223: Chapter 223 A Horse Cannot Be Caught Again

"Fortune Spirit!"

Hearing this roar from the Great Ming Royal Family Old Ancestor, Fortune Spirit's face was filled with conflict and hesitation.

On one side was the Great Ming Royal Family Old Ancestor who worshipped her, and on the other was a peerless fiend who had given her life and could crush her with a casual flick of his hand.

"This is a bit tricky!"

Yuan Chen slowly turned his head, his gaze landing calmly on Fortune Spirit's delicate face, a half-smile curling the corner of his lips: "What? Do you still intend to fight?"

Fortune Spirit's entire body stiffened, and she instinctively shrank back.

She swallowed hard, the Dao of Fortune churning within her mouth, her voice trembling with a hint of a sob: "B-Big Boss... Brother! Daddy! I absolutely have no hostility toward you!"

"But I really want to live! I was born alongside the Daming Dynasty; if you destroy the Daming Dynasty, won't I also perish and fade away? I have only just developed sentience; I don't want to die. Didn't I just give you treasures? Can't you spare me?"

"You want to live?" Yuan Chen resumed his human form, raised an eyebrow slightly, and paced with his hands behind his back, his tone indifferent.

"That's simple. The Great Ming Royal Family's luck has run out, and following them is a dead end. How about this: defect to me directly. I plan to establish a nation here, and I'll call it Daming as well. Although switching to a new master will damage your Foundation and you won't be able to avoid losing your golden light, if you follow me, the citizens won't change, and the culture won't be much different. I'll essentially be borrowing a shell to be reborn, and you will remain the Fortune Spirit. It won't be long before you recover to your original state, or even reach a higher level. How about it?"

Fortune Spirit's huge, beautiful eyes widened instantly, her face full of disbelief: "What? You can do that? Is that for real?!"

Not far away, Patriarch Zhao Kuo heard this conversation and his expression changed drastically. He roared frantically: "Fortune Spirit! Do not listen to this villain's deceptive words! He wants to drain your Origin!"

Patriarch Zhao Kuo was desperate, as this possibility could actually happen.

In the past, the Fortune Spirit lacked sentience and would perish along with the fall of the Dynasty, making it impossible to switch allegiance to another master.

But it was different now; this creature had developed sentience and could possess independent consciousness.

If the Fortune Spirit acknowledged Yuan Chen's existence, and Yuan Chen moved in without even changing the name of the Daming Dynasty, how was that any different from abdication?

Perhaps in the early stages, the experts of the Zhao family's Great Ming Royal Family would be wiped out, and the national fortune would be affected, causing the Fortune Spirit to suffer heavy damage, but once Yuan Chen's people filled in the gaps, the Fortune Spirit would grow strong again.

Furthermore, the Fortune Spirit's strength was directly proportional to the nation's power.

Yuan Chen's forces had already shown themselves to be stronger than their Zhao family; if she really switched masters, the Fortune Spirit would advance by leaps and bounds.

Seeing Patriarch Zhao Kuo's anxious appearance, Fortune Spirit's eyes darted around rapidly.

Looking at Yuan Chen's unfathomable back, the scales in her heart tilted instantly.

She gritted her teeth, forced a smile, and said in a slightly coquettish tone: "I believe in Daddy! ... You can really keep me safe and won't wipe out my sentience, right?"

This had to be asked; after all, perhaps no one would want a ticking time bomb by their side.

However, this meant nothing to Yuan Chen.

"My word is final." Yuan Chen nodded indifferently.

While the two sides were talking, Crown Prince Zhao Heng on the other side suddenly snapped back to reality.

His previously pale face flushed bright red. No, it couldn't go on like this. The Zhao family could not be destroyed, and he did not want to die.

His eyes darted around, seeking a solution.

Finally, his gaze locked onto a slender figure not far away.

It was Ye Lingling, who was eating melon with a child in the distance!

Crown Prince Zhao Heng turned abruptly and roared sternly at the Imperial Dynasty experts and guards who had just arrived beside him: "Quick! Go and capture that woman for me! She is Yuan Chen's person! As long as we capture her, Yuan Chen will be wary and dare not act recklessly! Quick!!"

Although several guards were so terrified by Yuan Chen's terrifying strength that their legs went weak, hearing the Crown Prince's order, they bit the bullet and charged toward Ye Lingling.

After all, they were the Zhao family's personal guards. If Yuan Chen ultimately took down the Zhao family, he would definitely not spare them. Now, they had no choice but to go down this path until the end.

In a corner of the Zhou Tian Great Array, the Eleven-Tribulation Loose Immortal expert invited by Patriarch Zhao Kuo quietly crept up to Lin Zhong and, taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, whispered: "Quickly open a corner of the array and let this old man out."

He was already terrified. He had just followed behind Patriarch Zhao Kuo to charge once, and then he had been sent flying by a random claw, suffering heavy injuries.

After all, he was just a helper. Not to mention that the Great Ming Royal Family was about to be finished, even if they survived, their strength would suffer heavy losses, and they would fall from their position as overlords. It was useless to curry favor with Patriarch Zhao Kuo now. His life was more important; he didn't want to throw his life away here.

Facing the Eleven-Tribulation Loose Immortal expert, Lin Zhong was neither humble nor arrogant: "I most despise cowards who fear death."

"Hey, are you sick in the head? Can't you see the Daming Dynasty is about to be finished? If we don't run now, we're all going to die!"

"Hmph, a promise is a promise. Since we gave our word to the Crown Prince of the Daming Dynasty, we will not break our faith."

Meanwhile, the members of Shuibo who were responsible for maintaining the Zhou Tian Great Array also sensed that something was wrong.

They quickly communicated via Divine Sense.

Ruan Xiao Wu asked with a trembling voice: "Song, Big Brother Song, this situation... seems a bit troublesome? Since when did this Yuan Chen become so powerful?"

Another brother chimed in: "That's right, Big Brother Song! Even the Royal Family Old Ancestor was crushed by him like an ant; if we few run up there, it'll be suicide! How about... we retreat?"

"Before, he could shake our Zhou Tian Great Array, and now his strength has greatly increased. Even the Daming Dynasty's Fortune Spirit can't stop him. Do you think our Zhou Tian Great Array is still useful?"

"I also think it's better to retreat. After all, we don't have any deep grudge against Yuan Chen. We can send a gift and apologize later, and this matter will be over."

Chieftain Song He stared fixedly at the figure in green robes in the center of the battlefield, who looked like a god or demon, cold sweat pouring down his forehead like rain. He watched those royal guards charging toward Ye Lingling, and then looked at the Fortune Spirit, who had already started "negotiating conditions" with Yuan Chen. The last shred of luck in his heart completely collapsed.

"Then, then, ah, you guys... one side is brotherhood, the other is integrity. For the sake of my brothers, I, Chieftain Song He, can only break my word." Chieftain Song He gritted his teeth, but his body was very honest. He gritted his teeth hard and roared lowly to his trusted brothers beside him: "Forget it, take out your life-saving Talismans! We are... running!!"

"Run?"

Lin Zhong was just talking to the Eleven-Tribulation Loose Cultivator when he heard this transmission.

The next second, under the astonished and dazed gaze of everyone around, the members of Shuibo, who had been setting up the array with such imposing Aura, suddenly and without warning took to their heels, scrambling away in all directions.

Lin Zhong was silent for a second, then turned his head and immediately followed behind his brothers.

"..." The Eleven-Tribulation Loose Immortal expert was stunned. Is this what you meant by 'a promise is a promise'?

It is indeed hard to chase; they are all running incredibly fast.

This old man is leaving too!