Swordsman the Wanderer
Ch 149's. Towards the Ming Imperial City
A moment later, Zhang En directed the true essence flames from his dantian, forming a protective barrier over his body. At the same time, he initiated the Ten Buddhas Formation, combining the Buddhist energy of the array formation with his own, his own, creating a power barrier from the Buddhist energy before inserting his battle qi into the Ghost King Ring again.
The same thing happened, like twice before. When Zhang En poured his battle Qi energy into the ring, the seal inside it was triggered, a ghostly aura surged out from within the ring, colliding with the Buddhist energy a second time.
In the spacious temple hall, there is a struggle between the ghostly aura that rumbles with the light of the holy Buddha. It took some time before the Buddhist energy managed to suppress the ghost aura, taking longer than the first time.
This process repeated itself over and over again until Zhang En's fifth attempt to refine the Ghost King Ring, the ghostly aura inside suddenly shot out like an endless tsunami wave, destroying the power barrier erected from the Ten Buddhas Formation, it shot straight towards Zhang En.
When it hit the true essence fire shield burning around Zhang En, the shield reacted like boiling water, black smoke filling the temple hall.
The true essence fire barely managed to burn all the ghostly aura aimed at him, but Zhang En's face paled. Although his true essence fire burned all of the ghostly aura, he drew too much true essence within his dantian at the same time.
Focusing his mind, Zhang En executed his dragon body art ability, Instant Recovery. A mottled blue light spread out starting from his feet, returning redness to his face, but it took several hours for the true essence in his dantian to recover.
After recovering from exhaustion from running out of his true essence energy, Zhang En exhaled a murky Qi from his mouth. He looked at the King Ghost Ring in front of him and sighed helplessly. Seemingly relying on his current level of strength, it was not enough to refine the Ghost King Ring, even considering it with the help of the gigantic ghost of the early god ascetic realm Feng Yang, this task has a very low chance of success.
A light flickered in his eyes as a thought flowed through his mind swiftly. "Then, the only option was to temporarily travel back to the Imperial capital. Sect Leader Xin Long or Teacher Chao, both of them are high-level warriors, with their help, the possibility of refining the Ghost King Ring is much higher," Zhang En pondered for a moment.
After Zhang En made his decision, he walked out of the Golden Mountain Temple and summoned the gigantic ghost of Feng Yang. The two left the valley, speeding at high speed towards the Empire's territory.
As for the City of Death, Zhang En would not return for now. The most important matter now was to refine the Ghost King Ring so that he could refine the Ghost King Sutra and break through.
Accelerating the flight along the way, Zhang En and the giant ghost Feng Yang exited the Ghost City region within three days. They found many other ghost creatures, but all of them were killed by Zhang En and Feng Yang, as well as their ghost souls were purified by Zhang En using the Blood Fact Mandate. Therefore, by the time Zhang En left the border Region of Ghost City, his strength had further increased significantly, approaching the Five Star God Realm.
Ten days later, Zhang En and Feng Yang reached the borders of the Ming Empire. Seeing that the sky was already dark, he decided to rest overnight in a small town they had been through before traveling again.
"Not far from here is the village I grew up in." That thought flashed through Zhang En's mind when he arrived at a small town called Xinyu City, adjacent to Semanggi Leaf Village.
"I wonder how Yan Xun's sister is doing now. It's been almost five years, I've never met him"
A smile appeared on Zhang En's face when he thought of Yan Xun, that teenage boy is most likely an adult by now.
Turtle Village held many memories of Zhang En about his childhood life.
Although the Zhang Clan was no longer around, in Zhang En's heart, Turtle Village had always been his starting place, a hometown to speak of his childhood best memories spent there.
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At this moment, deep within the Xinyu City Palace, in the basement, the sound of a whip hitting the flesh resounded.
“Phuihhh! There will be a day when I cut you into pieces and feed your body to wild animals!" An angry roar echoed through the basement, and this was none other than Yan Xun's voice.
Yan Xun's appearance was extremely disheveled, his white robe was covered in blood, both his arms and legs chained to a thick iron pole. The man standing in front of him was a gray-robed old man.
The gray-robed old man looked at Yan Xun and the bloodstained wound on Yan Xun's body, a smile appeared on his face, developing into a laugh, saying "Son, son, you have a mouth to say you want to cut me into pieces and my body into wild animal food. Relying on your current situation what can you do? ” The old man's voice was full of boos.
Yan Xun's eyes were filled with fury with tensed veins visible on his neck as he stared intently at the other direction, his tone coldly piercing bone, "Old man He Hui, you are so wise and better, you are, kill me now!"
The gray-robed old man was named He Hui, sneering, feeling very satisfied with himself, “Don't worry, we will display you tomorrow in the square outside the city palace door, he said, and cut off your head in public! This will be your last night to live.” He Hui's parents looked at the window while chuckling, "It's a beautiful night."
The blurred moonlight shone through the dungeon cell through a small crack above the dungeon. At this moment, someone opened the door of the dungeon, seen a young man in dragon-patterned brocade robe enter the cell, behind him followed by the four guards of the city palace.
Hands and feet were released from the chains, Yan Xun slumped to the floor in a sitting position. He stared at the expanse of dishes and wine that was in front of his eyes. A small laugh came out from his throat and a blurred vision clouded his gaze, muttering, "Brother Zhang En, it seems like we won't be able to meet again in this life!"
As Zhang En's little friend, he spent most of his time training after their separation in Turtle Village, he said, hence he did not have many trustworthy friends around him during his time in Xinyu City. It could be said that Zhang En was his only true friend.
He slowly walked over, picked up a jug of wine and drank it to the end.
The night slowly faded and the morning sun shone brightly.
Inside an inn, morning sunlight poured into the room through the window, hitting Zhang En's body. Zhang En then walked up to the window of his room while breathing the fresh morning air while stretching his body.
He came out of the room a few moments later.
Giant ghost Feng Yang was already waiting outside Zhang En's room, saluting as he watched Zhang En exit the room.
"Let's go." Zhang En said. Finishing the payment for their lodging accommodation for one night, Zhang En and the giant ghost Feng Yang left the Thousand Spring inn, flying swiftly towards the center of Xinyu city
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