"Brother Li, this item is not simple..."
Wang Daoxuan stroked his beard and said, "According to ancient texts, there are rumors that dragon horns co in five colors, corresponding to the Five Qi, and have cloud and thunder patterns."
"However, once a dragon, this divine creature, takes shape, it transforms into Dragon Energy, changing in size with no physical form."
"So what the ancient texts refer to is most likely the Flood Dragon Horn."
"Judging by the color of this item, it should be gold. The Black Flood Dragon belongs to water. Gold and water mutually generate; it makes sense. If this poor Daoist is not mistaken, it can definitely be forged into a Divine Weapon!"
Ding!
Li Yan flicked it with his finger, shook his head, and said sternly, "No matter how good the item is, it cannot be touched for now."
"Most of the credit for slaying the flood dragon goes to Zhenwu Palace. If we were to hide this item, it would break the rules. We must clarify things first."
"Ah, this... this loss is huge!"
Sha Lifei looked full of reluctance, sighing despondently.
But there was no choice; these were the rules set when the team was ford. Besides, since others were responsible for slaying the dragon, it wouldn’t be good to hide it privately.
Such a high-level treasure could easily lead to a dispute.
Li Yan hesitated for a mont and said nothing.
This item, he actually contributed not insignificantly to it.
But the matter of slaying the flood dragon in a dream was indeed extraordinary.
On one hand, if told, it was likely no one would believe it.
On the other hand, there were many peculiarities involved.
Since it was a task from the Yin Bureau, why was there no reaction when encountering Lord Black Scales before?
Only after being struck by lightning was the task received.
What exactly happened during this ti?
In the dream, the power of the Soul Hook was relied upon to slay the dragon. Even though this item was a Divine Skill of Luo Feng Mountain, it had been re-refined by the power of the Thunder Departnt.
Nine Heavens Yinyuan Mansion, the Supre Yuqing King.
There was a great figure behind all this...
Moreover, at that ti, the Mortal God inside the Yang Si General Temple deliberately commanded the surrounding fish and turtles to bring the dragon’s head, giving him the chance to obtain it.
General Yang Si is not an ordinary god.
Not just in Ezhou, Xiangxi, but almost anywhere in the south with water has a Yang Si General Temple.
It surely wasn’t because he’s good-looking that this thing was sent over.
All these mysteries made Li Yan sowhat inexplicably worried.
Suddenly, soone ran up outside the cabin, a soldier they had rescued earlier, who cupped his fists and said anxiously, "Young Hero Li, the navy has arrived. We must return to the ranks and leave!"
"How many ca?"
"A lot!"
"Oh?"
Li Yan and his companions exchanged glances and imdiately walked out of the cabin.
"How... why are there so many people?"
As Sha Lifei ca out, he exclaid in surprise.
The Man River they were on was not large, so those large Jiujang-style patrol boats could not enter, only dium-sized warships ca.
Three abreast would clog the river channel, so they were arranged in a line.
Looking out, flags fluttered, extending far beyond sight.
Li Yan understood and said calmly, "It looks like the war over in Yunyang has ended, and they’re heading south to attack Tusi City."
Their large ship was not small in size, though roughly built, it was obviously not civilian, plus there were soldiers shouting, naturally attracting inspection.
"So it’s Young Hero Li."
The one boarding the ship turned out to be an acquaintance, a confidant of the Magistrate of Yunyang, Wang from the Hundred Households of Jiao State.
"Wang from the Hundred Households, what is this?"
"The remnants of the Heavenly Saint Sect are still around, we’re ordered to exterminate them and prevent their escape, joining forces with Tusi City."
"The Heavenly Saint has already revived, and there are quite a few experts..."
"Rest assured, this ti both the Ministry of War and Wudang Mountain have sent experts to assist. It is said that the Master of Wudang has also descended personally."
"Young Hero Li, your task is well accomplished. The forr Magistrate is very pleased and asks you to collect your rewards in Yunyang Prefecture..."
After so casual chat and handing over the scattered soldiers, Wang from the Hundred Households took his leave and continued on with the army.
"Look quickly!"
Sha Lifei suddenly pointed towards the sky.
It was already dusk, with ominous clouds still hanging low. A small black dot was seen glowing faintly, flying towards where they ca from.
"It’s Lu Ban’s Wooden Sparrow,"
Li Yan smiled, "It seems the Mo Sect has cracked the fuel stone oil. If such a thing existed earlier, we might not have gotten this lucrative task."
...
Their giant ship, without sails or oars, was unsuitable for navigation, so they exchanged it for a small pleasure boat to continue their journey.
Once out of the Man River and into the Han River, the scene grew larger.
Tower ships, ng Chongs, battle ships, fast boats, Eagle Ships... countless vessels sailed grandly down the river.
The clouds hung low, the night had fallen, the lights on the ships were dense, resembling stars, stretching to the horizon.
This scene was truly breathtaking.
The Great Xuan Dynasty was at its peak, with troops across the Divine State, including those guarding the borders, reaching two million in number.
But moving an army isn’t that simple.
More troops are needed to defend the borders and various states.
This ti, mobilizing a force of two hundred thousand troops with extensive use of firearms required a massive amount of resources, unprecedented in years.
Everyone stood watching until all the troops departed by ship, finally coming to their senses.
"Tsk tsk, this scene..."
Sha Lifei sighed with admiration, then asked, "Little Brother Yan, where shall we go next?"
Li Yan thought briefly before speaking, "The army’s southward march will be obstructed by the Tusi City, and the Yangtze River will inevitably beco a battlefield."
"Let’s return to Yunyang for now, take a rest there, receive our reward, and decide our next steps based on the situation."
Having said that, he adjusted the sails and headed towards Yunyang...
...
The dark night saw the clouds finally disperse, revealing the bright moonlight.
"Kill!"
On the mountain path, torches ford long dragons.
The remaining soldiers of the Heavenly Saint Sect ran frantically.
With the tide receding, they finally had a path, planning to cross mountains from Yuan’an to Dangyang, then over the river to escape to Tusi City.
The road ahead was long, and they had to force their way through several checkpoints. Who knows how many would die or be injured, but they had no other choice.
Unexpectedly, Yunyang Prefecture’s army suddenly moved south, sent ten thousand reinforcents, and coordinated with Baokang’s garrison to pursue.
Bam bam bam!
Gunfire erupted behind them, occasionally soone fell to the ground.
Above, bamboo thunder arrows whistled.
With each loud explosion, mangled limbs scattered.
The remaining forces of the Heavenly Saint Sect were completely in despair.
In the dense forest, fierce fighting continued.
Experts dispatched by the Ministry of War and Zhenwu Palace Daoists joined forces to slaughter the frenzied Demon Army one by one.
In the distant barren mountains, figures soared through the forest, using the Divine Skills to traverse treetops.
These were the experts of the Heavenly Saint Sect and Ghost Sect.
At this mont, whether it’s the Right Minister or Left Minister, even Wang Hu and others, all looked bewildered, occasionally glancing back.
The foundation painstakingly built over years was now completely gone.
Though they could seek refuge in Tusi City, without troops, they would likely speak without confidence.
As for the Ghost Sect followers, their faces remained calm.
They didn’t care how many from the Heavenly Saint Church died; once they entered Tusi City, they had ways to seize power.
"Stop!"
At that mont, the Heavenly Saint Elder suddenly raised his hand, stopping everyone, then looked ahead with a grim expression, "Since you’re here, why not show yourself?"
Hearing this, the others beca alert.
The Heavenly Saint Elder Xiao Tianxiong was once among the Ten Grandmasters. Though he had recently been resurrected, his Dao and cultivation hadn’t been restored, but his vision and experience were intact, he must have noticed sothing.
Indeed, on the hill ahead, clouds suddenly rose, revealing three figures dressed in Daoist robes, holding Magic Sword Order Flags, each with white hair, exuding powerful auras.
Especially the leading figure, tall and slender, in a luxurious Daoist robe, narrow eyes, wearing a Sky-reaching Crown, his hair black and white.
In his hand was a Treasure Sword emitting a radiant glow in the dark, bearing an ancient form, extrely sharp, with copper-inlaid characters "Zhenwu" on the verdant scabbard.
"Zhenwu Sword, it’s Wudang’s Master Yu Chanzi!"
Right Minister and several others, including Master Huang, felt chills down their spines.
Wudang’s Yu Chanzi, with the Dao reaching the Seventh Layer, although his martial cultivation was slightly inferior and not listed among the Ten Grandmasters, his spells alone were enough to subdue Wudang’s Qi Fortune.
And this was from ten years ago.
He hadn’t descended from the mountain in years; who knew what level he had reached by now.
"Run!"
Without a word, Master Huang turned his body, transforming into a rolling black smoke, using an Escape Technique that damaged his foundation to flee.
Everyone else did the sa.
Even the Heavenly Saint Elder fled reluctantly.
Back in the day, he had fought against Zhang Sanfeng, but now encountering the opponent’s disciple’s disciple, he had to flee, his heart was filled with resentnt...
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