In Pu Ban City, the stars were shining brightly, and the night breeze was refreshing. A dense fragrance of flowers drifted over along with the wind.
From a tall building in the distance, a melodious singing voice of a young girl came. Along with the singing voice of the young girl, the melodious sound of a zither was playing. The sound of the zither was like a stream, like a light rain, that was enough to wash away the accumulated dust in people's hearts.
A floating mountain, which was around a mile in radius, slowly drifted across the Ten Sun Market. The mountain was sharp at the top and thick at the bottom, covered in a zhang thick metal scale armour. The entire mountain was seamless, without even the slightest gap, except for countless holes that were made by arrows.
Countless palm-sized runes were flickering on the pitch-black metallic scales, as if tens of thousands of fireflies were responding to each other from afar. Under the starlight, the faint glow of spell symbols made the mountain look like a devil slowly drifting across the sky.
Ying Yunpeng stood at the largest crossroad of the Ten Sun Market, gnashing his teeth while looking at this floating mountain drifting across the sky.
This flying fort was made by master craftsmen of the Magi Palace, with natural floating mountains, combined with the most powerful magic formations and puppet-making techniques of the Magi Palace. This flying fort seemed to be inconspicuous, but it could withstand the joint attack launched by over a thousand Senior Magi. Before the magic crystals stored in this fort ran out, even an ordinary Magus King couldn't do any harm to this fort.
There were many flying forts like this around the Pu Ban City. They were the strongest line of defense in the Pu Ban City, and were also the direct embodiment of Emperor Shun's strong will in the city.
"Damn it!"
Ying Yunpeng's heart was burning with anger. He raised his foot and really wanted to stomp heavily on the ground. However, he soon restrained his anger, and gently put his foot down on the ground.
He wasn't afraid of the rules set by the Magi Palace, those rules that forbade people from destroying mountains and rivers were nothing but bullsh * t to him. What he was worried about was these buildings in the Ten Sun Market.
With Ying Yunpeng's power, a single stomp of his foot could shatter half of the Ten Sun Market into pieces, and at least hundreds of thousands of servants and waiters in the Ten Sun Market would be killed. Who would he find to pay for this loss?
"Calm down, calm down … calm down." Ying Yunpeng slowly took a long breath, slowly adjusting the boiling blood inside his body. This was a method taught to him by an eccentric person he knew. When he was upset, it was very effective to use this "Heart Cleansing and Salvation Mantra".
Ying Yunpeng held his hands behind his body and walked step by step on the broad road that was paved with white sand. With a dark face, he walked into the headquarters of the Ten Sun Country in the Pu Ban City.
Several middle-aged men with ugly expressions followed Ying Yunpeng step by step. Each of them was drenched in sweat, and the cold sweat had soaked their robes. Some of them even dripped their sweat along their lapels onto the floor.
Drops of sweat were ceaselessly dripping down, and the water stains on the smooth flagstone were clearly visible.
"Why are all of you so afraid?" Ying Yunpeng said indifferently, "This … is not your responsibility. You don't have to be so careful."
The middle-aged men heaved a sigh of relief, and the expressions on their faces eased up a little.
Just a quarter of an hour ago, they had just received the news that ten gigantic Dragon Turtle merchant ships, which had departed from the Ten Sun Market and were transporting all the profits of this year to the capital of the Ten Sun Country in the Eastern Wasteland, bumped into a crazy, gigantic void beast less than three-million miles away from the Midland.
The ten gigantic merchant ships were swallowed up by the gigantic void beast along with all the people on the ships, along with all the valuable magic crystals, jade coins and other precious treasures on the ships. Only a Magus King, who was responsible for escorting the ships, still had a head and a small half of his upper body left. He fled back with a secret blood-escaping magic, and barely managed to send the news back, before his soul collapsed and he died.
Less than three-million miles away from the Midland, which was the main gate of the Midland, such a ferocious gigantic void beast actually showed up, and the Ten Sun Country's merchant ships happened to bump into it. This was an extremely bad luck.
This was just like a pair of archers, who had been engaged in a duel with all their might from ten miles away. The two of them shot arrows at each other, but neither of their arrows hit the other. However, when a strong wind blew across, their arrows drifted to thirty-thousand miles away and killed a man, who had been squatting at home, eating and drinking!
Only this kind of bad luck could describe what had happened to the Ten Sun Country this time.
"How great is the loss … exactly? Except for those treasures that were sent back to the capital, how great is the other loss? "
Ying Yunpeng walked into a hall, sat on a mat with his legs crossed, and coldly looked at the few middle-aged men who were standing in the hall.
The few men, whose faces had just turned slightly better, instantly felt their knees softened, and all of them kneeled down on the ground.
Once a year, the Ten Sun Market would transport all the profits of the year to the Ten Sun Country. Surely, a fleet like this would have an incomparably powerful escorting force. More than twenty high-level Magus Kings were in charge of escorting the ships, and over a hundred mid-level and low-level Magus Kings were in total.
Apart from this, the ten ships were all top-notch craftsmen in the Pu Ban City. The defensive power of any one of these ships was thirty percent greater than that of the battle fort that had just flown over their heads. Not to mention the fact that the ships that were transporting these ten ships through the void were thirty high-level Magus King level ancient dragon turtles!
Because of such a powerful force, apart from the profits of the Ten Sun Market in the past year, these ships also carried the private treasures of large groups of high-ranking officials of the Ten Sun Country.
The Ten Sun Market was a gigantic scale. Apart from the government of the Ten Sun Country, large groups of high-ranking officials of the Ten Sun Country, and those top-grade clans of the Ten Sun Country had all set up their own shops in the Ten Sun Market, selling the rare specialties of their territories.
All the profits of this year, and the large amount of materials that they had purchased, including mountain-huge piles of armors and armaments, were all in those ships. That was a great amount of materials, which was enough to arm a million elite warriors, and the owners of those materials belonged to the over ten top-grade clans of the Ten Sun Country.
"Elder … Elder, help us!" The few middle-aged men screamed out hoarsely, "Too, too much! Except for the profits of the treasury of the Ten Sun Country, all the other top-grade clans had sent large amounts of materials with them, but now, all of them have been lost!"
Ying Yunpeng's body quivered. Even though he was a peak-level Magus King, he still nearly vomited a mouthful of blood.
"You … Did someone do this on purpose, or …" Ying Yunpeng looked at the few trusted subordinates of his in despair. Right now, he really wanted to pull out his blade and chop these few people into pieces.
If it was only the loss of the government of the Ten Sun Country, it would be fine. For this kind of loss, it would be easy to use the government as an excuse to shirk the responsibility.
However, the loss of those top-grade clans …
Those people didn't care who Ying Yunpeng was, and no matter what excuse or reason he had, as long as Ying Yunpeng lost even one of their weapons, they would hack him ten to twenty times. Now, they had lost the armaments that could arm a million elite warriors. Even a hundred Ying Yunpengs wouldn't be enough for those clan leaders and elders to kill.
While Ying Yunpeng didn't know what to do, a young man staggered into the room.
"Elder … Elder, not good! Great Gale Ling, he, he fell to his death after he was drunk! "
Ying Yunpeng paused for a while, then finally, he vomited a mouthful of blood.
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