Chapter 73: A Person of Influence
The corners of Chu Yuyao’s mouth curled upward beneath the black veil. “Who said there isn’t one? That ancestor of the Ji family, the one with the cleanliness obsession, keeps a five-colored golden pheasant in his back courtyard.”
She suddenly pinched her throat and coughed twice. “Ahem, I only heard this from Old Lady Wang, who hauls night soil for Drunken Immortal Tavern. She says that five-colored golden pheasant is said to have phoenix blood in it.”
The two beggars beside her instantly brightened at this, eagerly crowding closer.
The older beggar missing his front teeth rubbed his hands together.
Thinking of the Emperor Yingtian’s temperament, especially after the recent death of Murong Baichuan, Commander Yang Fan finally couldn’t hold out any longer and gritted his teeth in agreement.
It may seem that Yang Wei defeated Li Xiang, but it would be more accurate to say Li Xiang fulfilled Yang Wei’s destiny to be a hero and brought hope to the people of the world.
The first checkpoint was originally guarded by Liu Tang and He Qing. Liu Tang was wounded, so now Li Yun led five hundred soldiers to defend it. Because the road up the pass was narrow, the imperial army, though six thousand strong, could only send a thousand at a time to attack.
Without being of the Dragon Clan, or lacking dragon blood, one cannot enter the True Dragon Realm. Even those with foreign dragon blood must reach a certain cultivation level to enter.
Yan Xie grinned at Jiang Huanyu. “You guessed right. I really can’t be bothered to risk my life playing games with you.”
It’s said that almost every school has a few overachievers: they either sleep all day or play games, and when finals come, they cram at the last minute but still top the class, sometimes even snatching scholarships.
Moreover, though he possessed two kinds of Heavenly Fire and had even mastered the powerful flame martial skill, the Ten Dragon Strike, his cultivation was not of the fire path, and he did not fully understand the rules of fire.
Most teams were made up of a hundred, and though major powers now had Martial Saints leading the squads, there was only one per team, and all were of lower rank. The rest included Martial Emperors, but most were Martial Masters—much like the team Yang Doutian led when Li Hengxuan and his companions encountered them outside.
Black Sand City—one can imagine the city must be surrounded by black sand. Yet when he extended his spiritual sense, stretching it for thousands of miles, all he found was yellow sand; there was no sign of black sand at all.
Song Jiang, the Timely Rain, pulled himself together and presided over the burial rites through the night. He picked an auspicious hour and placed Chao Gai’s coffin in the main hall of the Assembly Hall, setting up a mourning curtain. In the center stood a spirit tablet inscribed: “Lord Chao, Tota Heavenly King and Master of Twin Dragon Mountain.”
He rolled away again, dodging the giant scythe, but the blackness on his face only deepened. In haste, he pressed several acupoints on his body, pulled out a pill, and swallowed it. A surge of pure medicinal energy rushed through his veins.
“If you’re so eager to fight, then let’s fight!” Wang Bing said as he put on his gloves and stepped onto the ring.
“As long as you wake up, that’s all that matters!” Yang Mengxin sobbed. Her crying woke the others. News of Li Tian’s awakening quickly spread through the Li family estate. Soon, his doorway was packed with relatives, each deeply concerned about his condition.
With a thunderous explosion that shook the heavens, water and fire collided, erupting with tremendous force inside the barrier. Just as the black-clad man, who had transformed into a Black Tortoise, thought he had succeeded, suddenly, a figure flashed overhead. Wang Yachao’s sword descended like a mountain, crushing down on the black-robed man with the weight of Mount Tai.
“Elder Qi, what do you think? After all, no one knows what awaits on the next level.” Lin Yu smiled.
Even the name reveals it: this is a special operations unit trained with the sole purpose of inflicting maximum destruction.
Indeed, Zhao Ziwei’s implication was clear: she could serve another one or two terms as dean, or retire at the rank of director.
At this moment, faced with the fire dragon’s threat, Zhong Sanjiao and Zheng Puxin both felt a surge of desperation. After exchanging glances, they simultaneously unleashed their spiritual power and broke free from their restraints.