Chapter 69 - 69 Golden Blood Dragon Cultivation! Grand Martial Competition!
After that, the escort mission went quite smoothly. The master of the Cui family, who had only paid the deposit, wanted to take away the fifty sets of armor, but Qin Huai suppressed the servants and guards on the spot.
He collected an additional four thousand taels of silver as medical expenses to settle the matter and left in high spirits.
Qin Huai had earned nearly 20,000 taels of silver in just two days from his escort trip. It was actually too much.
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In the small courtyard of the dojo, Qin Huai sat cross-legged on the bed the moment he returned.
This was because he had discovered that there was only one white dragon left on the way. By the time he returned, there were already three.
His consciousness sank into his body and soul dantian.
The white dragon ring was still circling around the purple ball of lightning, but above the ball of lightning, there was a drop of golden blood the size of a green bean hovering quietly.
It was the golden blood cultivated by the blood heart technique. Wisps of white qi surrounded the pea-sized golden blood, and the white gas would expand with every circle.
“The golden blood has the effect of healing wounds, but I didn’t expect it to also heal the white dragon.”
The unexpected joy caused ripples in Qin Huai’s heart. Furthermore, the speed of recovery was exactly the same as him taking in a day’s worth of experience.
“If I use this drop of golden blood on a white dragon, I can at least repair a dragon,” Qin Huai thought.
If he were to wait for his blood heart technique to advance a few more levels, his golden blood might be able to restore a white dragon in an hour, or even half an hour in the time for several incense sticks to burn.
At that time, he would truly be able to enjoy using a forbidden technique as an ordinary attack. Moreover, he didn’t have to return to the dojo at a fixed time, which was a supply station, making it much more convenient.
Hualala…
Without any warning, it started to rain heavily outside the courtyard. It made the already cold late autumn even colder.
Da da da da…
Hurried footsteps sounded outside the door.
“Junior Brother Qin, follow me to the entrance of the dojo.” It was Qi Yangbing.
Qin Huai grabbed an oil-paper umbrella and put on his new clothes. He pushed the door open and followed Qi Yangbing to the dojo entrance.
“What is it?”
“I heard there are traces of demons, and the city lord has called the dojo masters of the eight big martial arts centers for a meeting. You and I will travel together with Master.” Qi Yangbing roused his qi and blood to shout out loud for Qin Huai to hear clearly.
“Damn this weather.” Qin Huai cursed under his breath. His poison and armor had been destroyed, and he had yet to replenish them.
In front of the dojo, an old man with a sage-like demeanor stood in the rain in a white robe.
He allowed the rain to wash over him, but there was not a single speck of dust on his white robe. It was as if everything was pushed aside in front of the old man.
“Master!”
The two of them cupped their fists and saluted.
Qin Huai looked carefully at Sun Yuanshan’s body. There were no traces of a wind wall on him. Only a faint airflow was faintly visible, but it kept the violent wind and rain out.
It was an extremely high realm. Was this what a sixth refinement warrior was?
“Is there any foundation left?” Sun Yuanshan said as he walked.
“There was a fierce battle on this trip, and I used them all.” Qin Huai understood what his master was referring to.
“I prepared these for you,” Sun Yuanshan said as he took something out of his pocket. “I divided this packet of heart-softening powder into twelve small packets… This is hell dance, thirty small packets. This is a mixture of spicy powder and lime powder, two big packets, thirty per packet…”
Sun Yuanshan took them out, and Qin Huai stuffed them into his clothes.
The master and disciple were very familiar with this, and their movements were extremely smooth, as if their left hand had reversed their right hand.
After a while, Sun Yuanshan had lost a lot of weight, and Qin Huai had gained weight again.
Qi Yangbing’s eyes were wide open as he watched. He was not as talented as his junior brother in this field.
“Master, is this trip dangerous?”
“It shouldn’t be a big deal, but I wanted to give them just in case,” Sun Yuanshan replied.
The three of them were all extraordinary martial artists, and their speed was extremely fast, so they arrived at the city lord’s mansion in an hour.
They met two strong men at the corner of the street. One of them had a handsome face.
He was Reihom, whom they had met once and was known as the number one person among the younger generation in Pingnan. He was carrying a black spear that was several meters long, and his eyes were determined.
It was Qin Huai’s first time seeing the other person, but he could roughly guess that he was the head of the Thunderbolt Dojo, Bai Bashan.
Two muscular monsters… They walked like two small mountains.
The two rows of people looked at each other but did not greet each other.
In front of the city Lord’s mansion, two groups of soldiers in black armor exuded a murderous aura.
In the mansion, Sun Tong held his halberd, and his eyes were cold. As he looked at the two people from the Thunderbolt Dojo, his eyes seemed to be filled with killing intent.
“This is bad.” Sun Yuanshan clicked his tongue and entered.
Suddenly, Sun Tong’s eyes changed. He looked at Sun Yuanshan and the other two with a gentler expression and even nodded slightly.
“This kid, could he be an admirer of this old man when he was young?” Sun Yuanshan walked past the front hall and muttered suspiciously.
The group walked into the meeting hall at the back. There were two purple-black Taishi chairs with gold, and on the left was an elegant middle-aged man with a walnut in his hand.
On the armchair on the right was Bai Bashan, who had just arrived. Four nanmu flower phoenix condors were placed on either side of him.
There were already five people. Those who were close to the seats of honor, those who carried knives, those who held spears, and those whose fists were wrapped in white cloth…
Their identities were very distinct. They were the second-class of the eight great dojos, Mang Mountain Saber Dojo, Three Tassels Spear Dojo, and the White Wave Fist Dojo.
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Further down, there was a skinny old man who was wearing a green robe. He was the master of the Crane Dojo, Qing Yunhe. There was also a ball-like middle-aged man who was even more muscular than Bai Bashan. He was the master of Tyrant Fist Dojo, Bao Ziyan.
These were the masters of the eight major martial arts centers, and behind them were their young disciples.
Sun Yuanshan sat at the end of the table, while Qin Huai and Qi Yangbing were on the left and right.
After waiting for a while, an ordinary-looking, barehanded middle-aged man arrived with a pair of twin sisters. He sat opposite Sun Yuanshan.
The people from the eight big martial arts centers were all here.
“Since everyone is here, let’s begin.” Hu Guanpan went straight to the point. “What is everyone’s decision on the matter of cultivating the four-directional tiger-wolf technique? ”
“Forgive me for being blunt, but cultivating the four-directional tiger-wolf technique at the same time is no doubt ruining the future of my disciples and grand disciples! I can’t agree to this!” Qing Yunhe was the first to speak.
“That’s right, this method definitely won’t work.” Bao Ziyan also spoke up. “If the city lord insists on this, then I think we can only fight first.”
His words were full of gunpowder. However, the other dojo masters didn’t stop him. Obviously, the masters of the eight major martial arts centers had already talked to each other in private.
Hu Guanpan didn’t think much of it and said slowly, “The latest news is that a wave of demons has already reached Fenshan City, which is only 700 li away from Pingnan. It’ll take at most half a year for them to reach Pingnan.”
As soon as this news came out, the faces of the dojo masters changed.
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Their intelligence network was far inferior to Hu Guanpan’s. Although they knew that the wave of demons would reach Pingnan sooner or later, they didn’t expect it to be so fast.
“How many?”
“Seven to eight thousand,” Hu Guanpan said.
“If Fenshan City can kill half of the demons, if we work together, we might win,” Bai Bashan said slowly.
Pingnan City was the ancestral land and also the foundation of their estate. Their family members were all here. They must not move unless they had no other choice.
“That’s why I want all of you to cultivate the four-directional tiger-wolf technique. It will definitely reduce the number of casualties,” Hu Guanpan continued.
“No, no, no.”
“This is the only way? I can’t do it.” The man with the knife shook his head.
The two sides haggled for a long time.
“If you doubt me and are not willing to cultivate at the same time, I have a plan.”
Seeing that he couldn’t persuade them, Hu Guanpan sighed helplessly.
“My city lord’s mansion is proficient in large formations. When the time comes, listen to me and arrange your troops. There is a high chance that we will be able to block the wave of demons.”
The masters of the eight martial arts centers looked at each other and nodded. Compared to cultivating the four-directional tiger-wolf technique, this was the best and indeed reasonable.
Upon seeing this, Hu Guanpan called for someone to bring a map, which was placed on the square table in the center.
The group immediately walked forward and looked at the detailed map of Pingnan. One by one, the terrain was circled. It was an important mountain pass to enter and exit Pingnan.
The people from the eight major martial arts centers looked around and nodded.
“This method is possible, but the difficulty of defending these strategic locations is different. I wonder how the city lord would like to distribute our forces?”
“That’s right. This Tiger Mouth Mountain is the direct path from Fenshan to Pingnan, so it will be the most dangerous. Whoever guards it will suffer heavy losses!”
Hu Guanpan laughed. “Why don’t we rank the young people based on their strength and then choose our seats first? ”
“Are you talking about the eighth martial competition?”
“With the help of my city lord’s mansion, we can organize a grand martial arts competition and set the time to be half a year later. This will give the kids time to improve themselves. What do you think?”
The dojo masters looked at each other. They finally understood that the city lord’s mansion’s series of actions tried to force them to cultivate the four-directional tiger-wolf technique.
The grand martial arts competition was his real purpose. However, it seemed that this was the only reasonable way…