Free Web NovelChapter 393: Chapter 160: Blood Sword Dance Level 6
"But a young eagle must grow in a harsh environment. If not for that, I would even consider bringing him to Xuanjing City and protecting him like a treasured jewel."
Eunuch Chen nodded. "I understand. I will head to the Observatory headquarters right away."
Emperor Yunwu took a breath of fresh air and said nothing.
Taking the hint, Eunuch Chen left the Imperial Study and made his way toward the Observatory. freēwēbηovel.c૦m
After Eunuch Chen had left, Emperor Yunwu tapped on the edge of the window.
A black shadow flickered, and a person in the uniform of a Close Guard appeared before Emperor Yunwu, bowing. "Your Majesty."
Emperor Yunwu said coolly, "What is the situation with Marquis Fengjiang?"
The Close Guard quickly reported, "Currently, Marquis Fengjiang is besieged by armies from all sides. He should have been completely annihilated within half a month, but he is using the safety of an entire city’s populace as a threat. We seem to have reached a stalemate. If we attack by force, Marquis Fengjiang will surely slaughter every citizen in the city first."
Emperor Yunwu frowned. "What are the Observatory members over there good for? I pay them such high stipends. How could they let him get this far?"
The Close Guard said, "The Observatory fought with all their might, but unfortunately, Marquis Fengjiang had too many Demonic Forces on his side, in addition to his own army. All of our members were killed in action."
Hearing this, Emperor Yunwu fell into a long silence.
An invisible pressure rose from him, causing beads of sweat to form on the Close Guard’s forehead.
After a long moment, a trace of fury appeared in Emperor Yunwu’s eyes.
"Go to the national treasury and allocate a sum of silver to compensate the families of the fallen Observatory members."
The Close Guard nodded quickly. "Yes."
"Wait." Emperor Yunwu raised a hand. "From my humble beginnings until now, I have never been threatened. But that animal, Marquis Fengjiang, has seized upon my weakness." ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com
"Order all armies besieging Marquis Fengjiang to stand by. I will dispatch a team of Hidden Guards. This will be a decapitation strike."
The Close Guard’s eyes widened, instantly understanding Emperor Yunwu’s meaning.
"Yes!" the Close Guard quickly assented.
Emperor Yunwu waved his hand. "Remember, the people are the root of the Great Zhou Country. Their safety must be guaranteed. You are dismissed."
"Yes!"
The Close Guard said no more, turning to leave and relay Emperor Yunwu’s orders.
The Hidden Guards were the elite among Emperor Yunwu’s Close Guards. Every one of them was a top-tier master.
The true purpose of dispatching them to besiege Marquis Fengjiang for a decapitation strike was to eliminate all of the Marquis’s generals.
’An army without generals... At that point, we can take advantage of the chaos to eliminate Marquis Fengjiang and spare the people from harm.’
Thinking this, the Close Guard departed swiftly.
Emperor Yunwu watched the Close Guard’s departing figure, then retracted his gaze and returned to his seat to continue reviewing memorials.
Just as he picked up his brush, he recalled his earlier conversation with Eunuch Chen about Shen Bai.
’What an interesting little fellow. I’ll just have to see how high you can climb.’ Emperor Yunwu chuckled. "With my endorsement, the Observatory headquarters will surely promote you heavily. Perhaps one day, you’ll reach the summit and look out upon this world with me."
At this thought, Emperor Yunwu shook his head again.
’Never mind. I should focus on these memorials first.’
He hesitated no longer, lowering his head to resume the busy work of reviewing memorials.
The Imperial Study fell silent once more.
...
Time slowly passed. In the blink of an eye, a whole night went by.
When the next day arrived, the first rays of morning sun shone down. Shen Bai opened his eyes, let out a long breath, and slid Cold Moon back into the sheath at his waist.
A light flashed on his chest, and Amber leaped out from within Shen Bai’s body. It landed on the table, did a little roll, and meowed a few times, nuzzling against Shen Bai’s palm affectionately.
Shen Bai stroked Amber’s head, his mood cheerful, and cast his gaze into the void.
At that moment, a line of smoke was swirling in the void, twisting and slowly forming a new line of text.
After a whole night of grinding, he had finally gotten his Anti-Demon Blood Sword Dance to Level 6.
During this entire period, including the journey back, he had been grinding nonstop.
Even in the carriage, he was practicing the Anti-Demon Blood Sword Dance.
The Anti-Demon Blood Sword Dance had gained 12,000 Skill Level points from the internal exam. Shen Bai’s skill was already on the verge of a breakthrough, and after this period of intense grinding, it had finally reached its limit.
The smoke twisted, and when the new text appeared, Shen Bai could finally see it clearly.
[Anti-Demon Blood Sword Dance Lv. 6 (Swordsmanship +32, Anti-Demon +32, Vibration +32, Sword Qi +32, Spirituality +32, Sword Heart +32): 0/20000]
As this line of text materialized, Shen Bai felt his surroundings gradually begin to blur.
’Time to see that strange phantom again,’ Shen Bai thought.
As the thought crossed his mind, the blurry environment sharpened into focus, and an exquisite scroll painting appeared before his eyes.
This time, Shen Bai found himself in a bamboo forest.
Exquisite scroll paintings like it hung from every bamboo stalk. On the scrolls, sets of Sword Techniques were being demonstrated, like a slideshow.
Shen Bai looked up and was even more astounded to find that every set of Sword Techniques was completely different.
Just then, Shen Bai saw the phantom in the bamboo forest.
The phantom was standing amidst the trees, a Wooden Sword in hand.
A gentle breeze blew, making the exquisite scroll paintings hanging on the bamboo sway. One of them detached and fell from its stalk.
Suddenly, the phantom moved.
The Wooden Sword in the phantom’s hand began to dance.
As the exquisite scroll painting drifted down, the phantom’s sword movements perfectly mirrored the Sword Techniques depicted on it.
The phantom’s Speed was immense, and every strike was near-perfect.
When the exquisite scroll painting touched the ground, it instantly turned to ash. By then, the phantom had already performed the entire set of Sword Techniques once through.
