Chapter 300: Apricot Manor (1/2)

Chapter 300: Apricot Manor

Life was too fragile! The girls couldn’t overcome the knots in their hearts and personally ended their own lives. No one could stop someone who wanted to die.

Their blood dyed the snow red, and even more drops flowed in a dazzling manner. The stench of blood was absent. On the contrary, there was a faint, sentimental fragrance that lingered in the air.

Zhao Tian clenched his fists and was about to break his teeth from grinding them. Why did they have to die? It was because of the heretics. As a man, he failed to protect them. How could he be considered a man any longer?

“Ahhh!” He screamed with bloodshot eyes.

The four beautiful girls were alive just a moment ago, but they have now fallen to the ground and became as cold as ice. After dying, there were smiles of respite on their faces.

Feng Feiyun asked: “What’s your name?”

“Martial Tower, Zhao Tian.”

“Take care of their bodies and bring them back to the Wanxiang Pagoda.” A glint appeared in Feiyun’s eyes as he dragged his saber into the mansion and declared: “A life for a life. Four girls have died, so forty heretical members shall be buried with them!”

This was ten lives to pay for one!

Zhao Tian stared at the back of the armored soldier while being full of admiration. There were still true men in this world that weren’t afraid of the heretical schools.

***

Today, the princess invited the world’s heroes to gather at the Apricot Mansion. The majority of the young prodigies at Trinity came running not only for the five spirit grasses, but also to see the rank four beauty of the Jin Dynasty.

The mansion had opened its gates without any guards, anyone could enter today. Feng Feiyun noticed a red apricot garden decorated with white snow after entering. The imagery of white flakes dancing with red petals was quite beautiful.

It took him half an hour before crossing through this garden to reach a large lake. He then traversed two steep mountains full of flowers before seeing a palace with red walls and green tiles as well as birds flying in the sky. There must be more than one hundred pavilions and buildings here.

This manor was gigantic since it was the city lord’s private property. An ordinary courtyard couldn’t compare to it.

Feng Feiyun tried his best to calm his anger by taking this stroll and looking at the sceneries while listening to the zither music. He closed his eyes and immersed himself before he reached one of the buildings. The music stopped at this point.

“Boom!” A fight with spirit techniques was taking place in the sky that could be heard from the distance.

It was a fierce battle that had been going on for a while now. Dozens of matches had taken place. As he made his way closer, the sound of battle became clearer.

There were many young cultivators along the way, including heretical prodigies wearing their black cloaks and students from the Dao Gate with their daoist robes. There were also nuns dressed in white from the Beastmaster Camp as well as many young geniuses from the Wanxiang Pagoda…

They were rushing over with many different methods, such as flying or riding cranes. Some stood on the back of skeletal centipedes, so no one paid attention to Feng Feiyun. All of them had strong backings for they were top geniuses in the present. A Thousand-man Commander was no different than wild weed and couldn’t get into their sight.

Beyond this section of buildings was an open field. This was finally the Apricot Manor with young and famous heroes everywhere.

Princess Luofu was seated in a pavilion. She was wearing a golden dress, making her seem just like a fairy. Her hair was as black and smooth as a waterfall and a yellow veil was covering her face. A dragon’s aura was being exuded from her body. Ordinary people wouldn’t be able to help themselves from kneeling in her presence.

Attendant Yu, adorned in a blue-dove robe, stood with a smile next to her. Eight inner-court experts with their black armor were also standing behind the pavilion in a line like eight unstoppable gods of war. They all emitted supreme battle intents.

No one dared to approach the princess. There was a woman dressed in white next to her, holding a violet zither. She also had a veil alongside an ethereal temperament.

There were too many cultivators here. Feng Feiyun was standing below an old apricot tree in the distance, so he could only see slightly moving figures and had no way of squeezing in.

Many important characters were present, such as four of the lords from the halls of the Senluo Temple. The third, fourth, seventh, and tenth lords were the ones present. They were the strongest among the heretical younger generation and had other experts beside them.

The halls were independent of each other despite having frightening power. However, in order to contend with the pagoda, they temporarily joined together. Alas, they had been separated for more than a thousand years and were quite wary of one another. A few halls were even antagonistic towards each other. There was no way for them to command great solidarity.

In addition to the heretical schools, the Beastmaster Camp, the eighteen marquis’ groups, the four great clans, and other powers also sent their young prodigies to this place. One could see from this that the princess’ influence among the younger generation was extraordinary.