NCCnovel #444 - Not yet finished
#444 - Not yet finished
Upon hearing the White Lotus Elder's question, the disciple wore a bitter expression and could only recount how he and the others had intended to kill and seize treasure.
The Elder's expression grew increasingly gloomy upon hearing this, and after the disciple finished speaking, he cursed, "Waste!"
After cursing, he turned to look at Zhang Chen, seemingly wanting to engrave Zhang Chen's appearance firmly in his mind.
Although Zhang Chen was dressed in coarse linen clothes and his hair was tied up haphazardly, he possessed a unique spirit, his eyes meeting the old Taoist's gaze without fear.
"This humble Taoist is Sanzhu of the White Lotus Sect. May I ask for this young master's esteemed name?" The old Taoist suddenly offered a salute to Zhang Chen.
"We are all wanderers of the Jianghu. Why bother asking if we've met before? I have no interest in you," Zhang Chen said with a smile. He wasn't a fool; why would he give the White Lotus Sect his name to be hunted down?
Judging from the fact that the White Lotus Sect could dispatch a deity of the Yang God realm, the White Lotus Sect seemed to be no easy opponent, and Zhang Chen naturally wanted to avoid as much trouble as possible.
Seeing Zhang Chen being secretive, the Taoist Sanzhu sneered, "Hiding your head and showing your tail is not the behavior of a hero. Since you dare to kill, why don't you dare to admit it?"
Hearing Sanzhu's words, Zhang Chen's eyes flickered, but in the end, he remained silent.
Although he had pride in his heart, he was not a fool. At this time, he could not confront a ninth-order deity head-on.
Seeing that Zhang Chen continued to act like a tortoise, Sanzhu cursed 'troublesome' inwardly, then turned his gaze to Zhou Chuan: "The young master of my Flood Banner died here, and an explanation is needed after all."
"My brother's business is my business. If your White Lotus Sect wants revenge, come directly at me. I will bear all the responsibility," Zhou Chuan swaggered, taking all the responsibility upon himself, not fearing the White Lotus Sect in the slightest.
"You bear it? What makes you think you can bear it?" Sanzhu smiled coldly: "You can't bear it!"
"With these iron fists of mine, even the greatest matter, I can bear it," Zhou Chuan said coldly.
Sanzhu said nothing more, but with a wave of his sleeve, he whisked away his juniors, disappearing into the vastness.
After Sanzhu had gone far away, Zhou Chuan turned to look at Zhang Chen, a serious look in his eyes: "I say, brother, how did you provoke the White Lotus Sect? This White Lotus Sect is a big trouble."
"A big trouble?" Zhang Chen asked.
"A very big one," Zhou Chuan said: "It is said that the White Lotus Sect Leader is attempting to reach the twelfth realm! The White Lotus Sect has five major halls, divided into five banners. This organization has existed for tens of thousands of years. No one knows when it appeared, let alone its origins. Later, in order to develop and grow, the White Lotus Sect continuously absorbed stray dogs from various fallen kingdoms. Now, the five major halls of the White Lotus Sect are better described as lairs of remnants of five major dynasties."
"Before the emergence of the Shinto path, although the White Lotus Sect had bloodline experts, they were not impossible to deal with. But now that the incense Shinto path has appeared, the ancient power of the White Lotus Sect, which has continued for who knows how many years, is displaying its energy to a terrifying extent. The appearance of the incense Shinto path has brought the White Lotus Sect's foundation to its fullest potential," Zhou Chuan said.
Zhang Chen put away the blood knife and put his hands in his sleeves: "I didn't expect the White Lotus Sect's power to be so great. It seems I've provoked a considerable trouble."
Zhou Chuan patted Zhang Chen on the shoulder: "But you don't have to worry. The White Lotus Sect and the imperial court are mortal enemies, and they are being suppressed by the imperial court. Even if they are powerful, what can they do? Can they be stronger than the Great Victory Dynasty? With the imperial court watching, as long as you are careful, there will be no problem."
Zhang Chen nodded, his gaze turning to the distant remains of the True Dragon, then looking at the dragon horn in Zhou Chuan's hand: "Brother's harvest is not small."
"Not bad! This dragon horn can be used to temper muscles and bones, and forge weapons," Zhou Chuan said with a smile.
The dragon horn is the hardest part of the True Dragon's body besides the reverse scale. It not only contains the True Dragon's laws but also various origins. If blessed with secret methods and smelted with other materials, it can definitely be shaped into a divine weapon.
"You wait here, I'll go continue to fight for the good fortune on the True Dragon's body. That True Dragon flesh and blood are all good things. Your little body is too weak, I'll get you some good things to nourish it," Zhou Chuan said, turning into a stream of light and rushing into the battlefield, leaving Zhang Chen to watch from the spot.
"The best thing Zhang Shicheng left behind should be that dragon pearl. That is an eleventh-realm dragon pearl. If it can be snatched back, whether to stimulate potential or to use it as medicine to refine the body, it would be an excellent thing," Zhang Chen's heart stirred slightly, but looking at the ninth-order deities in the field, he still lowered his flag and silenced his drums, not preparing to continue wading into the muddy waters.
Although treasures are good, a small life is more important.
Zhang Chen once again landed on a mountain peak, watching the battlefield from afar, and saw the various deities showing their skills, constantly bombarding each other back and forth. The True Dragon skeleton was also constantly being dismantled. Some people got a True Dragon skeleton and carried it away, while others swallowed the True Dragon skeleton directly into their stomachs.
Especially the great demons were even more savage, directly tearing their bodies apart and inserting a True Dragon bone along the wound, directly wanting to use the True Dragon bone to replace their own bones.
For a time, the field was in chaos, but everyone had a tacit understanding, and no one attacked the dragon's head.
The crowd was like ants, the flesh and blood on the True Dragon skeleton disappearing bit by bit, and the internal organs were constantly being taken away.
Zhang Chen withdrew his gaze from the battlefield, feeling he should no longer entertain illusions after using the Blood Transformation Divine Blade to take Zhang Shicheng's blood. He turned his gaze towards Zhang Shicheng's camp, seeing him standing on a hill, watching as others divided up his ancestor's territory.
"I wonder if I can now kill the Prince of Pingbian with a single strike! My Blood Transformation Divine Blade is a divine weapon above the Fruit Realm; I wonder if it can pierce the Prince of Pingbian's protective dragon aura," Zhang Chen thought. He formed a hand seal with his left hand, silently chanted a mantra, and activated the Earth Evasion Technique, reappearing in front of Zhang Shicheng.
Just as Zhang Chen was about to act, he suddenly heard the voice of Master Wuliu beside him: "Your Highness, everything is ready! Just await your command, and the gods will move mountains, breach the hundred-mile lake, flood the Inspection Department's fifty thousand troops, and remove the last nail in the north. When shall we act?"
Zhang Chen, who was about to attack, couldn't help but stop upon hearing this, a look of horror on his face. What did he hear? Zhang Shicheng actually wanted to breach this hundred-mile lake and flood the Inspection Department's fifty thousand troops? If he succeeded, the Inspection Department would suffer heavy losses, and those fifty thousand troops would become a thing of the past.
The Prince of Pingbian replied, "No rush. The navy isn't ready yet. It won't be too late to act in seven or eight days."
Then the two discussed how to eliminate the Inspection Department's nail. Zhang Chen found it uninteresting. With a flash, he appeared in front of the Prince of Pingbian. In the next moment, the Blood Transformation Divine Blade appeared in Zhang Chen's hand. Before the Prince of Pingbian and his guards could react, the Blood Transformation Divine Blade, as thin as a cicada's wing, had already pierced towards the Prince of Pingbian.
The Blood Transformation Divine Blade was extremely fast, merciless, and without hesitation, directly piercing towards the Prince of Pingbian's heart. In the blink of an eye, when the blade was still three feet away from the Prince of Pingbian, a strange red aura emerged around him, protecting him in the center. When Zhang Chen's blade touched the red aura, it felt like stabbing a wall, and was entangled by the red aura, unable to penetrate even a fraction further.
"Royal aura! The north has reached such a chaotic state, yet the Prince of Pingbian still has such a powerful aura. It's unbelievable!" Seeing the Blood Transformation Divine Blade blocked by the royal aura, Zhang Chen quickly retracted the blade, not daring to continue stabbing.
His assassination attempt on the Prince of Pingbian was actually a confrontation between himself and the power of the northern earth veins. If the earth vein energy was strong, it could naturally protect the Prince of Pingbian. If the northern earth veins were weakened by Zhang Shicheng's actions, he could break through the aura with one strike and kill him.
Unfortunately, the strength of the northern aura exceeded his expectations.
"It shouldn't be. Zhang Shicheng extracted the northern dragon vein to transform into a dragon and walk as a jiao dragon, constantly weakening the aura. Logically, it should have been cut off long ago. Where did such a great aura come from?" Zhang Chen wondered.
"It's you!" The Prince of Pingbian stood in place, calmly looking at Zhang Chen, a hint of killing intent in his eyes. He had already recognized Zhang Chen's identity.
"So what if it's me?" Zhang Chen said.
"You can't kill me," the Prince of Pingbian said, not panicking at all.
"Always have to try, what if it succeeds?" Zhang Chen said.
"Assassin! There's an assassin!" Master Wuliu came back to his senses and shouted to his side, while his Yin Spirit left his body, wielding a divine light-filled sword, and attacked Zhang Chen.
At this time, the various gods guarding the Prince of Pingbian also sensed something and attacked Zhang Chen.
Zhang Chen shook his head, not wanting to entangle with them, and directly used the Earth Evasion Technique to slip away.
The Prince of Pingbian had a million troops guarding this place. If he got entangled, he might be suppressed by the aura, and then he would fail.
Without a Yang Spirit True Person interfering with the world's spiritual energy, Zhang Chen's Five Elements Evasion Technique allowed him to come and go as he pleased, disappearing from the spot as soon as he thought of it.
Looking at the place where Zhang Chen disappeared, Master Wuliu's face was ugly: "In the end, this evil creature has become a force."
"It's okay. Now that the ancestor's dragon transformation has failed, we can gather all the incense and faith in one place, even if we have to pile it up to create an expert above the tenth rank. At that time, this mere remnant can be crushed to death at will, no need to pay too much attention," the Prince of Pingbian, after all, was a king who sat in one place. At this time, his state of mind was still peaceful, and he even gave a countermeasure.
"This matter is my dereliction of duty. I am sorry for Your Highness's attention," Master Wuliu's voice was full of guilt.
"It's okay! There has never been a perfect person in this world, nor has there ever been a perfect plan. Who could have expected that a small ant would have such good fortune. This guy must have a big secret on him. We must dig out the secret on him, and then we may have unexpected gains," the Prince of Pingbian said with a smile, patting Master Wuliu's shoulder to comfort him.
He spent a great price to dig Master Wuliu from the capital. Master Wuliu's most important value was not his cultivation, but his identity and status in the literary world.
In the more distant dense forest, Zhang Chen stroked his chin, his eyes looking at the Prince of Pingbian's camp, a trace of thought in his eyes: "Where does the Prince of Pingbian's confidence come from?"
Looking at the Prince of Pingbian's state at this time, he didn't look anxious at all.
"Forget it, can't manage so much. Anyway, I'm going south. No matter what the Prince of Pingbian is planning, it's none of my business," Zhang Chen said to himself.