"Please rest assured, Divine Elder. I will definitely do my utmost to make Jing Niao City stand out among the cities of Luoxing City, perhaps even become the number one city."Heiye’s face was full of grateful devotion.
"Mm, I watched you grow up. I treat you like my own child, and I hope you can live up to that.
"Don’t hold a grudge about the punishment I gave you during the day.
"I punished you to intimidate the others in Jing Niao City. To you and me, they’re all slaves in the end. Dealing with these lackeys requires both kindness and severity; only if I punish you will they fear you even more.
"Do you understand?"
Cang Ji continued.
Su Yue looked thoroughly depressed:
Understand your damn ass.
You’re just lazy, that’s all. Killing the chicken to scare the monkeys, and Heiye became that chicken.
Pretending to be all mysterious, my ass.
Su Yue muttered outside the wall.
He felt a surge of relief. Luckily Cang Ji hadn’t insisted on exterminating the race that wore Rock-Piercing Armor.
That way, he still had a tiny bit of hope.
Maybe, this was a turning point for the Divine Land.
And Su Yue had discovered a terrifying phenomenon.
This bastard Cang Ji could actually cultivate while chatting with Heiye at the same time.
Outside his fleshly body, distinct waves of qi were surging and ebbing, yet this guy could still talk.
At the very least, Su Yue couldn’t do that.
In theory, any Martial Artist must focus and quiet the mind while breathing cultivation and meditating; even a slight disturbance would render everything futile.
In this regard, Su Yue truly admired Cang Ji.
A Pre-Empyrean Peak really isn’t simple.
"Subordinate understands, subordinate understands."
Heiye was so excited he kept kowtowing.
This dumb brute.
Su Yue cursed angrily. He even saw a few stray tears at the corners of Heiye’s eyes.
Practically the most loyal bootlicker a superior could ask for.
Beat you half to death, and a few empty words are enough to make you grateful to the point of worship.
Hopeless.
"After Mo Kai leaves, our Jing Niao City will begin preparing for battle.
"Barring accidents, the day I break through will be exactly when the Divine Land Corps actively attacks Jing Niao City.
"I’ll have to kill Ninth Grade experts and also guard against ambushes from the Four-armed Race; I might not be able to look after you all at that time.
"For Jing Niao City, this will be a brutal fight, but it’s also your battle to make a name for yourselves.
"Earth’s Martial Arts rise, the Divine Land holds the reins of the world, burning hot like a raging fire, unstoppable. The Eight Races of the Wet Realm have been losing again and again—time to pour a bucket of cold water on the Divine Land.
"The Martial Arts destiny must absolutely not fall upon the Divine Land.
"Martial Arts fate will forever belong to my Yangxiang Race."
Cang Ji drew in a deep breath, then suddenly spoke again, his expression turning gloomy.
"What?
"The Zhao Qi Corps is going to launch an active offensive on Jing Niao City? Are they insane?"
Heiye was clearly scared out of his wits.
Based on past experience, the Divine Land Corps usually adopted a defensive policy; they rarely took the initiative to attack the Wet Realm City.
Especially a city of Jing Niao City’s level—they practically didn’t dare touch it.
"That’s right. The moment I’ve just broken through, when my cold poison is at its peak, the Divine Land will, under the banner of revenge, launch a full-force assault on my Jing Niao City.
"They think they can kill me, Cang Ji, then take Jing Niao City, completing some so-called epic battle. Utterly laughable.
"Since the Divine Land’s elites are willing to come die, we’ll give them a grand gift.
"The Divine Land is arrogantly self-important, convinced it commands the destiny of the Martial Arts Era. They’ve been riding high lately, growing even more rampant and domineering.
"They need the Yangxiang Race to educate them. The Divine Land has forgotten the humiliation of its past—we have to help them remember, make them understand that the Yangxiang Race is not to be provoked."
Flames burned in Cang Ji’s pupils, like a avenger from hell.
"Divine Elder, rest assured. Jing Niao City will be fully battle-ready. We’ll make sure the Divine Land comes and never leaves.
Ants have no right to wage war against the Yangxiang Race!
"Right, Divine Elder, there’s one more thing!
"Because Hong Guo killed a hundred Fifth-Grades, the Fifth-Grade Commanders of our various Garrison Camps are severely lacking. This subordinate requests opening the pill vault, so those Fourth-Grade Peak Martial Artists can rush to break through first.
"This great war is the perfect chance to train the troops!"
Heiye said through gritted teeth.
"Granted!
"With Tuyue Warriors around anyway, that batch of trash deserved to die. Jing Niao City is forever invincible on the low-tier battlefield.
"Heiye, this time you need to keep your eyes open. What Jing Niao City wants is elites, not a pile of garbage.
"After this battle, I’ll be returning to the Eight Races Sacred Land. As an Empyrean Peak, I have more important matters to handle.
"This is the last time I help you. Don’t you dare disappoint me."
Cang Ji warned heavily once more.
"Divine Elder, rest assured. From now on I will strictly govern the army; I’ll never tolerate any signs of rot."
At this point, Heiye’s face was full of guilt.
The hundred Fifth-Grades cut down by Hong Guo had practically taken the meaning of humiliating disgrace to its absolute limit.
How could he dare make the same mistake again?
Once Cang Ji was gone, he would have to shoulder the burden himself.
"Mm. Wait until Mo Kai leaves before you distribute the pills, so that Hong Guo doesn’t cause more trouble.
"That Hong Guo is gifted beyond measure—he’s definitely no ordinary person. I suspect he comes from the Eight Races Sacred Land; otherwise Mo Kai wouldn’t value him so highly. In these last few days, do your best not to provoke him."
Cang Ji analyzed calmly.
"The Eight Races Sacred Land? Could it be that Hong Guo... is a descendant of an Empyrean Peak?"
Heiye turned deathly pale with fright.
Thinking back carefully, it was entirely possible.
To be able to easily cut down a Fifth-Grade while still at the Fourth-Grade stage, his bone structure and talent must be the cream of the crop among prodigies.
On the Martial Arts path, there is no shortcut.
To reach that level, the resources consumed must be astronomical. As a Wandering Martial Artist, what right would he have to that?
Chapter 1029: 327: Cangji Cave, Sealing the Clan Venerable (Part 3)
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