447: Chapter 138: Cheng Yaojin Strikes on the Way (Part 1) 447: Chapter 138: Cheng Yaojin Strikes on the Way (Part 1) Xiang Luan raised her hand to stop Oliveira from continuing, “I know what you are about to say, I was there at the scene, how could I not know?
No need to say more.
I will report this matter to my father, the Emperor myself.
Regarding this, no one is allowed to discuss it, and all the prisoners captured in this battle are to be taken back to Milan, with orders to all interrogators to keep their mouths shut.
If anyone dares to leak this matter, don’t blame me for being heartless.
Even if the envoys from the Silver Dragon Clan ask, you cannot reveal anything, understood?” As she spoke, she deliberately glanced at Li Sha by her side.
Grand Sorcerer Yue Hui, standing to one side, asked with some inprehension, “Her Royal Highness The Princess, what exactly happened?
Ye Yinzhu, he…”
Xiang Luan shook her head with some irritation, “Grandfather Yue, please don’t ask any further.
The less people know about this matter, the better.
We can only make a decision after my father, the Emperor, is informed.
But one thing I can be sure of is that Yin Zhu is one of us Milaneses, the bravest mage of our Milan Empire, and it was he who rescued us from the brink of the Ghost Gate.
Go ahead, Oliveira, do as I’ve said.” During the critical moment, Xiang Luan tried her best to keep herself calm, but the deep worry in her eyes could not be hidden from anyone.
Li Sha sat quietly to the side, knowing everything that Xiang Luan knew, and even more clearly.
It was as if something shattered in her mind, the lost memories slowly returning.
The Amethyst Behemoth, it was the Amethyst Behemoth.
Should I go back and tell my grandfather about this?
But the Behemoth Tribe has always been at odds with our Dragon Clan, and the Amethyst Behemoth of ancient times was an even greater enemy to the dragons.
It is said that the death of the previous Giant Divine Dragon was closely related to the Amethyst Behemoth at the time!
If my grandfather learns of the emergence of the Amethyst Behemoth, he will certainly not let Yin Zhu go.
No, I cannot tell.
Oliveira seemed to understand something as well, his eyes revealing a determination as he took his leave.
Xiang Luan turned to Li Sha, “Sister Li Sha, …”
Before she could finish, Li Sha suddenly interrupted her, closing her eyes and saying, “I was unconscious at the time, I didn’t see anything, and I don’t know anything.
There’s no need to say anything more, Your Royal Highness.”
A faint smile appeared on Xiang Luan’s face.
Looking at the expressionless Li Sha, the worry in her own eyes lessened somewhat.
She said inwardly, Ye Yinzhu, oh, Ye Yinzhu, you have really given me a difficult problem.
Even if Milan doesn’t mind your connection with the Behemoth Tribe, how long can we conceal it from Silver Dragon City?
…
Barely making it out of this nameless city, Ye Yinzhu was already gasping for breath.
Ever since he left the blue sky and sea, such a condition had never occurred before.
At this moment, the atmosphere in this Milan border city was very tense, and there were Milan soldiers patrolling everywhere on the streets as he left.
Only by relying on the little Douqi that had not fully recovered was Ye Yinzhu able to forcefully leave the city.
His choice to leave was not because he was afraid Oliveira or Xiang Luan would make things difficult for him, but merely because he did not wish to explain too much.
In Ye Yinzhu’s heart, both Oliveira and Xiang Luan were his friends.
The matters of the Eight Eastern Dragon Clans could definitely not be mentioned, and regarding Zi, he hoped even more that others would not know too much.
How could Ye Yinzhu answer their questions?
Lie to them?
That was equally undesirable to Ye Yinzhu, hence, he could only choose to leave.
Haiyang was taken away, and it was meaningless to search for her with more people; alone, he felt somehow more at ease.
Ye Yinzhu’s pace was getting slower and slower, his legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead, the scarcely recovered Douqi in his body once again exhausted, his whole body breaking out in cold sweat, even the scenery in front of him seemed to blur.
Ye Yinzhu knew that he must rest.
Continuing like this, he wouldn’t last long before fainting again.
Whether for a mage or a warrior, fainting is a great influence on one’s cultivation, because during unconsciousness, spiritual power cannot effectively control the Douqi or spiritual power within the body, allowing it to go unchecked.
This greatly affects the intuitive control for future use.
Following the trail, Ye Yinzhu barely squeezed into a patch of shrubbery, and sat down heavily on the ground, gasping for breath.
It had been a long time since he had eaten anything, the last time being within the Magic Formation of the Divine Artifact during the Seven Nations Seven Dragons ranking battle.
He barely took some water out from the Sumeru Divine Ring to gulp down, the clarity refreshing his entire body, instantly making Ye Yinzhu feel more spirited, the fatigue dissipating some.
He leaned against a small tree behind him, panting heavily.
Haiyang, Haiyang, where are you?
It was only now, when his mind had quieted, that he realized how concerned he was for Haiyang’s safety.
When Haiyang was usually by his side, he did not feel it as much, but now that she was taken away, Ye Yinzhu found that his heart seemed to have been sliced with a knife.
Haiyang’s gentle care, that face blooming only for him, filled his heart pletely.
That day, that group of people had e from the west of the battlefield, and although Oliveira didn’t say it, after they kidnapped Haiyang, they must have also fled to the west.
What exactly were these people up to?
Why did they attack the army posed of the Landias Empire and the Bo Pang Kingdom?
It was clear from their merciless slaughter that these people were not related to the Landias side, but at the same time, they had no contact with our own side either.
What was the purpose of abducting Haiyang?
Could it be that Haiyang was their only target?
No, that’s impossible.
Although Haiyang is Marshal Xi Duofu’s granddaughter, she doesn’t pose much of a threat within the powers of the continent.
Even if Xi Duofu is a marshal, he is still but a subject of the Milan Empire.
That’s right, they must have been after Xiang Luan.
A light shone in Ye Yinzhu’s eyes.
Regardless of the identity of those people, if their target was Xiang Luan, then everything made sense.
As the only daughter of Milan Emperor Sylvio, Xiang Luan’s identity was, without a doubt, much more significant than Haiyang’s.
Using her to threaten Sylvio, to threaten Milan, would naturally have a great effect.
Poor Haiyang!
You have bee a scapegoat; isn’t this an injustice?
Now, I can only search to the west from the battlefield and hope to find some clues.
Thinking of this, Ye Yinzhu naturally also thought of that female warrior who had kidnapped Xiang Luan.
She was merely of Yellow-rank Douqi, yet so arrogant in front of me.
Back then, was my strength really so weak that I couldn’t even withstand Yellow-rank Douqi?
Even the Divine Sword of Light Augustus was snatched away by her.
Don’t let me see you again, otherwise, what I’ll be taking back will be more than just the sword.
After clearing his train of thought, Ye Yinzhu felt a bit better.
Gnashing his teeth, he shook off the desire to sleep and sat cross-legged, manding the slow circulation of the Zi Zhu Douqi within his body with an astonishing willpower, while also absorbing the magic elements in the air through his connection with the spiritual power and the Divine Source Magic Robe.
The fatigue of his body made it easier for him to eliminate distractions.
Soon, Ye Yinzhu entered into a meditation state.
From Pure Qinxin to the Brave Qinxin Sword, and now to Ziwei Qinxin, although Ye Yinzhu had encountered many fortuitous adventures along the way, his achievements today could not be separated from years of rigorous cultivation.
Gradually stabilizing the breath in his body, the once empty Dantian and Spirit of the Sea began to greedily absorb everything around him.
Fully immersed in his Spirit of the Sea, Ye Yinzhu no longer cared about the dangers he might encounter while cultivating in the wild.
He needed to restore some strength first to continue the next step of his action.
Time passed by the minute; the brightness of the day gradually dimmed.
Around the figure of Ye Yinzhu, who was sitting with his legs crossed, a faint glow had appeared.
Although it was not intense, it had already pletely dispelled his original weakness.
Suddenly, a rustling sound came from a thicket of shrubs, approximately twenty meters from Ye Yinzhu’s location.
The surrounding shrubs quickly withered, the once lush leaves turning yellow and falling in the blink of an eye, and their trunks, though not thick but brimming with vitality, shrank rapidly along with the wilting leaves.
The yellowing spread, heading towards Ye Yinzhu, a faint smell of blood rising from the shrubs, and all life around them seemed to be devoured by something.
Ye Yinzhu, fully immersed in his meditation state, was unaware of what was happening outside.
The consumption he had previously experienced was tremendous, not only had he exhausted his own Douqi and Magic Power, but even his life force had nearly run dry; otherwise, the military doctor would not have said he was burnt out.
In the end, it was thanks to the powerful life force of the Amethyst Behemoth Bloodline that he had survived.
Now as he began to recover through cultivation, it was like he was repairing his own body, so utterly absorbed in the meditation state that he had lost all caution towards the outside world.
The area of withered shrubbery had grown larger, and the twenty meters was not a great distance.
In just a short while, the withered shrubs had neared Ye Yinzhu.
With the spread of the yellowing, a small snakehead suddenly shot out, its half-erect gaze locked on Ye Yinzhu’s body.
Although its body was not visible, the slender triangular head suggested that the snake was quite small, with a thin body about the thickness of two fingers put together.
Its emerald body seemed transparent, appearing more lustrous than jade, and its small eyes shimmered green, looking greedily at Ye Yinzhu.
The bright red snake tongue flicked in and out as if testing something.
Soon, a two-meter long snake slithered out from the shrubs.
It became evident that everything that had happened in the shrubbery was related to this inconspicuous little snake, seeing that the yellowing and decay had halted in its vicinity.
———————–
If you like this work, please smash your vote to support Xiao San, thank you.
(To be continued.
.
Support the author, support genuine reading!)
User Comments
0 comments from readers