Chapter 45: Chapter 45

Chapter 45: Thirty-Six Heavens – The Falling Sky

“Captain, it’s getting late. We should rest early,” Yin Hai gently reminded Shen Yian, who was drawing circles on the map.

In the inn, the six of them had booked three double rooms, two per room.

Shen Yian folded the map and put it away: “Yin Hai, you should rest too.”

This trip wasn’t in vain; they had gathered quite a bit of intelligence about the Barbarian troop movements.

“Captain, let me take the night watch.”

“No need, someone will keep watch for us,” Shen Yian smiled mysteriously, lying down on the bed fully clothed.

Yin Hai was slightly stunned, not quite understanding his lord’s meaning.

Thunderous snoring could already be heard from the adjacent room.

Xuanwu helplessly held his head in his hands, looking at E Lai snoring loudly on the opposite bed.

To sleep so soundly in enemy territory, there probably weren’t many people in the world who could do that.

With the long night ahead and nothing to do, Xuanwu leaned against the headboard and began polishing his black, shiny four-edged Xuan meteorite whip with a handkerchief.

Barring the unexpected, there would be a fierce battle tomorrow. He wondered if he would be able to return.

His good disciple probably wasn’t quite ready to inherit his position yet. Sigh~

He hoped the young lord and these four fellows would give their all. Even if he died in battle, at least they should bring his body back to Great Qing. He didn’t want to die in a foreign land, especially on Barbarian soil.

Putting away the handkerchief, Xuanwu took out a small notebook and, licking the dry ink brush, began to write.

“Lastly, my good disciple, your master has borrowed another fifty taels of silver from His Highness the King of Chu. If you see this notebook, please repay it on my behalf.” Xuanwu mumbled, closing the notebook with a sigh and a wry smile.

The next day, at the crack of dawn, just as Jia Lan’s city gates opened, six magnificent horses galloped out one after another, kicking up dust that provoked a barrage of curses from the Barbarian soldiers at the gate.

Barbarian Nation – Divine City.

Today, the Divine City was especially lively. Several princes had received summons from His Eminence and rushed back from their respective territories.

With the sun high in the sky, a squad of golden-armored cavalry and a squad of heavy-armored cavalry were blocking the city gate.

“My dear brother, haven’t you learned etiquette yet? Can’t you even show basic courtesy?” The strikingly handsome Fourth Prince with flowing golden hair coldly mocked the muscular man before him.

The Third Prince, encased in heavy armor, coldly replied: “Gamil, your mouth and taste are still as foul as ever.”

The Fourth Prince’s beautiful face instantly contorted: “Is that so? Still better than someone’s body odor that can make people nauseous from hundreds of meters away.”

Boom!

Two distinctly colored battle auras began to surge around the two, kicking up waves of energy.

As the golden-armored and heavy-armored cavalry began to grow restless, both sides were on the verge of battle.

“Roar!”

Suddenly, a purple wolf, twice the size of a warhorse, leapt forward, startling the Third and Fourth Princes into hurriedly reining in their horses to avoid it.

Behind the wolf, a massive carriage drawn by eight warhorses slowly approached, purple and gold banners fluttering in the wind.

The purple-gold knights guarding the sides of the carriage swept their cold gazes over the crowd, shouting in unison: “Stand back!”

For some reason, the people blocking the city gate obediently retreated as if enchanted.@@novelbin@@

Zi Yue stood to the side, unconsciously clutching her chest. For some reason, the closer that time approached, the more anxious she felt.

No good, she needed to return to the temple to rest properly and prepare for the divination ritual.

His Eminence couldn’t come to harm, and neither could the empire!

Night fell silently. In the vast Golden Temple, a long dining table was filled with fine wines and delicacies.

The Barbarian Lord left his eternal throne to dine joyfully with his children.

In the New Moon Temple, twelve moon wheels revolved around Zi Yue, emitting a holy radiance. The divination ritual had begun.

The twelve moon wheels rose, and a new moon began to coalesce in the center.

Zi Yue raised her snow-white swan-like neck, gazing devoutly at the new moon.

“Great Messenger of the Moon, please tell your devout follower...”

The new moon slowly descended. Zi Yue stood and reached out to touch it. In that instant, the world spun, and her surroundings rapidly changed.

When she opened her eyes again, she stood on a sea of black stars, with a bright full moon before her.

Thousands of miles away.

Tianwu City – the Heavenly Gate Pavilion!

Lu Wenxuan gazed at the myriad stars, lightly shaking his whisk as he smiled: “Little girl, your skills are still too shallow. If it were your master, this old Taoist would have to be more serious!”

He pointed at the void.

“Break!”

Zi Yue had barely taken a step when cracks suddenly filled her surroundings. The next second, everything collapsed with a boom.

“How is this possible!”

“Puff!!!” Zi Yue’s pupils constricted. When she came to her senses, blood gushed from her mouth, spraying nearly ten feet. She collapsed to the ground, immediately falling unconscious.

Outside the Divine City.

The six riders gazed at the city walls, even more majestic than those of Tianwu City, feeling somewhat moved. So this was the Barbarian capital?

Long Yuan!

Shen Yian flicked his wrist, and Long Yuan in his hand emitted a series of dragon roars.

“Captain, aren’t we entering the city?” Xuanwu asked, puzzled.

He had imagined a scenario where the six of them would charge into the enemy’s palace and strike at their heart.

Shen Yian didn’t answer. He raised Long Yuan high above his head.

He had a sword that could swallow mountains and rivers, challenge the world, pluck stars, and subdue gods and demons.

True qi swirled around his robes as Shen Yian’s sword intent soared to the clouds.

The sword rose!

Long Yuan left his hand.

One sword strike shattered the sky, disappearing into the stars.

In an instant, clouds three thousand li thick were torn apart, and the distant Milky Way fell from the nine heavens.

This sword strike was called – Thirty-Six Heavens – The Falling Sky!