âIn a few days, Iâll give you one thousand sets of Dark Cloud Armor. You can prepare in advance.
âHow about a name for the new army? For example, the Hundred Wars Armored Army?â
Mi Ziwen: ââ¦â
â¦
As the deputy master of the Huaxia Pavilion, Shi Songtao brought Mi Ziwen and the injured soldiers of Great Xia to rest and reorganize.
Yang Hong arrived in front of Zhou Shu.
He hadnât come of his own accord. Zhou Shu had called him over.
âWhat are your orders, Your Highness?â Yang Hong said.
For some reason, since entering the camp, his eyelids had been twitching.
He thought about it but couldnât figure out why.
It didnât make sense that the king would harm him.
In the end, he could only think that it could be attributed to the kingâs trouble-making constitutionâ¦
âDivine Constable Yang, are you getting used to this Mo Mei Sword?â Zhou Shu smiled.
âItâs pretty good,â Yang Hong said. âYour Highness, Iâll definitely pay up as soon as possible!â
Back when he had obtained the Mo Mei Sword from Zhou Shu, he had paid in installments.
âWith our friendship, talking about money is too formal.â Zhou Shu chuckled.
Yang Hongâs eyelids twitched. He felt increasingly uneasy.
âYour Highness, just tell me what you need. As long as I can do it, I wonât refuse.â
Yang Hong recalled his previous interactions with Zhou Shu. It seemed that he would always suffer in the endâ¦
No, that wasnât right. The last time he went to Great Qin, he didnât seem to have suffered any losses. Instead, he had obtained the Mo Mei Sword out of thin air!
Under ordinary circumstances, he couldnât afford a divine weapon like the Mo Mei Sword.
Is it not over?
Yang Hong had a natural intuition for danger. He relied on this talent to survive on the battlefield with his cultivation at the ninth rank of the Martial Dao.
âI donât see any wounds on you,â Zhou Shu said. âI have a mission for you.
âUse the Mo Mei Sword to kill a thousand demonic beasts.â
Plopâ
Yang Hong sat on the ground.
Kill a thousand demonic beasts?
He, Yang Hong, was only a ninth-rank martial artist.
None of the demonic beasts in the Demon Realm were unranked.
In other words, there were not many demonic beasts weaker than him on the entire battlefield.
How could he have the ability to kill a thousand demonic beasts?
âIf you want to kill me, Your Highness, just do it.â Yang Hong wanted to cry.
He couldnât remember offending the king.
âWhat are you talking about? Why would I want to kill you?â Zhou Shu said. âDivine Constable Yang, we have known each other for a while. Am I such a person?â
âYour Highness, itâs not like you donât know my cultivation level. How can I kill a thousand demonic beasts?â Yang Hong smiled bitterly. âNot to mention a thousand, even one is difficult.â
âThe Mo Mei Sword isnât that weak,â Zhou Shu said.
Yang Hong smiled even more bitterly.
The Mo Mei Sword isnât that weak. Itâs ranked in the top ten of the Yellow-grade Armament Manual. How could it be weak?
But I am weak.
Yang Hong seemed to understand something vaguely.
He gripped the Mo Mei Sword tightly.
âIââ
Yang Hong couldnât bear to return the Mo Mei Sword!
But how could he kill a thousand demonic beasts?!
He suddenly remembered that the top ten of the Yellow-grade Armament Manual were all weapons forged by the king.
However, the owners of those weapons were all reputable people. Only Yang Hong was ordinary and had low cultivationâ¦
He was indeed not worthy of the Mo Mei Sword.
But he was unwilling.
âYou donât think I want to take back the Mo Mei Sword, do you?â Zhou Shu saw Yang Hongâs conflicted expression and smiled.
To be honest, it did cross his mind.
Yang Hong opened his mouth and felt bitterness in it.
âStill, I donât think itâs your fault.
âAt your age, itâs already not bad for you to have a ninth-rank cultivation base. Itâs not your fault that you killed fewer enemies. After all, you still killed demonic beasts.
âSo, I think youâre actually still entitled to the Mo Mei Sword.â
Yang Hong was puzzled by Zhou Shuâs words.
What does His Highness mean?
Is he taking back the Mo Mei Sword or not?
Hope rose in Yang Hongâs heart again.
If possible, he couldnât bear to part with the Mo Mei Sword.
âDivine Constable Yang, weâve been friends for a long time,â Zhou Shu continued. âIâll be frank. With your cultivation, itâs almost impossible for you to make a contribution in the current Ten Nations Martial Arts Tournament.
âHowever, since youâre here to participate in the Ten Nations Martial Arts Tournament, you definitely donât want to return empty-handed. If you have a chance to contribute, I naturally have to help you.â
âBut Your Highness, I canât kill a thousand demonic beasts. I donât have that ability!â Yang Hong smiled bitterly.?If I had that ability, I would have made a great contribution long ago.
âYou donât, but I do,â Zhou Shu said calmly.
âI have a secret technique that can increase your cultivation by several times.
âThis way, you will have the ability to kill demonic beasts.
âYouâre a divine constable of the Divine Constable Bureau. You have the experience of assassinating and hiding. I donât need to say anything else. The mission Iâm giving you is to think of a way to kill a thousand demonic beasts!â
If Zhou Shu held the Mo Mei Sword and killed demonic beasts, it would naturally be more efficient.
But he didnât have the time.
He had workers, so why would he have to do it himself?
Moreover, it would be too degrading to take back the weapons he had given.
So what if Yang Hongâs cultivation was too low?
Shi Songtao didnât even know the Iron Smelting Hands Technique.
With his divine ability Unparalleled Benevolence, Zhou Shu could share any cultivation technique with others.
This way, it could completely solve the problem of Yang Hongâs insufficient cultivation.
âOf course, if youâre not willing to take the risk, then I wonât force youââ Zhou Shu said.
âIâm willing!â Yang Hong said loudly before Zhou Shu could finish speaking. âYour Highness, Iâm willing to risk it!â
Yang Hong gritted his teeth.
âSince Your Highness is willing to support an old friend like me, if I refuse, I would have failed to appreciate your kindnessâ¦â
Zhou Shu shook his head. âDivine Constable Yang, you donât need to feel any pressure. I donât mean anything by this.
âItâs just that, in my opinion, the Ten Nations Martial Arts Tournament has become very dangerous, and it will become more and more dangerous in the future. If you want to make a contribution, now is the best opportunityâ¦â
âYour Highness, I understand,â Yang Hong said. âI donât mean to be spiteful. Iâm really willing to take a gamble.
âIf I can kill a thousand demonic beasts, Iâll definitely get a title when I return. I would then have done my ancestors proud. I came to participate in the Ten Nations Martial Arts Tournament to contribute.
âI wasnât strong enough before, so I didnât dare to think too much. Now that youâve given me a chance, if I donât seize it, Iâll really be stupid.â
Zhou Shu smiled. This was for the best.
He extended his finger and placed it between Yang Hongâs eyebrows.
Yang Hong didnât dodge and allowed Zhou Shuâs finger to land between his eyebrows.
Then he felt a force explode in his body. For a moment, he felt that he had become unprecedentedly powerful.
âFrom now on, you will have this power for ten days,â Zhou Shu said. âBut after ten days, this power will disappear. So after ten days, regardless of whether you have achieved your goal or not, you have to return to the camp immediately!â
Yang Hong felt the power erupting in his body and said confidently, âUnderstood.â
It wasnât until he walked out of the camp that Yang Hong came back to his senses.
What just happened?
Why was I so excited by His Highnessâs words?
He was too careless. He clearly knew that he had to be careful when he encountered the king, but he still took the bait.
However, he did seem to have become a little stronger now. It shouldnât be a problem for him to secretly hunt some demonic beasts.
The divine constables of the Divine Constable Bureau might not be good at fighting head-on, but they were very good at sneak attacks and assassinations!
Bastards of the Demon Realm, Iâll show you that I, Divine Constable Yang, am not to be trifled with!