Chapter 157 - An Invitation

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Of course!”

The confidence in Yunxiao’s eyes made Neng Feichen believe him involuntarily, and he gave up the little resistance in his heart at that moment and yielded sincerely. As Yunxiao said, he had stayed in the realm of Martial Kings for over fifty years; he could no longer accumulate any additional Primordial Qi, and all he lacked was a fated chance. When it came, he could make the breakthrough in an instant.

Yunxiao’s eyes swept across all the other chariots as he said coldly, “The three things apply to all of you as well! From today on, your code name is Megrez. Except for Qian Duoduo, all of you are members of the Megrez, and you will be under Hong Bing’s command!”

There was a shocked look in Hong Bing’s eyes, and a feeling of being trusted welled up in his heart. Silently, he clenched his fists.

Dubhe, Merak, and Megrez…With these three forces as the foundation, Yanwu had finally set its roots firmly in the ground. But, the most important thing for Yunxiao now was the cultivation of high-end combat forces. He had the confidence in helping Xiao Qingwang, Qian Duoduo, and Neng Feichen become Martial Grandmasters in a short time, and only then would Yanwu really have a firm foothold in the Firecrow Empire.

The crowd froze for a moment, then became overjoyed. To them, it did not matter who was in charge of them. What mattered was that the three things Yunxiao mentioned previously applied to them as well. It meant rich Primordial Qi and an endless supply of resources… At the thought of that, all eyes lit up.

Only the four Martial Lords frowned and gave Hong Bing a slightly unconvinced look, but they said nothing. They had all seen Yunxiao’s strength, and they did not think they could resist a man who could bring down a Bluewolf chariot casually. So, even if they did not like that arrangement, they dared not to speak it out.

Yunxiao turned to Chen Dasheng and said, “Uncle Chen, I’ll leave the Dubhe to you.”

Chen Dasheng nodded. He never dreamed that Yanwu’s strength could soar to this extent in so short a time, that even a secluded sect was subdued by it. Suddenly, he felt his blood boil, as though he were decades younger and full of hope for Yanwu’s future.

“Sect Leader Neng, now that Dhyana Sect has surrendered, you can bring all the important things in your sect and come to Yanwu with me. The Primordial Qi here will soon be depleted, and this place will become just another ordinary mountain range,” Yunxiao reminded. He was in a very good mood.

Neng Feichen said while frowning, “Although the three of us have agreed, there are thousands of people in our sect still unaware of our decision. We need to go back and explain to them. We will definitely bring all our people to Yanwu three days later.”

“That will do,” said Yunxiao. “There’s one more thing I’d like to trouble you about.” He moved his lips slightly and sent a voice transmission over.

Upon hearing that, Neng Feichen frowned and hesitated for a moment before saying, “Please come with me, my lord!”

Yunxiao jumped over to his chariot, then turned and told the crowd, “Wait for me here, I’ll be back in a bit.”

There was a look of surprise in Neng Feichen’s eyes. ‘This city lord looks just about fifteen years old, but not only does he have an extraordinary demeanor, which makes people feel that he is an almighty expert, but he also has such courage. Is he not afraid that I will take him hostage when we land?’

Qian Duoduo and the members of Megrez were all in shock as well, and they felt they needed to face Yunxiao more cautiously. A person like this was either impulsive and brainless, or wise and brave. Of course, this fifteen-year-old lad was anything but the former.

Chen Dasheng was worried, but he remained calm and did not speak. Because he found that although many a time Yunxiao was bold and adventurous, he never failed. Perhaps he already had full assurance of what everyone thought impossible.

As Dhyana Sect’s guardian array was blown apart, a large number of buildings scattered in the mountains were revealed to the naked eyes. The sect covered a very large area, but its buildings looked very old, which clearly meant that they had not been repaired for a long time. Many disciples stood outside the buildings and looked up at the sky, chattering with one another.

Neng Feichen landed with Yunxiao in a large clearing, then he turned to the other two Martial Kings and said, “You may go and prepare.” Both of them took their leave and began to prepare for the move.

Yunxiao followed Neng Feichen down a primitive path between the mountains and through several cloisters to an exquisite but ancient building. A complicated look flickered in the sect leader’s eyes as he introduced, “This is the Treasures Pavilion. Although Dhyana Sect is just a small and weak sect, our thousands of years of history have accumulated some good things here. They should be able to meet your needs, my lord.”

Neng Feichen sent out a few incantation seals reluctantly and unlocked the restrictive spell of the Treasures Pavilion, leading Yunxiao inside.

As soon as the restrictive spell was unlocked, Yunxiao glanced through the whole pavilion with his divine sense, and his face lit up with joy. “You’ve done me a great favor, Sect Leader Neng!”

There were only a few high-level items inside, but what surprised him were the countless low-level medicinal pills and mystic weapons, which he could use to arm the Dubhe. “Please leave some for me, my lord,” said Neng Feichen with a wry smile. “The disciples of Dhyana Sect do not own many good things.”

“Don’t worry, I only need two thousand sets!” With a wave of a hand, items of third-tier and below inside the pavilion began to fly into his bag.

After two thousand mystic weapons and various medicinal pills were taken away, the whole interior of the pavilion suddenly became empty. The sight of it pained Neng Feichen. ‘If our ancestors were here, they would have killed me with a slap!’

“Don’t forget your promise to me, my lord,” Neng Feichen reminded carefully. Had it not been for the promise to help him break through the realm of Martial Grandmasters, he would not have handed over the treasures accumulated in his sect for thousands of years. Although he was the leader of Dhyana Sect, people were selfish after all.

“Rest assured! When Sect Leader Neng brings all the disciples to Yanwu, I’ll prepare for your breakthrough. It only takes seven days at the fastest and one month at the slowest, but I will definitely make you break through to the realm of Martial Grandmasters!”

Yunxiao had seen through Neng Feichen’s physical condition. It was because of old age, weak physique, and weakening vitality that he could not touch the bottleneck. By injecting a large amount of life force into him with the Thousandwood Rejuvenation array, and with the aid of medicinal pills, he would have a great chance to make the breakthrough.

Neng Feichen was relieved when he heard that. After sending Yunxiao out of the mountain range, he rushed to prepare for the move.

Yunxiao returned to his Tigerking chariot and was about to go back to the city. But suddenly, a Bluewolf chariot flew in front of him, on top of which stood a young man with only the cultivation base of a three-stars Great Martial Master. The man was shocked when he saw so many chariots in the sky, and he said in a soft, timid voice, “May I know if you all are from the Dhyana Sect?”

Yunxiao frowned. He sensed a familiar aura from the young man. “Yes, we are. Who are you?”

The young man had a look of relief on his face, and only then did his voice turn loud. “I’m Fu Juncai from the Supreme Palace. I’m here to deliver an invitation to your Sect Leader.”

Supreme Palace?

Sure enough!

Yunxiao’s pupils constricted. The aura he sensed from the young man was exactly the same as Li Yi’s extremely cold aura. They were of the same legacy, identical to that of Qi Zhenzi, Yi Xiaoshan, and Li Yi, and the only difference was their strength. The aura was no stranger to him in his previous and present lives; it was his sworn enemy in his previous life, Beiming family’s unique mystic art. He wondered why it appeared in an unknown sect in a small southern state.

He gathered his mind as ge narrowed his eyesand said with a cool look, “What invitation? Did your Palace Master get married or have a new baby?”

“Ah? This…” Fu Juncai smiled and said, “Our deputy Palace Master has advanced into the Six Directions realm and become a Martial Grandmaster, so he wishes to invite nearby friends to celebrate together.” A proud look emerged on his face when he said that, and he instinctively held his head a little bit higher. After all, he was quite familiar with Dhyana Sect, and he knew this sect did not have a Martial Grandmaster.

“An invitation to celebrate someone making a breakthrough? Does Dhyana Sect know Supreme Palace very well?” A puzzled look appeared on Yunxiao’s face, and he wondered if the two sects were indeed very close.

But, Yunxiao’s puzzled look appeared completely different in Fu Juncai’s eyes; it seemed to him that this lad was looking down on his sect!

He froze at first, then his face instantly grew dark. It was an unspoken rule to invite all nearby sects to congratulate one after one made a breakthrough, and the purpose was nothing more than to show off and deter others, and at the same time, accept gifts. In fact, all the sects in Firecrow Empire, regardless of their sizes and starting from Jutian Sect, had been doing this all the while. And whether a sect would be invited depended on whether it had the qualification or not.

Fu Juncai could not believe that Dhyana Sect, a small sect hidden in a remote corner, was so ungrateful. If he had not been frightened by the more than thirty chariots, he would have shouted at them. He glanced at them with his divine sense and found that apart from a few people whom he could not see through, most of the others only had ordinary cultivation bases. And when he thought of his background, he grew bolder. “What do you mean? Is the Supreme Palace not qualified to invite you? Where is Sect Leader Neng Feichen? Get him here, I want to talk to him!”

When he saw none of the few hundred people make a sound after he mentioned Neng Feichen, he grew even bolder. ‘After all, they are afraid of Supreme Palace’s fierce reputation,’ he thought triumphantly in his head. Meanwhile, he held his head higher and said coldly, “This invitation is to hand over to Neng Feichen himself. Can you bear the responsibility if this is delayed?”

Yunxiao shook his head slightly as he smiled and said, “No, we can’t bear the responsibility. You can just give me the invitation. Oh, your Bluewolf chariot looks good, I want it as well. Also, there is something about the Supreme Palace that I do not quite understand, so I need you to explain it to me. Come over here, we’ll talk as we go back.”

Before Fu Juncai could understand what happened, he saw a figure flash in front of him and felt someone slap him on the shoulder. In the next moment, he was lifted by Hong Bing and brought over to Yunxiao. Meanwhile, his Bluewolf chariot was put away by Yunxiao with just a few incantation gestures.

He cried out in horror, “What…What are you doing? Do you know I’m from Supreme Palace?” He could not believe a mere Dhyana Sect dared to lay hands on him.

Yunxiao did not answer but just smiled and said, “Let’s go back to Yanwu.”

“Yanwu? The city of Yanwu?” Fu Juncai paused a moment, then he said in shock, “You are not from Dhyana Sect?!”

Yunxiao smiled. “We are not from the Dhyana Sect, but the Dhyana Sect belongs to us. I’m very curious about your Supreme Palace. Come, let’s have a chat!”

Fu Juncai, “…”