Chapter 279: Yinling City

Chapter 279 Silverling City

"Om Umo Duo Tuo Ye She!" Following Li Huowang's silent chanting in his heart, and acting according to the method's instructions, he mobilized the breath of qi within his dantian.

Immediately, he raised the bronze sword with his left hand and forcefully thrust it forward at the emerald-green bamboo shoot ahead.

In the next instant, the copper coins on the coin sword trembled slightly, scattering in the air before being guided by the red rope to pierce into the bamboo shoot one by one.

Li Huowang lifted the sword hilt again, and those old copper coins quickly returned, reconnecting to reform the body of the coin sword.

When the coin sword returned to its place, the bamboo shoot over a meter tall in front of Li Huowang was already shattered into four pieces.

Next, Li Huowang looked at the black stone covered in moss to the side, gripped the sword body tightly, and slashed fiercely towards it.

In the next instant, Li Huowang felt a powerful force transmitted from the sword body; at this moment, he felt as though he was not swinging the sword himself, but rather the sword was turning his hand.

Just as the coin sword was about to collide with the stone, the entire sword instantly scattered; when the empty hilt swept across the massive rock, those copper coins, linked by the red thread, recondensed and severed a rotting log several meters behind the stone.

"This sword is useful, very useful." Li Huowang, with a trace of joy in his heart, looked at the coin sword before him and thought inwardly.

Compared to other things he possessed, this item was obviously much more practical, and most importantly, there were absolutely no side effects.

This coin sword could, to some extent, compensate for his lack of long-range attack capabilities.

Witnessing this scene, the scholar standing nearby felt intensely envious; the supernatural technique he had learned with immense hardship, the other party had mastered far better in such a short time.

Thinking of this, the scholar was filled with envy, approaching with an ecstatic expression. "Master's divine arts are peerless!! Unmatched under heaven!"

Facing the other party's flattery, Li Huowang's expression was as if he had swallowed a fly; this fellow hadn't read books and didn't even know how to suck up properly.

"Master, what supernatural technique should I learn next?" The scholar's eyes were full of eagerness as he voiced his most pressing concern.

Li Huowang looked at the youth before him without answering; previously making him learn the method was not only to dispel the violent aura on his body but also to have him test beforehand whether there were pitfalls in the method.

Since the purpose was achieved, Li Huowang knew he needed to consider how to deal with this convenient disciple.

Li Huowang understood that with his current personality, directly telling him to expel him from the sect probably wouldn't work; he must devise a roundabout method.

"Learn characters, your next step is learning to recognize characters." Li Huowang's words made the scholar pause; this was quite different from what he had expected.

"Do you know why I learned this method faster than you? Because I can read characters."

"So what if I don't know characters? Not knowing characters doesn't stop me from learning supernatural techniques! I can still cultivate immortality!" The scholar's tone was indignant.

"You won't learn? Then fine, don't blame me for not teaching." After speaking, Li Huowang turned and walked away.

"Master, I was wrong!" The exceptionally nervous scholar plopped down on his knees before Li Huowang, banging out three heavy kowtows. "I'll learn!"

When Li Huowang walked out of the bamboo forest, the scholar behind him was already frowning miserably, carefully clutching a sheet of paper written full of characters and memorizing them by rote; he had never been so diligent in his life.

Seeing his master emerge, Mantou trotted over with small steps, wagging her tail to Li Huowang's side, gently sniffing his hem with her nose.

Li Huowang patted her dog head with his hand and said to the others by the ox cart: "Let's go, move faster, we need to enter Silverling City as soon as possible."

Under the rolling of the wheels, Li Huowang reopened the map in his hand; from it, not far ahead lay a major city of Great Liang, Silverling City.

From the information he had gathered, this city ranked among the top in the entire Great Liang Kingdom; it was the fiefdom of a prince of Great Liang.

Of course, Li Huowang actually didn't care much about how the city was; what he cared more about was that once they passed this city, they would not be far from Ox Heart Mountain.

Once they reached Bai Lingmiao's hometown, then this arduous long journey would finally welcome a full stop.

"Senior Brother Li, I've never been to Silverling City before; I heard my second uncle say that the people in Silverling City are very wealthy. When he was young, he hunted a chicken-foot deer, sold it to Silverling City, and upon returning, built three large tiled houses!"

"Heard him say, Silverling City is huge and beautiful, and the food is especially delicious. When I was young, I often wondered how good it could taste."

Bai Lingmiao, whose eyes were covered with a white ribbon, held Li Huowang's hem with both hands, talking incessantly; this was completely different from her previous demeanor.

She spoke, and Li Huowang listened silently. One in front, one behind, they were a perfect match.

Under Bai Lingmiao's voice like a lark, gradually a tall, oppressive city wall appeared before them.

When arriving at the foot of the city wall with the crowd, when his body was completely obscured by the shadow of the wall, Li Huowang looked up and almost thought the thing before him was a mountain.

"This wall... this wall..." Dogwa spoke stutteringly with glazed eyes.

"This wall is really big!" Little Yang spoke the rest of his words for him.

"Just you talk too much." Dogwa hugged his wife's waist and hurriedly caught up with the carriage.

In the barbican at the front of the long queue, guards with a character 'Soldier' tattooed on their chests were checking the people inside one by one.

Compared to Qingqiu before, it was obviously much stricter here; anything had to be inspected once before being allowed to pass.

Everyone inevitably became tense, pulling tight the black gauze hats on their heads.

Just entering the barbican which was over ten meters long, Li Huowang found that speaking here produced an echo, showing how vast it was.

"What business do you have entering the city?" The screening soldier's tone was extremely cold.

"Official sir, we are opera singers, please show some leniency." Lu Zhuangyuan, wearing a smiling face, handed over the travel permit with both hands; it was taken, and the silver underneath the permit was thrown on the ground.

Seeing the other party had a travel permit stamped with an official seal, the soldiers who were just preparing to surround and inspect things retreated back.

"Pass. Next one."

These words from the other party let Li Huowang, standing beside the ox cart containing Black Tai Sui, breathe a sigh of relief.

Once inside, Li Huowang immediately heard constant exclamations around him, but this was normal; on both sides of the spacious streets were actually many buildings several stories high.

Between these buildings was a bustling, living Along the River During the Qingming Festival painting.

Looking at this prosperous yet strange everything, even the knowledgeable Lu Zhuangyuan felt somewhat at a loss. Their group stood in the middle of the road, not knowing which way to go.

Many people seeing their action immediately revealed a trace of contempt in their eyes; another batch of country bumpkins who had never entered a city.

"Why panic, same as always, find an inn first to settle down." Li Huowang looked up and walked forward, and the others hurriedly followed.

Li Huowang looked at everything before him with a very complex expression; he truly didn't expect that in this world there was still such a prosperous place.

He thought that in this already mad world, not a single inch was good.

(End of Chapter)