Chapter 487: Volume 4 Prologue (1/2)
”So, have you made up your mind?”
”Yeah. I and my family should try our luck there. I believe my family can benefit a lot if they get to train in Azure Dragon's Planet.”
Currently, Jia Shan and Ma Ping were in front of Siren City's east gate. The other elders were there as well to send Ma Moxi off.
As promised, Uriel would send Ma Moxi, his family, and friends to Venti's Planet as they got the invitation. This was their golden opportunity to obtain the Azure Dragon's guidance, which was equal to having a deity as their mentor.
”Alright. Good luck. I really envy you,” Jia Shan stroked his beard and bid farewell to Ma Ping.
”When I come back again, I'll probably be an immortal. Don't give up too early, Jia Shan. Your potential is stronger than others. You must not give up cultivation.”
”As if I'm going to give up pursuing immortality. I ate a divine pill, and I haven't digested all its energy yet! Also, Miaomiao said he would give me soul stones when he returns. With the cultivation resources from his backers, I will eventually ascend for sure!”
”Hahaha! Good. How about this? Let's spar when we meet again. The loser has to treat the winner a divine pill.”
”Aren't you greedy? A divine pill?”
”What? You scare?”
”Jokes on you, you old coot! I'll beat your ass next time!”
”Hahahaha!”
Ma Ping and Jia Shan finished their chat. The former gathered with his family members, including Ma Moxi, Ma Shoucheng, Tang Fan, Ku'er, and Dong Bai.
Most disciples from Spear Division under Ma Ping and half of the men that Ma Moxi had trained were there as well. They would follow their masters to the higher realm to train.
A few men from Ma Clan and the two division's disciples remained behind.
Pang Lingming and his disciples chose to stay. Even Pao Luo, the weird fluffy man, declined the invitation.
Pang Lingming had a legitimate reason to remain behind as he wanted to continue nurturing Spear Division's disciples as well as watching over the Ma Clan Manor when everyone was away.
As for Pao Luo, he had another reason. He married a beautiful dryad, and his wife had a child.
No one knew how Pao Luo managed to make his wife pregnant, but he did it. Many men praised him for his courage and dedication.
Uriel reopened a 50-meter tall long-distance portal, leading directly to Venti's planet. Then, everyone from Siren City waved their hands, bidding farewell.
Ma Moxi gazed at the top of Miaomiao's Pylon Tower one last time. He was a bit sad that his boss wasn't here to send him off.
Still, Ma Moxi never forgot his determination and his resolve. Even though the nightmare of Ma Chao's Karma sometimes haunted him, he swore with his Dao Oath that he would become someone useful for Miaomiao in the future.
'Goodbye, Miaomiao. I'll definitely surpass you and become useful to you.'
The Ma Clan entered the portal without looking back.
…
After the Ma Clan left Siren City, the crowd dispersed and continued with their lives while Siren City's representatives rushed back to the Yin Slave Mansion to have another meeting with Uriel and Azazel.
Pang Lingming stood alone on the platform. He bitterly smiled and sighed as he decided to leave the Holy Land Tournament's matter to the next generation.
”Uncle Pang. Are you sad that you have to be here alone?”
A fat short man with pimples on his face waved his hands and greeted his uncle. He nonchalantly laughed as if it was none of his business.
”Pang Tong? I thought you were still in the prison.”
”Hey. The sentence was only a month. I didn't commit a crime!”
”Masturbating in public is already a crime. Anyway, why are you here? Why don't you cultivate like the others?”
”I just want to chat with you, uncle. Do you know where Lord Mao Miaomiao currently is?”
”How should I know?”
”But we saw his live broadcast a few days ago. I thought you knew since the Ma Clan is close with Mao Miaomiao.”
”You're asking the wrong person. Only his mistresses and the deities know the answer.”
”… I see. Anyway, do you know what happens to the warfront? I heard the rumor that Lady Liu Guang has conquered the entire continent when everyone was away.”
”I don't have a clue.”
”Are you really serving the Mao Clan?”
”If you want intel, try harder. I'm busy.”
Pang Lingming ignored Pang Tong and returned to Ma Clan Manor.
Pang Tong grumbled and scratched his head. He wanted to offer his service to Miaomiao's office, but his people were too efficient, completing menial tasks without a room for him to join.
”Ah, fuck. Am I too late?”
”Obviously, you are too late. You should have offered yourself to Mao Miaomiao when they were at the weakest. Now, they're the strongest force on this continent, and no enemy can stop them. Of course, you won't get any job here since all important posts are occupied.”
Pang Tong frowned. He turned around to see the speaker. Then, he found his junior disciple, who studied at the same school when they were young.
”Ah, Kongming. So, you're here, too. I thought you returned home.”
The speaker was a 6-year-old boy. However, his cultivation base already reached the 4th-stage. He also wore the badge and the white uniform of Ten Path of Nirvana Sect, the Alchemy Division.
”Holy Land Continent is boring. I'd rather spend my days training here. The cultivation method and the environment here are superior to the Seven Great Clans. Why should I return home and struggle against my siblings when I can laze around here and be called a genius?”
”That's vain pride, you brat. Competition is the best motivation to get stronger. If you lack motivation, you'll become lazy, and you'll stagnate.”
”Like you.”
”Yeah, like me… HEY!!”
”Hahaha! Don't worry, Senior Pang. I won't become a lazy ass like you.”
”YOU DAMN BRAT!!”
Zhuge Kongming laughed and ran away while Pang Tong furiously chased after his junior. Their voices and the local people's buzzing noises mixed in, and nobody could tell what the kids were talking about.
The days of Siren City were as peaceful as ever.
…
Seven months had passed since Uriel initiated the Qualifier Round.
At the southeast sea checkpoint of Holy Land Continents, many flying ships, giant beasts, massive hawks, and cultivators on flying treasures gathered over the floating fortress.
The leaders of each group visited the fortress to report their names and their origins so that they could obtain a permit to enter the Holy Land Continent.
After all, the tournament would start soon. The registration deadline of all major representatives from various continents was next week, and the Holy Land Tournament's First Round would begin the day after that!