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Chapter 267: Four Knives
Although Sun Zhe was not very familiar with the matters of the War Clan, he could roughly understand from Bai Qi's tone that entering the Warrior Tribe was likely not a simple matter. There were certain conditions that needed to be met, and these conditions were not solely based on cultivation level. Even a powerful figure like Bai Qi, who had reached the peak of strength, could not enter the Warrior Tribe.
Aside from the War Clan Totem, Sun Zhe had nothing else that could connect him to the War Clan. He was certain that Bai Qi chose him because of the War Clan Totem.
"How about it? Have you thought it over? Although the location of the Warrior Tribe is not a hidden secret, those who know about it are all top figures in the Nine Continents Mainland. Even if you find others, the result will be the same. If you agree to my terms, I can take you there right now..."
Gazing intently at Sun Zhe, Bai Qi spoke again.
Hearing Bai Qi's explanation, Sun Zhe lowered his head, but his black eyes flickered with indecision. He definitely wanted to go to the Warrior Tribe, not only to fulfill his previous agreement with the Barbarian but also to see Jingjing.
"Alright, I agree, but I hope you can tell me everything related to it," Sun Zhe said, a flash of determination in his eyes as he ultimately decided to trust Bai Qi's words.
"No problem, I'll explain everything on the way!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Qi waved his sleeve, and then both he and Sun Zhe disappeared from their original spot. This kind of Divine Ability could likely only be performed by a peak expert like Bai Qi.
At the moment when their presence vanished from Xianyang, in another mansion within Qin Capital, a pair of tightly closed eyes suddenly opened. Two sharp beams of light shot out like distant stars, dazzling and bright. The terrifying aura surrounding him seemed to rival that of Bai Qi.
"Father, what happened?"
A cold voice sounded from beside him as a young man dressed in luxurious attire stepped forward and asked. This young man was extremely handsome and exuded a sharp aura. His black eyes occasionally sparkled with an enigmatic brilliance. If Sun Zhe were present, he would certainly recognize this person as Wang Ben, the former Military Commander of Wuguan and the eldest son of the Royal Family.
In the Qin State, while Bai Qi could be regarded as a god-like figure capable of commanding respect in the military, there was another person whose prestige was no less than his—Wang Ben's father, Marquis Wucheng Wang Jian!
Unlike Bai Qi, Wang Jian came from a family of military generals and had received family teachings from a young age. He displayed extraordinary talent and strength in his youth and achieved countless victories in battle. When the Qin State was still weak, he personally led an army of six hundred thousand to turn the tide against the invading Chu forces and even advanced into the capital of Chu, Danyang. Wang Jian himself wielded a massive blade as he stormed into the Chu palace without encountering any resistance. This event significantly weakened Chu's national power and indirectly contributed to Qin State's rise.
In fact, Wang Jian became famous even before Bai Qi; while Bai Qi gained fame through killing, Wang Jian truly earned his reputation through warfare. Throughout his life, he fought countless battles against Chu and Baiyue. Together with Bai Qi, they were regarded as two great military gods of Qin State. Even now that he is retired at home, no one dares to underestimate this formidable figure.
"You returned alone; it seems you didn't accomplish what I asked you to do?"
With a fleeting glimmer in his black eyes, Wang Jian quietly observed his eldest son and slowly spoke. Like Bai Qi, Wang Jian retained a youthful appearance despite being middle-aged; however, he lacked Bai Qi's intense aura of slaughter and instead exuded a gentle demeanor reminiscent of an old scholar studying Confucianism.
"Child is incompetent. By the time we arrived at Northern Yue Village, Sun Zhe had already been taken away, and we also discovered Wuan Jun's Blood Flag in the sky above Northern Yue Village. If I am not mistaken, it is likely that Wuan Jun sent someone to take Sun Zhe. Should I go to Wuan Jun's residence to inquire about this matter?"
Wang Ben looked up at his father and tentatively asked. Although he had some regard for Sun Zhe, he did not pay too much attention to him. After all, very few people could earn his attention given his status. He never expected his father to personally inquire about Sun Zhe and even suggest that he go invite Sun Zhe himself. Unfortunately, he was a step too late.
"There is no need for that. They have already left Xianyang; it would be of no use for you to go now."
To Wang Ben's surprise, his father seemed to have known all of this beforehand, showing no signs of surprise and speaking calmly.
"Alright, you need not concern yourself with this matter. You have just advanced; stay at home for these three months to solidify your realm. After three months, you can head to Baiyue Border for some experience. As for His Majesty, I will handle that." With that, Wang Jian slowly closed his eyes and stopped speaking.
Since his father had already spoken, Wang Ben naturally had no room to refuse. This was the helplessness of being born into a prominent family; some matters simply did not allow for personal choice, and he had long since grown accustomed to it.
"Yes, Father. I will take my leave now." Wang Ben responded softly and exited the room with a gentle sound of the closing door, leaving Wang Jian alone sitting cross-legged on the bed.
"I didn't expect Bai Qi to be a step ahead. It seems he intends to take Sun Zhe to the Warrior Tribe; we are a step too late." Wang Jian spoke with an indifferent expression, as if talking to himself, his tone carrying a hint of regret. However, as he spoke, his eyes opened again, fixating intently on the direction of the wooden table.
"Since that's the case, there is nothing we can do. When we left a few days ago, Domain Lord had instructed us that nothing should be forced. If he can enter the Warrior Tribe, we will just have to wait for him to come out."
A somewhat rough voice suddenly sounded beside the wooden table. Looking closely, one could see a figure gradually materializing next to it. The person was extremely robust and could be described as stout and strong, draped in a grayish-yellow robe and sporting a bald head. The speaker turned out to be a monk.
However, this monk showed none of the compassion or kindness expected of someone from the clergy; his face was covered in a thick beard, and a large blade rested beside him as he sat casually on the wooden chair. Although he did not appear as fierce as a Fierce Deity, it was clear he was not someone easy to deal with.
"Is there any news about Blade Maniac?"
Since the monk was like this, Wang Jian did not hold back; seemingly recalling something, he frowned and suddenly asked.
Upon hearing the term Blade Maniac, the monk's right hand holding the cup visibly trembled slightly before slowly putting it down. A hint of helplessness emerged in his eyes as if recalling something. Eventually, he spoke slowly,
"No one expected him to leave for so many years. If he hadn't left back then, perhaps we wouldn't be in such a situation now. I have asked Domain Lord multiple times, but he has never been willing to tell me the specifics. Dao Dian Shimei has indeed suffered quite a bit over these years because of him; if that guy returns, I will definitely have to teach him a lesson." As he thought of this, anger surfaced between the brows of this Great Monk.
"Heh heh, you really speak boldly. Who doesn't know that among the four blades of Madness of Desire and Obsession, Blade Maniac's blade force is the most violent? Your Blade Fury's blade probably falls short..." Wang Jian smiled slightly and unceremoniously retorted. Few knew that he, Marquis Wucheng of the Great Qin Empire—Wang Jian—was actually the knife enthusiast who once roamed the continent and was also known as the Crazy Blade among the four blades of Madness of Desire and Obsession; while this Great Monk before him was Blade Fury among those four blades.
Four blades unsheathed, and even the gods and demons could not match them. Each of these individuals was a top-tier powerhouse with terrifying strength, and when united, they could contend for the title of the strongest. However, due to the disappearance of the Blade Maniac over the years, these four had gradually faded from sight. No one expected that today they would gather in this royal palace.
Upon hearing Wang Jian's words, Blade Fury immediately objected, his brows furrowing as he stood up and exclaimed,
"I admit that I was not as good as that guy before, but when he disappeared back then, he hadn't even entered Blade Pool. The fact that he can reach Holy Rank now is already a miracle; how could he possibly be my opponent? Let me tell you something: I heard that Knife Edge's sister seems to be coming out of seclusion soon. Hehe, you should understand what that means..." Looking at Wang Jian, Blade Fury grinned widely, a hint of mockery flashing in his large eyes.
"What..." Wang Jian's body shook, and his expression changed slightly as he immediately stood up from his bed.
"If she doesn't come back, won't she remain in seclusion forever? Is that guy Blade Maniac really coming back? Goodness, so you were lying to me all along! Why are you in such a good mood today..." Although Wang Jian said this, he couldn't hide the joyful smile on his face.
"Haha... among us four, you're the smartest and I'm the dumbest. Finally, I've managed to fool you once," seeing Wang Jian's reaction, Blade Fury burst into laughter and continued,
"The Domain Lord has already calculated that Blade Maniac will return within a year. By then, we can all reunite."
"A year... After a year, those old fellows from all directions will probably return to Nine Continents Mainland. It seems we should prepare early..." Unlike Blade Fury's excitement, Wang Jian's brows furrowed slightly.
(To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please come to *** (******) to cast your recommendation votes; your support is my greatest motivation.)
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