Chapter 389 - 77: The Rise of the Whale (2/2)

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The majestic momentum slowly approached. With each step, it seemed to climb another level, causing Qian Dai to restlessly rise from his seat. With his right hand, he drew a curved saber made of ink jade from beside him, incredibly restrained but carrying a sharp and distinguished aura. Through the wide-open door, he watched the sky gradually darken. But there wasn't a single wisp of cloud in the sky. So, a layer of dark clouds that he could not disperse also shrouded his heart. Who was the comer? The Qian Family's mansion was very large, almost the biggest in the whole Xi Dingzhou City. The size of the mansion was even spacious enough for horses to gallop through it. Many retainers lived in the front courtyard and sensing that undisguised, direct hostility, they each drew their weapons and rushed out of the doors, a mighty throng converging towards the outside, among them were indeed some truly skilled martial artists. Stay tuned for updates on My Virtual Library Empire But they stopped at the doorway. It was just about noon, the winter sky clear as a blue jewel, cloudless for thousands of miles, and yet there was an illusion of overcast clouds, suffocating and depressing one's heart. More than fifty martial artists had now gathered at the Qian Residence, each holding a top-grade weapon, their murderous intent converging together. And yet, there was just one person opposite them. Yet in their hearts, there arose a feeling that this single individual was already surrounding them, these dozens of martial artists who had seen blood and killed, surrounding the vast Qian Residence, spacious enough for horses to gallop freely. This feeling was incredibly strong. Who was this person coming? ............ Qian Dai was not an inexperienced rich man when it came to fighting; he was after all a Sixth Rank martial artist, and his disposition could not possibly be cowardly. The weapon he grasped in his hand was one that the first generation head of the Qian Family had spent a lot of money to forge. The handle, after being held by successive generations of martial artists, fit his palm extremely well. His inner strength slowly mobilized. The warm and cool sensation calmed the slightly panicked state of his mind. He stood up and strode toward the outside, walking at a pace that was neither slow nor fast, his inner strength circulating in his body, reviving the martial artist aspect of himself. No matter who came, at least one would have to see to know. In Xi Dingzhou City, there shouldn't be any exceptionally extraordinary martial artists. Under the plaque of the main hall reading "Wealth Breeds Everything", Qian Dai's son, Qian Yue, shook his head to clear it and looked towards the young man opposite him, saying, "What happened on your side?" The young man gave a wry smile, saying, "Yin Jian is dead." Qian Yue gasped in shock, "Who did it? How many people?" He knew of Yin Jian. A martial artist who reached the Sixth Rank would have exceptionally abundant inner strength, and that person's swordsmanship had made it almost possible to see only shadows – a top-tier fast sword, a top-tier Killing Sword. He was one of the Qian Family's strong bets this time. Just last night he had discussed with Qian Dai how to deal with this person, but today he was already dead? A sense of oppression loomed in Qian Yue's heart. But then a glimmer of opportunity shone through... if this person who fought Fei Poyue to a standstill and the force that killed Yin Jian clashed with each other, then the Qian Residence would still have a chance. Thus, his expression relaxed slightly, and he even managed a faint smile. As for the person currently emitting hostility, he wasn't too worried. Because he knew that apart from his father, there was a second Sixth Rank expert in the Qian Residence. This was the Qian Family's hidden trump card, the confidence behind their bold gamble! Just then, he saw a look of horror on the face of the young man opposite him, as if he had just remembered the bloody scene he had witnessed. The young man's Adam's apple moved up and down, his pupils seemed unfocused for a moment, and after a few breaths, he finally regained his composure, but his face was still ashen. He glanced at Qian Yue, shook his head, and said with difficulty, "I didn't dare to look... so, I don't know who it was." Qian Dai sharply noticed the wording used by the young man, his brows furrowing slightly, "That person?" Could it be that Yin Jian was killed in a one-on-one fight? How could he be so foolish? The young man gave a bitter laugh, saying, "Yes, just one person." "That one person took on more than a hundred martial artists. Besides Yin Jian, there was another Middle Third Rank expert, all of them pierced through by a huge hole, dead beyond any doubt!" "Just a single person!" The smile on Qian Yue's face immediately froze. Outside the gates of the Qian Residence. The encircled martial artists from within opened up a passage, and the richly dressed Qian Dai slowly walked out, his Mo Blade slanted in hand, subtly seeming to stir something unusual in the surroundings, quite extraordinary. He positioned himself in front of all the martial artists, feeling their heavy, almost hasty breathing around him. But he was not particularly worried. Because he could feel it—the real source of his 'confidence' had appeared, not far behind him. With their level of familiarity, he could even sense the faint yet enduring low hum produced by his curved saber when it vibrated against the sheath as it was drawn. So, the last of his concerns faded away, and a warm smile returned to his face. He watched the man slowly approaching him, dressed in a light armor battle robe, a spear held diagonally in his right hand, the tip lightly touching the ground with each step, creating a crisp sound. When Qian Dai's gaze fell on the man's slightly blood-stained face, his heart couldn't help but skip a beat. The Cloud Swallowing Spear wielder, Gongsun Jing! Right at this moment, a rush of footsteps could be heard from inside. Qian Yue and the young man dashed out from the inner residence, pushed past the martial artist blocking their way, and ran to Qian Dai's side. Qian Yue grabbed his father's arm that was holding the saber and said, "Wait a moment, Dad!" Meanwhile, the young man ran out onto the street, looked around, and his face instantly turned as pale as if he'd seen a Shura demon. He staggered back a couple of steps and sat down hard on the ground, his legs shaking uncontrollably. He turned his head, glanced at Qian Yue, opened his lips slightly but found himself unable to speak. Qian Yue's complexion also turned pale, the reaction of the young man in front of him serving as the best answer. He leaned in close to Qian Dai's ear and whispered softly. Qian Dai's expression gradually changed, as if a large stone had been dropped into water, no longer composed. He was almost unable to hold onto his saber, when Qian Yue's voice suddenly stopped abruptly. Qian Dai looked up to see his son's face ghostly white, eyes wide, as if he'd seen the most terrifying thing in the world. Qian Dai followed his son's gaze and saw another figure with a spear walking at a leisurely pace across the street, his hair tied into a high ponytail secured with an iron ring, falling behind his back, hand grasping the spear, advancing slowly. No explanation was necessary. From the reaction of Qian Yue, he could guess that the young man—who appeared even younger than his son—was probably the martial artist who had fought thirty moves undefeated against the elderly man. From left and right, two formidable figures slowly closed in. Despite their slow pace, the pressure from their recent actions made Qian Dai feel as if even his breathing became difficult. This feeling was one he had only experienced as a youth, when he had encountered a fierce tiger during his travels. Trouble was approaching! In his mind, various thoughts surfaced and disappeared as he searched for a way out. Fighting was out of the question. If he angered these two, it was very possible the Qian Residence could be expelled from the martial arts world of Xi Dingzhou City. Sweat uncontrollably broke out on Qian Dai's forehead as he finally made the same decision as his son—precisely because of the conflict between the two tigers, there was a glimmer of hope for survival. He glanced at the young man on the left, who could contend with a Grandmaster, then at the bearer of the Cloud Swallowing Spear on the right, whose recent victory over two Sixth Rank experts had built his reputation. Internally struggling, he was like a gambler who had gone all in, watching as time ran out. The approaching footsteps grew louder. Finally, Qian Dai made up his mind. His right hand relaxed its grip, and the Mo Blade fell from his grasp to the ground, the tip embedding itself in the earth, the faint whistling sound continuing. He, then, displayed a radiant and warm smile and turned to the right, giving a respectful fist salute to the Jianghu renowned spear wielder, and chuckled, "Gang Leader Gongsun!" "I have long admired you… I wonder what brings you here today, haha…" He was extremely humble, more so than a Sixth Rank martial artist would typically be. He realized that Gongsun Jing didn't even glance at him, walking straight past him. Qian Dai was taken aback and involuntarily looked back. His pupils dilated instinctively. In his sight, the Sixth Rank expert who had just fought against a hundred and left a river of blood, the Cloud Swallowing Spear wielder, shook his spear and plunged it into the ground. The spear shook, and the earth cracked. Then he raised his right hand, placed it on his left fist, and knelt down fiercely. "Your subordinate greets the Young Master!" A dead silence fell over the scene. In the third year of the Great Yuan Era, the Giant Whale Gang of the North Martial State crossed mountains and rivers to launch a surprise attack on the headquarters of the Twenty-Seven Allied Gangs, later annexing the Tan Residence in Xi Dingzhou. In just one day, the rebellion within the Tan Residence ended. Since then, the Giant Whale Gang held sway over two states in the Northwest, like a tiger perching in the Cang Mountains, its power established and soon to sweep over the land. ————"Great Qin Ministry of Punishment Confidential Records·Fufeng Scroll" Ah Liu suspended his wrist, picked up his brush, and closed the scroll. Hearing the screams of Bing Hongcai from within the Ministry of Punishment, his mouth twitched slightly, then his expression grew slightly somber. He placed the freshly written Confidential Record back in its original spot, which was marked by a small sign indicating it would be sent to the County City by a designated martial artist the next day, and then, at a later date, to the capital, Heavenly Capital, of Great Qin. After thinking for a moment, he went to another shelf, took out a secretive scroll, and unfolded it. On it were names that could shake an entire region. Dipping the brush into ink, Ah Liu started writing on a blank space on the scroll. Status—Lord of the Giant Whale Gang Battle Achievements—Battled Master Fei Poyue of Xi Dingzhou Fufeng without defeat for thirty-four moves, wielded overwhelming momentum, pressured the Qian Family into retreating without a battle. Name— Ah Liu's hand hesitated slightly, his mind recalling the message released by the Giant Whale Gang that day, thinking of the heavy and domineering spear technique he had seen, he instinctively put more strength into his writing. On the scroll, two sharp characters emerged. Ying Lie. PS: Here's the second update for today… Thank you to Qing Gu for the sixty thousand reward, I really appreciate it, and thank you to Xue Xingyu for the ten thousand reward, thank you to book friend 150315104822591 for the ten thousand reward, I really appreciate it, thank you Searᴄh the NôᴠeFire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Chapter 389 - 77: The Rise of the Whale (2/2)

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