Chapter 1322 - Situ Fengcheng’s Decision (1/2)
Chapter 1322: Situ Fengcheng’s Decision
Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
The plains around 500 miles from Zhilin Pa.s.s were the Immortal Vampires’ camp. All one could see were densely packed tents. There were many lights, like stars reflecting on the dark ground.
The sky was covered in thick blood clouds that extended for thousands of miles. Huge formations were operating in the clouds, preventing the imperial court from attacking secretly.
A tent of one general in the Qingtian Tribe was made out of human bones. There was a large flag outside the tent. A human’s skin hung from it. More accurately, this was the skin ripped off of a human Saint.
The blood hadn’t dried yet. It shone with crimson light.
Two powerful runes were burned into the skin using Rules of Saintly Way: Situ.
Situ was a large surname in the Qingtian Tribe. It represented an ancient and glorious family, second only to the royal family.
As the pride of the Situ Family and top figure of the younger generation in the Qingtian Tribe, Situ Fengcheng sat in the uppermost seat of the tent. He held the communication rune he’d just received with extremely hard eyes.
“Such a terrifying message. The world will be upended.”
The message had come from Serene Wind Mansion. The content truly shocked Situ Fengcheng.
Just a while ago, the Saint Elder of Sacred Central Crypt had broken into the mansion city and beaten King Zhongying to the ground. Situ Fengcheng’s teacher, King Zhongying, was heavily injured.
Then Blood Emperor Qingtian had tried to stop them. He fought with the Saint Elder and shattered half of the mansion city. Millions of Qingtian Tribe members had died in the shockwaves.
The northern region only had 36 mansions. Each mansion city was an ancient city with more than 10,000 years of history. They had the firmest defenses. The defensive formations connected the cities and no disasters could destroy them.
However, more than half of Serene Wind Mansion’s city had been destroyed. One could imagine how terrifying the battle had been.
In the end, Blood Emperor Qingtian lost miserably and almost died in the Saint Elder’s hands.
According to the communication rune, the pavilion lord of the Immortal Pavilion had calculated that Blood Emperor Qingtian and King Zhongying were in danger. He fought against the Saint Elder across the void and saved Blood Emperor Qingtian and King Zhongying. He brought them back to the Immortal Pavilion to recover.
The Saint Elder seemed to have been hurt in the fight with the Immortal Pavilion Lord. She left Serene Wind Mansion and disappeared.
Situ Fengcheng had an advanced mindset. He quickly recovered from the shock and muttered to himself, “I wonder how incredible a fight between these figures is. If I could observe from a close distance, it would definitely help with my cultivation.”
The Qingtian Tribe suffered greatly from this battle. Both Blood Emperor Qingtian and King Zhongying were close to death. Around 50 Blood Saints had died. Half-Saints and those in the Fish-Dragon Realm who’d died were innumerable.
The Saint Elder of Sacred Central Crypt was able to deal such harm to the Qingtian Tribe by herself. The tribe was now probably the last of the ten Immortal Vampire tribes.
The Qingtian Tribe had been taken by surprise, but the Saint Elder could escape from the Immortal Pavilion’s lord and go freely in Immortal Vampire territory. Her abilities far surpa.s.sed what the Immortal Vampires had predicted.
“Why did this happen? She’d cultivated for 800 years and should be a very logical and talented figure. Why did she risk dying to enter Serene Wind Mansion and fight against my master?” Situ Fengcheng didn’t understand.
The Immortal Vampires didn’t only have ten Blood Emperors. They also had the mysterious Immortal Pavilion. They were like a pit of dragons. No matter how high one’s cultivation was, breaking into Immortal Vampire territory alone was practically certain death.
The Saint Elder couldn’t have done this without reason. But Situ Fengcheng just couldn’t think of a reason.
“In the following period, the Qingtian Tribe will have hards.h.i.+ps. I must prepare beforehand.”
Situ Fengcheng sat beside the table and carved more than 30 communication runes. With a wave of his sleeve, the runes transformed into light and flew out of the tent, disappearing in the night.
Tap, tap.
Footsteps sounded. A soldier in blood armor walked in and lowered onto one knee. “General, Blood Saint Sijian and Miefeng request to see you.”
Situ Fengcheng’s eyes narrowed. “Only those two?”
“Yes.”
According to the news he received, Blood Saint Sijian and Miefeng had already entered Xianji Mountain and taken the formula for the Hua Divine Pill. Now that they’d returned, why wasn’t there news of Zhu Qingyi?
Situ Fengcheng had a bad feeling. “Let them in.”
Blood Saint Sijian and Miefeng were Heaven Pa.s.s Blood Generals. They had extremely high status, but they were still polite when seeing Situ Fengcheng. Together, they said, “Greetings, General.”
Situ Fengcheng nodded, gesturing for them to rise. “No need to be so polite. I am curious about what bad news you’ll give me.”
“Zhu Qingyi was poisoned by the golden cobra in Xianji Mountain,” Blood Saint Miefeng said. “She was captured by Zhang Ruochen.”