leonardwarren Chapter 114 Daoist Scripture
Chapter 114 Daoist Scripture
The discussion of Aries ended with a sarcastic remark.
The tone was arrogant.
However, he still restrained his killing intent. His spirit raised his hand and summoned an invisible force that lifted the silver token tightly held in the unconscious Yin Wuji's hand into the air.
The blood-stained silver token fell into the spirit's palm.
The blood was still dripping down.
Aries toyed with the silver token for a moment, then glanced at the two heavily injured people on the ground, a disdainful smile curving his lips.
His figure flickered and transformed into a streak of light.
They disappeared into the carriage.
The silver token also crashed through the silk curtain and flew inside, leaving a bloodstain on the curtain.
"As for the county magistrate, I'll accept this silver token. Let's return home!"
"Yes, Your Excellency obeys!"
Seeing this, the county magistrate, not daring to be negligent in the slightest, immediately shouted at the clerk beside him:
"Remember this! The Aries prince is number one in martial arts! Write this down quickly!"
The clerk, his hands trembling, hastily recorded this non-existent achievement on the register.
Upon hearing the order to return, Lunsajia coldly glanced at the training ground and waved his hand.
The carriage slowly started moving.
The demon soldiers sheathed their weapons, their faces displaying an arrogance and contempt even more pronounced than when they arrived.
They roughly used their weapons to drive away the crowd that wasn't blocking their way, as if they were only doing this to escort the carriage.
The entire convoy drove off the training ground in a very casual manner.
Inside and outside the training ground, there was a deathly silence.
The crowd watched silently as the convoy departed.
That silence held a suppressed rage powerful enough to consume everything.
All the onlookers, whether commoners or warriors, whether close to or hostile to the Kang and Yin families, felt an indescribable sense of frustration.
They watched in silence the magnificent carriage, the obsequious magistrate, and the arrogant demon soldiers.
But no one dared to utter a sound.
No one dared to move.
Wang Jingyi's face was ashen, his fists clenched, but he ultimately said nothing. He had a mission to lead the righteous army and dared not make any big moves. Moreover, Lun Saga was of equal strength to him, and if they started fighting, everyone nearby would suffer.
He waved his hand, signaling the county soldiers to come up on stage and carry the seriously injured Kang Yizhi and Yin Wuji off, back to their respective families so they could treat them themselves.
Liu Sheng watched the whole process.
His face was calm, and one could not even tell how angry he was—or rather, just not tell.
In Ling Tong's vision, the area surrounding Aries' spirit was entirely filled with red light.
Powerful, dazzling, cold, and aloof.
With his current cultivation level of just the eighth rank, he was probably no different from an ant in front of such an existence.
A sense of powerlessness, only a deep sense of powerlessness.
Is this the current state of martial artists? Countless human disciples study and practice diligently year after year, through all seasons, to become rank-one martial artists.
But in front of these demon nobles, not only was their status inferior, but their strength was also pitifully weak.
Moreover, this demon race also possesses a technique called "Daoist Arts." According to my memories from my previous life, this "Dao" is no ordinary technique. How could it be a demon race's technique?
How could someone control ice and have their soul leave their body?
Can humans cultivate?
Moreover, if it weren't for the long-standing feud between the Kang and Yin families, Yin Wuji wouldn't have been targeted first.
If we were discussing Aries earlier, and what they wanted was his silver token, should we give it to them or not?
wrong!
Would General Wang Jingyi and his master just stand by and watch him be bullied like this?
Hmm, Master?
Liu Sheng looked up and then noticed.
While everyone's attention was drawn to the departing convoy, Master Gao Huang had already left the rooftop where they had been.
At this moment, the afterglow of the setting sun gilded the gray roof tiles with a dim golden edge.
Only the empty wine jug remained in its place.
Furthermore, it was completely empty.
Master... is gone.
I wonder when he left. Did he see what just happened?
Liu Sheng's heart skipped a beat, a surge of indescribable anticipation mixed with a bloody premonition welling up inside him.
He looked down at the cold silver token in his hand.
At this moment, even Yin Ling seemed to feel humiliated.
……
The sun is setting.
The sky was a dark red.
Crescent Moon County, Bajiguan Hall lobby.
The table was set with braised beef and simple dishes, but no one touched their chopsticks.
Lu You polished his steel spikes, making each one shine.
Yang Hongliu rested her chin on her hand, unusually silent, staring blankly out the door, her eyes slightly red.
Liu Sheng's fingertips touched the Bagua diagram in his arms. The smooth touch could not dispel the gloom in his heart.
Only the three of them remained in the entire martial arts school.
The cheers, humiliation, bloodshed, arrogance, and silence on the training ground... scene after scene replayed before their eyes, lingering there.
Suddenly, they came into view.
A white figure appeared gracefully.
It's Gao Huang!
He was dressed in white, his footsteps were silent and his steps were unhurried, and he walked straight over.
The same demon mask was still on his right shoulder.
The robes were snow-white and spotless.
It was as if they were just returning from an after-dinner walk.
If his hands weren't holding two bloody sheep heads.
"Thump, thud!"
Gao Huang simply threw the two sheep heads onto the hall floor.
Two heads, with dark red blood that had not yet fully congealed flowing slowly from the severed necks, were slowly trickling down the cracks in the floor.
Lu You and Yang Hongliu froze instantly, their pupils shrinking to pinpoints, and their breathing completely stopped.
Liu Sheng felt his whole body trembling, his scalp tingling, and his ears ringing.
These two heads can be distinguished with a little effort.
not difficult to see.
It was during the daytime, in the provincial examination, that Lun Baiyang and Lun Sajia were the stars of the show on the arena.
Considering the strength and rank of the two individuals.
Then look at Gao Huang's calm face and clean robes.
All of this seemed so unreal to Liu Sheng.
During the day, he did have a slight suspicion, but at the time he thought it was absurd.
Now, this conjecture is presented to him in the most bloody and direct way.
Just as the three were caught off guard, Gao Huang raised his hand again and threw something out.
He threw it into Liu Sheng's arms.
It was an object wrapped in luxurious silk. Liu Sheng quickly opened the package and found a thin booklet inside, its edges splattered with brownish-red bloodstains.
And the cover of the booklet.
It turned out to be two characters from the Great Qian Dynasty—
The Daoist Classic.
Liu Sheng's hands, holding the booklet, trembled uncontrollably.
If he had only some doubts before, now that he saw these two characters from the Great Qian Dynasty, he was almost certain.
What Aries used in his lifetime was not some kind of sorcery, but a legitimate human tradition.
It's even quite possible that this "Taoist Scripture" is actually aimed at the path of cultivating immortality!
"Liu Sheng, obey my command."
"Disciple is here!"
Upon hearing his master's order, Liu Sheng immediately saluted, knelt on one knee, and bowed to receive the command.
"By order of the commander-in-chief, Liu Sheng, the squad leader, is to go to Guazhou in three days to infiltrate the iron mine as an ordinary miner, ascertain the truth of the intelligence, and then report back to General Wang Jingyi."
"Your disciple... obeys the order!"