King of Creation Chapter 1682: 1667: Secret Order from the Upper House?

Amid the intense gazes of tens of thousands of Heavenly Temple followers, Ye Zhen—disguised precisely as Cheng Ji, the Grand Spirit Master—kept his demeanor steady and unshaken.

He let out a scornful sneer, “Ru Hui Master asked me to purchase that kind of Spiritual Tea for him and I’ve gotten it. I’m just asking him to come to my room to collect it.”

Once he finished speaking, Ye Zhen shot a menacing glare at the Spirit Master who had accused him, forcing the man to cower and shrink his neck in fright.

The explanation from Ye Zhen—or more accurately, Cheng Ji—sounded entirely logical.

Every follower in the Heavenly Temple Luozhou Branch knew of Master Ru Hui’s deep love for exquisite teas.

Abbot Jiwei found this reason plausible, but a nagging doubt still troubled him.

The strange vanishing of forty-five Masters from the Luozhou Branch felt far too bizarre; something sinister was clearly brewing.

“Search! All personnel, according to their own affiliations, proceed to….”

“Abbot, I heard news that might relate to the sudden disappearance of those forty-five Masters,” Ye Zhen, transformed into Cheng Ji, interjected abruptly as Abbot Jiwei prepared to give commands.

Jiwei’s eyes turned to Cheng Ji, Ye Zhen’s transfiguration, “Speak!”

“Abbot, this….”

Ye Zhen swept his gaze over the throng of Heavenly Temple followers, then wore a hesitant look. Abbot Jiwei, seasoned as he was, immediately caught on.

Too many ears around; not the place for such talk.

Without pause for Abbot Jiwei’s response, Cheng Ji—shaped by Ye Zhen—stepped forward voluntarily, signaling his intent for a private word with the Abbot.

Abbot Jiwei at first moved to block this close approach, but the sound of “Abbot” from Ye Zhen’s Cheng Ji made him yield reluctantly, permitting it.

Though he had legitimate sons, his role forced Cheng Ji, the illegitimate one, to lack public recognition, always addressing him as “Abbot” in every setting.

Hence, Jiwei carried persistent guilt toward Cheng Ji. This public flicker of familiarity now doubled as a signal to the followers, underscoring Cheng Ji’s bond to the Abbot.

It aimed to deter pests like that prior Spirit Master from targeting Cheng Ji again.

As Cheng Ji neared, Abbot Jiwei leaned his body subtly, adopting a listening stance.

“Abbot, when Master Ru Hui came to my room to fetch the tea, he casually mentioned something, he received….”

Ye Zhen’s words cut off sharply, gripping Abbot Jiwei’s attention before he pressed on, “Master Ru Hui mentioned he received secret orders from the Upper House.”

Abbot Jiwei’s face went rigid at those words—directives from the Heavenly Temple’s Upper House.

Abbot Jiwei might question others’ claims, but he’d never doubt his own son’s truthfulness or imagine him as another’s illusion.

So, those words sparked an immediate whirlwind of thoughts in his mind.

The Heavenly Temple looked straightforward on the surface, yet it hid vast layers of complexity, with brutal power plays raging at its peak.

Mention of Upper House secret orders triggered a dark suspicion in Abbot Jiwei, scattering his focus entirely.

This was the opening!

A icy Sword Fiend exploded from Ye Zhen’s palm.

The deadliest part lay in Ye Zhen’s left hand, now perfectly aligned against Abbot Jiwei’s back.

In the blink as the Purple Spirit Immortal Sword’s Sword Fiend unleashed, it smashed straight into Abbot Jiwei’s rear.

Jiwei’s eyes popped open wide while the Purple Spirit Immortal Sword gripped by Ye Zhen ravaged wildly within him.

Still, Jiwei countered fast; the instant Sword Fiend pierced him, his palm shimmered, launching a gigantic hand to crush Ye Zhen’s skull as vast Spiritual Power surged from his frame.

Innumerable Mysterious Dao Patterns blasted fiercely at the invading Purple Spirit Immortal Sword.

But Ye Zhen roared with laughter, as if he’d foreseen it all, pulling back at top speed.

Ye Zhen withdrew swiftly, yet the Sword Light burrowing into Abbot Jiwei flared brighter and fiercer.

All onlookers stood slack-jawed!

The gathered tens of thousands from the Luozhou Branch Temple froze in utter shock right then.

What was unfolding?

The Abbot’s bastard son striking down the Abbot?

What insane spectacle was this?

“Following secret orders from the Upper House, Abbot Jiwei has colluded with the Demon Clan, betraying the Heavenly Temple. Execute him and his confidants without mercy!” Ye Zhen’s booming declaration rang out.

That roar, above all the nod to Upper House secret orders, stunned the handful of Realm King Realm Masters still behind Jiwei into momentary inaction.

The Heavenly Temple’s Upper House commands absolute respect.

Crack!

In the end, Jiwei couldn't fully suppress the Purple Spirit Immortal Sword inside him, yet he managed to deflect it forcefully with his overwhelming power.

It was supposed to stab through the back and emerge from the neck, delivering one fatal blow.

But through Jiwei's frantic resistance, the sword merely entered from the back and curved downward, cleaving him in two.

Once the Purple Spirit Immortal Sword burst out, Jiwei's abdomen and lower legs tumbled onto the ground.

Strangely, no blood flowed and no organs appeared at the severed edge of his surviving upper body.

Jiwei relied on his mighty Cultivation to seal his wounds completely.

“He… he’s not Cheng Ji, and there are no secret orders from the Upper House—kill him!” Jiwei bellowed abruptly.

The instant he cried “kill,” Jiwei lost his hold, and blood gushed wildly from the upper body's gash.

The Purple Spirit Sword Fiend proved incredibly tough to handle.

Though he exerted himself to the utmost to save most of his form, the residual Sword Qi from the Purple Spirit kept ravaging inside, leaking Primordial Energy every time he opened his mouth.

Nevertheless, Jiwei's outburst gave the assembled tens of thousands of Luozhou Branch Temple followers a definite foe.

The sole regret was that Jiwei's warning arrived just a bit too late.

For the carnage had already ignited!

The moment Ye Zhen vaulted backward, a Blood Shadow suddenly materialized behind him, unleashing dreadful Seventh Stage Realm King Realm Cultivation, armed with the High Grade Suppressing Device Blood Shadow Long Saber, beneath the War Soul Blood Flag looming overhead.

A lone slash felled an Early Stage Realm King Realm powerhouse.

The Purple Spirit that had freshly erupted from Jiwei refrained from chasing him down for the kill. Its Sword Light shattered into thousands of rays, engulfing the more than three hundred clustered Grand Spirit Masters.

At that very moment, a black speck trailed by countless green specks launched from Ye Zhen's fingers.

The black speck morphed into a monstrous Demon Beast exceeding a thousand meters long, with nine heads.

As all nine heads struck out, nearly twenty Spirit Masters fell prey to the Nine-Headed Charge.

In the same breath, Ye Zhen's foot pressed forward amid the expanding green radiance, as a hundred Spirit Void Fruit Tree Demons unleashed ancient roars!