Chapter 416: Chapter 416: Unsettled Feelings
Hiss!
A thick, long tail of a giant scorpion descended towards the Guardian Platform with lightning speed.
The tip of the claw-like stinger, curved like a dagger, exuded a drop of crystal-clear venom!
On the stone platform, Zhang Yuan suddenly raised his head.
His dark eyes reflected a newly erupted cloud of poisonous mist!
"Break!"
Facing this sudden attack, he abruptly exhaled, releasing a breath of pure True Essence power.
The descending poisonous mist instantly scattered and vanished, followed by a sharp flash of sword light, striking down the scorpion’s tail like lightning.
Sss~
The giant scorpion lurking below the Guardian Platform imdiately let out a painful hiss.
It instinctively retracted its tail, intending to escape into the depths of Mo Yuan when a bright sword aura followed, rcilessly slicing through its carapace along the tail.
The giant scorpion’s shell was extrely hard and thick, but under the Blood Evil Blade Qi of the Taowu Fierce Soldiers, it was easily cut open as if it were paper.
The carapace split into two pieces in an instant, revealing the snow-white scorpion flesh inside.
The residual force of the sword aura continued unabated, piercing through the giant scorpion’s body and erging from its abdon!
The giant scorpion, over ten feet long, struggled as it fell.
What a pity!
Zhang Yuan sheathed his saber and leaped back to the Guardian Platform.
The scorpion he had just slain was known as the Great Rock Scorpion, a unique monster of Mo Yuan, skilled in ambush and highly defensive, with venomous stingers that even Tier Five powerhouses couldn’t resist.
But these Great Rock Scorpions were valuable; their carapaces could be used to make armor and shields, their stingers could refine into Profound Soldiers, and their at was a rare and nutritious delicacy.
Zhang Yuan had previously slain one, obtaining twenty Daoist rits and ten pounds of scorpion at.
Failing to catch this one in ti felt like losing a fortune!
Standing at the edge of the Guardian Platform, Zhang Yuan took a deep breath, and the Taowu Saber in his hand trembled slightly.
Resonating with his current mood.
This was Zhang Yuan’s second shift of guarding the Guardian Platform.
After the previous shift, he had a total of seven days of rest, then received orders from the Upper Scenic Celestial.
This shift lasted another five days!
Such high-density, sleepless combat didn’t wear down Zhang Yuan’s physique and will.
But his spirit inevitably harbored a trace of fatigue.
Ooh~
At this mont, a desolate horn sounded far off, reaching Zhang Yuan’s ears.
And echoed throughout the Grand Canyon.
The cloud sea above Mo Yuan began to churn, violently roiling and surging like an erupting volcano.
Witnessing such a scene, Zhang Yuan beca intensely alert.
Instinctively gripping the Profound Soldiers in his hand!
Next mont, an astonishing scene unfolded.
The Mo Yuan Cloud Sea, perpetual year-round, suddenly began to dissipate, the clouds condensing into drizzling rain, falling towards the canyon’s depths.
Sunlight shone down, creating beautiful rainbows!
The Yin Shaman Qi rising from Mo Yuan’s depths vanished, unveiling the spectacular scenery within the canyon.
Is it over?
Zhang Yuan was almost in disbelief.
Yet intuition told him, the beast tide that had persisted for half a month had already ended.
Zhang Yuan’s mission was also complete.
Unfortunately, before he could fully enjoy the Mo Yuan scenery unshrouded by clouds, thin strands of mist rose again from the canyon’s depths.
Quickly restoring the old view, blocking his sight anew!
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Bells from the Upper Scenic Celestial tolled one after another, signaling victory to all Guardians.
It truly ended!
Zhang Yuan glanced at the reappearing Mo Yuan Cloud Sea one last ti, then turned to leave the Guardian Platform.
He, along with the other Guardians, headed to the Martial Pavilion rit Hall.
To claim their Daoist rit rewards.
Zhang Yuan guarded the Guardian Platform for a total of twelve days, earning fifty Daoist rits per day, totaling six hundred Daoist rits, enough to exchange for a Profound Artifact.
But he couldn’t possibly use that many Daoist rits to exchange for a Profound Artifact.
Because Daoist rits are the only circulating "currency" of the Upper Scenic Celestial, applicable in many ways.
Exchanging for a Profound Artifact would be a waste for Zhang Yuan!
The hard-earned Daoist rits from his fierce battles, he planned to save them for "tuition fees."
The Martial Pavilion’s Dharma Transmission Elder is also classified by levels.
Earlier, Zhang Yuan had sought advice from Wei Long, a Tier Six powerhouse, and if he could offer enough Daoist rits, he might even receive personal guidance from a Tier Seven Divine Entry realm figure.
That would be far more important than a Profound Artifact!
"Senior Brother Zhang!"
Just when Zhang Yuan had received his rewards and was about to leave, a hesitant voice called out from the side.
Zhang Yuan turned his head and froze.
It was Zhang Feihu!
Zhang Yuan was quite surprised.
Since parting ways with Xiao Hong, he hadn’t seen him since.
With the beast tide erupting, Zhang Yuan once suspected Xiao Hong and a few other forr teammates had fallen in Mo Yuan.
Now, seeing his kin safe and sound, he was both astonished and relieved: "Feihu Junior Brother, long ti no see."
But Zhang Feihu’s condition didn’t look too good, his eyes filled with exhaustion and disappointnt, a dejected deanor.
This burly Tier Four expert asked softly: "Senior Brother Zhang, how have you been lately?"
Zhang Yuan thought for a mont, and said: "Should we find a place to talk?"
Zhang Feihu nodded: "Okay."
The two left the Martial Pavilion together, heading to a tavern at Lin Xian Manor, finding a private room to sit down and converse.
Zhang Yuan ordered a jar of wine, pouring a bowl for Zhang Feihu.
"Thank you."
Zhang Feihu’s voice was hoarse, he picked up the bowl and drank it all in one gulp!
Zhang Yuan noticed his eyes were red.
"You guys..."
Zhang Yuan hesitated, asking: "How about Senior Brother Xiao?"
"Dead."
Zhang Feihu choked out: "Senior Brother Xiao and Senior Brother Chen, they’re all dead!"
All dead?
Zhang Yuan remained silent.
Zhang Feihu continued: "Senior Brother Zhang, you and Junior Sister Mu were right, we shouldn’t have trusted Xiao Yan!"
Speaking of this mber of the Celestial-Human Royal Family, the most prominent figure in the Martial Pavilion recently, his tone was filled with hatred.
It turned out that Xiao Hong, Chen Ziyi, and Zhang Feihu had joined Xiao Yan’s team, participating in the expedition to Mo Yuan Black Dragon Pool.
Initially, things went quite smoothly.
Hundreds of Martial Artists established a camp around Black Dragon Pool, steadily advancing towards the core area.
The gains were quite significant.
Then, the beast tide suddenly erupted, plunging everyone into crisis.
In the chaos, Xiao Yan led his trusted aides to break through, leaving the others behind to fend off the endless fierce beasts.
Xiao Hong and Chen Ziyi died in battle one after the other, Zhang Feihu barely survived through fierce fighting, escaping alive.
But he was seriously injured, and overused the Power of Origin, causing significant issues with his Martial Arts foundation.
This ant that unless Zhang Feihu obtained the rare treasures capable of repairing his Origin, he would face no further advancent!
Such treasures are hard to co by.
Upon returning to the Upper Scenic Celestial, Zhang Feihu learned that Xiao Yan, the initiator of the expedition, despite the failed plan and heavy losses, remained unhard and reaped considerable rewards.
Moreover, Xiao Yan wasn’t subjected to any punishnt!
Zhang Feihu was indignant.
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