Chapter 82: Dragonfall Valley
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Chapter 82: Dragonfall Valley
As soon as Murong Wushuang finished speaking, dozens of martial artists clad in lavish robes emerged from the surrounding woods, behind small hills, and within the grassy thickets.
There were over sixty martial artists in total, each exuding a murderous aura as they fixed their playful gazes on the two of them.
"Hand over the Black Firewood Pearls on you, and we might spare your lives," sneered a prodigy from the Kirin Prince's Manor, his cruel eyes locked onto Ning Xiaochuan and Murong Wushuang as if they were already at his mercy.
They had uttered these words many times before—those who refused to surrender their Black Firewood Pearls had all been slaughtered.
If these two dared to say "no," they would immediately be hacked to death. This was far from their first time dealing with such fools.
Murong Wushuang seemed to understand something and smirked. "Hand over your Black Firewood Pearls, and I might spare your lives today."
The prodigies of the Kirin Prince's Manor were instantly enraged. This brat was far too arrogant! Only the Kirin Prince's Manor robbed others—who dared to rob them?
Moreover, with over sixty of them present, how could they possibly take these two seriously?
A martial artist from the Kirin Prince's Manor, who had reached the Ninth Level of Profound Qi, condensed a Profound Qi Sword in his hand, his eyes gleaming with malice as he slashed toward Murong Wushuang's head.
Boom!
Murong Wushuang's head remained intact, but the Ninth Level Profound Qi martial artist was sent flying backward, crashing into three other young warriors and knocking them to the ground.
Murong Wushuang charged into the crowd, his body covered in a layer of stone-like skin, his strength immense and his ferocity unmatched. The blades of the martial artists struck him, only to produce sparks—they couldn’t even pierce his skin.
In no time, he had taken down over a dozen young prodigies, leaving some with broken bones and others bleeding from their orifices, writhing on the ground in agony!
The remaining warriors of the Kirin Prince's Manor were terrified by Murong Wushuang's display of power, retreating hastily, no longer daring to attack.
Boom!
Boom!
Yu Tiadi rode out from behind a small hill atop his Six-Legged Lion, clad in golden armor and wielding a Halberd. He cast a disdainful glance at Murong Wushuang and sneered, "You two have quite the nerve, daring to lay hands on my Kirin Prince's Manor’s people. Seems you’ve got a death wish."
A surge of dense Profound Qi waves erupted from Yu Tiadi, sweeping across the ground like a gale and forcing Murong Wushuang back two steps. Murong Wushuang thought to himself, This guy’s really putting on a show. He might be tough to handle.
His eyes flicked toward Ning Xiaochuan, waiting for his signal. If Ning Xiaochuan gave the word, the two of them combined might just be able to take down this golden-armored show-off.
Ning Xiaochuan, however, was gazing at the sky. Through the thick black clouds, the sun was nearly setting.
There was no time left!
Cutting straight to the point, Ning Xiaochuan declared, "Yu Tiadi, I need to borrow twenty Black Firewood Pearls. Give them to me now, and I’ll return thirty to you tomorrow morning."
Everyone froze.
Someone actually dared to borrow Black Firewood Pearls from the Kirin Prince's Manor’s young prince—and with such audacity, demanding twenty at once!
A strange thought surfaced in the minds of the martial artists from the Kirin Prince's Manor: Is this kid joking?
Yu Tiadi let out a loud, exaggerated laugh before abruptly stopping, his expression turning grave as he said, "Who do you think you are? Why should I lend you twenty Black Firewood Pearls?"
"Why?"
Ning Xiaochuan took five steps forward, standing before the towering and imposing Six-Legged Lion. His palm struck like lightning, slamming into the beast's forehead.
"Boom!"
The Six-Legged Lion let out a pitiful cry before its body shattered into pieces.
Yu Tiadi's expression shifted slightly as he was sent flying backward, landing somewhat awkwardly on the ground. Three drops of the Six-Legged Lion's blood stained his handsome yet cold face.
Ning Xiaochuan retracted his hand, placing it behind his back, and said, "Why? Because I, Ning Xiaochuan, have the strength to back it up."
The martial artists from the Kirin Prince's Manor were petrified with shock, staring at Ning Xiaochuan as if he were a monster. That was a third-grade mystic beast! And he had shattered it with a single palm strike—just how terrifying was his power?
Yu Tiadi finally began to regard Ning Xiaochuan seriously, his anger slowly dissipating as a faint smile appeared on his face. "Ning Xiaochuan! The Greatest Love-Obsessed Fool in the World! Haha! I understand now—you're going to rescue Yu Qianqian! Fine! If you have the guts to go, I'll lend you twenty Black Firewood Pearls. But if you fail to deliver thirty Black Firewood Pearls to me by sunrise tomorrow, you know the consequences will be severe."
"Thank you." Ning Xiaochuan took a cloth bag from Yu Tiadi, which contained exactly twenty Black Firewood Pearls.
Holding the bag, Ning Xiaochuan and Murong Wushuang strode away.
"Young Prince, why did you really give him twenty Black Firewood Pearls? If he dies at the hands of the Dark Emperor City, won't we lose everything?" one martial artist asked.
Yu Tiadi shook his head coldly. "Ning Xiaochuan's cultivation isn't weak. If the Dark Emperor City wants to kill him, they'll pay a heavy price. Besides, don't forget about that little girl in the Jian Pavilion Marquis House—she's Ning Xiaochuan's younger sister. If Ning Xiaochuan dies in battle, the Jian Pavilion Marquis House will mobilize all its forces to fight the Dark Emperor City to the death. Haha! That's exactly the outcome I want to see. When both sides are weakened, it'll be our turn to reap the spoils."
"But what if... what if Ning Xiaochuan turns the tide and rescues Yu Qianqian single-handedly?"
Yu Tiadi replied, "I hope so. I’d like to have a worthy opponent. Ning Xiaochuan seems decent, but I wonder just how strong he really is—whether he’s truly qualified!"
...
Ning Xiaochuan and Murong Wushuang dashed swiftly through the forest, leaping between branches like two fleeting shadows.
"The location disclosed by the Dark Emperor City is in a Poison Mist Valley on the outskirts of the Fire Demon Mountain Range, called 'Dragonfall Valley.' Legend has it that long ago, a Divine Dragon perished in that valley. After nightfall, the agonized wails of the dragon can still be heard from within. Some have even retrieved dragon bones resembling divine jade from the valley," Murong Wushuang explained.
The two of them were now rushing at full speed toward Dragonfall Valley.
Ning Xiaochuan frequently glanced at the sky and said, "The sun is about to set. I hope we're still in time!"
Murong Wushuang knew that venturing into Dragonfall Valley was a life-or-death gamble. "Let’s just hope someone from the Golden Roc Prince's Manor has already delivered twenty Black Firewood Pearls to ransom Princess Qianxi."
But this was merely wishful thinking. If the Golden Roc Prince's Manor truly intended to rescue Yu Qianqian, they would have acted long ago.
Before long, Ning Xiaochuan and Murong Wushuang arrived at the entrance of Dragonfall Valley.
"This is the place!" Ning Xiaochuan gazed into the distant valley, where icy winds howled, carrying faint roars of terrifying creatures.
The valley was shrouded in gray poison mist, and the surrounding cliffs were barren, devoid of even a single blade of grass. Though the gray poison mist wasn’t as lethal as the five-colored miasma, it was still deadly to ordinary people.
"Someone’s standing at the valley entrance!"
"Someone’s standing at the valley entrance!"
...
Commotion erupted in the woods near Dragonfall Valley. Martial artists stood among the trees, watching the distant valley intently.
The news spread like wildfire, stirring up the ambushers lurking outside the valley. They scrambled up treetops, straining their eyes toward the entrance.
The kidnapping of Princess Qianxi of the Golden Roc Prince's Manor had caused an uproar. Many were eager to witness a clash between the Golden Roc Prince's Manor and the Dark Emperor City, so a large crowd had gathered outside Dragonfall Valley, hoping to see the two factions weaken each other and seize the spoils.
As the sun neared the horizon with no sign of the Golden Roc Prince's Manor, most assumed Yu Qianqian was doomed.
Yet, at dusk, two figures appeared at the valley’s edge.
"Why only two? And unfamiliar faces—never seen them before."
High above Dragonfall Valley, on a steep cliff, a winged chariot stood parked. Six young martial artists, all at the Divine Body Realm, flanked the chariot.
Among them, a peak First Level Divine Body Realm cultivator bowed respectfully toward the chariot and said, "Your Highness, that man seems to be Ning Xiaochuan from the Jian Pavilion Marquis House."
"Ning Xiaochuan? The Greatest Love-Obsessed Fool in the World? The one who dared insult His Majesty for a brothel woman?"
A slender, jade-like hand reached out from the chariot, lifting the curtain slightly. Inside sat a young woman clad in golden robes, her beauty breathtaking—willow-like brows, eyes like clear lakes, and an aura of golden mist that lent her an ethereal, noble grace.
Her eyes, like polished black gemstones, briefly scanned Ning Xiaochuan from afar before she sighed in disappointment. "I expected someone extraordinary, but he doesn’t even have three heads and six arms!"
Princess Lanfei had come hoping to witness—and profit from—the battle between the Dark Emperor City and the Golden Roc Prince's Manor. Yet, as the sun set, she found herself staring not at a grand conflict, but at a mere love-obsessed fool.
Ning Xiaochuan had rejected the marriage proposal with Yu Qianqian for a brothel woman, a scandal known throughout the city. Would he now risk his life to save the woman he had abandoned?
"Your Highness, just the two of them dare to charge into Dragonfall Valley—aren’t they seeking death?" a martial artist sneered.
From within the chariot, Princess Lanfei’s cold voice rang out, "Ning Xiaochuan even dared to insult His Majesty. Is there anything he wouldn’t do? A man who understands neither rules nor restraint is doomed to die young. Today might very well be his last day."
Princess Lanfei held no goodwill toward Ning Xiaochuan, believing his defiance of imperial authority was nothing short of a challenge to the court!
As a noble royal princess, she naturally despised such a man. If she were to encounter Ning Xiaochuan, she would undoubtedly strike him down, making him understand that the authority of the royal family was supreme and not to be defied!
As soon as Murong Wushuang finished speaking, dozens of martial artists clad in lavish robes emerged from the surrounding woods, behind small hills, and within the grassy thickets.
There were over sixty martial artists in total, each exuding a murderous aura as they fixed their playful gazes on the two of them.
"Hand over the Black Firewood Pearls on you, and we might spare your lives," sneered a prodigy from the Kirin Prince's Manor, his cruel eyes locked onto Ning Xiaochuan and Murong Wushuang as if they were already at his mercy.
They had uttered these words many times before—those who refused to surrender their Black Firewood Pearls had all been slaughtered.
If these two dared to say "no," they would immediately be hacked to death. This was far from their first time dealing with such fools.
Murong Wushuang seemed to understand something and smirked. "Hand over your Black Firewood Pearls, and I might spare your lives today."
The prodigies of the Kirin Prince's Manor were instantly enraged. This brat was far too arrogant! Only the Kirin Prince's Manor robbed others—who dared to rob them?
Moreover, with over sixty of them present, how could they possibly take these two seriously?
A martial artist from the Kirin Prince's Manor, who had reached the Ninth Level of Profound Qi, condensed a Profound Qi Sword in his hand, his eyes gleaming with malice as he slashed toward Murong Wushuang's head.
Boom!
Murong Wushuang's head remained intact, but the Ninth Level Profound Qi martial artist was sent flying backward, crashing into three other young warriors and knocking them to the ground.
Murong Wushuang charged into the crowd, his body covered in a layer of stone-like skin, his strength immense and his ferocity unmatched. The blades of the martial artists struck him, only to produce sparks—they couldn’t even pierce his skin.
In no time, he had taken down over a dozen young prodigies, leaving some with broken bones and others bleeding from their orifices, writhing on the ground in agony!
The remaining warriors of the Kirin Prince's Manor were terrified by Murong Wushuang's display of power, retreating hastily, no longer daring to attack.
Boom!
Boom!
Yu Tiadi rode out from behind a small hill atop his Six-Legged Lion, clad in golden armor and wielding a Halberd. He cast a disdainful glance at Murong Wushuang and sneered, "You two have quite the nerve, daring to lay hands on my Kirin Prince's Manor’s people. Seems you’ve got a death wish."
A surge of dense Profound Qi waves erupted from Yu Tiadi, sweeping across the ground like a gale and forcing Murong Wushuang back two steps. Murong Wushuang thought to himself, This guy’s really putting on a show. He might be tough to handle.
His eyes flicked toward Ning Xiaochuan, waiting for his signal. If Ning Xiaochuan gave the word, the two of them combined might just be able to take down this golden-armored show-off.
Ning Xiaochuan, however, was gazing at the sky. Through the thick black clouds, the sun was nearly setting.
There was no time left!
Cutting straight to the point, Ning Xiaochuan declared, "Yu Tiadi, I need to borrow twenty Black Firewood Pearls. Give them to me now, and I’ll return thirty to you tomorrow morning."
Everyone froze.
Someone actually dared to borrow Black Firewood Pearls from the Kirin Prince's Manor’s young prince—and with such audacity, demanding twenty at once!
A strange thought surfaced in the minds of the martial artists from the Kirin Prince's Manor: Is this kid joking?
Yu Tiadi let out a loud, exaggerated laugh before abruptly stopping, his expression turning grave as he said, "Who do you think you are? Why should I lend you twenty Black Firewood Pearls?"
"Why?"
Ning Xiaochuan took five steps forward, standing before the towering and imposing Six-Legged Lion. His palm struck like lightning, slamming into the beast's forehead.
"Boom!"
The Six-Legged Lion let out a pitiful cry before its body shattered into pieces.
Yu Tiadi's expression shifted slightly as he was sent flying backward, landing somewhat awkwardly on the ground. Three drops of the Six-Legged Lion's blood stained his handsome yet cold face.
Ning Xiaochuan retracted his hand, placing it behind his back, and said, "Why? Because I, Ning Xiaochuan, have the strength to back it up."
The martial artists from the Kirin Prince's Manor were petrified with shock, staring at Ning Xiaochuan as if he were a monster. That was a third-grade mystic beast! And he had shattered it with a single palm strike—just how terrifying was his power?
Yu Tiadi finally began to regard Ning Xiaochuan seriously, his anger slowly dissipating as a faint smile appeared on his face. "Ning Xiaochuan! The Greatest Love-Obsessed Fool in the World! Haha! I understand now—you're going to rescue Yu Qianqian! Fine! If you have the guts to go, I'll lend you twenty Black Firewood Pearls. But if you fail to deliver thirty Black Firewood Pearls to me by sunrise tomorrow, you know the consequences will be severe."
"Thank you." Ning Xiaochuan took a cloth bag from Yu Tiadi, which contained exactly twenty Black Firewood Pearls.
Holding the bag, Ning Xiaochuan and Murong Wushuang strode away.
"Young Prince, why did you really give him twenty Black Firewood Pearls? If he dies at the hands of the Dark Emperor City, won't we lose everything?" one martial artist asked.
Yu Tiadi shook his head coldly. "Ning Xiaochuan's cultivation isn't weak. If the Dark Emperor City wants to kill him, they'll pay a heavy price. Besides, don't forget about that little girl in the Jian Pavilion Marquis House—she's Ning Xiaochuan's younger sister. If Ning Xiaochuan dies in battle, the Jian Pavilion Marquis House will mobilize all its forces to fight the Dark Emperor City to the death. Haha! That's exactly the outcome I want to see. When both sides are weakened, it'll be our turn to reap the spoils."
"But what if... what if Ning Xiaochuan turns the tide and rescues Yu Qianqian single-handedly?"
Yu Tiadi replied, "I hope so. I’d like to have a worthy opponent. Ning Xiaochuan seems decent, but I wonder just how strong he really is—whether he’s truly qualified!"
...
Ning Xiaochuan and Murong Wushuang dashed swiftly through the forest, leaping between branches like two fleeting shadows.
"The location disclosed by the Dark Emperor City is in a Poison Mist Valley on the outskirts of the Fire Demon Mountain Range, called 'Dragonfall Valley.' Legend has it that long ago, a Divine Dragon perished in that valley. After nightfall, the agonized wails of the dragon can still be heard from within. Some have even retrieved dragon bones resembling divine jade from the valley," Murong Wushuang explained.
The two of them were now rushing at full speed toward Dragonfall Valley.
Ning Xiaochuan frequently glanced at the sky and said, "The sun is about to set. I hope we're still in time!"
Murong Wushuang knew that venturing into Dragonfall Valley was a life-or-death gamble. "Let’s just hope someone from the Golden Roc Prince's Manor has already delivered twenty Black Firewood Pearls to ransom Princess Qianxi."
But this was merely wishful thinking. If the Golden Roc Prince's Manor truly intended to rescue Yu Qianqian, they would have acted long ago.
Before long, Ning Xiaochuan and Murong Wushuang arrived at the entrance of Dragonfall Valley.
"This is the place!" Ning Xiaochuan gazed into the distant valley, where icy winds howled, carrying faint roars of terrifying creatures.
The valley was shrouded in gray poison mist, and the surrounding cliffs were barren, devoid of even a single blade of grass. Though the gray poison mist wasn’t as lethal as the five-colored miasma, it was still deadly to ordinary people.
"Someone’s standing at the valley entrance!"
"Someone’s standing at the valley entrance!"
...
Commotion erupted in the woods near Dragonfall Valley. Martial artists stood among the trees, watching the distant valley intently.
The news spread like wildfire, stirring up the ambushers lurking outside the valley. They scrambled up treetops, straining their eyes toward the entrance.
The kidnapping of Princess Qianxi of the Golden Roc Prince's Manor had caused an uproar. Many were eager to witness a clash between the Golden Roc Prince's Manor and the Dark Emperor City, so a large crowd had gathered outside Dragonfall Valley, hoping to see the two factions weaken each other and seize the spoils.
As the sun neared the horizon with no sign of the Golden Roc Prince's Manor, most assumed Yu Qianqian was doomed.
Yet, at dusk, two figures appeared at the valley’s edge.
"Why only two? And unfamiliar faces—never seen them before."
High above Dragonfall Valley, on a steep cliff, a winged chariot stood parked. Six young martial artists, all at the Divine Body Realm, flanked the chariot.
Among them, a peak First Level Divine Body Realm cultivator bowed respectfully toward the chariot and said, "Your Highness, that man seems to be Ning Xiaochuan from the Jian Pavilion Marquis House."
"Ning Xiaochuan? The Greatest Love-Obsessed Fool in the World? The one who dared insult His Majesty for a brothel woman?"
A slender, jade-like hand reached out from the chariot, lifting the curtain slightly. Inside sat a young woman clad in golden robes, her beauty breathtaking—willow-like brows, eyes like clear lakes, and an aura of golden mist that lent her an ethereal, noble grace.
Her eyes, like polished black gemstones, briefly scanned Ning Xiaochuan from afar before she sighed in disappointment. "I expected someone extraordinary, but he doesn’t even have three heads and six arms!"
Princess Lanfei had come hoping to witness—and profit from—the battle between the Dark Emperor City and the Golden Roc Prince's Manor. Yet, as the sun set, she found herself staring not at a grand conflict, but at a mere love-obsessed fool.
Ning Xiaochuan had rejected the marriage proposal with Yu Qianqian for a brothel woman, a scandal known throughout the city. Would he now risk his life to save the woman he had abandoned?
"Your Highness, just the two of them dare to charge into Dragonfall Valley—aren’t they seeking death?" a martial artist sneered.
From within the chariot, Princess Lanfei’s cold voice rang out, "Ning Xiaochuan even dared to insult His Majesty. Is there anything he wouldn’t do? A man who understands neither rules nor restraint is doomed to die young. Today might very well be his last day."
Princess Lanfei held no goodwill toward Ning Xiaochuan, believing his defiance of imperial authority was nothing short of a challenge to the court!
As a noble royal princess, she naturally despised such a man. If she were to encounter Ning Xiaochuan, she would undoubtedly strike him down, making him understand that the authority of the royal family was supreme and not to be defied!
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