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

13: He embezzled the ransom? Cut off one of his legs. If you don’t agree, just hold it in!”Whoosh whoosh...”

The evening breeze blew in gusts.

In front of the Yinhan Palace.

Wang Qing stood with his hands behind his back, his Divine Thought scanning the Immortal Vein to ensure its normal operation, the smile in his eyes undisguised.

The hundreds of billions of Immortal Crystals produced here annually were his exclusive property; how could he not be happy?

Cultivation emphasizes purity and detachment, but how many can truly achieve it?

How many people appear righteous on the surface but secretly engage in murder and arson?

He never considered himself a good person, nor did he believe that being an Immortal meant he would abandon his desire for wealth.

His principle was to be thoroughly evil and enjoy immorality.

”Your Highness, This Emperor, the person has been brought.”

Song Wenxuan and several Immortal Guards arrived with Ye Chen, quickly reaching the Yinhan Palace.

Wang Qing turned back, glanced at the disheveled Ye Chen, and sneered, ”Heh heh, Ye Chen, you really have a good father!”

”The Northern Cold Immortal Lord actually sent your eldest brother to ransom you; it seems he really can’t let go of you, his illegitimate son!”

”Hmph, Wang Qing, don’t get complacent. This Emperor will get his revenge one day!”

Ye Chen snorted coldly.

”Slap!” An Immortal Guard raised his hand and slapped Ye Chen, scolding, ”Who told you to speak to Your Highness, This Emperor, like that? Kneel down!”

”Thud!” The Immortal Guard kicked Ye Chen’s leg, forcing him to kneel before Wang Qing.

”Revenge This Emperor? Do you have the strength for that?”

Wang Qing chuckled and shook his head, walking up to Ye Chen. Under his humiliated gaze, he raised his hand and summoned a black mist.

”You... what are you going to do? I am the Sixth Prince of the Northern Cold Immortal Region!” Ye Chen looked up at the black mist in Wang Qing’s hand, scared to the point of his Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering.

”Nothing much, just giving you a little something!” Wang Qing said noncommittally. The black mist in his palm transformed into threads and drilled into Ye Chen’s mind.

”Ah!” Ye Chen screamed in agony and fainted.

”Take him and return to Penglai Immortal Island with This Emperor!”

Wang Qing commanded, then raised his hand to tear open space and stepped inside.

”Quickly follow Your Highness, This Emperor!” Song Wenxuan ordered the Immortal Guards, but he did not follow, as he still needed to supervise the mining of the Immortal Vein.

”Understood, Steward Song!”

Several Immortal Guards clasped their fists, carrying the unconscious Ye Chen behind them, and stepped into the shattered spatial passage.

Time flew by quickly... A sliver of dawn appeared in the sky, and the morning glow painted half the sky red.

Penglai Immortal Sea, the surface of the sea surged endlessly, with various Immortal Boats and building ships floating on it.

The Second Generation Immortals of the Primordial Heavenly Court were currently on the building ships, flirting with women, teasing birds, and walking fish.

On a gilded building ship, the banner bore the characters ”Northern Han.” A dragon-robed youth stood at the bow, gazing at the various boats on the sea.

He watched with cold eyes, even finding it very amusing.

Cultivation is a struggle against the heavens for life, and Penglai Immortal Island serves as the base camp and imperial capital of the Primordial Heavenly Court.

These Second Generation Immortals, who knew nothing but teasing birds and walking dogs all day, he truly looked down on them.

”A bunch of guys relying on a big tree for shade, if a natural disaster strikes, wouldn’t you be the first to die!”

Ye Changsheng was very disdainful, unwilling to associate with this group of scumbags.

His ambition was to conquer the Northern Cold Immortal Region, then gradually dismantle other Immortal Domains, and unify the Immortal Realm. His ambition was evident.

”Buzz buzz buzz!”

Suddenly, a ”God Crossing Boat” made of glazed jade stone was rapidly heading towards Penglai Immortal Island.

Beneath the boat’s banner pole, Wang Qing wore a moon-white robe, his white hair draped over his shoulders, and his face was handsome and distinguished.

He glanced at the gilded building ship and scoffed, ”Oh, isn’t this the First Prince of the Northern Cold Immortal Court? What are you doing here?”

”Hmph, naturally, I’m here to ransom my Sixth Brother. What have you done to him?”