Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 659 The harvest from the hunt in the East China Sea was so abundant!
The waves crashed against the shore, stirring up a faint salty smell.

Nie Duanqiu, who was sitting cross-legged on the shore, looked up, and the Chixiao Sword at his waist rang slightly.

Across from them, Qinglan, the demon-suppressing envoy of the Demon-Suppressing Division, was embedding a demon core into a gourd: "The sword intent is too pungent; it should be tempered with the vapor of the Overturning Sea Pearl."

He flicked his fingers across the surface, and a wisp of blue mist enveloped the area.

Nie Duanqiu immediately felt the sluggishness, as if he were being dragged by the Xuan Turtle, vanish, and the sound of the waves flowed through his meridians, transforming into a sword technique.

"Thank you for your guidance, senior!" Nie Duanqiu respectfully clasped his hands in a fist salute.

Qinglan waved her hand, looked at the distant sea, and murmured softly, "Youth is wonderful, sharp as a sword. I too once roamed the world with my sword, but alas..."

His words were subdued, and a hint of melancholy appeared on his face.

Nie Duanqiu looked up at Qinglan.

Now he has no sword in his hand, but uses a folding fan.

Rumors say that the people in the Zhen Tian Division are all unapproachable, but now, sitting opposite me, this powerful expert in the Xiaoyao Realm seems to be different from the rumors, and is actually very approachable.

Moreover, it is said that the Zhen Tian Si is subordinate to the Black Ice Platform and is a lackey of the Qin Dynasty court, acting in a ruthless and vicious manner.

What I saw today were the dignified bearing of these people from the Heavenly Guard, far from the stereotyped image circulating in the marketplace.

It seems that many things can only be truly understood through personal experience.

On the nearby shore, new recruits gathered, and noise could be heard from time to time.

On a flat spot on the reef, a campfire was burning.

Beside the campfire, Mo Xuan, the deputy commander of the Demon Suppression Guard, unfastened his black iron breastplate, the dragon tattoo on his chest gleaming blue under the influence of demonic energy: "Back when I captured that thousand-year-old snow dragon in the Cold Abyss, I used the Demon-Binding Rope to strangle it by its seven-inch mark and drag it for three hundred miles..."

A thousand-year-old snow dragon.

It was dragged for three hundred miles.

Mo Xuan's story was so mysterious that the soldiers sitting around the campfire couldn't help but prick up their ears and straighten their bodies, afraid that the sound of the waves would drown out the story.

The deputy head of the Spirit Array Division, carrying a wine jar, pushed through the crowd and looked at Mo Xuan, who was gathered around the bonfire and talking animatedly.

"Old Mo, last time you said the Demon-Sealing Tower was suppressing a seven-headed, eight-tailed ghost bird, were you just bragging?"

His words aroused curiosity among the soldiers and sword cultivators.

The Ghost Bird, that's a legendary ancient species.

Mo Xuan sneered and flicked his sleeve. Suddenly, a bird's cry that pierced the eardrums came from the shadow of the tower, startling the waves that surged back three feet.

Its piercing cry is truly terrifying; it's a ghost bird!

"Be gentle! The demon soul scared away my medicinal ingredient!" The Poison Lady, the deputy head of the Secret Medicine Department, rushed over with a jade pot in her hand. Her silver needles pierced the tower shadow with precision, and she actually pulled out a wisp of bluish-gray demon soul from the void. "Gui Cheyu can refine thirty Qingxin Pills, consider it compensation."

Mo Xuan muttered a few curses under his breath and turned his head away.

Only after the Poisonous Lady turned and left did the geomancer come over and nudge Mo Xuan.

"Old Mo, you can tolerate this?"

"I get it, you want to eat fish."

Aren't you afraid—

He stopped speaking before he could finish.

In the mud and sand in front of him, a blood-red spider brandished its long claws and burrowed into the ground.

Not far away, Lu Tianshu, the head of the Demon Suppression Division, stood with his arms crossed, his expression calm.

Ahead, the Sword Sect disciples, who were sitting in a circle, scraped the flesh off the Bone-Eating Fish, then arranged the jade-white fish bones neatly and placed them aside.

According to several craftsmen from the Ministry of Works, these fish bones can be used to forge flying swords.

Elder Pei Lie stroked his beard, looking at the disciples' sword sheaths stained with the smell of cooking fires, and suddenly chuckled: "Who would have thought that the 100,000 flying swords of the Nine Yang disciples would one day be competing with the Bone-Eating Fishbone Thorn?" As the sound of the waves gradually subsided, Yao Puti condensed the poisonous miasma into a green veil and covered the sleeping recruits with it.

The campfire flickered in the sea breeze. Suddenly, a sword cultivator disciple struck the rhythm with his demonic bone. The Canglang sword intent mixed with the clanging of chains, composing a rugged East Sea Nocturne.

As the tides rose and fell, none of the 50,000 new soldiers realized that their own blood and energy were resonating with the Zhenhai Pillar, like a sleeping young dragon coiled within the bronze array patterns.

Zhang Yuan stood on the edge of the cliff, looking at the top of the tallest bronze pillar on Zhenhai Island.

A moment later, he turned his head and looked at the stars and campfire reflected on the sea.

Fifty thousand personal guards set off from Donghan County, followed by a force of one hundred thousand sword cultivators, which gave them some confidence in their patrol of the East Sea.

Then, the Heavenly Division of the East Sea Town displayed its strength. The scene of the three divisions working together to sweep away the sea monsters shocked everyone and gave them even more courage.

Only in this way could they dare to participate in cleaning up the battlefield and help kill the dying monsters.

Actually, even though those demonic beasts were suppressed by the poisonous miasma and spirit array and were almost powerless to fight back, they were still quite dangerous.

Especially those sea monsters that are several meters tall, they could crush a person to death with just a single roll.

"At least it has some blood from the East China Sea."

"The start was decent enough."

Zhang Yuan's words brought a sense of relief to Yin Jiuyou's face behind him.

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The waters outside Zhenhai Island.

As the rising sun pierced through the sea mist, Zhang Yuan, standing on the top deck of the Zhenhai Ship, gathered purple energy in his palm.

As the Dragon Sparrow Blade sheath gently tapped the railing, the sound of metal clashing suddenly resounded throughout the sea.

The soldiers and sword cultivators who were resting in the cabin all rushed out and stood on the deck.

Where is the craftsman of the weapon-refining workshop?

Behind Zhang Yuan, Luo Hongxiu let out a long shout.

Mu Changchuan, the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Works, stepped forward quickly, holding a jade register: "Reporting to the Marquis, yesterday we collected 17,300 main bodies of various levels of demon beasts."

"There are 4,800 sets of Xuan Turtle plastrons, which can be used to forge the Sea-Suppressing Shield."

"The nine-headed black dragon has two hundred and seventy reverse scales, enough to forge a wave-slaying spear."

"Three thousand nine hundred and sixty Sea-Covering Pearls were combined with the main ingredient of Dragon-Tiger Pill, and one hundred and twenty thousand pieces of Bone-Eating Fish King Sword Bone were used to make the flying sword embryo."

As the measuring ruler in his sleeve emitted a blue light, a dense list of spiritual materials was projected into the air:
"Two hundred and thirty-nine thousand catties of Xuan-grade spiritual materials were piled up, including eighty thousand cubic meters of coral chalcedony to set up a spiritual array, thirty thousand thunder-winged tiger teeth embedded with thunder crossbow bolts, and nine thousand catties of red-bearded lobster shells to be boiled into a wound medicine."

"Three thousand pieces of earth-grade spiritual materials, two thousand four hundred hundred-year-old demon cores were put into the medicine cauldron, four hundred soul-devouring pearls were used to refine the soul-capturing banner, and eight dragon spinal cords were used to forge the seven-star array eye pestle."

As the pages turned, indigo waves suddenly surged up in the nearshore waters.

The four newly formed coral reefs have been marked with the "Spirit Gathering and Rejuvenation Array" by the Secret Medicine Department and are continuously nurturing mineral deposits.

Mu Changchuan's voice still echoed on the deck.

The world's spiritual materials are classified into four grades: Heaven, Earth, Profound, and Mortal. Above these are legendary grades such as Daoist, Desolate, Immortal, and God.

In fact, the quality of these treasures is mostly determined by the weapon refiners themselves, because many ancient traditions have long been lost.

“Senior Brother Nie, if you do the math, this is probably equivalent to half a year’s worth of the Great Wei’s national treasury…” Nine Yang Sword Sect disciple Wang Ming crushed a three-inch-long piece of blood jade coral in his palm, and saw that the dark gold liquid droplet actually condensed into a small sword phantom in his palm.

Nie Duanqiu's Adam's apple bobbed as he looked up at the sky. The Xuan Turtle Shells piled on the decks of the twelve sea-crossing ships gleamed with a bronze luster: "Eight thousand Xuan Jiao Breastplates alone are worth a million gold, not to mention the more than four thousand Sea-Covering Pearls."

"Yesterday's battle was worth no less than five million gold!"

The harvest from the hunt in the East China Sea was so abundant!
(End of this chapter)