Chapter Two Hundred and Ninety Six – Silver (2/2)
This was in pursuit of beautiful things! Zuo Mo’s reason was righteous.
“He should probably come soon.”
Zuo Mo didn’t move aside his eyes as he spoke to himself.
“Clear Sky Old Forefather … …”
The female xiu was silent.
Gathering the spoils was a very familiar practice for Vermillion Bird Camp. Bao Yi also hurried out of Golden Crow City to help. It didn’t even take two hours for all of the captives to be completely stripped clean.
The spectating xiuzhe all watched with burning eyes. They wanted to go and get some benefits as well. However, after just seeing the strong combat capabilities of Vermillion Bird Camp, no one dared to act.
When Hong Jun Xuan and the other Clear Sky Sect disciples were taken to Zuo Mo, each of them only had their pants left.
“If you dare to even harm one of our hairs, the Old Forefather won’t have mercy on you!” a Clear Sky Sect disciple said severely.
Crazy, Zuo Mo rolled his eyes. Look at the situation, saying these words, did he not want to live?
Hong Jun Xuan suddenly shouted at this disciple, “Shut up!”
He dismissed the disciple and turned to Zuo Mo to say, “We are all core disciples of Clear Sky Sect. If Sir can give us a way to survive, we are willing to pay an appropriate price.”
Zuo Mo’s eyes lit up. Nothing was more attractive to him than jingshi, but his mouth went, “Oh, but you do not have anything right now.”
“Please give me a paper crane. This one believes the price will definitely satisfy Sir.” Hong Jun Xuan recovered his previous calm.
Zuo Mo thought, and then shook his head.
“Why?” Hong Jun Xuan instantly started to panic. If the other did not agree, then his little life was in danger. He thought the other was unsatisfied. “Two hundred pieces of fourth-grade jingshi? This price … …”
The shidi in the surroundings all inhaled sharply as they looked in disbelief at Second Shixiong. None of them had expected Second Shixiong to be so wealthy.
Where had Second Shixong gotten this much jingshi from?
Zuo Mo still shook his head.
“And half of the profits from the Outer Hall!” Hong Jun Xuan said painfully, “Sir should also know how much the Outer Hall can earn in a year. If Sir allows us to survive, the Outer Hall is still under our control … …”
“Second Shixiong, you’re crazy … …” a Clear Sky Sect disciple couldn’t resist saying.
“Shut up!” Hong Jun Xuan’s face was black, tendons bulging. “Do you want to die here?”
The other people instantly stopped talking.
Hong Jun Xuan was like a gambling addict that had lost everything. He looked at Zuo Mo. “How about it?”
Zuo Mo still shook his head.
“What do you want?” Hong Jun Xuan was almost going insane.
“To kill Clear Sky Old Forefather,” Zuo Mo said calmly.
All the Clear Sky Sect disciples first stilled and then laughed as though they had heard an impossible joke.
Hong Jun Xuan almost couldn’t breathe from laughing so hard. After a while, he stopped, and said with a mocking smile, “Don’t joke. You want to kill Old Forefather? Just you guys? I feel that you should consider my previous suggestion.”
Zuo Mo said with interest, “Oh, what? Our power isn’t enough?”
“It’s not just that it isn’t enough.” Hong Jun Xuan said with a cold smile, “Old Forefather has jindan cultivation, his power limitless. You may have some power, but in front of Old Forefather, you basically have no room to move. How about it? Consider my suggestions, people have to be realistic.”
A hint of pride unconsciously came onto Hong Jun Xuan’s face.
Zuo Mo did not have any interest in wasting words with them. He turned and left. Everyone’s perspective was different. Hong Jun Xuan and the others could not understand many of his thoughts. He waved his hand without turning his head. “Don’t keep these people, make sure they won’t come back to haunt us in the future.”
Hong Jun Xuan and the other’s faces instantly turned as pale as paper.
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After such an encounter, Golden Crow City’s name had truly spread through Little Mountain Jie. The rise of this group of people and this city was completely without warning. No one knew their origins.
But even the dumbest person knew that the final battle between Golden Crow City and Clear Sky Sect was coming.
No matter if it was the Black Processing Meditation mat or this big battle made it so the two could only fight to the death.
After this great battle, the gates of Golden Crow City remained tightly shut and under heavy guard. No one knew what was happening inside the walls. The sounds of explosions occasionally came from inside the city. Some xiuzhe that were daring desired to fly up into the sky to look, but they were almost killed by the hard lightning released by the formation battle watchtowers.
The Golden Crow City that was entirely preparing for battle made the other xiuzhe feel the tenseness of the situation even more. There was no one within one hundred li of Golden Crow City. Even though they wanted to see with their own eyes like they did previously the great battle that was coming, but they didn’t dare this time.
Coming from Clear Sky Sect this time would only be one person, Clear Sky Old Forefather.
–– The only jindan remaining in Little Mountain Jie!
The following days were cloudy and unspeakably foreboding.
A storm was approaching.
Translator Ramblings: Battle generals have their rankings but the author did an oopsie on the naming. In this chapter, it is “moon silver” but over the rest of the story, he always used “white silver.” Then there is “green copper” before that, and in the future, these is “yellow gold.” To simplify things, and to avoid having to figure out if it is moon silver or white silver, I am just using bronze, silver and gold. It is also somewhat superfluous to repeat the color of the metal for silver and gold. Bronze is copper with tin added and it turns green if buried which is what the Chinese used to name bronze.
Poor Hong Jun Xuan. He doesn’t get it.