Chapter 300 - The Gate of White Bones

The Tian family from Da Ze were also a top-tier noble house of Qi Country.However, this was the military, and they were under the command of Zhongxuan Chuliang.

In the army, one’s background was irrelevant, and Zhongxuan Chuliang was certainly not someone who cared about such things.

Tian Antai was very clear that if Zhongxuan Chuliang wanted to kill him, he wouldn’t even have the chance to resist, let alone expect someone to stand up for him.

At this moment, he was filled with regret, wishing he could sever his own tongue.

Indeed, he had relied on the influence of the Tian family, had been arrogant in normal times, thinking that a few words wouldn’t cause any trouble.

But he had forgotten whose camp this was, and who the great commander before him was!

This was a fierce butcher!

Zhongxuan Chuliang remained silent.

He waited until Tian Antai began to tremble before he spoke, “What do you think Yang Jiande is?”

“All these years he has kept a low profile, complied with everything, do you really think he’s a tiger that has lost its teeth?”

“Back then at the Slanted Moon Valley, he almost planted his flag and fought for his life against me!”

The generals in the tent looked at one another; none of them had expected Yang Jiande to be so daring as to challenge the fierce butcher.

“How should I go to the Yang Court to accept the surrender?

Alone, or with a grand army?

If I pull out the army and march deep into Yang Country, besiege Zhao Heng City, then what difference does it make whether they surrender or not?

If you don’t trust them, what can they use to trust you?

Moreover, if we march deep into Yang Country and disregard the pestilence, aren’t we afraid of getting trapped?”

“Or should I go alone, armed only with my sword to show off my bravery?” Zhongxuan Chuliang sneered, “If I were so greedy for merit that I went alone, Yang Jiande would dare to encircle and kill me on the spot!

Bravery is bravery, but a lost life is also real.”

“Tian Antai.” Zhongxuan Chuliang leaned forward from his commander’s seat.

“Does the Tian family wish to kill me?”

“Absolutely not!

Absolutely not!

There’s no such intention!” Tian Antai was so terrified he couldn’t speak coherently, doing nothing but desperately knocking his head on the ground, causing loud thuds.

In recent years, the Tian family had been very prominent, and Zhongxuan Chuliang had more to say, to give them a warning, but he suddenly stopped.

He rose to his feet, stepped out of the commander’s tent, and looked towards the distance, saying coldly, “They’re here!”

This short, abrupt exclamation was like a fierce knife breaking out of its sheath, instantly erupting with murderous intent.

The personal soldiers guarding outside the tent followed his gaze, realizing that it came from the direction of Yang Country’s Red Tail Prefecture.

Red Tail Prefecture.

Over the desolate ground where the snake skeleton-faced man died, ripples suddenly appeared in the air.

Bones began to burrow out of the void, crisscrossing and connecting with each other, quickly forming two Jiao dragon skeletons that moved as if alive, with soul fire flaring up in their skull eye sockets.

The two bone Jiaos, brandishing their teeth and claws, bit each other’s tails, forming a circle.

Within the circle, a mysterious light spun, faintly connecting to a secret space.

Then, from within that light, a young man in a hemp Daoist robe emerged.

His appearance was neither particularly handsome nor ugly.

Standing there, he seemed to be the center of this world.

His intense presence made one unconsciously overlook his appearance.

But one could not ignore his eyes, one brimming with detached indifference, the other exuding tranquil depth.

After stepping out of the light, he casually glanced at the ground, expressionless.

It was the spot where the snake skeleton-faced man had died.

Following him from behind, Lu Yan, Dragon Bone-faced, Monkey Bone-faced, and Rabbit Bone-faced, all emerged from the light one after another.

When Zhang Linchuan killed Wei Yan and Shen Nanqi in Fenglin City, he had once opened a gate of bones.

But this gate formed by the entwined bone Jiaos was not on the same level.

That gate of bones linked to the Underworld, set up the battlefield, and amplified the power of his Dao Technique.

But now, this gate opened by the High Priest of the Bone Tao himself, utilized the Underworld to traverse tens of thousands of miles, directly from the White Bone Palace to the Yang realm.

The principle was similar to the bone Escape Technique, but far more exquisite.

And the beacon, naturally, was the Plague Bell that had scattered here.

“Go,” the Bone Tao Saint Master said in a monotone.

“Do whatever you can to create chaos and buy time for me to refine the Plague Avatar.”

Everyone made the same gesture simultaneously, tucking in their ring and little fingers, forming a triangle with their thumbs, index and middle fingers over their hearts, and chanted softly, “At the bottom of Oblivion River, in the depths of the Yellow Springs.

Honored deity, return to our world, illuminate the mortal realm!”

After chanting, Lu Yan cackled crazily and left first.

The Dragon Bone Faced One, however, turned towards Rabbit Face.

“Where did Pig Face die?”

Zhang Linchuan wasn’t present, and Rabbit Face shrank back timidly.

“It seems…

it seems to be in Jia City’s domain.”

“It seems?”

“It’s indeed in Jia City.” Rabbit Face swallowed, trying to ease the tense atmosphere.

As the de facto strongest among the twelve Bone Faces, Dragon Face didn’t often show himself, but every Face couldn’t help feeling apprehensive around him.

Especially since the “Bone Tao Twelve Bone Faces” group had long been divided, and Rabbit Face was already with Zhang Linchuan’s faction, it was inevitable he showed even more fear towards Dragon Face.

The Dragon Bone Faced One simply said, “Lead the way.”

Then, to Monkey Face, he ordered, “You come too.”

Rabbit Face didn’t dare refuse, and Monkey Face merely shrugged his shoulders, appearing indifferent.

Throughout, the Bone Tao Saint Master didn’t interfere with their actions, letting them decide where to go and what to do themselves.

Only after these people had left did he speak to the White Bone Door in the air, seemingly indifferent, “Envoy, keep watch on the palace.

Do not stray and be ready to welcome me at any time.”

From the other side of the Bone Door, there came the respectful voice of Zhang Linchuan, “I respectfully comply with the holy decree.”

Having Zhang Linchuan, who had orchestrated the rat plague and selected the location, stay in the White Bone Palace and bringing out Elder Lu Yan wasn’t because the Bone Tao Saint Master didn’t trust his followers, but rather just the caution instinctive to those in high places, a simple form of checks and balances.

After giving orders, the Saint Master looked up at the sky.

The brilliance of the daylight made Him squint slightly.

He had anticipated the dangers of this journey, but He didn’t care.

At any time, unleashing a plague that ravages a nation was an act abhorred by the world.

This body was very useful, too useful, in fact.

There was just a small issue that needed resolving.

And it was about to be addressed.

Taking a bit of risk for this was well worth it.

He moved, like someone who hasn’t been home for a long time, walking with longing.

It was humiliating to say, but since He had descended into the mortal realm through the body of Daoist disciple, He had rarely stepped out of the White Bone Palace.

Emperor Zhuang and Du Ruhui never ceased their pursuit of the Bone Tao, and He even had to conceal His own existence, which was nothing short of scraping by!

Fortunately, this was about to be resolved.

There was no need to continue like this afterward.

The nation’s energy had dissipated, and the people’s hearts were in disarray.

He could feel it, the aura of the plague, moving from one host to another, wandering everywhere.

The miasma of disease would devour the living, and death itself would strengthen the miasma.

He walked, feeling very satisfied with every breath he took.

The body was adapting bit by bit, being reforged little by little.

That soul that had always been vying for control, that had never given up, finally began to loosen.

It was just a pity…

it wasn’t Perfect.

He remembered the boy he had seen through a fragment of the Plague Bell; unfortunately, His power was still gathering across the distance, and the boy had run off without looking back.

“Damn…” He thought lightly.

But, truthfully, He didn’t really harbor emotions like anger.

In the long river of life, it was truly a trivial matter.