Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 628 Wu Daoling, the number one on the Heavenly Ranking, wants to see Marquis Qingyang.
Su Jing looked up, the veins on his hand gripping his sword bulging: "Your Majesty, the northern border troops can cross Tianhai Pass at any time!"

Lu Jun glanced at the map of the Eastern Wei territory hanging to the side, his gaze fixed on the location of the Yuncang River estuary: "If we set fire to this place again..."

"Not urgent."

Emperor Yuankang narrowed his eyes, looking at the soaring sword light in the light screen: "Let this Nine Yang Sword Immortal refine a few more pillar stones for my Great Qin!"

Only the Emperor of Qin would dare to say that the top spot on the Heavenly Ranking would be used to hone the pillars of the Qin Dynasty.

Only the Emperor of Qin had the confidence to say such a thing.

At this moment, on the stone steps of the back garden of the Donghan County government, Wen Liu, dressed in a black robe, sat upright with a long sword with a goose feather on his knee.

Beside him was Chen Wu, whose leg was wrapped in a grayish-white plaster cast and whose face was somewhat pale.

The two men smiled as they watched the county officials and military officers rushing about in the front hall.

"Our lord, really..."

"Twenty-two grandmasters blocked the Nine Yang Sword Immortal, and you single-handedly entered Eastern Wei to save 100,000 people. When it comes to stirring up the world, is there anyone who can compare to you, Lord Marquis?" Wen Liu gripped the scabbard in his hand, his eyes filled with barely suppressed excitement.

He has been staying at the prefectural governor's residence for the past few days, and he has learned about many news items as soon as they are available.

As for Chen Wu, he was injured when Blood River Ancestor and Lu Wenzhao assassinated Marquis Zhang Yuan of Qingyang. His injuries have not yet healed, but he is still enduring the pain and guarding the back hall every day.

Chen Wu grinned and looked up at the setting sun.

"Three years ago, when the Marquis took charge of the Black Ice Guard in the three towns of the Northwest, do you remember how he razed Blood Wolf Valley to the ground?"

"Three thousand bandits, along with displaced people, besieged Yongchang County. The Marquis rode alone into the stronghold to negotiate the ransom, and as they talked..."

"In the course of our conversation, we ended up hanging seventeen bandit leaders from flagpoles and setting them on fire." Wen Liu replied instinctively, his fingertips stroking the hilt of his knife, a smile unconsciously appearing on his face.

Back then, when they roamed freely in the Northwest with Zhang Yuan, they dared to charge into battle with thirty riders and kill a grandmaster with a hundred riders.

How carefree those days were!
Suddenly, a thunderclap rolled across the sky outside the hall, and the rain curtain was torn apart by the strong wind and pounded against the window frame.

Wen Liu stared at the golden clouds hanging from the eaves and suddenly chuckled: "Three years ago, when the Marquis killed someone in the Northwest, many people said that his murderous aura was too strong and that it might damage his karma."

"now what?"

"I'm afraid that from today onwards, all the storytellers in the Eastern Territory will sing of how the Marquis entered the Eastern Wei capital alone, and how the prayers of 100,000 people dyed the heavenly thunder purple-gold."

"Such courage, Lord Marquis..." Chen Wu struggled to get up. He turned to look into the distance, his eyes reflecting the twenty-two Grandmaster-level aura pillars soaring into the sky from the direction of the Northern Border.

"If I, Chen Wu, cannot follow you to the death, how will I have the face to meet my ancestors a hundred years from now?"

"Commander Wen, do you still remember what the Marquis said when he arranged for us to come to the Eastern Territory before he entered the capital?"

Onew's hand, gripping the knife, bulged with veins, and he muttered to himself, "He once said..."

"I've heard that the martial arts world in the Eastern Territory is in turmoil. I wonder if I, Zhang, could go there and protect the martial arts world?"

"When the Marquis arrives in the Eastern Border, his mission goes far beyond simply guarding the martial world..."

Onew smiled and sighed softly.

In the back hall, Zhao Yu listened to the conversation outside, pushed open the carved wooden window, looked towards the direction of Eastern Wei, and smiled faintly.

"This guy always likes to do these risky things..."

The smile in Zhao Yu's eyes held a hint of helplessness and a touch of bewilderment.

What attracted her most about Zhang Yuan was precisely this sense of responsibility that made him indifferent to life and death.
She looked up and could vaguely see a golden pillar of light shooting into the sky from the direction of Eagle Falling Gorge.

Luoying Gorge.

Wu Daoling crushed the eighth sword spirit fragment that attacked him with his fingertips, and suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of Eastern Wei.

The golden crow phantom behind him suddenly froze, and the once-boiling Yuncang River was frozen by the sword intent, revealing a mirror-like stillness.

What incredible sword intent!

“Zhang Qingyang…” The purple aura of merit rising into the sky from the direction of Dongtai Mountain was reflected deep in his pupils, and the white hair at his temples moved without wind. “How dare you.”

The last two words, accompanied by a trembling hum of sword spirit, caused the flying swords beneath the feet of 800,000 sword cultivators to hum in unison.

The streaks of fire falling from the rift in the sky were drawn by the sword energy around him, condensing behind him into nine counter-clockwise rotating crimson-gold sword wheels. "Clang!"

The Azure Sword suddenly detached three inches from its sheath, and the ancient seal script of the Nine Yang Sword Manual on its spine lit up one by one.

Meng Haoran, who was fighting alongside Lei Hao ten miles away, groaned and retreated violently, his sword cracked from a distance.

"Using me as bait to lure the Blood River Demon?" Wu Daoling stroked the charred lightning strike marks on the hilt of his sword, the marks left three days ago when he took the Yin-Yang Fish of the Purple City Daoist. "How can such a thing be true in Yongtian Continent!"

The last half of the sentence suddenly transformed into a sword cry, and the nine crimson gold sword wheels exploded with a deafening roar.

The shattered sword light pierced through the twenty-two pillars of Grandmaster Qi, tearing a hundred-foot gap in Lu Tianshu's newly formed Big Dipper Formation.

Eight hundred thousand sword cultivators simultaneously vomited blood, and the Canglang Sword Formation beneath their feet showed signs of collapse for the first time.

With a direct clash, the sword energy emanating from Wu Daoling became even more intense.

"listen."

Wu Daoling flicked his sleeve, deflecting the crimson iron spear thrown by Tie Qianshan, his fingertips drawing a scorch mark in the air that seemed never to heal.

The sword mark runs from Luoying Gorge straight towards the Eastern Wei imperial city, and the clouds, mountains, and rivers along the way are all engraved with the "Nine Suns" fire pattern.

Tell Zhang Qingyang—

He walked towards the boiling Yuncang River, stepping on the sword marks. With each flap of the wings of the golden crow behind him, a pillar of Grandmaster aura dimmed by three points. "I will wait for him at Yinma Plain for three days."

If no one is seen by dawn three days later...

With a light spin of his sword, Wu Daoling stirred up the hundred-mile stretch of river water. In the rising mist, he brushed his fingers across the throat of the phantom, and thunderclouds surged in the direction of Donghan County.

"I will take these twenty-two Grandmaster heads—" He turned to look at Lei Hao, whose expression had suddenly changed, and a chilling smile appeared on his lips, "to build him a Netherworld Sword Tomb!"

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Above officialdom.

Inside the wooden frame.

Zhang Yuan sat cross-legged with a calm expression.

"My lord, Wu Daoling has been hiding his true strength."

Yin Jiuyou, sitting opposite Zhang Yuan, had an extremely solemn expression.

Lu Tianshu and others sent a message that Wu Daoling wanted Marquis Qingyang to meet him at Yinma Plain.

Before the Eagle Falling Gorge, Wu Daoling displayed a combat power capable of suppressing twenty-two Grandmasters.

With such cultivation, if Marquis Qingyang were to go to see Wu Daoling, it would be tantamount to sending himself to his death.

“My lord, three days is enough time to gather a million border troops of the Great Qin.” Yin Jiuyou lowered his voice. “When the army surrounds us, even if Wu Daoling is the Nine Yang Sword Immortal, he will die without a burial place.”

The Qin army was invincible.

A million-strong army forms a battle formation, capable of destroying the heavens and the earth with a single strike.

"He wouldn't dare kill me."

Zhang Yuan chuckled and shook his head.

Turning his head to look at the long line of young men behind the car, Zhang Yuan slowly narrowed his eyes.

"If he kills me, the heavens will retaliate, and I will be caught between life and death."

The number one on the Heavenly Ranking, the Nine Yang Sword Immortal, is someone who has already touched upon the rules governing the operation of the Heavenly Dao.

Although he was not an emperor, he was already someone who could draw the favor of Heaven.

Zhang Yuan dared to confront Wu Daoling because he was certain that Wu Daoling wouldn't dare to kill him.

Wu Daoling, ranked first on the Heavenly List, wants to meet with Marquis Qingyang.

The news spread from Eagle Fall Gorge and reached most of the eastern region within half a day.

(End of this chapter)