161: Go and deliver this! (Third update, asking for monthly tickets)

The next day, the majestic city sprawled, and the morning sun rose.

People and horses flowed endlessly through the thirty-six gates in all directions, and the clamor of voices was deafening.

Even the wide street, which allowed sixteen horse-drawn carriages to pass abreast, seemed a little crowded at this moment.

In front of a certain inn, there was a blockage. A waiter wearing a green hat and with a white cloth draped over his shoulder stood at the entrance, not to greet guests, but to shout at the crowd in front of him with a hoarse voice: "Our rooms are full. Please check other places."

He had shouted this countless times since early morning, and his voice was hoarse.

This scene was constantly playing out all over the city.

There was no other way. Since yesterday, a large number of outsiders had poured into Jinguancheng. Inns and hotels throughout the city were almost full, and even more people arrived today, causing the entire Jinguancheng to be unprecedentedly overcrowded.

For a time, ordinary households all over the city heard knocking at their doors.

As the entire city became boisterous, streaks of light entered through the gates, entering Jinguancheng, which had anti-flying Restrictions, and then revealed their figures one by one.

There were Disciples of Yulong Palace, dressed in light green robes with flying Dragon patterns on their collars, riding bronze Puppets about ten feet tall.

There were also women all in white, their robes fluttering as if merged with the mountain mist, their colorful sashes tied around their waists dancing in the wind. Each had a beautiful face and graceful figure, with eyes that were either innocent, sharp, or lively, and each carried a three-foot-long green blade on their back.

And there were figures dressed in colorful clothes, with hooded heads, carrying black tubes about a person's height and a foot thick on their backs. Their faces were obscured, and their appearance was strange.

Groups of people dressed in various Sect uniforms, exuding extraordinary Qi, appeared and rushed towards Yunding Mountain, which soared into the clouds in the center of the city, causing a stir.

"Disciples of Changning Yulong Palace!"

"Even the Fairies of Su Nu Sword Sect have come!"

"So beautiful."

"Also, those people seem to be Gu Cultivators from Wolong Mountain. I heard that their School is very mysterious, Cultivating in deep mountains and old forests all year round, and rarely do their Disciples walk the Jianghu."

Some outsiders, seeing the famous Schools of Jiannan Road gathered in Jinguancheng, were shocked and asked:

"Excuse me, what happened?"

"Are you from out of town?"

"Yes!"

"Don't you know there's going to be a war? I heard that these aristocratic Sects were summoned by the Dao Fu Division to discuss important matters, and I also heard that a Zhonglang General will be holding an anointing ceremony."

"..."

The crowd chattered, and the streets, alleys, teahouses, and taverns were filled with fervent discussion.

On the north side of Yunding Mountain, at the foot of the mountain, there was a large expanse of pavilions and towers with upturned eaves, stretching for miles.

This was an annex set up by the Dao Fu Division, specially for visiting guests.

At this time, in this vast annex, some of the most prominent aristocratic Sect Disciples from Shu gathered. Where there are people, there is Jianghu. Moreover, with elite Disciples from all over Bashu gathering, it was a convergence of forces.

Some gathered to discuss the current crisis in Shu and what to do;

Some engaged in martial arts sparring, shouting and flying up and down in the training grounds;

And some took advantage of this rare opportunity to form small groups of two or three, holding miniature trade fairs to exchange Spiritual Plants, Medicinal Pills, and even martial arts Cultivation Techniques they needed.

After all, as Disciples of large Schools or aristocratic families, they had more channels for information and knew how critical the situation was after Youmen Pass was breached. Some rumors had already spread among the Disciples, saying that in this gathering, some of them would be sent to the fallen lands in the west, to join the Fushi's Fa Shan Army in conquering the Ten Thousand Mountains and eliminating Devils. No one knew what the future held, so enhancing their strength as quickly as possible and securing their foundation was the priority!

Just as people and horses were continuously gathering at this annex at the foot of the mountain, a clear Sword Qi suddenly resounded throughout the entire annex.

Above a certain courtyard, the heavens and earth suddenly stirred up a strong wind, the weather changed color, and rolling dark clouds gathered, forming a black tornado, like a Dragon sucking water, connecting heaven and earth. A suppressed, violent aura quickly brewed above the courtyard.

The commotion was immense, eliciting shouts.

Immediately after, figures flew about, converging towards the center of the commotion, and quickly arrived around the courtyard.

One by one, elite Disciples from various Schools, either near or far, stood on upturned eaves, or hovered in the Void Realm, looking at the black tornado growing in the wind above the courtyard, feeling the increasingly terrifying aura within, their expressions varied.

Some pupils contracted slightly;

Some showed surprise and doubt;

Some carefully felt the aura emanating from the tornado, their eyes filled with admiration, and exclaimed, "Someone is knocking on the Fourth Heavenly Gate!"

After all, martial arts Cultivators are as numerous as carp in a river, but those who can knock open the Fourth Heavenly Gate and become the master of a force are the martial arts pursuit of most people's lives!

Among the figures around, whispers arose in unison: "Who lives in this courtyard?"

Soon, they had their answer.

Around the courtyard, four figures in white robes, with their hair tied in topknots, holding swords in one hand, stood on each side, vigilantly watching their surroundings, clearly acting as Protectors.

And the identity of these few people was obvious!

"It's Shu Mountain Sword Sect!"

"I remember five of them came yesterday."

"That's right, it's their Chief Disciple Ji Wuming knocking on the Fourth Heavenly Gate!"

And just as outsiders were guessing, a piercing Sword Qi resounded between heaven and earth.

Immediately after, under the dim sky, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, streaks of fierce Sword Qi transformed into a sky-filling Sword Rain, soaring into the sky, each about three feet long, glittering with cold light, illuminating all directions.

The sky-filling Sword Rain, shining with cold light, rushed into the black tornado that covered the sky above.

For a time, piercing screams and roars filled the air, as if to tear apart the dark clouds.

"Boom"

"Boom"

"Boom"

Qi waves splashed, and Sword Qi swirled.

After about a quarter of an hour, the power of the Sword Qi visibly weakened, and was instead shattered by the tornado.

Just when it seemed to be losing momentum, a blood-red light shot into the sky, and a bird's cry, sharp and piercing, came from within.

Immediately after, a black bird about ten feet in size, glowing with blood-red light, flapped its four wings towards the almost collapsing Sword Qi. With each flap, drops of extremely pure essence Qi sprinkled onto the Sword Qi.

Suddenly, the originally listless and dim Sword Qi vibrated incessantly, emitting a buzzing tremor, and its sword momentum became even stronger!

At this moment, exclamations arose.

"It's the essence blood of a Heavenly Gate Devil!"

"So that's it, Ji Wuming is relying on this to break through."

As the words fell, as the massive essence Qi from the Devil's essence blood instantly poured in, the Sword Qi hummed and soared, instantly transforming into a blood-colored great sword about forty feet long!

With a "li" sound, it turned into a dazzling stream of light, shooting straight towards the enormous eye of the wind high in the sky!

"Boom"

An earth-shattering roar.

The wind in the sky stopped, and the tornado also suddenly stopped expanding and contracting, then began to disintegrate inch by inch from bottom to top.

"Succeeded?"

The figures around couldn't help but hold their breath, staring intently at the high sky, witnessing this moment.

But the next second, high in the sky, at the eye of the wind, the blood-colored great sword actually showed cracks.

Immediately after, it collapsed with a crash.

This meant the breakthrough failed!

At this, there were sighs of regret, glances of schadenfreude, and some people inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that they might not be inferior to the Chief Disciple of Shu Mountain Sword Sect.

Such is the human condition.

Meanwhile, on the peak of Ninth Mountain of Yunding Mountain, a figure with golden light flickering in his eyes observed all of this.

At this time, the three commanding Lang Jiangs, Liu Qing, Cloud Skyborn, and Lu Ming, were standing beside Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan had summoned the three to immediately begin recruiting soldiers and horses, and their discussion was interrupted by the scene at the foot of the mountain to the north.

Moreover, he discovered it was an "acquaintance."

This was interesting.

At this moment, golden light flickered in his eyes, and a thought crossed his mind.

Then, with a flick of his sleeve, a small jade bottle and two drops of essence blood, emitting rich essence Qi and sparkling brilliantly, flew out.

He said to Cloud Skyborn beside him, "You go and deliver this!"

My hands are slow, a bit late, the third update is here.