Chapter 1399: Chen Ling's Warning

Chen Ling's Warning

Within the deathly silent royal palace.

Chen Ling's figure slowly sat up from the bed...

As if sensing something, he raised a hand to wipe away the bloodstain at the corner of his mouth. A broken insect corpse had already been unconsciously spat onto the ground by him, as if proving that everything that had just happened wasn't a dream.

"Thank me for the contributions I've made for the Calamities?" Chen Ling furrowed his brows tightly, somewhat unable to guess the meaning of Thought Calamity's last sentence.

"What... contribution have I made?"

Chen Ling didn't understand, so he simply stopped thinking about it. Enduring his head, which was still somewhat groggy from the hangover, he stood up, pulled out the radio from the edge of the throne, and listened carefully.

There hadn't been any particularly big news on the channels of the major domains these past two days. The combat at the frontlines remained at a stalemate. This war of attrition, which had lasted for months, had already exhausted everyone's mental energy, and the residents in the domains were no longer paying as much attention to the frontline situation. After all, everyone still had to live. Since an unknown point in time, the war had already seeped into their daily lives.

However, having just finished the World-Ending Meeting, Chen Ling tasted a hint of a different flavor amidst this calmness.

Chen Ling sighed lightly. After pondering for a moment, he still muttered to himself, "Should I perhaps warn them?"

Upon the throne, Chen Ling slowly closed his eyes.

A moment later,

A trace of pitch-black gradually dyed the great crimson theatrical robe.

...

"General Jian!"

"It's General Jian, he's back!"

"..."

At the frontlines of the Hanging Jade Domain, a weary figure draped in battered armor was currently advancing along the desolate long road. His bloodstained hair was scattered across his shoulders, having already knotted and congealed due to prolonged combat.

However, the moment they saw him, several reporters and citizens wearing volunteer armbands swarmed forward. Yet, before they could even get close, they were deterred by the overwhelmingly intense smell of blood on his body, almost unable to resist dry-heaving on the spot.

"Don't come near me." The figure draped in armor raised his eyelids and shot them a weary glance.

"If your souls are injured by the killing intent, I won't pay compensation..."

After casually dropping a single sentence, he directly bypassed the crowd and walked toward a nearby military tent.

Watching the view of his back as he left, several people were unable to recover their senses, even forgetting to take photos. It wasn't until someone couldn't hold it in and ran to the side to start dry-heaving that they regained their clarity.

"Such a strong smell of blood... Just how many Calamities did General Jian kill?"

"I don't know, but I heard he fought at the frontlines for two days and two nights before coming back. It has to be at least a few hundred, right?"

"He killed for two days and two nights?! Doesn't he get tired?"

"General Jian is like this every time he goes to the battlefield. He won't come back until he kills to the point of complete exhaustion."

"So amazing..."

"Oh crap, which one of you took a photo just now?? The news for today's newspaper would be all set!"

"..."

Under the flashing lights of cameras, Jian Changsheng lifted the door flap and directly entered the tent.

Behind the door flap, a figure wearing a Tang suit and small round sunglasses was currently reclining on a rocking chair, looking completely exhausted. In the corner of the tent beside him, in a patch of soil that had clearly been freshly turned over, a small half of a snow-white head was faintly exposed, currently motionless, resembling a newly planted white radish.

Seeing Jian Changsheng return covered in blood, the reclining Sun Bumian shot him a glance and spoke somewhat helplessly:

"I say, aren't you going a bit too hard?"

"Since I promised the Xuanyu Base that I'd go all out, of course I have to do it." Jian Changsheng was just about to sit down on a stool to the side when Sun Bumian took the initiative to stand up and gave up his rocking chair for him.

Jian Changsheng also didn't decline. He directly sat down heavily on it and reclined completely, letting out a comfortable groan.

"Every day, as soon as you wake up, you go to the battlefield and don't come back until you've killed to the point of complete exhaustion. This has already been going on for months... If you keep going like this, can your body handle it?" Sun Bumian leaned against a pillar and asked with a frown.

"Don't forget, I am an [Asura]... This level of intensity is nothing to me at all."

Jian Changsheng raised his scar-covered palm, a faint light glimmering in his eyes. "Furthermore, thanks to these continuous months of slaughter, I feel... I'm about to break through again."

"Damn, you really are a monster," Sun Bumian complained.

An Asura's role in a war was beyond doubt, and this kind of large-scale battlefield was also a hotbed for an Asura's advancement.

Over the past few months, the number of Calamities Jian Changsheng had killed was several times more than what Sun Bumian and Jiang Xiaohua had killed combined. Looking at the entire battlefield, he was an absolute mainstay. It was precisely because of this that they had already become honored guests of the Hanging Jade Domain, and Jian Changsheng's prestige among the citizens had reached a terrifying degree.

In the eyes of outsiders, Jian Changsheng was the invincible General Jian. But only Sun Bumian and Jiang Xiaohua knew just exactly what kind of effort Jian Changsheng had put in behind the scenes.

Sun Bumian walked over to the corner of the tent and poured a cup of water for Jian Changsheng. Just as he was about to turn around and hand it to him, a burst of faint snoring came from the rocking chair.

Sun Bumian: "..."

Sun Bumian silently tilted his head back and drank the cup of water himself, preparing to find a random stool to rest on for a bit longer. The next second, Jian Changsheng on the rocking chair shuddered violently, directly tumbling to the ground along with the rocking chair!

Thump——!

A dull sound echoed within the tent.

Sun Bumian's expression changed. His pupils, nested with rings, immediately swept across the surroundings as he spoke, fully alert:

"Enemy attack?? Where is the enemy??"

Even Jiang Xiaohua, who was sleeping in the ground, was alarmed. A white-haired head directly popped out of the ground with a "plop" sound, looking around in bewilderment.

"Cough cough cough cough cough cough..."

To the side, Jian Changsheng staggered up from the ground and supported himself against the rocking chair, a trace of blankness flashing in his eyes.

"Just now... it seems I dreamt of Hearts?"

"What?" Sun Bumian paused. "He sent you a dream? What did he say to you?"

The three members of the 6-series all knew Chen Ling's abilities, so they absolutely didn't believe Jian Changsheng's dream would be this simple. There was a high probability that it was Chen Ling in the Ghost Mockery Abyss, using Thought Storm to pass on some kind of information to them.

"Just now... it seems I fell asleep, and then he directly slapped me." Jian Changsheng rubbed his cheek, racking his brains as he recalled. "And then... I woke up..."

"Woke up? That's it?"

"Seems like that's it..."

Just as Jian Changsheng's words fell, the tent's flap was suddenly blown wildly by a fierce wind.

The three of them simultaneously looked toward the door. Only to see that behind the fluttering flap, a figure draped in a black theatrical robe had appeared at some point. The theatrical robe fluttered in the storm, and the person's face was mostly obscured by the flap...

"Hearts??" Sun Bumian spoke in astonishment.

"They are about to launch a general offensive." Outside the tent, a calm voice sounded.

"Warn the major domains. Prepare for battle."

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh——

A burst of hurricane mixed with sand and dust brushed past the tent door. The figure in the theatrical robe was hidden in the sandstorm, vanishing without a trace.

The next second,

Inside the tent, the soundly sleeping Jian Changsheng, Sun Bumian, and Jiang Xiaohua simultaneously jolted up and sat up in shock!!