King of Creation Chapter 1712 - 1697: Desire for Freedom
Previously on King of Creation...
As the sun dipped below the horizon, signaling the end of a tiring day, it was finally time for the evening meal. Chunks of beast meat, devoid of any seasoning, were brought out after a mere fifteen-minute boil. They were served in substantial pieces to each individual present.
A mere slice of the knife revealed that the meat was still bleeding internally.
Ironically, consuming this entire portion of the sacrificial meat was an integral part of the ceremony. Regardless of personal preference, it had to be finished under the stern gaze of the Moon Priest, who presided over the feast.
The quantity in question was a staggering ten pounds of half-cooked, raw meat.
Fortunately, the martial artists possessed remarkable digestive capabilities; otherwise, such a meal could prove fatal.
However, the most daunting challenge fell upon Princess Changle, presented with ten pounds of similarly undercooked beast meat.
To Ye Zhen's astonishment, Princess Changle delicately employed a silver knife, expertly portioning the still-bleeding meat. She then proceeded to consume it at a pace surpassing even Ye Zhen's.
Her demeanor suggested the meat vanished into her mouth almost without the need for chewing.
Noticing Ye Zhen's look of bewilderment, Princess Changle initiated a Divine Soul Telecommunication, sending a thought directly to him: "Want to know?"
"Hmm?"
"Then remember you owe Changle a barbecue and a pot of braised short ribs, just like the ones you had in the Demon Clan Territory," Princess Changle stated.
It will be recalled that during their time stranded in the Demon Clan Territory, the culinary offerings were, to put it mildly, difficult to stomach. Even the human clan slaves hired as cooks provided only mediocre fare.
Over the years spent traversing the world, Ye Zhen had honed his skills in barbecue and stewing to an exceptional level.
Whenever his schedule permitted, Ye Zhen would personally prepare a delicious meal to share with Princess Changle.
Princess Changle's recollection of those times evoked cherished memories for Ye Zhen.
"No problem. As long as you enjoy it, I can cook for you every day..."
The moment the words left his mouth, Ye Zhen sensed an impropriety. His intention was a lighthearted remark, yet the phrasing carried an unintended implication.
As anticipated, a faint blush crept onto Princess Changle's cheeks.
"You said it, and I’ll remember! Let me tell you the secret behind my way of eating meat."
"Cultivators who have reached the Realm King Realm are capable of condensing and manifesting a Mustard Seed World, whether small or large, within their being. I simply transferred my internal Mustard Seed World to my mouth prior to the commencement of the ceremony," Princess Changle elaborated.
"Internal Mustard Seed World?"
A wave of astonishment washed over Ye Zhen as he redirected his gaze towards the grand hall. He observed the priests, including the esteemed Great Chief Priest Bai Xiang, alongside several Power Priests and the three Princes, effortlessly dicing the bleeding meat into small portions and consuming them.
Their mouths remained virtually still, and the second piece was swallowed moments after the first.
In stark contrast, the Star Priests, mirroring Ye Zhen's own experience, were seen grimacing as they labored to chew, their expressions etched with discomfort.
A sense of frustration settled upon Ye Zhen.
Even with the knowledge of the secret, he was still compelled to force himself to eat!
Beside him, Princess Changle observed Ye Zhen's contemplation of the meat-laden plate, her smile blooming radiantly.
The intricate rituals extended well past midnight, beneath a canopy of stars, yet the proceedings of the Barbarian Spirit Hall were far from concluded.
Princess Changle, holding the esteemed position of Main Hall Master, was still due to undergo a ceremonial inauguration. This would involve receiving the congratulations of tens of thousands of priests within the Barbarian Spirit Hall, formally cementing her role as Hall Master.
Not long after her inauguration commenced, a priest approached Ye Zhen with a report: "Returning to you, Left Chief Priest, the Eldest Prince has specifically arrived to extend his congratulations to the Hall Master on her inauguration."
Ye Zhen's brow furrowed slightly. Before he could voice a response, the priest continued, his expression one of slight difficulty, "Along with congratulatory messages from the Fourth Prince and the Seventh Prince."
"These individuals are truly cunning! Go, accept the offerings sent by the Princes, and convey to each of them that the Hall Master acknowledges their good intentions but is currently occupied and unable to meet!" Ye Zhen instructed.
Upon hearing this directive, the reporting priest paused, appearing to perceive Ye Zhen's approach as somewhat abrupt.
"Why are you still lingering here?"
Princess Changle's gentle chiding resonated, "The decision of the Left Chief Priest aligns perfectly with my own. Now, proceed without delay!"
"Understood, I shall convey the refusal promptly!"
Within the expansive hall, the waiting Moon Priests, Star Priests, and Sky Priests exchanged knowing glances with Ye Zhen, consciously observing and noting his demeanor.
Ye Zhen fully comprehended the underlying motivations of the three Princes. With Changle's escalating influence and power, it was only natural for them to seek her allegiance.
Ye Zhen's refusal signaled Changle's current disinclination to become entangled in their political machinations.
"The five-year tenure is drawing near. Following tomorrow's grand ceremony, I shall depart," Ye Zhen declared unexpectedly.
"Five-year term?"
Princess Changle gave a slow nod, a touch of disappointment clouding her eyes. Her heart yearned for Ye Zhen to stay at the Barbarian Spirit Hall, cultivating by her side if it were possible.
Ye Zhen was the sole individual who treated her not as royalty, but as a true friend!
Nevertheless, Ye Zhen's resolve was unwavering.
For five years, the agreement had rendered the trials faced from the West Patrol merely minor inconveniences. However, with the stipulated period drawing to a close, the West Patrol, now unrestrained, was preparing for a life-or-death confrontation with Ye Zhen.
Concurrently, in a discreet tavern nestled within the sprawling Ten Thousand Saints City, Ye Dao and Longnu, having masterfully evaded their clan members under the pretense of festivities after numerous banquets, convened at this secluded establishment.
"What troubles you?" the Demon Clan's Divine Master, Ye Dao, inquired plainly. Earlier at the Demon God Palace, Longnu had urgently sent a telepathic message, requesting this private rendezvous.
With their wine jars in hand, they continued their communion through silent Divine Soul Telecommunication.
"Brother Ye, today, after receiving the Prophet Demon Master's highest honor, a sudden thought occurred to me. If we were to reveal to the Prophet Demon Master that we are under Ye Zhen's control via his Innate Divine Soul, would this potentially liberate us from his grasp?"