Chapter 4598
At the heart of Beast City stands a magnificent city within a city—the awe-inspiring and enigmatic City Lord’s Mansion, a symbol of power and grandeur in the eyes of its inhabitants.
The City Lord’s Mansion resembles a colossal beast rooted at the city’s core, radiating an imposing and unshakable aura.
Surrounding the mansion to the east, west, and south are three opulent residences. Their lavish design is breathtaking.
The walls are constructed from precious jade, glowing softly under the moonlight. The roofs, adorned with vibrant glazed tiles, shimmer with a dazzling brilliance. The intricately carved doors and windows depict auspicious beasts in mid-gallop or mythical flora in bloom, every detail a testament to unparalleled luxury.
These three mansions form a defensive triangle around the City Lord’s Mansion, creating an impenetrable barrier.
Strategically positioned, they complement one another, forming a cohesive whole. Any intruder attempting to breach the City Lord’s Mansion must first contend with the formidable defenses of these outer residences—a clear demonstration of their vital role.
These residences are home to the three beast generals who serve under the city lord. Their dwellings double as critical fortifications for the City Lord’s Mansion.
As night fell, silence blanketed Beast City. The streets lay quiet, and the city seemed at rest, save for the steady patrols of the guards.
The rhythmic echo of their footsteps filled the empty streets, deepening the stillness of the night.
Yet, in the eastern mansion, a light remained burning, standing in stark contrast to the surrounding darkness.
Inside the illuminated hall, the atmosphere was tense. Seated in the center was a towering monk, eight feet tall. This was General Xing, one of the three esteemed beast generals.
General Xing’s piercing eyes, sharp and unyielding like copper bells, seemed to see straight into the depths of one’s soul. His presence exuded a commanding authority that few dared to challenge.
Clad in a black robe embroidered with golden patterns, every subtle movement caused the fabric to gleam faintly, enhancing his noble and extraordinary aura.
“Bai Cheng, are you certain about this?” General Xing asked, his deep voice resonating through the hall. “Are there truly dragon cultivators in the prison? And do they belong to the Golden Dragon Clan?”
General Xing’s voice, deep and commanding, resonated through the hall, tinged with doubt and curiosity.
He furrowed his brow slightly, his sharp gaze fixed on Bai Cheng, as though searching for a flaw in his words or demeanor.
Seated below, Bai Cheng leaned forward, his tone resolute. “General Xing, how could I dare lie to you? Everything I’ve said is the truth.”
A sense of urgency flickered in his eyes, his posture betraying his earnest hope that the general would take him seriously.
He knew his claim sounded extraordinary, but withholding such information could lead to even greater chaos down the line.
General Xing’s expression remained skeptical, his frown deepening. It was evident that Bai Cheng’s account had yet to fully convince him.
At that moment, one of the guest officials interjected, his tone dripping with ridicule. “General Xing, this city hasn’t seen a genuine dragon cultivator in millennia, let alone a Golden Dragon. Bai Cheng is likely mistaking a mere dragon snake flaunting fake horns for something grander. Perhaps he’s become delusional from obsessing over dragons.”
A smirk tugged at the corner of the guest official’s lips, his disdain evident. His words elicited murmurs of agreement from the other officials, their quiet voices creating a ripple of doubt through the hall.
Bai Cheng’s face flushed with anger as he shot back, his voice raised. “Don’t slander me! I saw it with my own eyes—there’s no mistake!”
His clenched fists trembled at his sides, and his fiery gaze made it clear he was on the verge of an outburst.
He hadn’t expected his truthful account to be dismissed so easily, much less mocked.
Another guest official spoke up, his tone skeptical. “What Bai Cheng claims does sound implausible. He says the other party was just a ninth-grade Tribulation Realm cultivator, yet Bai Cheng himself is a fourth-grade Mahayana Realm cultivator. And somehow, he was defeated by a mere ninth-grade Tribulation Realm cultivator? How could such a thing happen?”