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46.41% Plundering the Dao of the Immortal Journey / Chapter 123: The Tomb

Kapitel 123: The Tomb

Redakteur: Translation Nation

Night

Pei Zi Yun looked up at night sky and saw an entire blanket of stars overhead. Shadows of trees cast down upon them. Up ahead was a thick forest which extended for quite some distance. He Qing Qing brought along two warriors with them as she led Pei Zi Yun to the back of the mountain. The road along the way was winding and wild grass grew everywhere. The deeper they walked, the wilder the grass grew. It was clear nobody had walked along this path in a long time. The shrubs and grass were getting so tall that it almost seemed impossible to cross through.

After walking for another kilometer or two, he spotted several limestone boulders.

"Those boulders were used to surround the tomb."

"However, there are venomous snakes protecting the area. Look, these snakes were reared by the Chieftain himself. Over the years, they've multiplied significantly." He Qing Qing pointed out as she spoke.

Under the light of the torches, the limestone pillars around the tomb could be seen clearly. Moss had grown over the pillars, a testament to the numerous days of wind and rain which assaulted the pillars. Several venomous snakes encircled the pillars, spitting their tongues out every few seconds. These grey colored snakes had a triangular shaped head, and their bodies were standing tall and erect, as if poised to strike. Just looking at them made Pei Zi Yun’s blood curdle.

"I have a way to evade these snakes." He Qing Qing then started blowing on the flute. Following the melody, the snakes then started to simmer down. Earlier, they were clearly antagonizing and aggressive. However, they seemed rather docile after the melody and crawled silently. Both warriors walked past anxiously.

After getting the snakes out of the way, they had to deal with the maze like structure of pillars. They took many lefts and rights, enough to confuse anyone who wasn’t welcomed. After a long time, He Qing Qing finally lowered her flute.

A cave then appeared before their eyes. Looking at the entrance, the young lady’s face bore a look of sadness, she looked as if she was about to cry any moment.

"Young Chieftain, it’s just here."

The four of them entered the cave, and hung their torch on a stand along the walls of the cave. Within the caves, there were many different rocks lying around, it was extremely fascinating. However, the cave twisted in many directions and often had split forks. It was easy to get lost here.

He Qing Qing led the way and stopped before a particularly huge rock. She then felt around the rock as if looking for something. After several moments, there was a "Pa" sound, and the entire rock shifted in and revealed a secret chamber of sorts.

When they entered it was like an empty hall. Apart from the area around their torches, everything else was pitch black. A musky smell perforated their nostrils. However, it was neither fragrant nor was it pungent.

He Qing Qing then ignited all the torches one by one which were hanging on the wall, and the entire hall became illuminated. Both warriors swallowed their spittle as their legs went soft. Even Pei Zi Yun trembled slightly.

The hall was rather huge, where several stone coffins lined up in rows. It was exactly like how one would expect a tomb to look. However, one of the stone coffins seemed like it was half opened. Inside the coffin were decaying bones. The clothing that had been worn were already decomposed. The rotten flesh had stuck to the base of the coffin.

Seeing these stone coffins, Pei Zi Yun then came to a realization. He looked at He Qing Qing and asked, "Could these coffins belong to the women that my uncle took with him in death?"

He Qing Qing’s eyes were somewhat red. When she heard Pei Zi Yun’s question she laughed, "Young Master, these coffins belonged to the fearsome warriors who had fought alongside the Chieftain. They had agreed to be buried alongside him to protect him in death. They were the best among the best of warriors."

As she spoke, her expression reverted to one of sadness. Seeing her in apparent grief, Pei Zi Yun remained solemn as well. He then stepped forward and bowed. The both of them did not speak and remained silent for a long time. He Qing Qing then walked further into the hall. Right at the back of the hall was a hand carved, black boulder.

The carved drawings on the boulder attracted Pei Zi Yun’s attention. The drawing seemed like it was a deity, but with an element of strangeness to it.

"Pa" A sound rang out after He Qing Qing groped at the boulder. She had opened another entrance. The boulder moved aside to reveal the opening to the Chieftain’s tomb. At this point she refused to enter, "Young Chieftain, this is the Chieftain’s resting place. If you wish to pay your respects, please proceed."

When Pei Zi Yun walked in, he noticed that the stone door was huge, and it was cold and still within. Just a glimpse into it was enough to scare anyone off. However, Pei Zi Yun strode in without any hesitation. After passing through the door, a corridor led inwards. Pei Zi Yun could feel the cold air brush against his face as he walked in.

After walking to the end of the corridor, he reached a flight of stairs. Along the walls were many strange drawings and inscriptions. Pei Zi Yun shone the torch at the wall and noticed that the drawings were of the Chieftain’s expeditions. He laughed, completely uninterested, before proceeding on.

When he finally reached the chamber within the tomb where the coffin was held, he was not anxious to get a glimpse. Instead, he ignited all the torches within the chamber, lighting up the room.

He saw a huge coffin being placed on a stone altar, which was surrounded by many blocks of stone. There were drawings of dragons carved out onto the stone. Just behind the coffin was an empty throne, that had a set of King’s robes and a crown being placed on it. Beside the throne was the King’s staff.

All the walls around were made up stone, which gave the room a cold and dry feeling. Several chests were strewn in the middle of the chamber. With their lids left open, Pei Zi Yun could see gold and silver, jade robes, long swords, armors and a variety of precious gems and stones. There were several skeletons around the chests as well, who had long decomposed.

Seeing the treasure around, Pei Zi Yun was someone stunned from all the glare and glittering. After realizing what this meant, he laughed before mumbling under his breath, "Small horns, tiny claws, this is baby dragon."

"Although you’ve achieved so much, you still could not have used any of these in death."

"Senior grand uncle, you’ve managed to attain all these treasure and wealth, but at the end of the day, you’re still just dust and ashes now. A Daoist’s main focus is to cultivate, with the goal of a long and healthy life."

Pei Zi Yun then sighed and thought for some time, he had been in this world for two years, and had a good understanding of how it worked. In a world where mysterious powers existed, there were many different rules and taboos which were extremely specific to a situation.

If this senior grand uncle had succeeded in attaining the throne and becoming the King of the Southern Kingdom, he could’ve used the baby dragon. However, since he’s failed and died, he could not use it. In fact, the price he had to pay wasn’t limited to that. The Sect Elders from the previous generation made it their priority to enter Paradise, since they didn’t want to die here. It seems like he could not even get to be reincarnated.

Pei Zi Yun then bowed to the coffin before kowtowing to it. When he arose, he touched the exterior of the coffin.

"There’s no reaction!" He then hesitated. Could it be that all this was for nothing? He looked at the surroundings and saw the jade robes, longswords, armors, jewels, silver and gold. Pei Zi Yun shook his head, all these could not possibly be the Legacy.

He then walked up to the throne to take a closer look. He then saw the King’s staff, which had the carvings of venomous vipers, scorpions, centipedes, toads, spiders and many other different poisonous insects. Drawings of them filled up the entire staff, and looked terrifying.

As Pei Zi Yun moved near the staff, he felt a certain buzzing within his chest and knew that this was it. He was elated. He then stretched out a hand to grip the King’s staff, "If this is really the Legacy, my journey all the way here would not be in vain."

Pei Zi Yun then took it into his palms, and felt an inexplicable calmness rest over his heart. The entire journey all the way to the Southern Kingdom was worth it with this item. This Legacy would help him with his cultivation, and he would then be a step closer to breaking through the doors of heaven. He sighed, regardless, Pei Zi Yun still felt like he had received the grace of his senior grand uncle. Thus, he fell to his knees once more, "Uncle, all your beloved treasures, I shall not take anything else apart from this staff as a memento. Please do not blame me, uncle."

He then retreated.

When Pei Zi Yun walked out of the chamber, the young lady and the other two warriors immediately prostrated themselves upon seeing him. Although they’ve done this before, their attitudes and demeanor had clearly changed.

"What is it?" Pei Zi Yun asked in surprise.

"I now believe you are the true Young Chieftain. Before this, I had my doubts, and I ask Young Chieftain to forgive me." He Qing Qing raised her head, her eyes were red as she spoke.

"You and I know each other for only a day, it’s normal to have your doubts. But what made you change your mind?" Pei Zi Yun turned his head and replied, feeling somewhat astonished.

He Qing Qing stretched out a hand and tapped the walls and said, "Defending the tomb was our duty. The Chieftain had mentioned to us before, that when the Young Chieftain arrives, he can take anything he wants from within the chambers. The only exception was the coffin. Once Young Chieftain opens the coffin, even if he was indeed the Young Chieftain, I was ordered not to spare you. I would have to tap this rock within the walls, and the entire chamber would seal up, leaving you to die within."

"Apart from the coffin, the King’s seal, crown and clothing would be up to Young Master to do with as he sees fit."

"As for the other treasures, Young Chieftain can take them all for himself. These are treasures left behind by the Chieftain and are your rights."

"Just now, we noticed that Young Chieftain kowtowed reverently and sincerely to the Chieftain’s coffin. Apart from retrieving the King’s staff, you did not touch the King’s seal or the coffin. We thus confirmed that you are the relative of the Chieftain, and there was no doubt about that. Before this, I might have offended you, and I ask for your forgiveness. In future, whatever your instructions will be, I will gladly fulfill it to the best of my abilities."

When Pei Zi Yun heard this, beads of sweat started forming on his forehead. Had he made a wrong move just now, he would have been in deep trouble. He then recalled the skeletons down in the chambers and understood. Those skeletons belonged to disloyal people who had tried to steal treasure from within the coffin, and had at last been trapped within the chambers. He then asked, "Then how do you know what I was doing inside?"

"There’s an adjoining room which allowed us to observe you very clearly." He Qing Qing said frankly. She then continued, "Young Chieftain, although we understand that leaving a deceased man’s treasure was done out of respect for the deceased, these treasures were left behind for you. Why don’t you take them?"

Pei Zi Yun then took in a deep breath of air. He had already felt it true, and thus spoke with confidence. He looked at He Qing Qing, "There are only the few of us here. Let me ask you, my uncle wished to become the King of the Southern Kingdoms, under current situations, do you think it’s possible?"

He Qing Qing revealed a look of shock, "The dynasty has been stabilized, I’m afraid it’s difficult."

She then looked at Pei Zi Yun before adding, "However, if Young Chieftain wishes to continue the objective our Chieftain set out to do, Qing Qing is not afraid of death, and will follow you all the way."

"You’re not thinking right." Pei Zi Yun looked at her and smiled, "Timing, the right place and people are the most important factors to consider. It was now the time of the dynasty’s prosperity and reign. Anyone who incites a rebellion would be surrounded by the Imperial troops and slaughtered."

"As for the right place, after hundreds of years of suffering, the citizens of the Southern Kingdoms want peace and stability as well. Although the hundreds of mountainous tribes remain unconverted, they are at least contented with the present situation as well."

"As for people, our tribe only has a hundred people, and most of them are old and weak. What can we do then?"

"Therefore we should not speak of this expedition of reclaiming the throne ever again."

Hearing these words, He Qing Qing exhaled, somewhat disappointed. She then heard Pei Zi Yun continue, "But these treasures were left behind for one reason, to lead the expedition and reclaim the throne to become King of the Southern Kingdoms. Since I do not intend to pursue such an expedition, I would not touch any of it. I shall just leave it here, and consider it as items for the next generation. Since they’re King artifacts, they would have some Imperial Qi as well. And the next generation might find use for it."

"Whenever there’s a chaos and pandemonium, there’s a chance for the expedition to succeed. Only then, would we take these treasures out."

"As for now, don’t you think I’m capable enough to provide for the hundred of you?"

Pei Zi Yun laughed as he said this. Actually, Pei Zi Yun was being idealistic about the chance for a future conquest in reclaiming the throne. He had said this in order not to shatter their dreams. He Qing Qing heard him and hurriedly agreed, "You’re right, Young Chieftain!"

They then followed He Qing Qing through the numerous tunnels before arriving at the entrance of the cave. Wind blew upon his body, making him feel cold. Pei Zi Yun then realized that he had been sweating a considerable amount after finding out that he had nearly perished within the chamber.

'Whatever she did was very normal human nature. Now that I have won her trust over, I should not be calculative with her.' The four of them then made their way back. There were several stars sparkling in the night sky, almost as if watching them make their return to the stronghold.

Once they meandered their way out of the forest, Pei Zi Yun felt a strange wind brush past his skin. All of a sudden, he felt this inexplicable discomfort and uneasiness. As though his body was having a certain reaction, or premonition.

"Pu Pu!" He felt something soar past him, and smelt a strange odor around him. Pei Zi Yun then understood what it was, "These are darts, poisonous darts!"

Poison darts like these do not have a long range. Although if someone were to be shot by poison darts they might not die straight away, being surrounded by enemies after would mean they might not get to an antidote in time.

Just as he was thinking, he heard the sound of a whistle. Several fiery torches flew in their direction and landed on the ground before them. They could still smell the strange, pungent odor.

"Not good, this is the oil to expel the snakes." He Qing Qing shouted out in fear. Indeed, the venomous vipers started to disperse. In the next moment, a group of people rushed towards them with killing intents, their blades gleaming under the moonlight.


Kapitel 124: Evil Survivors

Redakteur: Translation Nation

The bright torches shone brightly across. The young woman’s eyes showed a look of disbelief. She shouted loudly, "We’re at the back of the mountain, further beyond is a cliff, how did you guys manage to climb up?"

Hearing the young woman’s voice, Pei Zi Yun gave a cold look at his oncoming enemies. They had extremely hostile appearances. Could it be the tribe’s enemies, the other mountain tribes?

"Kill!"

More than twenty mountain people surrounded them, all of them with menacing killing intent. Their sheaths were all hanging from their waists, empty. Their blades were reflecting the light from their torches. As they started to cordon off Pei Zi Yun’s escape path, they were shouting loudly, and it was an intimidating sight.

"Finish them!"

Pei Zi Yun drew his longsword and gave a cold laugh. His sword was glistening under the light. "Zhng" The tip of his sword burst into flames momentarily before a white strand of energy rested on the blade of the sword. He had imbued his sword with energy, as it shook vigorously under his firm grip, and he almost lost control.

"Pu" The nearest attacker was stabbed in his throat, where a wide gaping hole formed. Blood gushed out of his new orifice.

Pei Zi Yun then saw the shine of a blade about to fall upon him. Instantly, his shadow turned into a blur. With inhuman speed, he appeared at the right side of his next opponent. Unable to dodge, all he could do was watch in shock. He gasped at the absurdity of the situation, as he heard the sound of the longsword penetrating into his body without any resistance. Before he knew it, the entire length of the sword had buried itself within his body. Pei Zi Yun then pulled his sword out.

"Ah...." It took a much longer time to describe the situation compared to the speed in which it happened. He moved so quickly that both his victims fell to the ground at the same time.

"Fight, follow the Young Chieftain and repel our enemies!"

"Kill! Kill him!" Someone shouted. Immediately after, several blades were upon him.

"Blinding Light Technique!"

Immediately after he uttered those words, an entire screen of blinding white light formed in front of him. Everyone was temporarily blinded and stunned by the light, and could not see what was happening.

"Die!" Pei Zi Yun stepped to the left and lodged his sword into the left shoulder of the nearest enemy. He pulled his sword back out and dodged to the right before stabbing another person in the heart.

Shifting his stance after every step, his sword flew in all directions. The people who had surrounded him fell to the ground one by one. Some had their throats ripped out by the ferocity of the sword techniques and blood splattered in all directions.

As the Blinding Light Technique started to wane, the mountain warriors who had attacked him were astonished and horrified. They started screaming in fear, "Magical arts, the High Priest’s magic arts!"

"Do not panic." At this point, a middle-aged mountain warrior charged towards him, "Give me your life!"

His sword then charged towards Pei Zi Yun, threatening his life.

"Be brave, be brave!" Several timid warriors started shouting, as if to regain their composure and bravery.

The sky was initially cloudy, but they had dispersed by now. The cold moonlight and the flickering of stars cast some light down from overhead. With the flash of the sword, this middle-aged mountain warrior’s cap flew into the air. All of a sudden, he opened his mouth wide and let out an agonizing loud shout.

His shout lasted for less than a fraction of a second as he fell down to the ground from the ferocity of the blow. Using his palms, he pushed himself off the ground and managed to force himself to his knees. His cap was now missing, and in its place a large mess of red and white could be seen atop his head. Soon after, he fell to the ground, without a sound.

Up to this point, this was the first time that Pei Zi Yun ever had to retreat. He had to dodge two blows from him before returning one deadly strike.

To be able to make Pei Zi Yun retreat meant that he was not an ordinary fighter. The next two warriors before him had clear and sharp gazes. One of them was a young man. Although he had a big frame and a sturdy built, his face was still young and unseasoned. The other was a middle aged man, with high arching eyebrows, his face bore the numerous hardships he had to endure.

'These mountain warriors have developed a proficiency for sword fights through many years of massacre and killings.'

'Their style of fighting is very similar to those of the military men, except their is much more unorthodox and queer.'

They stood there sizing each other up for a very short time. In the next moment, the three of them charged forward, their shadows interlocking. When they broke apart, there was a "Pah" and a wrist was being flung up in the air, as it was hacked off with a fierce uppercut. The victim tried to catch his falling, severed wrist with both hands instinctively, but realized he was missing a wrist. His remaining hand flailed helplessly as his severed wrist fell to the ground.

"Zhng" Pei Zi Yun parried the strong blow dealt by the young man and broke away from him. The middle aged man who had lost his master hand picked up his sword with his left hand. The moonlight shone onto his face, and Pei Zi Yun took a good look at him. Not a trace of pain could be found on his face, although he did look somewhat distressed. He then wielded the sword and charged towards Pei Zi Yun.

"Pu"

This time, Pei Zi Yun’s sword stabbed him in the left side. The middle-aged man’s eyes gaped wide open. As blood spouted out from his wound. Pei Zi Yun withdrew his sword from within the cavity of the middle aged man, and raised his sword once again to block the timely blow from the young man.

'He’s so young, and clearly doesn’t have a reputable swordsman as a teacher, and yet his skills are already so impressive. This means that he’s innately gifted.'

'It’s a pity that he met me, as he shall die anyway!'

To force Pei Zi Yun to exert his utmost, these two men must’ve had a great deal of practice and experience with sword fights. They were considered extremely proficient swordsmen. However, speaking of proficiency, this young man was slightly better than his older partner.

Sword techniques involved a great deal of military strategies as well. Hence, Pei Zi Yun decided to kill off the weaker person first. In doing so, he eliminated their ability to attack together and cause him problems. Now this young man was on his own.

Within the next second, this young man’s eyes bore a murderous look. His youthful exuberance had been replaced by a sinister and terrifying killing intent. In the next moment, the young man pounced up like a leopard, his sword moving as quick as lightning itself.

"Binding Technique!" The momentary pause earlier was probably for the young man to amass his hatred and energy and lash it out at Pei Zi Yun. It was a pity that Pei Zi Yun wasn’t just a pure fighter. This pause gave him the chance to exhibit his Dao techniques as well.

The young man’s body froze rigidly. Although this technique would only last for a fraction of a second or less, that would be the difference between life and death. In the next moment, the edge of the sword penetrated his skin and parted his flesh. Pei Zi Yun drove the sword through his chest and heart.

The young man had a strange expression on his face. His hands then released his sword as he fell to his knees. His face hardened as his hands touched the blade as if meaning to pick it up once more. The moment his palms touched the handle of the sword, he fell face down onto the ground.

"The Dajiu father and son are dead. The Dajiu father and son are dead!" Within a second, panic spread across the faces of the remaining warriors, most of them in shocked disbelief.

There was a mistake in the news that they had received. The mountain tribes were told that the High Priest’s successor had come to succeed him. Hence, they used fire to contain the snakes so that the successor would not be able to call upon them. Doing this would supposedly weaken the successor, so that killing him was easy. However, they had just witnessed the fierceness of his sword techniques. He was so skillful that even the pair of renowned swordsmen had fallen to him so quickly.

"Follow the Young Chieftain, kill them all!" He Qing Qing paused after seeing everything unfold before her. She then snapped back to the present situation. Raising her blade, she charged through.

"To hell with you! We will never let the High Priest be revived." The mountain warriors were clearly so afraid of the High Priest’s return that they were pushed to a corner and were driven crazy by fear. Their thoughts were interrupted by a warrior shouting as he charged towards them crazily.

As he got closer, He Qing Qing stepped forward, a smile was etched on her face, her blade raised as well. After several exchanges, the warrior lunged his sword out in a jab. He Qing Qing nimbly evaded the blow, which left the warrior open. She then stabbed his neck from the side. Clutching his wound, he fell to the ground and bled out soon after.

"How is it going on the Young Chieftain’s side?" He Qing Qing turned her head to look. She saw Pei Zi Yun being surrounded by seven or eight warriors. His sword flashing as he jabbed out in assault continuously. He was holding his own against so many of them, and yet they were not a match for him. In the blink of an eye, he had subdued all of them. Every time his sword moved, be it in an attacking stance or a counter attacking stance, blood was spilt. Since he was up against so many people, he could not afford to be graceful and hold back. For if he were to hesitate in the slightest, even someone as skillful as himself would end up being killed. Hence, his sword moved in a crazed frenzy as he strove to subdue all of them within the quickest amount of time possible. Flesh and blood spilled in all directions.

Before a minute even passed, the entire ground was strewn with corpses and blood. The remaining warriors were either pressed to insanity by the sight before them, or they didn’t even have the time to feel fear, as they kept attacking without a care for their own lives. With raised swords, their assault persisted. He Qing Qing witnessed a man’s shoulder being severed from his torso.

The gleam of sword was unceasing and unabating. The number of warriors however dwindled rapidly. The last man standing revealed a grotesque smile before his head was split open. Two large eyeballs popped out from within his sockets as he fell forward.

There was no enemy left. Just as they were about to exhale a sigh of relief, they noticed one warrior standing before Pei Zi Yun, holding a sword. He was trembling violently in fear.

"Speak, who sent you here?" Pei Zi Yun used his hands to wipe the droplets of sweat. His entire body was full of enemies’ blood and sweat. In this short span of killing, Pei Zi Yun’s energy was almost depleted.

"Die!" Although this mountain warrior alone and trembling in fear, he managed to muster all the courage and charged towards Pei Zi Yun. Pei Zi Yun raised his sword lazily and disarmed him instantly. His sword flew up into the air, and landed on the ground a distance away from him. Pei Zi Yun then raised his sword and pointed it at the neck of the warrior. Just as he was about to question him, the warrior charged forward, killing himself at this point of Pei Zi Yun’s sword.

"Pu!" A large stream of blood flowed out from the wound before he fell to the ground. There was so much blood on the floor that it was a sea of red, and the ground could not be seen. His eyes were gleaming, as if there was still hope for these mountain warriors.

At this point, they had defended themselves successfully and killed all their enemies. He Qing Qing’s face was pale, clearly in a state of shock. The pair of mountain warriors who had accompanied them immediately fell to their knees and shouted, "Young Chieftain, the assailants have all been subdued."

Their bodies trembled, clearly at the point of exhaustion both physically and mentally.

He Qing Qing stood by the side. Her ears pricked as she hurriedly stepped forward, "Young Chieftain, I can hear the sound of drums and people shouting."

Pei Zi Yun immediately reacted to the sound as well, "Not good, more tribesmen have come to attack us. Hurry, retreat."

The four of them started running. From afar, they could see the mountain in front of them filled with people. In the dark, the mass of people looked like snakes on the mountain. They all carried torches. Based on Pei Zi Yun’s estimate, there looked to be at least a thousand or two thousands men holding torches. They were extremely imposing and fearsome. As their own tribesmen saw the number of warriors they had, they trembled in panic.

"Hurry, hurry!" The four of them rushed back. When they were near their stronghold, they could see some warriors holding torches as they patrolled around. When the four of them were near, the patrolling warriors shouted from afar, "Is that the tribe leader and the Young Chieftain?"

"Yes, it’s us." He Qing Qing walked up to acknowledge. When they heard the voice of a woman, the man patrolling the walls heaved a sigh of relief, "Hurry, lower the basket for the tribe leader and Young Chieftain."

Once they heard the instructions, the men atop the wall released a huge basket supported by vines. The four of them divided into pairs and took took turns to be raised up by the vines. Once they reached the top of the wall, they were greeted by familiar faces. He Qing Qing then heaved a sigh of relief, and was secretly overjoyed, "Thankfully we are all fine."

"Tribe leader, Young Chieftain, we don’t know why. But the five nearest tribes started attacking us today, and wish to annex our entire tribe."

Even before Pei Zi Yun could reply, there were rushed footsteps coming from down below.

The footsteps came from all different directions. At first, there was no particular rhythm to their footsteps, but once they converged, their footsteps synchronized with each other.

In a very short amount of time, the top of the wall was surrounded by fellow tribesmen, visible under the moonlight. There were at least a hundred of them, men and women, young and old. Their once ragged clothing had been replaced by a unique set of robes, as though it was prepared for battle. Their eyes were all red with determination.

The old woman from yesterday who had wrinkles all over her face had dressed up in a nice looking set of robes. It looked like a sort of priestess attire. She waved a black flag and had a whistle in her mouth. The rest of the tribe, regardless of whether they were old, or whether they were women all stopped whatever they were doing. They then gathered around in three rows, in attention.

Following their complete assembly, the row of people on the right moved simultaneously and threw out a piece of cloth each. It seemed like the cloth was used as a sheath to their blades. Their blades resembled the Miaodao, except it was about a meter long and had no handle. The edge of the blade looked extremely sharp. They were all standing rigidly, waiting for orders.

'The killing aura that radiated from this group is extremely impressive, along with their fearsome formation.'

'Even if they starved, or if their clothes were rags, their war banners, their war uniforms and even weapons were being preserved and upkept extremely well.'

Pei Zi Yun glance at them and was astounded. A chill ran up from his spine to his head.

When he ascended the mountain yesterday, he saw a bunch of poor and starved mountain people. Hence when the young woman said that the remaining group of people within the stronghold were the most loyal, he did not think too much of it. All he thought was that he had to protect these people.

However seeing this scene unfold before him, he saw their true colors and understood what the young woman had meant.

"Young Chieftain, the Lumen Troops are all assembled and ready for orders." The old woman said loudly. The black flag was dancing in the wind, beneath the flag the entire tribe were assembled. Seeing the scene before them, the young woman opened her mouth in shock as well. Pei Zi Yun looked at them and understood.

'He Qing Qing was just in charge of the provisions and ensuring the tribe had enough food and necessities. The person who was truly in charge here was the old woman who was holding onto the flag!'

'For great senior uncle to call himself a King, I had found it funny. However based on what I’m looking at right now, in order for him to achieve that, he had an extraordinary way of doing things. He must’ve trained everyone within the stronghold to fight in formation.'

'It’s been twenty years, and the remaining people still have the same unity and determination as before!'


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