Chapter 493: Victory Name Exhausted Bright King

Li Zhouwei turned his horse and left, leaving Dili Youjie standing in place. The jade-court guards who were protecting him closely withdrew from the stockade one after another, leaving only a group of clan soldiers standing on both sides. That gloomy teenager was still standing with his arms crossed, looking at him coldly: 'Lucky barbarian...'

Chen Yang's own family was a first-class prominent clan among the various towns of the Easterners, and they also possessed Li family bloodlines. Do not look at how he followed Li Zhouwei around; upon returning to the towns, he was still a noble young master. He prided himself on being an immortal descendant and looked down upon these barbarians from the bottom of his heart.

Dili Youjie hurriedly lowered his head, revealing a humble demeanor, saying in a low voice: "All depend on the senior's guidance!"

Chen Yang nodded, his smile enthusiastic, as if he were really some good friend. He laughed: "Dili brother, the subordinates of these twenty-one clans are quite numerous, please ask the clan leader to check the list..."

This black-clothed teenager made a look of laughing panic, saying in a low voice beside him: "Don't miss one person or one horse... The heir lives in the Immortal Mountain, not afraid of revenge, you and I are dragging our families, can't play the game of revenge of the descendants!"

"The little one understands!"

Dili Youjie squinted and nodded, and the two walked to the city. Seeing the blades flashing with cold light everywhere, Chen Yang laughed:

"Then please make a move."

As soon as his words fell, Dili Youjie understood, untied the horn at his waist, and blew it under his two mustaches.

Galloping forward, Dili Youjie looked at the fat faces of those nobles in the city, all of which were shocked. His own clan soldiers entered one after another, and a fire of desire to dominate rose in his heart, as if there was a beautiful wine drunk in his heart, rushing him to be ecstatic.

"The Yeden family robbed my family the year before last, kill them first."

Dili Youjie thought.

Swords and soldiers rose in the Great Jueting, but the North Shanyue was silent.

Near the Great Jueting of the North Shanyue, there was a mountain range on the territory, and crossing this place were two plains, with a large population and many stockades. Li Xijun and Kongheng drove the wind and stopped on this big mountain.

According to Feiluoya, Jiao Zhongzi was arrogant, and the cultivation method he practiced was very difficult, and he did not need much blood energy, so the population of the North Shanyue was large. Just this plain under his feet had more than 10,000 people, and stockades were everywhere.

Li Xijun looked carefully twice, and Li Ximing also drove the light, with colorful light, the momentum of the middle stage of Foundation Establishment was majestic, the Daoist robe was fluttering, quite a bit of Immortal meaning.

Li Xijun said in a low voice:

"There is only one thing... Jiao Zhongzi disappeared, but his subordinate Mu Mili and that Foundation Establishment mount are in the North Shanyue. We must surround and kill these two people first."

"According to what Feiluoya said, Mu Mili practices 【Listening to the Awakening Star】, which is an ancient cultivation method, capable of perceiving unfavorable words within a hundred miles. Don't be too close to Wushan, only fear of being heard by him."

The three of them didn't need to guess, eight or nine out of ten this person was in Wushan, but they didn't know if Wushan had any backhands, or were hoping to lure him out.

Li Ximing listened to his words and answered: "If Mu Mili is truly loyal, how can he sit and watch the North Shanyue be captured by my family? Just go to the North Shanyue Royal Court, and naturally, it will force Mu Mili out."

"Push this matter back first."

Li Xijun shook his head lightly, looked at Kongheng, and said in a low voice:

"Shanyue witchcraft is strange, my family has already suffered a loss once, this time I have to trouble the Dharma Master to look after my family's heir."

Kongheng hurriedly waved his hand, closed his eyes and said in a low voice:

"Xijun, just give orders, I am ashamed to the extreme for eating and not doing anything."

Li Xijun's gaze retracted from the distance, looking at his eyes lightly, answering: "Coming here this time, please ask the Dharma Master to take a look at my family's heir."

Several people drove the wind back together. Kongheng was thoughtful and asked:

"This Shanyue's 【Listening to the Awakening Star】 is quite similar to a certain other-heart supernatural power in my release cultivation. If there is any harvest this time, I hope to take a look at this cultivation method."

"Naturally, it is not a problem."

Li Xijun responded to him, suddenly remembering something recorded in his family history, secretly thinking:

"I hear that there is a big demon in the demon cave of Mount Dali, which can even hear things within a thousand miles... I am afraid it is also the same lineage as 【Listening to the Awakening Star】!"

The sun was setting, the sky was red, a red cloud was floating, and the shouting in the city had gradually weakened, showing a silent sinking.

The stockades around the Great Jueting were closed, and no one dared to go out. The ancient city walls were closed, and blood flowed across the road.

This ancient city had been occupied many times, and it had always been sacrificing slaves and subordinates to offer to the new master. It was the first time to slaughter nobles and wizards, which was a fresh taste, and the resistance was particularly fierce.

Cultivators stood all over the sky, letting these people struggle, a few nobles and wizards wanted to fly up, but were beaten down, falling into meat mud.

Chen Yang led people out of the courtyard, heads and bone ornaments and feathers scattered everywhere. Dozens of clan soldiers were moving heads into the courtyard. Chen Yang stepped over the blood, wiped the blood on his left hand, and laughed:

"This person is lustful, actually has twenty-seven concubines, more than a hundred female slaves, many years of drought, actually still has so much food..."

The clan soldiers of the Dili family on both sides had bad expressions, Chen Yang killed the people in the courtyard one by one with his own hands, even these people were terrified, naturally no one dared to respond to him, Chen Yang raised his eyebrows: "Shouldn't they be killed?"

"Should... naturally they should!"

Dili Youjie responded, his impression of this person had greatly changed, only silently guarding against him, counting the list, the nobles of the Great Jueting were slaughtered cleanly, the bloodlines of these generations of cultivation were broken, at least there would be no Qi Refining cultivators for decades. The Li family naturally didn't care, it was convenient for management, but Dili Youjie was terrified, secretly rejoicing.

Chen Yang looked at the troops on both sides and ordered:

"Send people to release the granaries in both places... wait."

Chen Yang's eyes were gloomy, thoughtful: 'The grievances are borne by the Dili family, the killing crime is on me, Chen Yang, this kindness must be given by the main family. If there is any flaw, Li Zhouwei will sneer at my incompetence.'

He looked at the pool of blood in front of him with appreciation, saying softly: "Collect all these things and transport them to the army."

Chen Yang said, kicked the beauty's head beside his feet like a gourd, pulled Dili Youjie enthusiastically, and said:

"Dili brother... hey! General Dili, please present these things and see the heir with me!"

Dili Youjie had been listening to his laughter all the way, how could he still believe the expression on his face? He understood that Chen Yang was a smiling poisonous snake, and he was afraid, bowing repeatedly, following behind.

Chen Yang wanted him to be afraid, showing a look of pride, laughing: "Thanks to the General's contribution, offering the list, assisting me in killing cleanly, I have already sent people to pass letters in the city, showing off the General's might!"

Dili Youjie understood that this pot of relying on the Easterners and slaughtering the clans and witches had to be carried, only fiercely: "Chen Lord, don't worry! With this batch of spiritual objects and food, it only takes ten days, and the clans in the city will all turn to the upper clan, and can pull up five thousand troops!"

Chen Yang nodded, stepped over the steps, the expression on his face suddenly converged, becoming humble and low-browed, the speed of change made Dili Youjie greatly shocked, and saw this teenager remind: "When serving beside the heir, the General had better not have any crooked ideas in his heart."

Dili Youjie nodded repeatedly, walked into the wide hall, bowed with Chen Yang, and swept his eyes to the other side of the hall, standing with a few Easterner-dressed cultivators.

Chen Yang bowed:

"The subordinate has already cleared the city!"

The Li Zhouwei above walked down lightly, looked at Dili Youjie twice, and said softly:

"Dili Youjie... did well, get up."

Dili Youjie hurriedly got up, saw Chen Yang kneeling without moving, couldn't help but be terrified, looked at a pair of brocade boots arriving in front of him, the heir took the thick book and silk he held in both hands, saying: "Organize the subordinates within twelve days, and send troops to the North Shanyue."

Dili Youjie nodded silently, slowly retreated, Li Zhouwei held the jade slip, Chen Yang's heart had already collapsed like a mountain, terrified:

'Jade slip... spiritual sense! He broke through to the fifth layer of Qi Refining Yujing Wheel!'

Although he had long expected to be surpassed, he did not expect this day to come so early. His expression did not change, Li Zhouwei had already looked at Chen Yang intentionally or unintentionally, turned to look at the young man on the side, and said softly:

"The two elders will take care of the matters of appeasing the people and stabilizing the rear."

Two people were standing on the side, both at the Qi Refining stage, one man and one woman. The man was wearing a Daoist robe, in his twenties, it was Li Chenghuai, and the woman was slightly older, it was the eldest sister of the Bo pulse, Li Minggong.

Li Chenghuai's appearance was more like his mother Yang Xiaoer, slightly ordinary, calmly saying: "Leave it to me."

Both were at the early stage of Qi Refining, suppressing this place was very easy, bowed slightly and retreated.

The talent of the Chengming generation was slightly mediocre, but after twenty or thirty years, most of them succeeded in Qi Refining, gradually entering the management of each peak. After all, they were strictly educated since childhood, and most of those who were pulled out could handle things.

Li Zhouwei waited for several people to go down, and finally looked at Chen Yang, paced to this person, and said softly: "Rectify the clan soldiers and stabilize the restless hearts."

Chen Yang slowly raised his head, met his eyes, and the teenager said lightly: "The family's news, Kongheng guest has arrived at Qingdu, and will send troops to the North Shanyue in a short time."

Chen Yang was greatly encouraged, stepped out of the main hall quickly, straightened up, and was high-spirited, stepping out, one hand pressing on the precious sword at his waist, black armor clanging, showing the excitement of the master.

But he had just walked to the front of the main hall, and three people were standing quietly in front of him. The young man at the head had an extraordinary temperament, as if drinking wind and bathing in snow, sword eyebrows and star eyes, nodding and looking at him.

The Daoist-robed young man behind had slightly shallow lips, calm eyebrows, seemingly containing some smiles, and golden light rippling on his body.

Finally, it was a monk with thin eyes, lowering his eyebrows and drooping his eyes, unable to see his expression. Chen Yang broke out in a cold sweat, knelt down cleanly with a thud, his head tightly attached to the ground, humbly: "Greetings to the three ancestors!"

"Chen Yang..."

Li Xijun looked at him quietly, his jade-white five fingers pressing on the sword hilt tightened slightly, thinking:

"This person... the cunning and gloom hidden deeper in the past few years... fading the impulsiveness of childhood... difficult to handle, fortunately, half of the body is the blood of the Zhong pulse, it is a pity that he is not surnamed Li."

"Such a character, if he were a direct descendant of the Zhou Xing generation, the heir would have almost no worries! Chen... is barely usable."

"Good! Follow Clan Elder Donghe to practice, there is quite a lot of progress, wait for the northern expedition to return, come to Yuting Peak to see me, I will teach you some sword techniques!"

Chen Yang's heart was mixed with joy and worry, greedy for that sword technique, and felt that being with Li Xijun was like being on pins and needles, but where were there words of refusal? He nodded like a great amnesty and retreated quickly.

Li Xijun stepped on the stone steps and asked Kongheng:

"Dharma Master, how is this child?"

Kongheng hurriedly waved his hand, answering: "Dare not say more, it should be a clever child."

The three of them entered the main hall, and there was no one in the four directions. Li Zhouwei was sitting upright, seemingly waiting for the three to come over, stood up and stepped forward, bowing: "Greetings to the ancestors."

Li Xijun first saw that Kongheng had no reaction, and said to Li Zhouwei:

"Wei'er, no need to cover up, let the Dharma Master take a look."

Li Zhouwei's eyes suddenly lit up, the rune seed in his Qi sea moved lightly, quickly turning into dark gold, layers of golden yellow connecting each other.

Kongheng raised his eyes casually, but his gaze was like a piece of iron burned red, and the hands in his two sleeves were clenched tightly, turning his head away.

Li Xijun let Li Zhouwei get up, but always paid attention to Kongheng, seeing his thin eyes tremble twice, seemingly enduring something, Li Xijun introduced:

"This is Guest Kongheng."

"Greetings to the Guest!"

Li Zhouwei asked softly, Kongheng hurriedly returned the salute, answering: "The little monk greets the Victory Name Exhausted Bright King, no need for courtesy, it will break the little monk!"

Li Zhouwei raised his eyebrows, but Li Xijun stepped forward with his hands behind his back, not appearing surprised, saying softly: "Please explain clearly, Dharma Master."

Kongheng's thin eyes were small, and now they were almost narrowed together, saying in a low voice:

"The heir should be a Bright Yang body... but it doesn't look like it, the little monk dare not say more, the Bright Yang Dao inheritance... in my release cultivation place, it is 【Victory Name Exhausted Bright King】, so... speak of it this way."

"【Victory Name Exhausted Bright King】?"

Li Xijun frowned, but saw Kongheng's face was a bit pale, and it took several breaths to calm down:

"I also don't know much, only one thing to remind."

"Please enlighten me!"

Li Xijun bowed hurriedly, Kongheng answered:

"When the Victory Name Exhausted Bright King was a lay disciple, he once married... all four wives died violently, only to be happy with the concubines, until he met Jue Yin and became a couple... not to the point of violent death."

"So it is like this..."

Li Xijun frowned slightly, considering it. In fact, Li Zhouwei was already at the age of engagement, and he didn't know how to arrange it for a long time.

"If it is as Kongheng said, marrying a direct daughter of someone else, wouldn't it harm people..."

This was a trouble, but it was not the time to care about this, so it could only be pushed back. Li Xijun asked: