Chapter 262: Chapter 165: Listen to the Clang of Arms, a Dream of the Spring and Autumn Annals Chapter 262: Chapter 165: Listen to the Clang of Arms, a Dream of the Spring and Autumn Annals “`
Before raising an army, Chen Qing was hunted down for miles.
After raising an army, Yan Shiyin still lurked in the shadows, always ready to deliver a fatal blow to Chen Qing.
Although he did not know how Yan Shiyin was able to track his movents, Chen Qing had to admit,
Yan Shiyin was the most formidable opponent he had encountered since cultivating.
Once he gained the upper hand, he would relentlessly pursue you until you were beyond resistance.
It wasn’t that Chen Qing was being reckless lately; rather, he was being forced by Yan Shiyin to act quickly.
He also wanted to slow down, to cultivate properly, strengthen himself, and adjust the structure of his Foundation Establishnt.
Yet, Yan Shiyin never gave him that chance.
At this mont, Chen Qing understood what it ant to be a prodigy.
It wasn’t the mutual flattery among the large sects’ disciples, but a genuine experience.
Walking into the dense forest, Chen Qing called out loudly, “The Divine Favored of the Miao God, Li Bingwei Qingxu is here, take to see Lin Zhonglu.”
Within three breaths, a Foundation Establishnt clad in black leaped down from a large tree.
“Your reputation for bravery is well-deserved, allow to lead you there.”
After running for a while in the dense forest, Chen Qing followed him and jumped onto a huge tree, entering a treehouse ahead.
This treehouse was built on the canopy of a giant banyan tree, brightly lit inside, illuminated by large Luminous Pearls all around.
Walking inside, Chen Qing saw cultivators sitting on both sides, and Lin Zhonglu sitting in the center of the hall.
Lin Zhonglu was a small and thin old man, whose eyes seed sowhat sinister, and though he was 180 years old, he didn’t appear very old, looking to be only about fifty.
He wore a large Daoist robe that did not fit his small stature at all.
“Prepare a seat for the Divine Favored.”
Soon, a Foundation Establishnt cultivator brought a wooden chair and placed it in the middle of the wooden house, directly facing Lin Zhonglu.
Chen Qing swept his sleeve and sat down, glancing at the people in the wooden house.
They appeared to be the elite of Lin Country.
Lin Zhonglu knowingly asked, “What brings you to Lin Country?”
Chen Qing did not shy away, “To obtain the Xuanjia Gu.”
Things had reached this point; there was no aning in hiding his purpose.
Why else would he bring an army here for no reason?
As soon as he spoke, the whole hall was shocked.
A young man sitting in the first seat on Lin Zhonglu’s left stood up and shouted, “Qingxu, do you even realize what you’re saying?”
This person was the leader of the top tribe in Lin Country, called Qing Ran.
Soone besides him also stood up and shouted, “Qingxu, you’re about to die, yet you dare to boast!”
Chen Qing laughed, “Why not? If I said I was just passing through to Iron Country, would you believe it?”
Lin Zhonglu lay diagonally on his big chair; with his small stature, the seat was like a bed to him.
He squinted, “Then why did you co alone?”
Chen Qing said seriously, “To offer you a way out, a chance.”
His words shocked the entire hall once more.
Qing Ran sneered, “You are becoming more and more arrogant.”
“Look at the situation now, who is giving whom a chance!”
“It’s you, Qingxu, driven to desperation, now seeking help from us!”
Chen Qing laughed as he stood up, “Hahaha, I am the Divine Favored of the Miao God!”
“When I went to worship the Miao God, three thousand Mystic Gate Realm welcod , the kings t with , gifted presents!”
Saying this, he took out the Golden Ghost Mask and wore it on his face, glaring at everyone, “The Warlord Divine Image personally bestowed a divine weapon upon , commanding to oversee the great affairs of Nanli’s Foundation Establishnt!”
“And you, what are you to ?”
“Dare to stand in my way, blocking my military?”
Lin Zhonglu scrutinized the Golden Ghost Mask on Chen Qing’s face, knowing well what this mask represented from his high position.
Only soone of extrely high status within the Jiguang Sect could possess such a ghost mask.
He knew Chen Qing successfully worshiped the Miao God, but he hadn’t known that Chen Qing also held a high status within the Jiguang Sect.
Yet Lin Zhonglu was not afraid and instead chuckled, “Then why have you co to us now, if we are so useless?”
Chen Qing looked Lin Zhonglu directly in the eye, this old fox indeed had so composure.
“Yan Shiyin has already led his army south and is likely just outside the Giant Wood Forest now, engaging my army.”
“Yan Shiyin, his slogan is that anyone can beco Mystic Gate.”
“Under him are many relentless Loose Cultivators and Foundation Establishnt cultivators.”
“He gained his current power through killing descendants of the large sects.”
Chen Qing greatly admired Yan Shiyin. Without him, Chen Qing wouldn’t have raised an army and stepped into the spotlight.
Yet if he were to kill Yan Shiyin, he would have to beco the next Yan Shiyin.
Yan Shiyin’s army needed no intricate sches like Chen Qing’s to secure his cultivators.
He was truly followed by the people.
If not for being adversaries, he even wanted to cooperate with Yan Shiyin.
Initially, his stance had been the sa as Yan Shiyin’s, but being hunted repeatedly, he had no choice but to ally with Yan Shiyin’s enemies.
Chen Qing continued, “If this person gains power, the entire major tribes of Nanli will find no peace.”
“Hao Chengtian of the Taihao Tribe, he dared to kill with his own hands, and none of you will be an exception.”
“But I am different. Though if you join my army I treat everyone equally, without differentiating between major and minor tribes, yet I will never act rcilessly.”
“Trust in , and everyone can beco Mystic Gate!”
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