Chapter 121: Blessing in Disguise

The dust settled.

The blood flowing in Zhang Gui's blood vessels all turned into red gold color.

And a seven-colored main divine cong, 'Fate Meets Gray-Black', evolved from the main divine cong 'Tai Sui Enter Spirit' hidden in his head, was born.

Thus, Zhang Gui's transcendent level broke through the heavenly moat from 'Ding Category' to 'Bing Superior'.

From now on, the highest grade of Stone Corpse Soldier he could refine was upgraded from a hundred-Stone Corpse Soldier to a thousand-Stone Corpse Soldier, and the quantity was also increased from ninety-nine to one hundred and eight.

That is to say, at full load, he could refine one hundred and eight thousand-Stone Corpse Soldiers;

One thousand and eighty hundred-Stone Corpse Soldiers;

Ten thousand and eight hundred Stone Corpse Soldiers;

One hundred and eight thousand Stone Corpse Soldiers.

Such a quantity of top-level military force was already equivalent to the total number of special arms possessed by Ming Song on the surface, the Flower Dragon Cavalry and the Black Beiwei, from the paper.

Of course, in addition, the 'Three Martial Houses' in the Ming Song Kingdom also had their own special arms passed down from their families.

It is said that each house had no more than ten thousand.

But whether it was 'more than' a few hundred, a few thousand, or a few tens of thousands, it was a big secret.

But it was absolutely impossible to exceed five digits.

Otherwise, at this time, even if they were full of contradictions, the Three Martial Houses would definitely 'show their fat' and then join forces to remonstrate.

It was impossible to let the Hezheng Emperor act recklessly and waste national power like this...

The dark clouds rolled in the sky, covering the sun and the sky like the middle of the night.

Raindrops fell densely, making it difficult for people to open their eyes.

Transcendent ascension was also a kind of venting. After Zhang Gui was able to control his emotions, he immediately returned to the appearance of an ordinary person.

Just as he wanted to display the Vertical and Horizontal Flying Runner art to find some clothes to cover his shame, so as not to be unable to see people.

A wide coir raincoat lined with soft leather suddenly floated over.

Zhang Gui was startled.

But after ascending to a Bing-class transcendent, his monitoring ability of the 'national territory' went to a higher level.

If he didn't deliberately investigate, there might be fish that slipped through the net, but as long as he used his heart to investigate, even 'Great Auspicious Upper Grade' would have nowhere to hide.

A thought swept through, and he already had the answer.

He put on the coir raincoat nimbly, raised his head, and nodded to Shen Shijing, the female teacher of the Qingdou Academy floating in mid-air,

"Many thanks, Mr. Shen."

When he opened his mouth, the divine cong 'Like Drinking' in his body operated quietly.

Countless tiny water columns of rain around him twisted and rotated, and were sucked into the millions of pores all over his body.

It didn't stop him from speaking, it was just that the appearance was probably difficult for people with trypophobia to understand.

"Ancient books all say 'ancient gods and demons are like humans but not humans'.

The divine cong changes of Caiyang Dragon Tiger are truly vividly displayed."

Shen Shijing evaluated softly from above:

"The rain is heavy and the wind is urgent outside, let's find a quiet place to talk slowly."

The pouring rain fell on her body as if it had fallen on the finest, flawless porcelain, sliding off without sticking at all.

Looking closely, it was also quite weird.

Worthy of the nickname 'White Porcelain Exiled Immortal'.

And toward this kind of peerless beauty who acted unpredictably and clearly began to show interest in him.

Zhang Gui's consistent attitude from his previous life to this life was to respectfully decline.

"Mr. Shen, now is not the time for idle chatter,

My fief, your students, are all in danger.

Let's hurry to the dock and see."

Shen Shijing frowned slightly when she heard this,

"Why, are you still so generous? Just after borrowing the heart demon invasion of 'urgent fire attacking the heart', the bloodline exploded due to a blessing in disguise, and the divine cong was manifested.

Transcendent power broke through the heavenly moat, breaking 'Ding' and entering 'Bing', and now you want to help the Prince Zhen who started it all?"

Hearing the two words 'Prince Zhen', the heart lake that Zhang Gui had just calmed down rippled again, and he interrupted gloomily:

"I already said it was for my own fief, what does it have to do with that Prince Zhen."

"But now Prince Zhen has decided that the position of Zaicheng of the Zhihai Town Dragon Tiger Mansion will be taken over by his 'residence' strategist, the former Imperial Academy student Lü Ju.

Just waiting for you, this Dragon Tiger General who is about to become a puppet, to take the seal."

Zhang Gui heard this and finally understood the most important cause of Li Yunbo's death.

No longer having the heart to tease Shen Shijing, he flew toward the dock.

At this time, the sea near Zhihai Town was already surging with huge waves, and ships under a thousand loads were directly rolled up like toys.

Smashing onto the shore and turning into powder.

If it weren't for the commercial street market being far enough from the berth, I don't know how many people would have been buried in the fish's belly.

Of course, even if they were alive now, for those merchants who lost their capital, it would be better to die.

And outside the rain curtain that those bankrupt merchants couldn't see through, beside the berth in the center of the dock.

That Mr. Yin, whom Prince Zhen called 'Uncle', stood like an ant in front of the surging waves.

But no matter how high or big the waves were, when they rushed toward him, they couldn't touch him at all, and directly 'passed through'.

But Mr. Yin wouldn't stop the raging waves either.

Just taking the place where he stood as a base point, all living things in the wind and waves rushing toward the Zhihai Town dock within a hundred zhang would inexplicably lose their vitality.

And a few hundred zhang further ahead.

The wind and rain suddenly became smaller.

The waves on the sea surface turned into rippling micro-waves, almost non-existent.

Dozens of thousand-load warships made of white ironwood, unique to Xianrong Island, were lined up in a row.

The ships were connected by thick iron chains.

Extremely thick wooden boards were laid between the ship sides.

In the center of the fleet was a huge lotus seat nine zhang long.

From time to time, teams of prisoners with ashen faces, whose collarbones were pierced by fine ropes made of fish tendons and connected in a string, were driven out of the bottom hold of the warships.

Stumbling across the long chain deck of the fleet, they were finally driven to the lotus seat.

When the people were about to be full.

A gentle voice full of compassion sounded melodiously,

"Stop for now."

The speaker was a young man wearing a ten-thousand-zhang cloak of the Yuanshan Empire.

The simplified black wolf teeth and white deer horn patterns embroidered on the hat showed that he came from the most noble family of the Yuanshan Empire.

The 'Bozhijin' family before Chang Sheng Tie Mu unified the Great Prairie tribes and ascended the throne.

The "Swastika Mountain Cloud Pattern" on the left side of his chest indicated that the major military merits he had established all came from the campaign to attack the "Kingdom in the Clouds," the Bon Buddhism Tubo.

The 'Island Pattern' pierced by an ironwood on the right side indicated that he was currently serving on Xianrong Island.

And the only Yuanshan ten-thousand-household on the whole Xianrong Island was the 'Protector General'.

That is, Bozhijin Baori Eshen, who had just participated in the long war of breaking the 'Great Elephant Majestic Temple', the hub of the Benfo Tubo's central Tibetan theocracy, not long ago.

And was personally transferred to Xianrong Island by Chang Sheng Tie Mu.

Running from the plateau with the highest geographical location in the Eastern Sheng Continent to the sea island ruled by the Ape Wind and Crow Wind, with distinct cold and hot climates.

The appearance of this young general hadn't changed much.

But his temperament seemed to have become two people.

At the Great Elephant Majestic Temple, he was still a secular youth who was tanned black, laughing and making bets with his partners and comrades-in-arms.

Now he was solemn, with a compassionate smile hidden faintly at the corner of his mouth.

Every move carried a gentle charm of a Buddhist monk, 'sweeping the floor for fear of hurting the lives of ants, cherishing the moths and gauze lamps'.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 122 =====