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At this moment, Chen Canghai exuded an aura of grandeur, his voice resonating like thunder. His gaze was piercing as he declared, "In seven days, follow me to annihilate the Ye Family Ancestor!"
Hmph, for many years, those who had crossed him seemed to have forgotten the might of Chen Canghai! After his proclamation, the Seven Great Generals responded in unison, their momentum like a pack of fierce tigers descending from the mountains, unstoppable.
Meanwhile, in a secluded valley of the Northern Region, a young man dressed in black sat cross-legged, his eyes tightly shut and his expression focused as he wholeheartedly absorbed the essence of a precious Fourth-Rank Elixir before him. The elixir emitted a fragrant aroma and spiritual energy that seemed to possess countless miraculous uses. Beside the young man stood a middle-aged man with an ethereal presence—Ye Xingchen and his disciple, Lu Tianming.
Since Lu Tianming became Ye Xingchen's disciple, he gradually learned about his master's past. This seemingly ordinary mentor was actually the ancestor of a small family in Tianfeng County.
This revelation astonished Lu Tianming; he had never imagined that such a small family could nurture someone as powerful and renowned as his master. Ye Xingchen silently lamented to himself about Lu Tianming's good fortune. Throughout their journey, he had been quietly observing and discreetly assisting him.
Yet Lu Tianming relied on his own strength and luck to blaze a trail through challenges, effortlessly acquiring both Second-Rank Precious Herbs and Fourth-Rank Elixirs along the way. He had been out for a month without encountering a Third-Rank Elixir while Lu Tianming had already stumbled upon a Fourth-Rank Elixir—such luck was truly enviable.
However, Ye Xingchen did not dwell on it too much. After all, he was not out seeking treasures or training; he simply wanted to explore and experience the local culture. Moreover, with Ye Gucheng overseeing the Ye Family Ancestor's affairs, there was little chance of chaos erupting in the short term. Thus, he took Lu Tianming along for a leisurely journey to broaden their horizons.
At the desolate and expansive edge of the Northern Burial Ground, a thrilling ambush was unfolding! A group of soldiers clad in black armor surrounded an old man and a little girl. The old man was Wang Bo, who had escaped from the Qin Dynasty palace, while the girl beside him was Ying Ziyi, the Purple Robe Master of the Qin Dynasty.
The leader of the black-clad men had a sinister face with greed glinting in his eyes. He coldly spoke, "Wang Bo, with your peak Celestial Being strength, you are considered a pillar in this dynasty. If you hand over the Purple Robe Master, the General guarantees you will enjoy worldly riches and live without worry for life!"
Upon hearing this, Wang Bo's eyes flashed with anger. He glared fiercely at the leader and spoke in a hoarse yet powerful voice: "Kong Wujiang, you despicable scoundrel! It was Qin Wang who saved you from certain death during your attack on Zhao. You should be grateful and loyal to Qin Wang. Yet you betrayed him and allied yourself with Ku Si Yuan. Hmph! Even if you serve Ku Si Yuan now, do you think he truly values you?"
Kong Wujiang's expression shifted slightly as guilt flickered across his face. But soon after, rage took over as he shouted back: "Old fool, don't think you can win with mere words!" With that, he led his soldiers into an assault against Wang Bo and the Purple Robe Master like tigers charging down from the mountains.
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