Embers of Sword

Chapter 200 Big Hunt!

Time passed in a flash, and all forces gathered in the imperial city, and it was time to set out on the Northern Hunt.

This day.

The front of Chen's house was unusually deserted.

Duan Zhao opened the door of his mansion and found the place in front of the door quiet. On the surface, there was no one who wanted to ask him about the fist fight. In the final analysis, there was no need to ask him about the fist fight.

Xie Xuanyi was packing his packages.

In fact, there was nothing to pack. The Snow Lord came a few days ago and brought all the rare materials he needed. He has been in seclusion these days drawing talismans. This time when he set out to hunt in the north, Xie Xuanyi only had to take one thing with him.

That is the umbrella sword refined by Qin Baihuang.

Wild grass, spring breeze.

"Little Mountain Master, can you take me with you on this Northern Hunt?"

Duan Zhao was a little reluctant.

He had just arrived in the imperial city with Xie Zhen not long ago, but they had to part again.

"The Northern Hunt is dangerous, you shouldn't follow."

Xie Xuanyi refused without any hesitation.

Bringing a photo with you will certainly save you a lot of trouble.

This little guy's golden body is quite resistant to attacks, and he won't hold himself back even if he goes to the snowy mountains. However, the Beishu group is obviously coming for him.

If he took Duan Zhao with him, he would not be able to explain to the owner of Wangyou Island if anything happened.

Even if we put aside this background.

Xie Xuanyi also didn't want this little guy to "suffer" behind him.

Outside the Chen Mansion, the Black Scale Guards were already waiting.

"Guard Sang."

Xie Xuanyi nodded slightly to the Black Scale Guard and said softly, "During this period of time, please take good care of him. If he makes trouble, you can just throw him into the library."

Sang Zheng smiled, clasped his fists, and bowed to Duan Zhao: "Mr. Duan, please take care of me."

Duan Zhao sighed deeply, knowing that he couldn't beat him, so he didn't say anything more, but the depressed look on his face didn't disappear for a long time.

"Stay in the Imperial City. You can go and ask 'Master Jiang' for advice."

Xie Xuanyi suddenly added: "This deputy commander of the Imperial City Department is an expert in body training and has some knowledge of swordsmanship."

Duan Zhao was stunned for a moment.

"During this period, I taught you the 'heavy sword' technique. You need a sparring partner to digest it."

Xie Xuanyi said softly, "If you can condense the 'Embryonic Sword Dao', I will take you south to slay the demons when I return to the Imperial City."

Go south and wander the devil!

As soon as these four words came out, the little guy's eyes flashed with golden light.

"really?"

"nature."

Xie Xuanyi laughed and said, "When have I ever lied to you?"

The gloom on Duan Zhao's face disappeared, and the little guy ran to Guard Sang's carriage with joy and left in high spirits.

Young, too young.

Xie Xuanyi looked at Duan Zhao's back and found it a little funny. This little guy was too simple-minded and different from Jiang Qihu.

Duan Zhao's heart was like a blank sheet of paper, his joy, anger, sorrow and happiness were all exposed.

You can tell whether someone is happy or not at a glance.

If they are unhappy, just give them some sweet treats and they will be coaxed into good mood immediately.

Xie Xuanyi didn’t know... Was it because the lady on Wangyou Island taught him too well, or was he born with such a pure heart?
Think about this.

He couldn't help but feel a little sad.

I stood in front of the bronze mirror, and what was reflected was the face of a boy of about sixteen or seventeen years old.

But in fact, he has been wandering for decades, experienced countless deadly battles, knows the sufferings of the world, and has experienced the ups and downs of the world...

Xie Zhen is no longer a teenager.

When I went hunting in the north, I was full of energy and wanted to compete with the gods.

But now.

The whole city was in uproar, with countless accusations directed at him.

But his heart was filled with peace.

"Go to the snowy mountains and get the God Fruit as soon as possible. Make the 'Golden Body' perfect, and then you can create the God Fetus."

Xie Xuanyi silently thought in his heart: "As long as the two great ways are both perfected... I can begin my advancement to the Yin God Realm."

……

……

Today is the day of the Northern Hunt. Dozens of large ships are hovering in the open space on the northern outskirts of the Da Chu Imperial City.

These large ships are called "cloud ships". As the name suggests, they are not water transport tools. The hulls of the cloud ships are engraved with suspended array patterns carved by the array masters of the Da Chu royal family. They are silver-white in color. Once injected with vital energy, they can rise out of thin air. A large ship requires ten Qi-controlling cultivators to operate it at the same time, and consumes a large amount of Yuanshi to maintain it.

Once activated, it can soar straight into the blue sky, hide in the sky, and travel thousands of miles a day.

The end point of this northern hunt is at the border of Arashiyama.

Once you cross the Great Wall in the north, the climate becomes extremely harsh, and even a cloud ship will take three days and three nights to sail.

"Boom, boom, boom."

In the open space in the northern suburbs, the air was surging.

Dozens of cloud ships, shining with silver light, were suspended at a height of about ten feet above the ground. From afar, although the masts and sails had not yet been raised, they already had the power to swallow mountains and occupy the seas.

Every year, the Northern Hunt attracts talents from all over the world to participate.

It was more of a hunt than anything else.

It is better to say that this is a trial and an assessment.

The Da Chu Dynasty advocates the use of force. The monks who hunt the strongest prey in the Northern Hunt will naturally receive the most rewards and the highest respect.

Xie Xuanyi did not arrive too early. When he arrived at the open space in the northern suburbs, several cloud boats were already full.

"This year, the number of people who can board the Cloud Ship will be determined by drawing lots."

As soon as he appeared, the Black Scale Guards came to receive him.

The Black Scale Guard did not take Xie Xuanyi directly onto the cloud ship. Instead, he handed over a tube of jade sticks and said respectfully, "Young Marquis Xie... please come in."

Draw lots?

Xie Xuanyi narrowed his eyes and looked around. He noticed that there were countless eyes on him from the railings of the cloud boats not far away.

The vast majority, aren't worth worrying about.

However... there are also some younger generations here who are "worthy of attention".

A young man in a red robe, radiating a fiery glow, sat high on the cloud boat with a sharp gaze.

The Qiantian Palace in the Western Territory is an ancient force that is listed among the top ten powerful forces.

The practice of martial arts is extremely pure and yang.

It was obvious that the young man in red robe was the Holy Son of Qiantian Palace.

In addition to this, there is an entire cloud ship that is shrouded in talisman array patterns, preventing outsiders from exploring it with their spiritual thoughts, but spiritual thoughts can be seen from within the talisman, sizing it up curiously.

obviously.

This is the Taoist method.

"interesting……"

Xie Xuanyi murmured softly in his heart: "How long has it been since Beihai Ling's luck was shattered? These young people have reached this level of cultivation so quickly?"

He was not interested in the Northern Hunt at first, and only wanted to hunt for the Divine Fruit.

Unexpectedly.

This time, the great world is much more intense than Xie Xuanyi imagined!
It has been only a hundred days since Beihai Ling's luck was broken. Even if the luck has been fed back to the various sects, it is impossible for it to take effect so quickly.

The Holy Son of Qiantian Palace and the Taoist disciples of Taoism all seem to have the strength of a perfect cave heaven... This generation of young people is far more powerful than he imagined.

From this we can see that the Xie family of Jiangning has been too high-profile in recent years.

With Xie Shengdongtian's perfect strength, he might not be able to win if he really fought against the Saint Son of Qiantian Palace with all his strength.

In addition, there are Wuzong, the Seven Taoists...

Xie Xuanyi remembered that when he participated in the Northern Hunt, he fought with Wu Zong Zhou. This guy was extremely powerful, but he was only at the ninth level of the Golden Body, slightly stronger than Lin Yu.

If one could reach the state of perfect cave heaven, he could crush and sweep the entire Northern Hunt.

Back then, apart from him, only Tang Fengshu had reached this level.

Unfortunately.

Tang Fengshu did not participate in the Northern Hunt at all.

So... that Northern Hunt naturally became a performance by Xie Xuanyi alone.

"Xiao Xie Mountain Master?"

Seeing that Xie Zhen did not respond, the Black Scale Guard reminded him again in a low voice.

"Draw lots to decide on the cloud ship?"

Xie Xuanyi came back to his senses and said in a deep voice: "This rule... is interesting. I heard that it didn't seem to be like this during the last Northern Hunt."

“The rules have been changed this time.”

The Black Scale Guard laughed and said, "It's mainly for the sake of the 'independent cultivators'. Traveling with those bigwigs is really too stressful. Some large sects, with so many people coming, don't need to draw lots; they'll just charter an entire cloud ship... Arranging for other independent cultivators to travel with them wouldn't necessarily be a good thing."

That's the reason. The Taoist monks simply wrapped the entire cloud ship with talismans.

obviously.

There were only people from the Taoist sect on that big ship.

However, there seemed to be other people on the ship of the Holy Son of Qiantian Palace... This holy land was very low-key and news about it was rarely heard on weekdays.

With the identity and status of Dasui Sword Palace, it is certainly qualified to charter an entire cloud ship.

But only one person from the Sword Palace came to the Northern Hunt this time.

Acting in this way is a bit overbearing.

Xie Xuanyi didn't mind traveling with a casual cultivator, so he drew a lot at random.

"Jia Geng."

The Black Scale Guard glanced at him and said respectfully, "Young Lord Xie, please follow me."

This voice did not deliberately avoid others.

Those monks who were watching Xie Zhen all heard the report of "Jia Geng".

The vast majority of monks showed relief in their eyes.

These days, rumors about "Xie Zhen" are circulating in the imperial city. It is said that Xie Zhen is an unforgivable killer. For the death of Xie Xuanyi, he changed his identity and hid for ten years. Finally, he waited for Jian Gong to come out and his misfortune turned into good times.

During this Northern Expedition, Xie Zhen will conduct a thorough settlement with the Beijun aristocratic families on behalf of his master!
These rumors are full of loopholes, but they are not important.

One pass ten, ten pass a hundred.

What is false becomes true.

In addition to feeling relieved, there were a very small number of people who showed a look of "what a pity" and "regret" in their eyes.

The Holy Son of Qiantian Palace was sitting in the pavilion on the second floor of the cloud ship. He looked through the wooden window at the young man in black walking towards the Jiageng not far away. He shook his head with some regret.

It’s such a pity that Xie Zhen didn’t get to draw the lot for his cloud ship.

The Qiantian Palace did not directly take over the cloud boat like the Taoist sect did. On the contrary... it always remained "open".

The purpose is to wait for Xie Zhen to draw the lot!
"Brother Yuwen, there's no need to feel regretful... The Northern Hunt has just begun. Even if we don't ride together, we'll have a chance to meet again soon."

A deep laugh was heard in the pavilion.

The thin young man in a gorgeous robe never showed up. He stood in the pavilion, holding a scroll in both hands, looking for a place to hang it. After searching for a long time, he finally decided on the position and gently hung the scroll on the attic.

This is an ancient picture of a sword striking a bell.

If you look closely, you will find that there are countless mysteries hidden inside.

As long as you scan with your divine sense, you will be immersed in it.

"His Royal Highness."

Although I called him that.

However, the Holy Son of Qiantian Palace did not show much respect towards Xie Sheng.

He raised his eyebrows and asked seriously, "Is this guy really as strong as you say?"

Divine thoughts passed by.

This Xie Zhen seems to be only in the initial stage of the cave heaven realm. Has he cultivated an extremely advanced method of concealment?
"..."

Xie Sheng stood still in silence.

He looked at the picture of sword energy striking the bell, his eyes shook, and the red dragon between his eyebrows faintly emitted a ferocious blood-red light, but soon... the red dragon's light disappeared.

Prince Jiangning smiled calmly and said, "When we get to the snowy mountains, Saint Son will know once we give it a try."

(End of this chapter)