vstars Chapter 197 The war begins
Chapter 197 The war begins
The terrifying gravitational field instantly intensified several times over.
A few breaths later, the gourd let out a mournful cry, quickly shrank, and was snatched into Kongming's hand.
"Senior, please spare your life!"
When the Xuanhuo Sect cultivator saw that the escape gourd bestowed upon him by his sect's patriarch had been easily taken away by Kongming, he was filled with utter despair. Ignoring the opinions of others, he knelt down with a thud and kowtowed to Kongming repeatedly.
The other cultivators were also trapped in the gravity field, like lambs to the slaughter, pressed almost to the ground, their limbs twisted, their faces full of pain.
"Do you want to live?" Kongming asked leisurely, staring at the Xuanhuo Sect cultivator with a mocking gaze.
The Xuanhuo Sect cultivator felt his hair stand on end under Kong Ming's gaze. What a load of rubbish about dignity! Survival was the most important thing!
So they kowtowed even more vigorously.
"I...I...please, senior, spare me! I still have eight..."
However, before he could finish speaking, Kongming pressed down with his hand, and several muffled thuds were heard.
Several other Golden Core cultivators, including Li Xin, were instantly blasted into nothingness by the power of the 'Old Six Beads'.
"Senior...you..."
Seeing how brutal the person before him was, attacking without warning and slaughtering Golden Core cultivators like dogs, the Xuanhuo Sect cultivator was even more convinced that Kong Ming was definitely a Nascent Soul old monster.
He stammered, unable to speak a complete sentence, his body trembling uncontrollably.
"I found it quite interesting to see you manipulating this magical artifact earlier. Tell me about it!"
Kongming glanced at the gourd in his hand, then at the trembling Xuanhuo Sect cultivator in front of him, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes.
The Xuanhuo Sect cultivator was so terrified that he couldn't muster even the slightest thought of resistance, and hurriedly said...
"Senior... this gourd is a naturally formed treasure. Our sect's ancestor obtained it by chance in his early years and later refined it into an escape magic weapon as a reward for the sect's grand competition. I am not very talented..."
"I have no interest in hearing your story of struggle," Kongming interrupted the Xuanhuo Sect cultivator impatiently.
Then, his eyes sharpened, and he asked, "When I saw you use this magic weapon just now, there was no fluctuation of spiritual energy. What happened?"
Upon hearing this, the Xuanhuo Sect cultivator breathed a sigh of relief. "So that's what you were asking about, senior. This thing is naturally born and nurtured by the heavens and earth, and it naturally absorbs the fire-attribute spiritual energy between heaven and earth, forming a small, circulating world inside. Therefore, when activating it, spiritual energy is not directly poured in from the outside, but only the spiritual energy stored inside is activated, so there is no obvious fluctuation of spiritual energy on the surface."
Kongming nodded slightly, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes. "In that case, this gourd is indeed a rare treasure. I wonder how to activate it?"
The Xuanhuo Sect cultivators dared not hide anything any longer and hurriedly told Kongming everything about how to drive the gourd.
It turns out that this object contains two magic arrays, which can be activated by specific incantations and hand seals.
Even ordinary people can drive it.
However, in its normal state, this thing's flight speed is not even comparable to that of ordinary flying spirit beasts, but once the second magic array inside it is activated...
The stored fire-attribute spiritual power will be released suddenly, and its speed will far exceed that of top-tier flying spirit beasts, even comparable to the flight speed of a Nascent Soul cultivator at its maximum speed.
However, once the internal spiritual energy is exhausted, the gourd will enter a dormant period until it reabsorbs enough fire-attribute spiritual energy.
"Senior, um... may I leave now?" the Xuanhuo Sect cultivator asked tremblingly.
Kongming put away the gourd and waved for him to leave.
Having received Kongming's permission, the Xuanhuo Sect cultivators were overjoyed and dared not linger for even a moment. They transformed into streaks of light and disappeared from the East Palace.
This was not out of kindness from Kongming, but rather a deliberate act of letting him leave so that he could spread the news of the Blood Drop Pavilion.
Originally, they intended to use An Lushan to leak the information to the three major factions of the Yuan Dynasty, but they did not expect that the guy was so cautious. Even though he had not tricked them, he still managed to prevent them from telling him the truth.
After the cultivators from the three major sects had either died or fled, only Kongming and Tiemu Jincheng remained in the East Palace Hall.
Temujin's face turned deathly pale, his legs went weak, and he stared at Kongming, his lips trembling. It took him a long time to manage to squeeze out a few words: "Master Zhuge, this...this...I was forced..."
Upon hearing this, Kongming looked at Temujincheng with a mocking expression, "Are you planning to go and keep Temuzhen company or what?"
Upon hearing this, Temujincheng's heart sank to the bottom. Having died once, he understood the preciousness of life even more.
"I don't want to go with him. I'm willing to serve you for life, even as a slave or servant, just please spare me!"
Temujincheng knelt down with a thud and burst into tears.
"Hahaha... Crown Prince, have you misunderstood something? The Yuan Emperor is alive and well. Are you cursing your father?"
Kongming burst into laughter, his sharp gaze fixed on Temujincheng like a blade.
When Temujin heard Kongming say this, he was first taken aback, and then a glimmer of hope welled up in his heart, but he dared not show it, and his face was full of struggle.
He cautiously raised his head, stole a glance at Kongming, and stammered, "Mr. Zhuge, you...you mean Father...he's alright? Then...then I..."
Kongming's smile vanished, his face darkened, and he coldly snorted, "Emperor Yuan is temporarily unharmed, but he is under the control of my Blood Drop Pavilion. If you obey my orders from now on, you may continue to enjoy your wealth and glory."
Upon hearing this, Temujin was both surprised and delighted. He quickly kowtowed again, saying, "Rest assured, sir. My father and I will follow your lead without question and will never dare to disobey you in the slightest."
Although Kongming didn't have a good impression of Tie Muzhen's family, he didn't want to take their lives out of consideration for the Zhang Tianchi (a type of ancient Chinese measuring instrument)...
Meanwhile, the Xuanhuo Sect cultivator who had been released by Kongming earlier finally reunited with the cultivators from the three major sects and recounted what had happened in the Eastern Palace.
When everyone learned that the Blood Drop Pavilion was behind the trouble and that there was a high chance that a Nascent Soul cultivator was in charge, they were immediately in an uproar.
Before they could react, a sinister and eerie horn sound suddenly echoed throughout the imperial city.
The voice was deep and drawn out, as if it came from the deepest hell, carrying a chilling sense of oppression.
As the horn sounded, a thick blood mist rapidly spread from all directions, instantly enveloping the entire imperial city.
Within the blood mist, shadowy figures emerged, their forms twisted and exuding a thick, pungent stench of blood.
"It really is the Blood Drop Pavilion! Everyone, quickly... quickly split up and run to send the information back to the sect!" A cultivator from one of the three major sects shouted hoarsely upon seeing this.
Before his voice could even echo in the air, a twisted figure shot out from the blood mist like a black lightning bolt, instantly piercing through his chest.
The cultivator's eyes widened, blood gushing from his mouth as he fell straight backward, crashing to the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust...