Chapter 317: Hunting

Beams of light appeared one after another, connecting to Xiang Weiyuan. Xu Wuji kept flying around Xiang Weiyuan, occasionally launching a sneak attack with his sword.

The Dharma Form warrior flashed constantly, cutting off the light lines one by one. But there was still a tiny delay from disappearing to appearing, which allowed Xu Wuji to see the flaw.

And although this warrior possessed a Dharma Form cultivation base, he didn't move at all, like a statue. Xiang Weiyuan only used him to block Xu Wuji's advance route, while he himself grabbed the gap to recover Dao power, basically having no power to counterattack.

All the big shots had bright eyes. After the initial shock, they all saw at this time that although this warrior had a Dharma Form cultivation base, he had no vitality himself, and should be the remains of a Dharma Form cultivator that fell into Xiang Weiyuan's hands and was refined into something like a magic treasure.

The Primordial Palace had the shortest history among the immortal sects, but the most paths, and many paths even contradicted each other, and were themselves both righteous and evil, so it was not strange at all to have such means.

The warrior in Xiang Weiyuan's hand was equivalent to a Dharma Form cultivator who couldn't move. The Dharma Form was already sturdy, and after refining, it was not something that an ordinary Dao Foundation could destroy.

Xu Wuji tried to slash with a sword, but only left a shallow wound. The cut looked like gold and jade, the material was unknown, but it was definitely not flesh and blood.

But with Xiang Weiyuan's Dao power at this moment, wanting to drive such a magic treasure was also very strenuous, and it was inevitably not flexible enough.

Xu Wuji was recruited by Lu Wenbai specifically to deal with this Autumn Hunt, and for this reason, he pushed back his promotion to Dharma Form by a year.

His eyesight was not bad, and naturally, he saw this point. So after many attempts, at the moment the Dharma Form warrior flashed to intercept, Xu Wuji suddenly turned from emptiness to reality, his figure appeared, and he swept past the warrior's side, wanting to sneak attack Xiang Weiyuan.

However, at the moment of brushing past the warrior, the warrior who had been like a statue suddenly waved his large hand, and a slap landed solidly on Xu Wuji's face!

This slap was a strike from a Dharma Form cultivator. Xu Wuji was not Xiang Weiyuan; after receiving it with his face, he was dizzy, saw stars, nosebleeds splashed, and his front teeth flew everywhere.

In his blurred vision, Xu Wuji saw Xiang Weiyuan appear in front of him, raising the long spear with the immortal sword hanging on it high. He hurriedly said: "Wait! My uncle is..."

Before he finished speaking, Xiang Weiyuan had already slashed down with the sword, and his head flew up.

Xu Wuji's head rolled to the front of the Dharma Form warrior. At this time, he still had one breath left, and he saw the warrior stretch out his large hand and give him the middle finger.

What did this gesture mean?... With this unresolved question, Xu Wuji swallowed his last breath.

The big shots on the platform were all smart for a lifetime. Although they didn't understand the specific meaning of this gesture from the outer world, they all guessed that it shouldn't be very good, and maybe even very vulgar.

After making the gesture, the warrior returned to the posture of holding a knife and standing solemnly, indicating that he was just a statue and would not move.

Xiang Weiyuan raised his hand and beckoned, and the Dharma Form warrior disappeared out of thin air, having been taken back by him.

At this time, Xiang Weiyuan had the leisure to look toward the Yunxiang Regional Commander Lu Wenbai on the platform and said: "So Lord Lu doesn't like to follow the rules; it just so happens that I don't like them either, so this is easy to handle."

Lu Wenbai's face was as ugly as it could be, but he just snorted and didn't speak.

Prince Wei was clearly unwilling to give up and turned to look at the high platform beside him, which was Prince Cheng's area. Beside Prince Cheng stood a short man, who just stood there, like a high mountain.

That person turned a blind eye to the gaze Prince Wei cast over, without the slightest response. Prince Wei was a bit anxious and looked at Prince Cheng, calling: "Uncle."

Prince Cheng drank slowly, as if he hadn't heard anything.

Prince Wei also had some city, and realized something was wrong, so he quieted down.

At this time, in Prince Jin's eyes, he only saw two people. One was at the carriage parking place not far away, where an old coachman was leaning on the seat smoking a dry pipe, the firelight flickering. The other was a red-clothed woman under an ancient tree on the opposite mountain top, reading a book quietly.

Prince Jin withdrew his gaze and asked: "Lord Xiang, does the spear that just fought the Immovable Wisdom King golden body have a name?"

A spear? Many officials were a bit confused; that wasn't a spear just now, it was clearly over a hundred spears. Prince Jin's cultivation was not low, how could he see it wrong? Only those who knew the inside story of Prince Wei's night banquet could distinguish the ridicule in Prince Jin's words.

Xiang Weiyuan's thoughts turned, and he said solemnly: "The spear of the minister is named: Ten Thousand Trees and Ten Thousand Trees of Pear Blossoms Bloom."

Prince Jin laughed and said: "The minister defeated the enemy, it really only takes one spear!"

With Prince Jin's laughter, there was laughter on the high platform, and the monarch and ministers were happy and harmonious.

It was just that at the edge of the high platform, the third-rank civil official area was the farthest, and several old officials were whispering to each other again.

"Hmph, this can also be called a spear, truly a shameless face!"

"Hehe, if he knew there was a sentence called 'blow down, stars like rain', I fear he could play for an hour!"

"The barbarian is crude and uncultured, he should not know there is another spear in the world called 'the endless great river rolling in', with this spear, he could poke for a night..."

Everyone laughed.

Xiang Weiyuan's ears moved, remembering these two moves, and he should be able to use them in the future.

Although Xiang Weiyuan didn't see anything, he guessed from Prince Jin's somewhat abrupt reaction that an adult had probably come home.

At this time, several attendants from Prince Wei's residence and the Regional Commander walked onto the martial arts field, wanting to take away the corpses of Dan Kai and Xu Wuji. Xiang Weiyuan swept his spear horizontally, forcing them back, looking at Prince Wei from afar, and said: "No empty words in front of the King!" Prince Wei was stunned, and then anger surged, saying in a deep voice: "Lord Xiang, don't go too far!"

Xiang Weiyuan said again: "No empty words in front of the King."

Liu Quangong's somewhat sharp voice sounded: "What are you guys stunned for? Why don't you drag the corpses away and send them to the mastiff camp?"

The eunuchs woke up from a dream, immediately came up, and dragged away the corpses of Dan Kai and Xu Wuji.

Xiang Weiyuan said: "Feeding the dogs is a bit troublesome, just throw them to the mass grave."

Liu Quangong immediately said: "Throw these two corpses to the mass grave, send people to guard them, and no one is allowed to bury them!"

After this battle, no one challenged Xiang Weiyuan again. Everyone sensed a subtle change in Prince Jin's attitude, and Xiang Weiyuan had a Dharma Form-level puppet in his hand, so whoever came was sending themselves to death, and there was no point in challenging anymore.

Dharma Form puppets were extremely rare, and the price naturally flew to the sky. On the entire high platform, only the Crown Prince had such a puppet to save his life. In terms of value alone, Dharma Form puppets were much more expensive than real Dharma Form cultivators; after all, puppets were obedient, while living people always had their own ideas.

Whoever had such a puppet in their hands, why would they need to sell their lives for others?

After Xiang Weiyuan went down, the martial arts competition returned to its original track, everyone continued to bet, and the atmosphere became lively again.

It was just that the gazes of Prince Wei and Lu Wenbai occasionally looking over were full of hatred. Xiang Weiyuan held two major killing weapons, the immortal sword and the Dharma Form puppet, but remained calm, not taking them out until the very end, causing Prince Wei and Lu Wenbai to lose two great generals for nothing. If they had known earlier, they would never have sent people to die on the field.

Now it was too late to say anything, and they could only curse Xiang Weiyuan in their hearts.

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The sun set behind the western mountains, the martial arts competition ended, and Xiang Weiyuan led the crowd to the relay station to live. Walking on the road, some officials saw Xiang Weiyuan and bypassed him from afar, and no one came up to say hello, as if avoiding a plague god.

Xiang Weiyuan didn't care, returned to his residence, and when the door closed, he remained calm and continued to observe the sword.

Tomorrow's hunt was the main course of the Autumn Hunt; the martial arts competition was just a small appetizer. The prizes for the hunt were generous, not only gold, silver, and magic tools, heavenly materials and earthly treasures, but also official positions, titles, and even fiefs, although not many, they were enough to help a child from a poor family leap over the dragon gate.

These were not the focus of this Autumn Hunt; the real main event was that the winner would share a portion of the Western Jin national fortune. With the help of this good fortune, one would surely be able to bloom with flowers, cook oil with fire, and establish a great cause!

Zhao Tong took money to do things and had already told Xiang Weiyuan the key points clearly. Xiang Weiyuan also made up his mind that he must not dominate tomorrow's hunt, must keep a low profile, shrink back, and strive to be at the bottom.

Sharing national fortune, using this to help one's career and cultivation, flying into the sky, and from then on being with the country, overcoming difficulties together, turning the tide, and supporting the falling building—that was the business of the princes like the Crown Prince, Prince Wei, and even the future Prince Fu, or the business of the royal princes like Prince Ying and Prince Cheng; in short, it was not Xiang Weiyuan's business.

Xiang Weiyuan carried the good fortune of the outer world and at the same time had the human fortune of many territories added to him, so he didn't care about a little more or less Western Jin national fortune.

If everything went smoothly tomorrow, it would naturally be best, but if there were really those who didn't open their eyes, Xiang Weiyuan wouldn't swallow his anger.

The night was deep, but the people were not quiet.

In the huge Autumn Hunt field, countless large and small camps had been set up. There were only a few large tents in the camp to block the wind and rain. Several heavily armed heavy armored warriors patrolled back and forth in the camp.

A corner of the camp tent was quietly lifted, revealing a gray eye. He watched the two heavy armored warriors walk away, turned back, and quickly patted the people sleeping in the tent awake.

There were about a hundred people crowded in this tent, and after being patted awake, they all sat up and sat cross-legged to practice. They were men and women, in civilian clothes, all gray-eyed and four-fingered, all Liao people from the vast sea.

The one who patted everyone awake was a young man, clever and agile, moving without sound, like a cheetah. He went to observe the movement outside the tent again, and when the heavy armored warrior walked back, he waved his hand behind him, and all the Liao people lay down on the spot.

A heavy armored warrior lifted the tent curtain, scanned the tent, found no abnormality, put down the tent curtain, and continued to patrol forward.

When he walked away, the Liao people in the tent began to practice cross-legged again. Finally, a strong big man retched and spat out a dark red pill. The young man immediately picked up the pill and put it away. One after another, the Liao people spat out pills, their aura began to rise slowly, and all the pills were collected by the young man.

The young man took off the old leather clothes on his body, tore open the lining, and inside the leather clothes was actually a topographic map, and many marks were made on it.

He called over several strong Liao people, lowered his voice and said: "I have memorized the terrain around here. An hour before dawn, they will let us out of the camp for free activities. At that time, we will divide into two leaders to lead the team to search around, and find as many weapons and food as possible. And here, near the edge of the hunting ground, and the only river nearby, so the possibility of humans placing a military camp here is very high.

At that time, these soldiers will all go to protect their King, and there shouldn't be many people in the camp. We will sneak in, kill the guards, and should be able to grab some horses, and then disperse and flee to the north..."

The young man arranged in a low and fast voice, like a natural hunter. All the Liao people around had no dispute about his status and listened quietly.

At the end, the young man waved his fist hard and said with a majestic voice that didn't match his age: "I am the reincarnation of the Silver Moon Khan, and now the Khan has awakened! We will definitely be able to return to the north, where there is a vast world for us to soar! When the war horses are fattest, I will lead you back here again and return all the suffering we have suffered to the evil humans!"

The sky was not yet bright, and the sound of horns echoed between the mountains. Teams of heavy armored warriors had withdrawn from the camp and retreated along the established route. In the scattered camps, countless Liao people rushed out of the tents, dispersing in all directions, looking for hidden weapons, war armor, and food.

In the chaos, some Liao people seemed to have clear goals, sometimes dispersing, sometimes gathering, approaching the predetermined goals.

When the sky was bright, the many princes and ministers of Western Jin would enter the field, opening the curtain of the Autumn Hunt.

Western Jin hunt, what they hunt is not beasts, but alien races.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 318 =====