Chapter 409: Image Of A God (1/2)

Chapter 409: Image Of A God

There were many paths leading to the capital. It was located in the central plains of the dynasty and contained all the auspicious fortunes due to its location at the dragon vein.

Divine Capital was the official name. It used to be called Jin Capital but four thousand years ago, a 1,874-meter tall divine statue was erected by the shore of the Jin River and shocked the world. Thus, the capital’s name was changed in accordance with the heaven’s wish.

This statue was majestic as it looked down on the world and the heaven. At that point, a princess from the family decided to become a nun and started nunnery around the statue with the name, “Faith Convent.” [1]

What used to be a grass hut has grown into a sacred ground for the Buddhists.

Feiyun was learning all of this from Wan Xiangcen.

“One more day and we’ll reach the Faith Convent, then we’ll only be half a day from the capital using a water route.” Xiangcen sat under a lamp with her jade-like face. Her pretty eyes were especially clear as if they were made from glass.

One could hear the sound of waves hitting the hulls outside while the night mist invaded through the windows.

They were traveling on a red ivory warship on top of the Jin River for almost half a month now to reach Central Royal.

This ship could travel thirty thousand miles each day, faster than the flying speed of a Heaven’s Mandate cultivator. A grand blacksmithing master would need several hundred years and an insane amount of materials in order to build one.

Cultivators needed to use these warships if they wanted to across the prefectures.

The warship absorbed the sun rays for energy so it traveled the quickest during the day and slowed down considerably at night. It was only the beginning of nighttime right now so the passengers were cultivating. Only a few young ones during their first journey would be hanging out by the deck.

Feiyun said: “Such a tall divine statue excavated from the river? I must take a look.”

Wan Xiangcen smiled back: “Most cultivators visiting the capital would go visit it. There are quite a few prodigies coming recently. If you go tomorrow, I’m sure you will meet many of the top ones.”

“That has nothing to do with me.” Feiyun only came to complete Feng Mo’s mission while checking out the most prosperous city. He didn’t care about anything else.

Xiangcen left for her room to rest. She couldn’t be as carefree as Feiyun since she needed to personally take care of many arrangements.

“That’s the ex-Seventh Lord for you, to be able to talk to her rapist so casually. Ordinary women can’t exactly do this.” Feiyun stared as she was leaving with a smile. He took a deep breath; the air still had her enchanting fragrance.

After being raped, other women, if they chose not to commit suicide, still wouldn’t dare to look at their rapists. However, Xiangcen didn’t have any problem in this regard.

She was much more frightening in this aspect compared to Ji Cangyue, Lu Liwei, and Bai Ruxue. She didn’t reveal her emotions and wasn’t blinded by vengeance.

He became much more vigilant of her and reminded himself that this was a heretical lord, not just a weak girl restraining herself.

After leaving the southern prefecture, Feiyun trained every day, wishing to break through to the second level. However, he couldn’t focus tonight as if something was interfering with his mind.

In the end, he left the room and stood by a red, winding corridor on the sixth floor. He looked up and could see a taiji diagram floating in the sky with a spirit board in the middle. It was gathering energy for the ship on top of acting as the directional compass.

Under the corridor was the deck nearly spanning for one thousand meters long. This was a behemoth made out of steel.

“Tomorrow, a girl from the Beauty’s Smile Pavilion will go pray at the convent. The master has given us orders to capture her and secretly take her back to the capital.” A quiet voice came from one of the rooms.

Even though there was a separating barrier, Feiyun’s hearing was good enough to faintly hear it, especially the words, “Beauty’s Smile Pavilion”. He became even more attentive after and thought to himself about Hongyan’s sister who was sold to this pavilion, the ultimate playground in the world.

With that, he focused even more to listen.

A different voice came about: “Master is talking about the pan-pipes beauty and musical maestro, Ye Xiaoxiang.”