427: Chapter 177: The Heroes Rise to Stir the World!
(End of this Volu)_4 427: Chapter 177: The Heroes Rise to Stir the World!
(End of this Volu)_4 The situation had changed, the balance that had originally supported the chaotic world had turned into one of strength and multiple weaknesses.
The aged Great Emperor of Ying Country had drawn his sword along with his strongest Divine General, setting their sights on the world.
The old heroes rushed to their final battlefield, while the young prodigies began to reveal their fangs one by one.
…
Dang dang dang—!
The clear sound of a gong attracted everyone’s attention.
This was a pass in Chen Country, and all who wished to leave this place for another direction had to pass through here.
The storyteller was talking about the bustling sacrificial ceremony.
Talking about kings and nobles, talking about talented scholars and beautiful ladies, talking about the world’s strife, talking about old heroes still possessing fierce spirits, talking about Yue Pengwu as the roc spreads its wings, talking about the treacherous official Tantai Xianming being beheaded, with his severed head rolling on the ground, fascinating all listeners, who simply applauded in approval.
A young man stretched out his hand and laid down so copper coins.
“Boss, the bill.”
He had bought three at buns, he had a new ox-drawn cart, and on the cart was a pile of straw where he sat, with a long-haired cat lying on his shoulder, eating his at buns as the cart slowly moved forward.
On the city walls were various notices.
So were from the Martial World, so were for renting houses, so were accusing others of stealing lovers.
So warned not to pour chamber pots out from the second floor.
And the largest was a wanted poster, featuring a man with a beard, soone solemnly said, “Rember this, he’s called Li Guanyi!
Forr mber of the Imperial Guard!”
“He was just fifteen or so, terribly ferocious, killed Tantai Xianming the Pri Minister, and fled after succeeding.
Heard he also stord the city gates, fierce indeed.”
The surrounding people looking at the poster of the man with a panther head and ringed eyes, bearded: “This, fifteen years old?”
“Not even twenty-five could look this mature.”
The one who posted the notice widened his eyes: “Otherwise, how could he do such big things?”
The people questioned: “But how co I look at this, it looks so much like that previous wanted criminal, what’s his na…
Yue Qianfeng?”
So he was kicked away.
Another person put up a list, it was the Martial World ranking list, soone counted one by one: “Little Sword Saint Xu Huixiang erged from seclusion and continuously won battles, now ranked twenty-eight.”
“The madman of the blade ranking also improved.”
“Hmm, that stunning beauty Miss Li also seems to have moved up to rank fifty.”
“Hmm?”
Suddenly soone exclaid in doubt, everyone looked, and discovered a na.
Reciting: “Rank improved, currently ranked thirty-first.”
“Won the martial competition at the Great Ceremony, defeated Geshu Yin, Yuwen Hua, Little Sword Saint Xu Huixiang.”
“Killed Tantai Xianming, saved Yue Pengwu.”
“Fought Lu Youxian, broke through the city and left.”
“Ca with righteousness, returned in satisfaction, enticingly at ease, lawless, indeed a ‘Madman’.”
“Spear Madman!”
“Li Guanyi.”
The ox cart stopped in front of the gate, and the gatekeeper asked the man voraciously eating on top of the cart to co down.
The man handed over a Dudie, and upon seeing that it was one personally given by one of the twenty-four Sacrificial Wine Masters of the Academy, the guard was shocked but casually asked, “Who are you?”
The man lifted his finger, adjusted his hat, revealing a young man.
Sideburns fluttering, wooden hairpin holding his hair, dressed in a starched blue Taoist robe that had faded to white, a jade pendant hanging around his neck, a pine pattern ancient sword fastened at his waist.
Amidst the exclamations at the na of the Spear Madman, the young man gently removed his hat.
“I am Pharmacist Li.”
The world was suffering from a major epidemic!
We must cure it!
“Pharmacist Li, alright, you may pass!”
A dudie of the level of a Sacrificial Wine Master, everyone knew its weight, and thus they hardly cared what was in his ox cart, so the young Taoist rode the cart, leisurely moving into the distance, as behind him the city bustled with life, and young people chased in pursuit, singing with laughter:
“Youth and heroism!”
“United with the five great heroes.
Gall and guts are clear, hairs bristle.
Established in talk, life and death together.”
“A promise, worth a thousand in gold!”
The Golden Scimitar Cavalry of the Western Regions reappeared, the Regent King’s troops took up arms, the fierce tiger in tumultuous tis beca the ruling minister of a country, an astonishingly talented strategist with his own body tore a country apart, while the young genius Think Tank blended into the Turkic ranks, and together with the two princes following the royal and overbearing paths, they headed to the Central Plains.
The young Taoist person looked up at the sky, growing distant.
His sideburns fluttering slightly.
Heroes of the world arise from us!
……
anwhile, in the Jiangnan Eighteen States.
Divine Weapon Murong Mansion.
An old man with white hair finally arrived, the very Siming who had vanished before Li Guanyi’s eyes for several days.
The old gentleman, not skilled in Martial Arts, had sprinted day and night and just made it here, disregarding any Murong family descendants blocking the way, shut your damned gates.
Siming charged all the way to the forbidden area.
He knew what Zu Wenyuan was planning, and also knew the encirclent and assassination that Li Guanyi would face next in the Martial World, conspiracies likely no less sinister than those of the court halls.
The old gentleman directly aid for the biggest source of Vitality.
Kicking the door of the Murong Family’s forbidden area wide open.
While being restrained yet struggling like a salted fish, he shouted:
“Sword Madman Murong Longtu.”
“Your granddaughter and great-grandson, they’re still alive!”
His words hadn’t even fallen before he was dragged away, but the ssage had spread, reaching the Sword Madman, who was in closed-door cultivation, reaching his great old age.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes.
Murong Family, ninety-six mystical weapons, all resonating together.
Divine Charm, shooting to the skies!!!
[End of this volu]
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