Chapter 49: The Desire to Return Home Reaches Its Peak
In an unnamed forest in the far north, Yin Hai and the other four who were meditating opened their eyes in unison and simultaneously looked towards their prince.
Mysteriously, they heard a faint, prolonged flute melody from their princeâs direction. Their fatigue instantly eased considerably.
They even gained new insights into matters they previously couldnât understand or figure out. The five were shocked to discover that their mental states seemed to have improved.
Under the focus of moonlight, Shen Yianâs body emitted a soft white halo, yet his surroundings seemed to distort as if burned by high temperatures. Behind him, a golden sun wheel gradually appeared, with scorching golden flames intertwining with strands of white flame on the wheel, emanating supreme divine might.
Two completely different forces, yin and yang, enveloped Shen Yian in a harmonious state.
The prince now seemed like a celestial being!
The same thought emerged simultaneously in the minds of all five.
âEastern Emperor Scripture...â
Xuanwu swallowed, immediately recognizing this as the Shen Familyâs supreme martial art.
Years ago, when following His Majesty, he had the fortune to witness His Majesty use it at full power once.
On His Majestyâs sun wheel, four golden crows could be clearly seen flying in a circle, tail to beak. The purple-gold flames seemed capable of burning the heavens and boiling the seas.
He clearly remembered how the enemy, after dozens of exchanges with His Majesty, ultimately embraced the scorched earth intimately, meeting a fate where not even bones remained.
What kind of prodigy was His Highness? Could he be a celestial being reincarnated?
At such a young age, his martial arts attainment had already reached perfection, and his sword path was even more transcendent.
Xuanwu felt old for the first time. The new wave pushes the old, he sighed.
The extraordinary phenomena around Shen Yian dissipated. His ink-black eyes opened. There was no mistake; that flute melody conveyed the silly girlâs longing and concern for him.
He didnât quite understand this power for a moment, how he could hear the silly girlâs flute from thousands of miles away.
Looking at the flower petal that had fallen into his palm, Shen Yian was stunned. Could this be the power of love?
Thinking carefully, in this world, perhaps nothing was impossible. Things couldnât always be explained by science.
After all, a certain science-preaching cult leader next door died because of âloveâ.
âLetâs continue,â Shen Yian said, sensing the state of the five.
At this moment, the desire to return home reached its peak.
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Great Qing â Suzhou â Yangtze River Bank
The wind whistled as the mighty Yangtze flowed eastward.
âA dark, windy night perfect for killing.â Ghost Face sat with legs dangling over the cliff edge, looking down at the three brightly lit water fortresses below with a sinister smile.
At the largest central fortress, people could be seen bustling at the docks, unloading cargo from several large ships.
Kazama family saber technique ultimate move â Heavenly Flow Dance!
As the blade moved, wind arose. The blade wind coiled around hundreds of air currents, transforming into a fierce gale that slashed out.
The sky full of fire arrows turned to powder, scattering over the riverâs surface.
At the highest stage of the main fortress.
âPak!â
A teacup was slammed down on the desk. A long-bearded man holding a sword said in a deep voice,
âElder brother, the enemy has an expert.â
âDamn it, have these Japanese gone mad? Daring to make a move in Zhao family territory, and targeting us no less!â
Zhao Qi, the main fortress chief of Sanjiang Fortress and a collateral branch of the Zhao family, had veins bulging like centipedes on his forehead as he spoke with a ferocious expression.
âElder brother, let me handle this.â
The long-bearded man didnât respond to the previous comment, but stood up with his sword and spoke.
âSecond brother, leave two of them alive. I want to see whoâs behind this, pulling their strings!â Zhao Qiâs gaze was sinister.
âYes, elder brother.â
At the edge of the cliff, Wolf Head watched Kazama Taroâs slash and uttered two words: âInteresting.â
âHey, hey, hey, old wolf, donât get too excited!â
Ghost Face hurriedly turned his head and spoke upon hearing this.
He was truly afraid Wolf Head couldnât resist the itch to rush down and have a bout with that ronin leader.
âGhost Face, keep him alive,â Wolf Head spoke again.
âI got it! Donât worry! I guarantee heâll live!â
Ghost Face said with a bit of a headache.
Apart from being aloof, Wolf Headâs only flaw was that he couldnât walk away when he saw a skilled swordsman. Whether they agreed or not, he had to have a match with them.
âClap, clap!â Ghost Face clapped his hands.
Behind the three of them came the sound of earth breaking. A red wooden coffin covered in talismans emerged vertically from the ground.
Snakeâs pretty face turned slightly pale, affected by the murderous aura emanating from the coffin. What a fierce evil object!
With a âBangâ, the coffin lid fell to the ground. A Blade Corpse wielding an S-shaped blade and wearing red Japanese armor shuffled out.
âThe nurturing time was a bit short, but with plenty of materials, itâll suffice,â Ghost Face chuckled, very satisfied with his creation.
Wolf Head glanced at it: âBoring.â
Ghost Face thought of something else and asked, âBy the way, weâve been given the toughest nuts to crack. Will the King of Songâs people have any problems?â@@novelbin@@