Longevity Martial Arts: I have a Mysterious Water Snake Avatar-Chapter 194 - 186: The Sword is Drawn! A Joyful Grudge!
Hong Yuan had not gone far.
Emboldened by skill, he settled himself directly in the attic of a shop in Pingkang Square, watching from a distance the chaos unfolding at Lichun House.
In a way, I guess I’m not much different from those practicing Blood Tao... Hong Yuan stroked his chin, thinking to himself.
A small fry down, the bigger fish comes out.
Zhang Chenye was a fourth-rank junior Martial Artist of Fire Tao, and his strength ranked high even among the Disciples of Qinglu Taoist Temple stationed in Pengcheng. Hong Yuan did not believe that Zhang Baicun, the General of Pengcheng, could remain undisturbed within the inner city area of Pengcheng.
Without the protection of the inner city’s Energy Array, Hong Yuan no longer worried about Zhang Baicun escaping Pengcheng.
"Oh? They’ve managed to control the situation so quickly and even sealed it off. Lichun House is somewhat impressive," Hong Yuan said softly in admiration.
In front of Lichun House, the madam led a group of strong enforcers, strictly controlling the entrance and exit of the premises, and managed to calmly suppress the situation.
Waves of enforcers swept through Lichun House and the two subsidiary courtyards.
This seemed absurd because if Hong Yuan could easily kill Zhang Chenye, then he could certainly wipe out everyone in Lichun House. Yet the madam still proceeded as such.
"Big trouble now, big trouble! How did Zhang Chenye end up dead in my place... I hope the Pengcheng General won’t blame me," the madam’s face was full of worry, sighing again and again in her heart.
Many guests gaped in stupefaction upon learning of the assassination and death of Peng City Canal Transporter Zhang Chenye.
"Zhang Chenye was a Disciple who practiced at Qinglu Taoist Temple. Who would be so daring!?"
"Bad news, Lichun House is going to be cleaned up. There goes my fun."
"Dead in one strike, that’s a Sword Cultivator for you!"
"I heard he was turned into bloody mush..."
"SHH! Keep it down."
The crowd was secretly terrified, all keeping their heads down, stealing glances at the third floor of Lichun House, but no one dared to take the initiative to leave first.
Even the offspring of noble families obediently waited in the venue.
Upon hearing these comments, the madam of Lichun House felt even worse.
The officials responsible for the security of Pengcheng’s outer city districts were also anxious, hurriedly sending messages to the inner city area.
That night, the sound of horse hooves was continual, as groups after groups of troops galloped towards Pingkang Square.
Because of Zhang Chenye’s death, almost the entire Pengcheng was shaken.
Meanwhile, Hong Yuan was still in the attic of the shop, silently waiting and observing whether Zhang Baicun would show up.
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「General’s Mansion of Pengcheng.」
「Cultivation chamber.」
Zhang Baicun suddenly opened his eyes, an electric light flashing through them instantly.
"The Phoenix Human Soul is truly difficult to condense. Currently, I can only manipulate two Beast Kings," Zhang Baicun sighed lightly. Since ancient times, enslaving souls and one’s own soul have been intrinsically linked; to control Ferocious Beasts, at the very least, your Soul Foundation must be able to overpower them.
Zhang Baicun stood up from the Taoist Mat, gazing out the door. The commotion outside is so loud. It seems some urgent matter has occurred.
He wasn’t in a hurry and just stood there in the cultivation chamber, silently regulating his qi, feeding the Ferocious Beasts in his Beast Control Bag.
He currently had three Ferocious Beast Swarms under his control: the tough-bodied Iron-beak Cranes, the swift Green Wind Rocs, and the valiant Golden Arrow Gryphons.
Among them, the Green Wind Roc and the Primal Gryphon Beast Swarms were both Ten Thousand Beast Swarms, each led by a Beast King.
On the battlefront between Phoenix Creek Sect and Qinglu Taoist Temple, with the help of these three flying Ferocious Beast Swarms, Zhang Baicun nearly dominated the skies. In the campaign where Li Zixing of King’s Sword successively took five cities, he had contributed greatly, emerging with flying colors and acquiring the esteemed title of ’Bird King’.
TAP-TAP.
The Energy Array in the cultivation chamber started to vibrate slightly, making noise.
Zhang Baicun picked up an Array Flag, activated his True Essence, and opened the sturdy stone door.
"Elder Brother, Zhang Chenye is dead." Li Zihai handed over the official document to Zhang Baicun, a hint of glee on his face.
Zhang Baicun’s eyebrows raised as he gave Li Zihai an extra glance and thought to himself:
After watching me for years, he’s still so impulsive, just a total nitwit.
Li Zixing must be aware that this guy looks good but is useless. He really just got lucky with the major accomplishment of surrounding and attacking Mo Jiuyou back then.
After taking the official document, Zhang Baicun bowed his head to read.
When he learned that Zhang Chenye was assassinated in Lichun House because he couldn’t react in time, the corner of Zhang Baicun’s mouth twitched slightly.
After a while, Zhang Baicun closed the official document, his expression serious. "This is very likely the work of ’Blood Demon Sword’ Li Jianhe. We need Elder Li Dongyao to support us and set out together."
"Ah, is that really necessary? Elder Li Dongyao is a powerful Sword Cultivator of the fifth rank..." Li Zihai hesitated, but seeing that Zhang Baicun seemed sincere, he obediently went to call for Elder Li Dongyao’s support.
Zhang Baicun walked out of the cultivation chamber and looked up at the half-moon.
The moonlight was cool and clear, and the breeze was refreshing.
Somewhat inexplicably, Zhang Baicun felt chills creeping up. He instinctively started circulating his Cultivation Technique to warm himself.
"Ill-intentioned people are on the way," Zhang Baicun sensed, exhaling a breath of foul air.
...
Meanwhile, Hong Yuan was also looking up at the moon.
Feeling the cool and penetrating quality of the moonlight, Hong Yuan couldn’t help but think of the Cold Moon Seal Divine Power, the other side of the Xuan Guangqiao where his Ice Armor Python Avatar resided, and also of Wind (Dreamscape) and his own XX Divine Power.
After dealing with Senior Brother’s affairs, I still need to focus more on my Original Body and the Ice Armor Python Avatar, he thought to himself.
The proficiency panel and the Ice Armor Python Avatar are the roots of the Great Taoism that can lead to eternal life. I must distinguish them clearly, Hong Yuan mused softly.
Engaging in slaughter was never his strength.
"Hong Yuan is not fond of fighting, only fond of cultivation" was not said lightly.
If not for the warm atmosphere of his sect, and Senior Brother Mo Jiuyou entrusting Yue’er to him, Hong Yuan would have liked to use his Life Span to wear down the likes of Zhang Baicun and Li Zixing.
For a long-lived species to contest transient glory with short-lived ones is stupid.
Fighting them in person is even more foolish!
I can’t be like Xu Fu from ’Storm,’ who had endless Life Span but considered himself invincible, acting recklessly everywhere, and eventually getting killed by Broken Wave, Hong Yuan warned himself in his heart.
A short while later, a tremor that shook the ground and mountains erupted in Pingkang Square, causing shops and houses to shake.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Below, an endless sea of black cavalry intermixed with various large-scale machinery, like a flash flood, quickly surrounded Pingkang Square.
There were sentries every five steps and guard posts every ten steps.
The wide street of Pingkang Square, nearly two hundred meters across, was densely packed with cavalrymen in black armor, exuding a formidable aura.
Faced with this group of black cavalry, the crowd gathered outside Lichun House began to stir with unease.
Amidst the anticipation of thousands, a whirlwind kicked up.
Zhang Baicun, Li Zihai, and other Disciples of Qinglu Taoist Temple descended from the sky astride the Golden Arrow Gryphons, looking like divine soldiers.
Upon sensing this, Hong Yuan’s mouth curved upwards.
"A dark, windy night is perfect for killing and arson!"
Hong Yuan tightly gripped the hilt of the Heavenly River Sword, his face calm, his demeanor so nonchalant it was unsettling.
In this moment, the effort he had put into nurturing his Sword Tao Incarnation was paying off.
Because for killing an enemy general amidst an army of thousands, the first choice was always Sword Cultivators, with their supreme killing power!
The Heavenly River Sword, feeling the mighty blood energy gathering below, trembled, its Sword Body conveying an intense craving to feed to Hong Yuan.
Eat, eat, devour everything!
The Heavenly River Sword had indeed been nurtured by Hong Yuan into a Demon Sword...
