Chapter Three Hundred and Eleven – At The Door (2/2)
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Gongsun Cha’s expression was shy, and ignorant of the fact his eyes had turned bright red. He was very excited!
Jindan!
In the battle at Golden Crow City against Clear Sky Old Forefather, the Vermillion Bird Camp that he was in command off didn’t have any use at all. To Gongsun Cha who looked shy on the surface, but was proud inside, it was a great humiliation!
Facing a jindan straight on this time, how could he not be excited?
The moment the large net took form, his eyes suddenly narrowed and flashed with the light of the hunter closing the next. He quickly spat out two words.”
“Second Division!”
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Elder Mei charged headfirst into this enormous net. While these sword essence could not form tangible danger to her, they still put her in her a sorry state. She had been somewhat careless and did not activate her ling armor. When she found where she stood was filled with sword energies, she finally activated the ling shield.
Pia pia pia!
Three sword energies struck her ling shield. The shield only shook slightly, but her expression was very terrible. She felt she had lost face.
Anger exploding, she screamed piercingly, and a plum branch appeared in her hand.
This glistening plum was about three chi in length. It was old and flexible, the flowers on the branches were in full bloom. Elder Mei waved it slightly. The tender pedals left the plum tree and flew with the wind. In a moment, the plum flowers rained down and managed to cover all of Sky Peak Platoon.
It was a dreamy realm of flowers but a sharp sound howled. Like the tide, the beautiful flower petals became shrap. Every petal contained sharp sword essence.
The dream realm instantly became hell.
It was Elder Mei’s killing move, [Plum Sacrifice]!
Elder Xiao’s eyes flashed as she laughed prettily. “Mei Jiejie really is going overboard. What reason is there to use a killing move just as the fight is starting? We can’t even get a drink of soup.”
Elder Wang praised, “Elder Mai’s sword essence has become purer. This [Plum Sacrifice] is multiple times stronger than last time.”
Su Yue was entranced. As Elder Mei attacked, the other side instantly disappeared in this beautiful yet treacherous flower sea.
The people of Sky Peak Platoon knew the danger. Their expressions changing, everyone retreated.
“Flee? Not so simple!” Elder Mei felt unspeakably good as she said hatefully. The spell on her hands changed again.
Her mind suddenly stuttered, a feeling of danger rising. She instantly was shocked. At this time, the air around her suddenly shook lightly, the sky full of flowers imperceptibly paused.
At some unknown time, a troop had charged to within thirty zhang of her.
Such fast speed!
Her eyes shrank. The other came quickly like a shining blade that made her feel that she could not stand under its sharpness!
Elder Mei was suddenly enraged .The other side was just a charge of more than one hundred people yet she actually had felt fear. It was too embarrassing! As she turned the plum tree in her palm, the sky full of falling flowers seemed to be carried by the wind to move towards the troop coming towards her.
The sharp flower petals were like soul-snatchers, and the wind pillar that carried them was undoubtedly a meat grinder!
“This fight is over!” Elder Wang said lightly. Even if she was the one facing Elder Mei’s move, she would not be able to escape without injury. Both Su Yue and Elder Xiao did not doubt her words.
Yet what they never had thought was the other side did not retreat but charged straight at Elder Mei!
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Wei Ran felt the battle intent in his body had reached a peak, and his speed had risen to a peak! In order to increase their speed to the maximum, Lil’ Miss had arranged a position near the back for them.
Facing the meat-grinding pillar of wind, Wei Ran showed no fear.
Every xiuzhe of Vermillion Bird Camp believed that when their speed was at maximum, when they completed their charge, no enemy could stop them!
This wasn’t something that Lil’ Miss forced onto them, but a belief born from multiple battles!
Wei Ran raised the flying sword in his hand. His fellows raised the flying sword in their hands at the same time!
He suddenly glared angrily, and shouted, “Hundred Kill!”
The flying sword in his hand sliced forward with all his power.
Everyone in Second Division shouted at the same time, “Hundred Kill!”
The flying sword in their hands sliced forward with all their power!
The sword energies were like streams meeting at the sea, one hundred swords becoming one. A gigantic sword energy three zhang wide rang deeply as it flashed blindingly and collided with the pillar of wind!
Translator Ramblings: I like how Zuo Mo feels confident in taking on three jindan and a whole sect at once just after killing one jindan after a long period of planning, and then capturing and subduing another jindan. I like how both Zuo Mo and Gongsun Cha reflected on and changed their tactics after learning how jindan work.
The subject of slaves was first mentioned way back when Zuo Mo was listening to the sound tablet. Jingshi mines are obviously important and so in this world where the strongest devours the weak, Luo Li’s actions are sanctioned by the sect. Remember how callous the paper crane girl was with Zuo Mo’s life? Powerful people do not care about slaves, which are the lowest level of society. Zuo Mo was lucky to have been picked up by the sect leader and remained free.
Zuo Mo is very pragmatic. He was scared by the bloodshed done by Luo Li but his opinion was that he could not do anything as he was such an insignificant person and he was already dealing with his own troubles.You may have to say that both of them fall on the selfish side as Luo Li acted to put down a rebellion that affected his responsibilities while Zuo Mo is trying to maximize the use of xiu slaves. He enslaved people in Little Mountain Jie in order to survive, and he only gave them freedom because he could not afford to feed them all. He’s heading towards Hundred Flower Alliance because this affects his own interests and he understands what Shu Long and the others are feeling.
On the other hand, he doesn’t exactly fall in line with the other people. If you look at these jindan elders, they treat slaves like merchandise or objects. Zuo Mo doesn’t do that, and his kindness, in direct contrast to how people treat those below them like Luo Li once did to Wei Sheng and Hao Min to Zuo Mo, is enough for Shu Long and the others to feel grateful and swear loyalty.