Chapter 204 - The Army of the Demon (2) (1/2)

There were altogether four nations in the Yun State, namely Cheng Chong Kingdom, Luo Xuan Kingdom, Ming Shen State and Zhao Ti Kingdom.

Cheng Chong was the most powerful kingdom among the four, taking up half of the land in the Yun State. The other three would pay tribute to it for protection. There was no strong cultivation sect on this land, so a lot of minor sects sprang out here, who outlined the sphere of their influence and plundered resources from those kingdoms.

Each sect would send a plenipotentiary to act as the Prime Minister of the kingdoms.

As the strongest one, Cheng Chong Kingdom paid tribute to all four sects every year, so it had four Prime Ministers.

However, ordinary people didn’t care about those deity-level affairs. They just started work at day break and retired at sunset. For hundreds of years, they just lived in this peaceful circle with the elder, seldomly confronting big troubles.

Right now, in a small town on the border of Cheng Chong kingdom, the annual temple fair was in full swing. A lot of young men and women wore their new clothes and came here. Ladies were wearing the finest jade hairpin, while the gentlemen were chanting poetry and painting pictures on teahouse, waving silk fans gracefully. Once a lady’s pleasure boat stopped, they would raise their voices, making everyone laugh out.

The bring and clean moon was hanging on the sky, casting its velvety light on everything. The clear moonlight, the well-illuminated town, all of these seemed brilliant and pleasant. As the boats moved through the river, the faint sound of oars and elegant smalls of ladies made the night even more charming.

A gentleman in white was quite drunk, staggering to the riverside. He lost his balance, nearly fell into the water.

Within a blink, a soft hand held him. He raised his head and saw a beautiful lady wearing a veil, who was gazing at him. Her eyes, as attractive as the crescent moon, indicated her smiling. She said gently, “Be careful, gentleman. Don’t fall into the water.”

The gentleman felt a little bit nervous and hurried nodded.

As her boat moved away, ripples quivered around it. He looked at the handkerchief in his hand, noticing a simple but elegant character “Fang” on its corner. The character was embroidered on the handkerchief, making him quite happy.

It was the custom of the town-if a lady had a crash on a man in the temple fair, she could give him the handkerchief embroidered with her family name. If the man also fell in love with her, he could go to her home and propose a marriage with that handkerchief.

The gentleman, holding the bridge and looking at the clear and dancing river.

The moon was so bright today, and more and more stars began to shine like fireballs, which were getting larger. The gentleman gazed at the seemingly falling stars and he already could imagine the day after when he came to her family and proposed.

What sort of a lady was she?

Her voice was so soft, her behavior so demure and her eyes so beautiful.

When countless horrible fireballs hit the ground, the gentleman was chased of by numerous hideous monsters. When he hid on a boat by the river, he saw her eyes again.