Zhongshan Shenzhu Chi

Chapter 94 Announcement

The indigo light illuminates the heavens and the earth.

The pitch-black aura of the soldiers coiled around Ling Yi's entire body and also attached itself to the red blade.

With a single strike, Huanglong lost an arm.

"That red serpent from Zhongshan actually dared to hand this thing over to you—" Huang Long retreated, staring intently at the red blade in Ling Yi's hand.

Even if it is now merely a divine projection descended through faith.

But his hands and claws shouldn't have been cut off with a single blow.

When the knife approached my body, it unleashed a strange power.

That force twisted its strong claws into fragile tree branches.

"The Venerable One of the Central Heaven, who commands the Four Spirits, is this all you've got?"

Lingyi flicked the blade.

The pitch-black flames fell, clinging to the soil and into the air, burning fiercely.

Building an army of 10,000 from scratch was of great help to her cultivation as a warrior.

The strength I amassed when I was a fierce tiger, in my ignorance and naivety, has now been transformed by the rules and regulations that have been gradually established in military training.

The power became subdued, restrained, yet stronger and more resolute.

Lingyi saw the path she would take in the future.

The woman walked slowly forward on the flames, the firelight illuminating her beautiful, yet cold, face.

"How about coming to the Imperial Dynasty?" Huanglong asked in a deep voice as he snaked through the sky.

"No problem, I can go to the Imperial Dynasty, but all Imperial Dynasty members must pay homage to Zhongshan Zhuchi." Lingyi smiled gently.

"you--!"

Before she could finish speaking, the woman used her waist and legs to propel herself straight into the sky.

Faced with that crimson blade, Huanglong dared not take it head-on.

The order of time can be described as the most mysterious, the most bizarre, and perhaps even the most powerful force in this world.

There are no records of a ruler of the current dynasty, the previous dynasty, or even the dynasty before that, spanning tens of thousands of years.

The woman's strike traversed the sky, arriving in an instant.

The yellow dragon snaked in a loop in the sky, dodging the attack.

The pitch-black aura of the soldiers exploded with a roar as it passed through the ring formed by the yellow dragon's body.

The malevolent energy pierced through the spiritual energy shield and landed on its divine incarnation.

In an instant, tens of thousands of voices exploded in Huanglong's mind.

"A mere demon, yet he cultivates the Art of War—" Huanglong was completely unaware that his body was being burned by flames.

It stared intently at the woman who had fallen back to the ground.

"Aren't you a demon?" Lingyi asked calmly.

"snort----"

The black flames on his body burned ever more fiercely. Huanglong's divine incarnation became increasingly ethereal.

He left behind a cold snort, his enormous body transformed into countless specks of light, and drifted down.

With a wave of his sword, Ling Yi unleashed a jet-black aura that shot into the sky and exploded like fireworks.

She opened her bare hand, raised it upwards, and then clenched it into a fist.

The pitch-black aura of the soldiers connected to form a gaping maw that swallowed up all the points of light.

"grown ups--"

After a while, Zhong Song stepped forward, clasped his hands and bowed, saying, "The evil god statues have all been confiscated, and the villagers are currently lining up to receive the Zhuchi God statue."

"Hmm, remember to ask the village chief which other villages in the area worship evil gods."

After absorbing the yellow light spots into her body, Lingyi stuck out her tongue and licked the corner of her mouth.

Zhong Song lowered his head, not daring to look any longer, and turned to find the village chief.

After sweeping away the beliefs of the villages surrounding Yongning's main city.

Lingyi led his soldiers back to Xia'an City.

It was already mid-July, and the summer heat had begun.

The sun hung brightly in the sky, radiating a high temperature that seemed capable of evaporating all moisture.

There wasn't a single cloud in the sky.

At midday on such a sweltering day, few people are out and about, and the shops along the street are half-closed.

Lingyi dislikes crowded places.

This is the perfect moment.

She walked down the street, accompanied by the young man who had come down from Zhongshan Mountain.

Six months of military service had changed his appearance.

The once soft lines remain, but they now possess a more resolute quality.

"Zhong Song," Lingyi called out.

"My lord." Zhong Song stepped forward, clasped his hands in a fist and bowed, awaiting orders.

"In your eyes, what kind of being is Zhuchi God?"

"Um----"

After a moment of contemplation, Zhong Song summarized his unspoken thoughts and replied, "The distance is vast, I cannot see Him, yet He seems to be right beside me."

"Is that so?"

"That's fine too."

Lingyi nodded slightly, a barely perceptible curve appearing at the corner of her mouth.

"Are you homesick?"

"Forehead----"

Zhong Song was momentarily at a loss for words when asked this question.

The lady in front of me doesn't seem to be married yet, and I haven't seen any relatives visiting her.

"A petty person—a petty person—of course, misses home."

"Then it's time to go back and take a look. After you've finished your work, I'll give you a two-week vacation."

"Thank you, sir." Although he didn't know why, Zhong Song quickly replied.

"We're on the same path, so let's travel together. I'll also visit your new village."

After saying that, Lingyi strode forward, and Zhongsong hurried to keep up, barely managing to catch up, until they reached the city lord's mansion.

He was panting heavily as the doorman helped him down to rest.

Lingyi walked straight into the main hall.

Li Zhengming had been waiting there for a while. Knowing the tiger's habits, he only had a large pot of cold tea and no teacups.

There was only one envelope on the table, stamped with bright red ink.

"You're back? Take a look at this," Li Zhengming said.

Lingyi picked up the large teapot and poured cool tea into her mouth through the spout.

He took the letter from Li Zhengming with his other hand and glanced at it.

"Wow, is the Imperial Dynasty trying to shift the blame first?"

Lingyi put down the large teapot and sat down on the wooden chair.

She didn't want to read the letter, which was written in a very formal and austere style.

Basically, the gist of it is that the monsters of Zhongshan formed a beast tide, attacked the main city of Yongning, and slaughtered all the people.

To save the people, the East Sea Lip Dragon fought to the bitter end, and was finally rescued after being seriously injured.

Now the Imperial Dynasty and the East Sea have issued a proclamation to punish the traitors, intending to form a joint army to attack Zhongshan and avenge the blood feud in Yongning's main city.

"It's the same old trick."

Lee Jae-myung parted the teacup and took a small sip.

"No matter what, they've secured the moral high ground first."

"The imperial dynasty is no longer as powerful as it once was; it actually wants to join forces with the East Sea Dragon clan to attack Zhongshan."

"It seems that the God of Candlelight is putting a lot of pressure on them."

"I could feel it." Lingyi recalled the scene where she held the red sword and Huanglong dared not fight her.

"I'm planning to go back to Zhongshan. Is there anything you need me to convey?"

"With a great battle imminent, I want to know exactly what the power level of the God of Candlelight is now?"

Li Zhengming put down his teacup, sat up straight, and looked at Lingyi very seriously.

"Then you may be disappointed. In Zhongshan, apart from the Black Serpent Mother Goddess, there may be no one who can make him fight with all his might."

"But I can give it a try."

Lingyi opened her hands, and indigo and jet-black flames burned in her palms.

The terrifying heat instantly distorted the air and made Li Zhengming's mouth dry.

"Congratulations on your successful cultivation of the 'Soldier's Fiend' technique," Li Zhengming said, walking a little further away.

Upon hearing this, Lingyi extinguished the flames and carefully sensed what was growing within her body.

I still have a long way to go.

99

"Not enough to protect—"