.

No one wanted to fall behind the other Imperial Princes. Even if they didn’t ultimately get the position of Emperor Son, as long as they had enough resources, they could still live a carefree and happy life.

“Report...”

“Eldest Prince, the Third Prince was smashed to death at the Heavenly Fragrance Pavilion!”

A report came from outside the hall.

A attendant rushed in, bowed his head, and presented a Jade Slip with both hands. It was the message from Qin Sanniang.

Jiang Tianyi suddenly opened his eyes and took the Jade Slip to examine it.

“My third brother was smashed to death?”

Not long after... his expression changed drastically. He no longer had any thoughts of Cultivating and transformed into a speck of light, disappearing from the hall.

If the matter of the Third Prince was not handled well, it would be very detrimental to his contention for the position of Emperor Son. He had to catch the perpetrator as soon as possible.

At the same time... in the Eastern Cold Immortal Lord Hall, a middle-aged man in a golden Imperial robe, exuding an aura of authority without anger, was sitting on a High Grade Dragon chair on the high platform, savoring Immortal wine.

He occasionally closed his eyes, enjoying the mellow aroma brought by the Immortal wine, feeling very content.

He was none other than the Eastern Cold Immortal Lord, “Immortal Lord Jiang Qing.”

The Immortal Lords of other Immortal Courts in the Immortal Realm were worried that their Imperial Princes would engage in internal strife, fighting to the death.

But Immortal Lord Jiang Qing lived a clear life. There was a saying, the early bird gets the worm, and the victor is king.

Even if he had more than a dozen Imperial Prince descendants, only the final victor would have the opportunity to inherit his Immortal Lord position.

The ruthlessness of the Imperial family was vividly displayed by Immortal Lord Jiang Qing.

Don’t talk to him about family affection, because in the eyes of this old monster who had lived for tens of millions of years, family affection had long vanished.

He had nurtured batch after batch of descendants, but ultimately no one was able to inherit the great power, which could be described as extremely disappointing.

Even if the dozen or so Imperial Princes of Eastern Cold died in the struggle for the Emperor Son position, he could just Cultivate another batch.

He had plenty of time to Cultivate the most outstanding descendants.

“Lord Immortal Lord, the Third Prince was smashed to death by the Primordial Emperor Son at the Heavenly Fragrance Pavilion.”

“Crack, crack, crack!” The space shattered layer by layer like a mirror. An ancient Taoist robed elder appeared in the Immortal Lord Hall, bowing with clasped fists.

“Oh? The Primordial Emperor Son?”

“He also came to the Eastern Cold Immortal Domain?”

Immortal Lord Jiang Qing was not angered. Stars and a vast sea flashed in his deep eyes, and he had already guessed why the Primordial Emperor Son had come.

“Immortal Lord, the Third Prince is dead!”

The ancient Taoist robed elder reminded him again.

“If he’s dead, he’s dead. He can’t blame anyone else. This Emperor doesn’t have time to clean up his mess.”

“Imperial Advisor, you should pay close attention to those good-for-nothing beasts. If any of them can contend with the Primordial Emperor Son, the position of Emperor Son of the Eastern Han Immortal Court will be given to them.”

“As long as it’s not a matter that threatens the survival of the Eastern Cold Immortal Domain, do not bother this Emperor.”

Immortal Lord Jiang Qing waved his hand, signaling the Imperial Advisor to withdraw.

The Imperial Advisor, “Ghostly Underworld Taoist,” was filled with surprise, completely disbelieving that Immortal Lord Jiang Qing would be so cold and heartless.

Was this still the passionate youth he had taught back then?

The Ghostly Underworld Taoist’s thoughts were very complex. He had lived for tens of millions of years and had taught several Eastern Cold Immortal Lords, but none were as ruthless as this.

Immortal Lord Jiang Qing’s change.

He was questioning himself, whether his non-interference in the affairs of the Eastern Han Immortal Court all these years had indirectly led Immortal Lord Jiang Qing to become like this?

“Immortal Lord...” The Ghostly Underworld Taoist still wanted to say something.

Immortal Lord Jiang Qing coldly interrupted, “Imperial Advisor, this Emperor knows what you want to say, but some things, once they happen, cannot be changed.”

“This Emperor was once kind-hearted, but in the end, none of my descendants were able to bear the great responsibility!”

“Therefore, this Emperor is not heartless, but is considering the billions of living beings in the Eastern Cold Immortal Domain!”

“If there isn’t an Emperor Son with the Aptitude of a hero, how can this Emperor feel at ease entrusting the position of Immortal Lord to him?”

“If this Emperor casually decides the position of Emperor Son, then it would be irresponsible to all living beings in the Eastern Cold Immortal Domain!”

“You may withdraw! This Emperor is tired!”

With that, Immortal Lord Jiang Qing closed his eyes again, no longer considering other matters.

The Ghostly Underworld Taoist shook his head helplessly, his hunched, aged body slowly departing, his forlorn back appearing very desolate.