The Eternal Supreme

Chapter 155: Dhyana Sect

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

At that moment, the defiance in the bones of all the newly recruited warriors disappeared completely. They stood there obediently and carefully, not daring to even breathe too loud. And that included the four Martial Lords.

 “Drag him over here!” Yunxiao cried out. Hearing the order, two members of the Dubhe immediately rushed up and dragged the man over, throwing him in front of him.

 As soon as Yunxiao swept the man with divine sense, he sneered, “Don’t pretend to be dead if you are still alive, or I’ll make you really dead.”

 The man shuddered, and he hurriedly struggled to sit up. “I…I…I am still alive.”

 After saying that, he suddenly felt a sense of humiliation well up in his heart, and he lowered his head in shame. He looked funny, but no one felt amused, and no one dared to laugh.

 Yunxiao gave him a cold look as he sat lazily on the chair and said in a flat tone, “Your name, the location of that Dhyana Sect, its current condition, and the numbers of experts it has…tell me everything I wish to know. If I’m satisfied with the answers, I’ll spare your life and reward you with great fortune. However, if you lie, you will wish you could die today.”

 His voice was extremely cold, and his pupils twisted slowly. Meanwhile, a very powerful spiritual energy transformed into thousands of sharp needles and stabbed into the man’s head.

 The middle-aged man was severely wounded, and he did not expect his opponent to use a spiritual attack. Suddenly, his body trembled, and his mind jerked as if it were stabbed by something. In the next instant, a sense of dread rose from the depths of his soul, and he dared not to resist anymore.

 “I will tell you! I will tell you everything! Don’t kill me, please!” He opened his eyes in fear, shaking from top to bottom. Hastily, he spilled out everything he knew.

 The middle-aged man’s name was Bo Tiangong, and he was an advanced disciple of Dhyana Sect. His sect was situated in the Qiyun Mountains, and although it was only a small sect, it had a history of thousands of years.

 The sect did not have many experts. Their sect leader, Neng Feichen, was a nine-stars Martial King, and the two deputy sect leaders were seven-stars Martial King and a five-stars Martial King respectively. There were also a dozen Martial Lords and over a thousand disciples under them. The whole sect devoted itself to the cultivation in the mountains and never got involved in the secular world.

 A few days ago, the Primordial Qi in not only Dhyana Sect, but the whole Qiyun Mountain began to drain crazily for some unknown reason like water rushing out of a broken dam. They found out something was wrong in just one day, which frightened them and made them quickly send experts to investigate the root cause.

 Bo Tiangong was just one of the people the sect sent out to investigate, who was unlucky enough to come to Yanwu.

 “Fu*k, how could you establish a sect with such a weak strength? Serves you right to have your Primordial Qi robbed.” Yunxiao’s eyes gleamed, as if he had just made a decision. “Although your strength is not enough to establish a sect, it is still not bad to join Yanwu. Well, I will go back with you and see if I can convince your sect leader.”

 All the people around were stunned. ‘This City Lord’s appetite is too big! He has just had a few words with the man, but he already plans to swallow a sect with a history of thousands of years!’ After all, it was a sect with three Martial Kings and a dozen Martial Lords, and such a force was more than enough to wipe out the few thousand people here in the square.

 Even Bo Tiangong was struck dumb.

 “What are you looking at? Lead the way!” Yunxiao threw a medicinal pill to him and shouted, “Take it, lest you die on the way because of your serious injury!”

 He really wanted to go?

 The crowd almost fainted. Swallowing a sect was a serious matter, and yet Yunxiao had decided so casually without even taking a few days to consider. He should have at least discussed it with his backer, Myriad Treasures Store. The people who were deterred by his thunderous approach just now shook their heads and thought, ‘He’s really just a boy.’

 Bo Tiangong was a little overwhelmed. After taking the pill and feeling his injury stop getting worse, he said incredulously, “You really want to go?”

 “Of course!”

 Yunxiao snorted and casually threw out a hand. Suddenly, dozens of light beams rose into the sky, transforming into chariots over the city and hovering quietly in mid-air. There were over thirty of them! Moreover, the size of each of the three chariots at the forefront was double a Bluewolf chariot, and they all emanated a faint tiger power.

 “Three fifth-tier Tigerking chariots!” Bo Tiangong cried out in horror. He could not believe a mere city of Yanwu could have so many treasures. A moment ago, he had thought that this lad in front of him was too young and ignorant, but that feeling had long turned into great shock. But at the same time, there was a trace of relief in his eyes. The stronger his opponent was, the less guilty he would be, because he could explain why he was defeated when they returned to his sect later.

 “Over thirty chariots! Heavens, Myriad Treasures Store really dumped in a lot of money!”

 “You bet! Look at the three Tigerking chariots at the front, they are all fifth-tier items!”

 “Tsk, tsk…These chariots must worth at least a million superior-grade Primordial Stones, don’t they? It seems that this lad has an unusual background. Otherwise, he would not have gained the trust of Myriad Treasures Store!”

 “It looks like we have not followed the wrong guy. We will all have a bright future!”

 Under the chariots that blotted out the sky, the crowd could not help but exclaim, and each had a look of shock and excitement on their faces. The greater Myriad Treasures Store’s support for Yanwu, the more benefits they would naturally get.

 Yunxiao smiled in his heart as he saw everyone think it was Myriad Treasures Store behind Yanwu. This was exactly the goal he wished to achieve. Often when the same lie was told too many times, it became true. When the time came, it would be impossible for Myriad Treasures Store to distance themselves from Yanwu.

 He threw an arm into the air and shouted, “Your first mission is to bring Dhyana Sect under control. I want all five-stars Martial Masters and above to board the chariots!”

 A Bluewolf chariot could hold twenty people while a Tigerking could hold fifty. At a glance with his divine sense, Yunxiao immediately estimated that there were about seven hundred people who were at the level of a five-stars Martial Master and above, and that was where he drew the line. At his order, the warriors jumped up into the chariots excitedly. These people were all poor fellows who used to be alone, and they had never seen such expensive chariots before. So, they all chattered noisily like kids who had seen new toys.

 Yunxiao grabbed Bo Tiangong as he leaped into the air and fell onto the foremost Tigerking chariot. Qian Duoduo and the others followed as well. Since they were paid, they had to render the service.

 Looking at the nearly full chariots, Yunxiao smiled and said, “Be quiet, all of you! I’ll now teach you how to control the chariots.” His lips moved slightly as he taught everyone the incantation gestures to control the chariot. After that, he gave his Tigerking chariot a slap and sped toward Mount Qiyun, with the rest of the chariots—over thirty of them—following close behind.

 Soon, the whole square was basically left with only members of Dubhe. There was a look of disappointment on their faces as they watched the chariots fly away, but it was very quickly replaced by a determined look as they clenched their fists tightly.

 Bai Chengfeng, who was the strongest among them, had barely reached the level of a five-stars Martial Master. On the contrary, over seven hundred newly recruited warriors were at this level or above. That gave them a tremendous pressure, and they all made up their minds that they must cultivate as hard as they could.

 Qian Duoduo’s face was slightly grave as he said in a deep voice, “My lord, from what we’ve learned just now, we might not be able to take Dhyana Sect with the people here. Do you think we need reinforcements?” In the beginning, he had thought Yunxiao would call upon another nine-stars Martial King. But, it seemed to him now that Yunxiao did not have this intention at all; he just brought them and flew straight toward their destination.

 “Don’t worry. Bo Tiangong is a Martial Lord, and yet even he was sent out, so it means the rest of the Martial Lords are away as well. At most, they will have three Martial Kings now. Qian Duoduo, you just need to trap that nine-stars Martial King. We have over thirty chariots, and we can kill the rest with just the chariots!” said Yunxiao with a disdainful look, as if the sect was already under his control.

 Qian Duoduo froze, then frowned and did not speak again. With his strength, he could run away if they were defeated, and he would be safe even of all the others were killed. So, he did not bother himself to say anything again.

 Bo Tiangong, on the other hand, trembled slightly with a terrified look flashing in his eyes. The subtle reaction was seen by Yunxiao, and he smiled, knowing that he was right.

 Qiyun Mountains were just several hundred miles away from Yanwu. As a chariot’s speed was a few times faster than a warrior of the same level, they soon came to a stretch of rolling mountains. When they rushed into the mountains, everyone was surprised that they really could not feel any fluctuation of Primordial Qi. Even an expert like Qian Duoduo could only feel a very weak level of Primordial Qi.

 Usually, as long as there was a mountain range, there would be some deposit of Primordial Qi. It was also the reason why many warriors and aristocratic families were fond of living in seclusion within the mountains. But, this mountain range was really bizarre. They all felt as if they had come to a secular world, and that put a strange look on every face. They thought Bo Tiangong was just talking nonsense, but they were shocked now. Could it be true that the Primordial Qi here had been drained away by City Lord with some kind of mystic art?

 It was totally a legendary approach!

 Only those top powers had the resources to do so, and only those super sects with tens of thousands of years of history had such a legacy.

 Did Myriad Treasures Store give that mystic art to Yanwu?

 The crowd immediately related that to Myriad Treasures Store again, because that was the only possible explanation.

 Soon, all the chariots flew over a mountain. Bo Tiangong pointed down and said, “This is it.”

 Everyone glanced down and saw only a mountain and nothing else. Yunxiao arched an eyebrow and said in surprise, “Oh, there is a guardian array that comes with an illusion. Tsk, tsk, it looks like Dhyana Sect was quite a strong sect in the past.”

Bo Tiangong trembled and stared at Yunxiao in horror.

 It seemed that nothing could hide from this mysterious young man. He had a pair of sharp eyes and freakish strength…and all that was hidden under the face of a fifteen-year-old lad. It made Bo Tiangong feel that everything was so unreal.