Prime Puresmokeâs heart skipped a beat and her brows furrowed. âWhat fighting? Have the rebels launched their attack?â
Concern flashed through Holy Girl Yu Lingâs exquisite features. Had the rebels finally attacked? Would they be able to hold the base?
She wasnât afraid. She was more worried that her master would force her to flee. Sheâd been raised by and had never thought about being apart from her master, especially not when her masterâs life was in danger.
She had made up her mind to defend the sacred land until its fall, but she would never be prepared for her masterâs death.
Prime Puresmoke didnât notice the girlâs expression. She waved a hand in the air. âCome on, letâs go have a look.â
The scout recovered enough from his excitement to shook his head and hands. âNo, youâve misunderstood, Madam Prime. The rebels havenât launched an attack. Theyâre the ones being attacked!â
âReally? Have reinforcements finally come?â Yu Lingâs eyes lit up. âMaster, help has come for us!â
The prime remained calm and collected. âDonât celebrate just yet. Perhaps this is all Forefather Goldenbellâs ploy to lure us out. We have to stay cautious.â
Despite what she said, Prime Puresmoke took her disciple to the fringe of the formation. She wanted to see for herself if the cavalry really had come. Itâd be cause for celebration if true.
They stood at the edge of the formation, looking out over the outskirts of the steep valley.
Droves of rebels from different factions had surrounded it, blocking almost every escape route from the base.
Prime Puresmokeâs chest tightened. She didnât fear death, but she wanted to help her beloved disciple escape before that. Given the heavy forces circling the base, itâd be a very difficult task.
After a more careful look though, Prime Puresmoke realized that the rebels outside the valley were rattled. The further they were from the base, the more obvious the commotion.
Standing at the edge of the formation, she couldnât get a good enough look at what was happening. After a while, the commotion grew even more intense.
Red clouds rolled over from a distance, devouring the air and dying the sky. They moved slowly and deliberately, but bringing with them a mighty presence and a heavy air of intimidation.
Invaders were traditionally likened to looming dark clouds. In this case, the clouds were a fiery red, but their presence and destructive power were just as strong.
The previously tightly organized rebels panicked and scattered.
A penetrating shriek suddenly split the air.
A man emerged out of nowhere and hovered high in the air. With a wave of his hand, he dropped something round into the fray. âListen carefully, rebels! Forefather Goldenbell has been killed and his body destroyed. All seven of your commanders have been executed as well. Here are their heads...â
It was Jiang Chen. One by one, he dropped the seven blood-stained heads, strewing chaos in their wake.
One of them caught a head. It did belong to one of the seven commanders who had left earlier! All of the decapitated heads had eyes open wide, signifying a death that was far from peaceful. It seemed as if theyâd experienced the worst horror in the world before they died.
âAgh! It really is their heads!â
âWhatâs going on? Heavens, what happened?!â
âEven Forefather Goldenbell is dead? How is that possible?!â
The rebels panicked when they saw their commandersâ heads, their faces contorted with horror. Both their bodies and minds were paralyzed by fear of the unknown.
The commandersâ aides pushed past the crowds and picked the heads up, taking a careful look. It was clear they couldnât just yet accept what had happened.
However, after careful inspection, they couldnât deny that the heads did indeed belong to their commanders. Their leaders had been killed during the short time they were away!
The aides exchanged a look, their arms shaking as they held their commandersâ heads. The sudden turn of events disrupted the rebelsâ original strategies and hammered at their will.
âWhatâs going on? Who is it that killed the commanders? No demigod wouldâve been able to do that. Can it be a full fledged god?â
The possibility that a god had joined their enemyâs side took root in their hearts and weighed them down. In that case, the odds were great that they would all die without even a body to bury.
A god was too powerful for them to fight. No matter how many of them there were, an advantage in numbers wouldnât save them. A god could easily defeat an army on their own.
âSee this bell? Itâs Forefather Goldenbellâs signature treasure, but now itâs my toy.â Jiang Chen hit the bell hard, his face splitting into a sardonic grin.
The aides gaped at the floating bell. Of course they recognized the magical item that bore the same name as the forefather. Even the bell had fallen into the young manâs hands! The shock left them sweating with fear.
âWhoâs that kid?â The aides exchanged questioning looks and shook their heads. None of them recognized the unwanted guest.
âHe looks young. Could he really have killed the forefather?â
âItâs unlikely. He seems capable, but he hasnât yet reached divinity. How could he have killed the forefather?â
The aides were completely lost. They kept the army together on autopilot, keeping everyone in line to stop the group from falling apart.
Prime Puresmoke was confused as well. She didnât understand what was happening.
Holy Girl Yu Ling asked in a quiet voice, âWho is he, master? I havenât seen him around the sacred land. Is he from outside the nation?â
The prime had no clue. She didnât know the young man either. Sheâd thought this was part of Forefather Goldenbellâs plan, but the heads the young man had dropped did indeed belong to the rebel commanders. She could at least judge that much.
It was a forgone conclusion that he was here to help the Martial Sacred Land.
âIs Forefather Goldenbell really dead?â Prime Puresmoke wondered. That would alleviate at least half of her concerns. With both the forefather and the seven commanders dead, the rebels wouldnât pose much of a threat, even if their numbers doubled.
They had no leaders!
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âWhatâs that, master?â Yu Ling asked hurriedly, derailing her masterâs train of thought.
âWhat?â The prime turned around to look outside the formation.
Red clouds flooded from behind the young man. From the ocean of red emerged an enormous spirit that obscured the sun. It flapped its wings, covering half of the sky.
It tilted its head proudly and shrieked, the sound sending mental shockwaves through the cultivators below. The humans toppled one after another like barley bending in a strong gale. Some lesser cultivators spat up mouthfuls of blood and collapsed to the ground, never to rise again.
The aides hurriedly covered their ears, their expression panicked as they zipped around in flashes to escape. They could tell that their lives were in danger.
âIs that... a vermilion bird?â Realization dawned on the prime. She recalled many rumors about such a divine creature.
The spirit looked mighty from a distance. It seemed capable of devouring heaven and earth.
âThe Vermilion Bird?â Holy Girl Yu Ling marveled. âIs it one of the mythical four divine beasts?â
âAre they from the Eternal Sacred Land?â muttered the prime, her eyes lighting up with hope.
It made the holy girl feel a little more at ease seeing her masterâs expression clear. She could tell her masterâs mood was recovering.
âMaster, are they from the Eternal Sacred Land?â Holy Girl Yu Ling looked up at the spirit hovering in the air, then at the man on the spiritâs back. âWho is he? How can he ride on a vermilion bird?â
She was curious. To her knowledge, all descendents of the four divine beasts were very prideful. Why would one of them let a human ride it? Was the bird willingly surrendering control to a human cultivator?
âIt seems that the rumors are true,â Prime Puresmoke said in a conflicted tone. âOur intel told us that the Eternal Sacred Land started out in a similar situation as we did, but a young genius came out of nowhere with a vermilion bird and turned the tide of the war. He broke apart the rebels with intelligence and power.
âAfter that, he destroyed the imperial family and then House Xiahou, who led the uprising, putting an end to the rebellion. I thought the Eternal Sacred Land had spread the rumors to create a heroic figure, but it seems they were telling the truth.â
On one hand, the prime was thrilled that reinforcement had come. On the other, she worried that such a genius would widen the gap between the Martial and Eternal Sacred Lands.
Moreover, if the young man ended up helping them overcome this challenge, theyâd owe the Eternal Sacred Land another great favor.
Of course, there was no use agonizing over that now. Their top priority was to pick themselves up and vanquish the rebellion. The Eternal Sacred Land had been generous to send both the young genius and the Vermilion Bird to the rescue.
It was a demonstration of the friendship between the two sacred lands!