God Emperor - Chapter 1820
Chapter 1820: The Black Market’s Stronghold
Hua Cangying’s distinctive Flame Escape Technique was both mysterious and unparalleled. In a blink of an eye, he had brought Xue Chou with him to a desolate area of the city thousands of miles away.
Hua Cangying gently shook the White Bone Fan and was a little moved as he said to himself, “They did not pursue us.”
“They were probably very wary of you, My Lord, and dared not take the risk,” Xue Chou said with a smile.
Hua Cangying was quite confident with his own strength and nodded gently.
Xue Chou then continued, “Unfortunately, that Saint from the Chen Clan survived. Our strike against the Chen Clan will definitely be exposed. Once the Chen Clan is on guard, it will be much difficult for us to succeed!”
Hua Cangying smiled. “That Chen Clan Saint would have already sent word back to the Eastern Region’s Saint King Manor. It would be meaningless even if he was killed.”
“That’s true, as long as that thing is destroyed, we can sit back and relax,” Xue Chou said.
Rustle.
A gentle wind then blew on Hua Cangying’s face.
He noticed a faint trace of Saint Force within it and immediately turned his gaze to the right side of the ruins.
He then saw a white-robed monk standing on the wall since who knows when.
The white-robed monk seemed to have an unconventional temperament, and his white hair was styled in a crew cut.
“Such a powerful technique in hiding one’s aura. For me to only discover him after he was twenty feet of me.” Hua Cangying was extremely shocked.
Hua Cangying remained calm as he asked, “May I know who you are?”
“Those who come do not come, those who go do not go,” the white-robed monk said solemnly.
A look of sudden realization dawned upon Hua Cangying’s eyes as he said, “Ah, it’s Senior Wayfarer. My apologies.”
“Master Hua, I’m here to pick you up. Let’s go, everyone is waiting for you at Tianjue Pavilion,” the white-robed monk named Wayfarer said with a smile.
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The Hailruin Continent, one of the five largest continents of the Eastern Region Holy City.
The 31st City District was located at the northwest edge of the Hailruin Continent and was close to the polar region. It was covered in snow all year long. While it was within the Eastern Region Holy City, it was unusually desolate, and the mountains were pristine and unsullied.
The Black Market’s stronghold in the area was built beneath the 31st City District. Those who are not of the Black Market’s Hall of Excellence would never know of its location.
On that day, when Murong Yue was attacked and the Godstone was snatched away, she had used a Life-Preservation Escape Talisman to flee and hid in that place to heal her wounds.
She sat cross-legged on a bed of sacred jade, with her upper body exposed. Her skin was as white as cream, but under her right shoulder was a bloody hole the size of a wine cup.
In the blood hole, black mist continued to radiate out of it like a meandering horned dragon as it spread all around.
Extremely evil energy was afflicting her, and her wounds could not heal. Instead, they worsened.
“Kuhkk!”
She spat out a mouthful of dark red Saint Blood from her mouth.
The ground crackled as a half a foot wide pit was corroded upon it.
“What powerful demon technique, and even with my Jiyin Body would be afflicted by it with no way to refine it out of my system. If it was another Saint King with a different body type, that person would be long dead, reduced to a pool of blood.”
A figure appeared in Murong Yue’s mind.
The figure was extremely thin, with a face as pale as paper and chains wrapped all around the body like a zombie.
It was that person who destroyed all of her defenses and wounded her with just a point of the finger.
In recent years, Murong Yue did not compete for the position of the Lord of the Black Market’s Hall of Excellence. She was instead taken by a mysterious person to an awakened land and had obtained a supreme opportunity. Her cultivation improved by leaps and bounds, reaching the level of a Seven-step Saint King.
Even so, in the face of those elites from the Celestial Court, she was still so vulnerable.
She had a sense of powerlessness and felt rather lost.
“Am I really a Chosen One? Why can’t I do anything in this chaotic world?”
Murong Yue thought of that mysterious man, and the words he told her when he brought her to the awakened land.
“You are a Chosen One, and whether the Kunlun Realm could rise again, you will bear a very important responsibility.”
What was a Chosen One?
Who was she chosen by?
And who was that mysterious person?
Murong Yue’s heart was full of doubts. The other party did not tell her anything. He only let her experience the world and temper herself amidst the struggle to form her Immortal Saint Body and become a Supreme Saint.
“It was ultimately a difficult thing to nurture a true powerhouse by helping them, and only through cultivation by one step at a time would there be unlimited possibilities for the future. But I have no choice but to do this. There is not much time left for the Kunlun Realm.”
Murong Yue knew that she was one of those cultivators that were given a helping hand, and perhaps she would only be of use at the most important moment, but she was definitely not someone that would turn the tide.
By giving cultivators a helping hand was to invest in potential.
The people who would decide Kunlun’s future must definitely be a lifeform that had cultivated one step at a time.
Boom!! Boom!!
Suddenly, the underground chamber shook violently as a series of array inscriptions appeared on the wall.
Murong Yue’s expression changed as she immediately grabbed a layer of black yarn to cover her delicate and petite body as she stood up and got ready to fight.
A black-robed elder rushed into the place Murong Yue was healing her wounds with a shocked look on his face. “Miss, there are powerhouses of the Saint King realm attacking the stronghold. I’m afraid that the stronghold’s defensive wards will not hold any longer.”
“They have caught up so quickly?”
Murong Yue knew that she was by no means a match for her pursuers, and took out an ancient device from the awakened land as she prepared to activate it to escape again.
The ancient device was shaped like a crescent moon and exuded a cyan luster as a faint divine force radiated out of it.
Boom!! Boom!!
A terrible shock wave tore through the stronghold’s defensive wards, and suddenly the world suddenly collapsed.
A series of cries rang out underground as the Black Market cultivators in the secret stronghold suffered massive casualties. The shock wave smashed the bodies of many into a paste and their bones into dust.
The force was chilling, and not only did it tore the ground apart, but it also froze everything within hundreds of miles in ice. Its power terrifying.
“Miss, run away… Argh…”
The black-robed elder standing before Murong Yue was frozen by the cold air and was turned into an ice sculpture before Murong Yue’s eyes.
A cold sword-like glint appeared in Murong Yue’s eyes as she yelled out, “This is too much!”
A thin man wrapped in chains, with a face as white as paper, stood in the air above the Black Market stronghold. He held a silver bowl in his hand and gathered the full power of the Sixth Radiance as he prepared to launch a second wave of attack.
The person was Bai Yuejun, and he was the senior of one of the Fane of Youshen’s Fatal Six, the Drifter. He had been a Nine-step Saint King for over a thousand years, and his accumulation was impressive as an ancient monster that had lived for over two thousand years.
Whoosh!!
A blue moon blasted out of the ground and slashed at him.
Bai Yuejun let out a cackling laugh, as he let the blue moon cut into him.
Bai Yuejun’s body shattered and turned into a white robe that instead wrapped around the blue moon.
The next moment, Bai Yuejun’s body reappeared in another location.
Whoosh.
The chains flew out and wrapped around the white robe and the blue moon as he dragged it to his side and suppressed it whole.
Murong Yue flew out of the bottom of the underground chamber, as a demonic moon appeared above her head. Right then, a surge of Demonic Qi enveloped the area, as she tried to recall the Ancient Blue Moon Artifact.
Suppressing the Blue Moon was also not an easy task for Bai Yuejun, as he said, “How unexpected. For the Kunlun Realm to have a young master like you, who is much stronger than the few chess pieces Empress Chi Yao had placed on the surface.”
Feng Chengdao stepped out of the void and appeared behind Murong Yue as he smiled and said, “She has a Jiyin Body and has also cultivated the Demonstone Engraving that is on the Taiyi Divine Techniques Rank. She must be a secret piece nurtured by some big figure of the Kunlun Realm.”
Bai Yuejun guffawed and said, “A Jiyin Body, eh? Just happen that I also have a cold constitution, and it is just very fine to capture her and use her as long-term nourishment. By taking her, she could even help me attain Supreme Sainthood.”
Bai Yuejun’s potential had been long exhausted, and under normal circumstances could no longer to make any further progress, and is stuck at the realm of a Nine-step Saint King for his entire lifetime.
But, the appearance of a Jiyin Body gave him hope.
Feng Chengdao smiled and said, “Heavens know how much resources the Kunlun Realm spent to raise her up. For her to reach the realm of a Seven-step Saint King at such a tender young age. If you do that, you will piss off many of the Kunlun Realm’s great figures.”
Murong Yue was surrounded on all sides and was in a desperate situation.
Nonetheless, she still remained calm, as the blood in her body circulated in a frenzy, as she used a forbidden technique that burnt saint blood, and the aura exuding from her body grew stronger and stronger.
Feng Chengdao frowned and was no longer keen to spectate as he blasted a finger seal at Murong Yue.
Boom!! Boom!!
With a point of the finger, a terrifying, oppressive beam as bright as day blasted out.
Murong Yue waved her arm, as a shadow of a Demonic Steele appeared, and clashed against the finger blast Feng Chengdao had shot out, and actually managed to block the attack.
“Girl, not bad!”
A demonic light appeared between Bai Yuejun’s eyebrows.
Suddenly, the black mist inside Murong Yue’s body became active. The faster her Saint Blood circulated, the faster the affliction of the black mist.
In an instant, the black mist had entered Murong Yue’s Sea of Qi and causing confusion in her consciousness.
Murong Yue knew that she could not last any longer as she said to herself, “Your Highness, where are you… Please hurry… or I can only blow up my Saint Source and take them along with me…”
At that moment, all of Murong Yue’s hopes were pinned on Zhang Ruochen.
A sharp laugh left Bai Yuejun’s mouth as he turned into a series of afterimages and rushed toward Murong Yue. He struck his finger out at the center of her brows, wanting to control her Saint Soul and take her as his slave.
Whooosh!!
The space trembled a little.
A masked figure appeared out of thin air beside Murong Yue as he struck forward with a palm-full of flames.
Crack.
Bai Yuejun’s fingers were caught.
Just as Bai Yuejun was stunned, the masked man broke his fingers, and with a blur, struck his chest with a palm strike and sending him flying.
Bai Yuejun’s body crashed into the snow, creating a groove that was several miles long.
The masked man stared at Feng Chengdao and snorted. “It’s really the Fane of Youshen. Snatching my stuff, and hurting my people. I will destroy all of you today.”
