A Da died. No matter whether he accepted the fact or not, he closed his eyes and left the world. It had been exactly one year since he became a powerhouse of the Royal Court from a slave.
He was a young man from the grassland. He had a firm belief and a true love for his tribe. It was indeed cruel to destroy his belief before he died. Ning Que was a cruel man.
Ning Que had always been a cruel person. He knew how cruel and bloodthirsty this grassland lad was when he killed the Tangs. But he was not a perverted person who would destroy his enemy's faith before his death to gain some kind of pleasure. He inherited Lotus' mantle, but he was not Lotus.
The reason why he said those words to A Da at the last moment was that he always insisted on a principle: a man could live a muddled life, but he should die sober.
He asked himself that, so he treated others the same way. And the time he said those words was also the time for him to adjust his Qi-circulation. Since he was free, he should do something meaningful.
When A Da closed his eyes, he had finished adjusting his Qi-circulation. The raging waves in his sense of perception had calmed down. The crystal bead condensed by the Great Spirit in his lower abdomen was shining brightly. Everything was in order.
He looked at the grassland in the north outside of the City of Wei. He bent his knees slightly, and the bluestone under his feet cracked inch by inch. An unimaginable power passed from his knees to the ground and back again.
With a loud bang, he left the street and jumped to the blue sky.
It was like jumping to the blue sea.
He jumped very high and broke through the cool air. In an instant, he was far away from the ground and was more than a thousand feet high in the sky. Looking down from here, the City of Wei had become an inconspicuous mound and the wilderness seemed to have become a big carpet.
The flag of the Golden Tribe Royal Court could be seen faintly in the distance. But he did not know if Chanyu was there. On the wilderness, hundreds of clouds of dust were getting thicker and thicker. Each cloud of dust represented a grassland person who was running for their lives. They were running for their lives because they wanted to survive.
Because he was high, he could see very far. He looked around, trying to see something, until the Tianqi Mountains became a black line in his sight. But he still did not see the person he wanted to see.
He was not the Headmaster of the Academy and could not truly fly freely. No matter how high he jumped, there would always be a moment when he would fall. However, he could choose the timing and direction of his fall.
The next moment, he landed on the surface of the Wilderness. His speed became faster and faster. The wind blew against his Tang uniform, making a crackling sound like an explosion. But he did not even squint his eyes.
He had to stare at the place where he landed.
As he got closer and closer to the ground, he could see the cavalry and carriages galloping across the plains clearly. He could even see the terrified expressions on the cavalry's faces and the wooden boxes on the carriages.
Those carriages were his targets.
The national master of the Golden Tribe Royal Court was in that carriage.
As for Chanyu and the last cavalrymen of the Golden Tribe Royal Court who had fled dozens of miles to the north, he did not care.
What he needed to do now was to kill that mysterious and powerful Imperial Tutor.
There was a deafening sound of air tearing in the sky above the Wilderness. A person's figure fell from the blue sky like a meteorite. Behind him, there was a faint flame caused by the friction. However, because he fell too fast, he was completely left behind.
The grassland warhorses were terrified and kept neighing. They ignored the whipping of their masters and spun around on the spot. The carriages stopped where they were. No matter how hard the drivers shouted, they could not move forward.
There was a loud bang.
One of the carriages was smashed and turned into dust.
The carriages turned into countless splinters of wood that were as thick as fingers and shot out in all directions. The horses and cavalrymen who were unable to escape immediately had many wounds on their bodies. Miserable cries rang out incessantly, and the scene was extremely bloody.
The dust gradually settled and Ning Que's figure appeared in front of everyone.
He looked at the national master in front of him and said, "It seems that you have long guessed that I would come."
The national master of the Golden Tribe sat cross-legged on the ground in front of him. His old face looked calm.
Ning Que jumped down from the sky and crushed the entire carriage with one foot, but he did not kill him.
Just when his foot crushed the carriage and came to the top of the national master's head, the national master suddenly disappeared from where he was and came to the other side of the carriage. When the entire carriage was destroyed, the national master sat on the plains.
There were weeds and wildflowers everywhere on the plains and they surrounded him.
The national master did not pick any wildflowers. He just looked at one in front of him and said calmly, "I have been waiting for someone from the Academy to jump down from the sky. I just did not expect that it would be you."
Ning Que looked around and looked at the seemingly scattered carriages. He felt a mysterious and strange aura gradually becoming stronger. The aura was filled with the primitive smell of blood.
"This is what you've been preparing for?" He looked back at the national master in front of him and said, "You should be very clear that no tactical array can hurt me, no matter how strong it is."
The wrinkles on the national master's face relaxed at the same time. He looked at Ning Que and said expressionlessly, "You have mastered the Great Spirit and your body is as hard as gold and stone. But this does not mean that you are really invulnerable."
After saying this, his figure suddenly appeared more than ten feet away and stood on another carriage. The wind on the grassland blew on his coarse clothes and the ordinary wooden bead chain swayed gently.
He looked at Ning Que and said calmly, "The Academy is indeed extraordinary. I thought I had valued you enough, but I did not expect that I still underestimated you. I thought that you would at most be at the peak of Knowing Destiny State after leaving Chang 'an. I did not expect that you could defeat A Da so easily. But I still want to try to trap you."
If I can trap you, I will have the chance to kill you.
The national master did not say this, but Ning Que understood what he meant. He looked at him and thought of the two times that the national master showed ghost-like movements. He slightly raised his eyebrows.
He had a weird feeling because it did not make sense. Even the most powerful cultivators, such as the Abbey Dean and the Eldest Brother, who were in the Distanceless State, could not come and go as fast as lightning in such a small area.
He looked around and looked at the carriages scattered in the field. He felt the primitive and barbaric smell of blood and the gradually materialized array intent. He roughly grasped something.
This was the preparation of the national master of the Golden Tribe. He used himself as bait to lure the enemy into the array … His original position was the array eye, but he had the ability to leave and trap the enemy.
It was a simple method, but it was very difficult to realize. Because he had to be able to get rid of the enemy, especially when the enemy was a cultivator at the level of Yu Lian or Ning Que. The ability to get rid of the enemy was even vaguely connected with the Distanceless State to a certain extent.
The national master stood on the carriage in the distance with his eyes closed. He put his palms together and kept chanting something silently. It was neither the Buddhist Scriptures nor the Taoist Canon. Listening to the weird sounds, it was more like the witchcraft prayers commonly used by the grassland priests.
The Qi of Heaven and Earth on the grassland changed dramatically. Countless gusts of wind blew from all directions and stopped outside the caravan. They began to roll up continuously, sucking the air in the caravan and throwing it into the sky. In an instant, the air around Ning Que became extremely thin, and the warm and pleasant feeling brought by the morning breeze and morning light disappeared.
In the next moment, Ning Que smelled a strong smell of blood. The air around him suddenly became extremely cold. The smell of blood and coldness even invaded his body and reached the depths of his sense of perception, Snow Mountain and Ocean of Qi.
His Psyche Power was a little stagnant, and the spinning speed of the crystal-clear water droplets condensed from the Great Spirit in his lower abdomen was forced to slow down. What was even more shocking was that the snow mountain was covered with an extremely thick layer of new snow!
The dark clouds came to the sky above the grassland again, covering the warm sun.
Ning Que slightly lowered his head and did not sit down. He silently resisted the powerful array intent and thought about how to break it. He did not try to walk out because there was no path in front of him.
In the cold big array, the surface of his body was quickly covered with a layer of frost. His eyebrows were covered with two streaks of white snow, which looked a little funny and a little scary.
He did not think of a way to break the array because he could not determine where the national master was in the array. The national master was indeed the strongest person in the grassland. His state was unfathomable. He was obviously not a master of array, but he had used a very strange method in the Central Plains cultivation world to build such a big array with carriages in the wilderness and trap him.
The national master finished the scripture or incantation that no one could understand. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at Ning Que calmly. He said, "There are boxes in the carriages. There are bones in the boxes. They are all the bones of the Tangs. Chanyu collected them for me for several years. Maybe some of them belong to the garrison of the City of Wei."
Ning Que raised his head and stared at him. His eyes were as sharp as a knife.
The national master did not seem to notice the hidden meaning in his eyes. He continued, "I know you used to live in the City of Wei. You must have an old relationship with some of the bones in the box. Unfortunately … they are already dead. The remaining souls are only resentment and no old relationship with you. They still want to be a part of my power to kill you."
This was the foundation of the blood sacrifice array.
The national master was well-versed in three ways. He had a high state and profound knowledge. He gathered the power of faith with Buddhism, collected souls with Witchcraft, and used Taoism to build this big array with the power of heaven and earth.
For this, he did not hesitate to sacrifice his lifespan.
Because only such a Blood Sacrifice Formation would be able to accomplish his goal.
The Great Spirit in Ning Que's body had been gradually frozen. The smell of blood had even made his sense of perception a little shaken and uneasy. However, his mind was still clear. He stared at the national master and said, "Why are you telling me this?"
When he said this, the frost on his eyebrows had already grown to about a foot.
"Because what you said before A Da died was very reasonable."
The national master looked at him and said with pity, "People can live muddleheaded, but they should die with a clear mind."
"Very good." Ning Que said.
The national master asked, "What's very good?"
Ning Que looked at him and said, "I have already planned to exterminate the Golden Tribe Royal Court. No matter who comes to persuade me, I will not change my mind. I don't need anything to help me to make up my mind. But what you have done … can give me more powerful excuses when Eldest Brother questions me in the future."
The national master understood what he meant. After a moment of silence, he said, "Everything is an excuse."
Ning Que looked at the horse carriage under his feet. He looked at the slightly damaged box on the carriage. He looked at the faintly visible white bones in the box. Finally, he slowly took a step forward.
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(So tired … My neck. I haven't had it for a long time. I want to resume swimming!)
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