Chapter 251: You’ll Take Us All Down
Fo Xin and Huang Quan were the first to arrive at the sixth level of the tower realm, followed closely by the High Priest and the others, with the rest trailing behind.
However…
When everyone appeared and took in the situation of the sixth level, their expressions turned grim!
They were all standing together, surrounded by high walls. On top of those walls were countless soldiers, all aiming their bows and arrows at them.
Huang Quan looked up, narrowing her eyes slightly at the soldiers standing on the high walls.
“What’s going on?”
“They want to kill us the moment we arrive?”
“Each level is more dangerous than the last. Whoever’s behind this clearly never intended for us to leave here alive!”
The group erupted into chaotic chatter as countless arrows rained down like a storm!
Seeing this, someone quickly erected a barrier, hoping to stop the arrows.
However…
With a loud “bang,” an arrow pierced through the barrier and struck someone inside the shield on the shoulder!
“The barrier is useless!”“It can’t stop the arrows!”
When someone shouted, the already panicked crowd became even more frantic!
“Dodge!”
Huang Quan swiftly dodged several arrows, grabbed a few in her hand, and looked at them, saying, “The barrier is useless. Avoid them as best as you can. I’ll take care of those people!” With that, she pushed off the ground and flew into the air, heading toward the soldiers on the wall.
Jing Chen, seeing this, took out the Dragon Chant Zither from his space.
Feng Jiuyuan glanced down at him and asked, “Are you going to help?”
Jing Chen nodded. “The Dragon Chant Zither can attack a wide area. If I can play it once, I can take them out.”
Feng Jiuyuan responded, “You’ll take us out too.”
“That’s why I need to get into the air, behind them,” Jing Chen said. “That way, it will lessen the damage to you all.”
“Arrows are falling like rain. How are you going to get up there holding the zither?” Feng Jiuyuan retorted. “Even if you get up there, are you just going to stop and start playing?”
“How would that be any different from being a sitting duck?”
Jing Chen pressed his lips together, not responding further.
He couldn’t argue with that.
Seeing that Jing Chen hadn’t put the Dragon Chant Zither away after hearing him out, Feng Jiuyuan knew Jing Chen was determined to go. He felt a headache coming on.
When he lectured him, it was all reasoned out, saying it was for his own good. Wasn’t what Feng Jiuyuan just said for his good too? Why wouldn’t he listen?
“Jing Chen, stay here,” the High Priest ordered, then turned to Nangong Qingle. “Summon vines, as many as you can, and weave them into a shield to block those arrows!”
Nangong Qingle nodded and immediately began forming seals, summoning vines.
Thick vines, as thick as a baby’s arm, emerged from the ground and quickly spread out in all directions.
When the arrows hit the vines, they stuck in place instead of piercing through as they had with the barrier.
Seeing that the vines could block the arrows, the other people with wood-element spiritual roots also summoned vines, using them to block the arrows.
However, summoning the vines consumed spiritual energy, and with so many arrows, it was impossible for the vines to block all of them. Although everyone was still struggling, they were less panicked than before.
Jing Chen, holding the Dragon Chant Zither, pushed off with his toes, leaping onto a vine, and continued upward, clearly intending to charge out.
“Jing Chen!”
Seeing him rush out, Feng Jiuyuan’s blood-red eyes darkened further.
“Are you trying to get yourself killed?!”
As Jing Chen’s small figure continued to rise higher, Feng Jiuyuan couldn’t hold back any longer. The next moment, a pair of wings unfurled from Feng Jiuyuan’s back. With a powerful flap, Feng Jiuyuan disappeared from where he stood.
“Whoosh…”
A gust of wind swept past, and before Jing Chen could see clearly, someone grabbed him and flew up into the sky.
Chapter 252: A Severe Injury Is Better Than You Dying Here Recklessly
“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!”
Arrows rained down like a storm as Feng Jiuyuan dodged them while holding onto Jing Chen in mid-air.
“Whoosh!”
With a powerful flap of his wings, he shot straight into the sky.
“Whoosh!”
The two of them broke out of the encirclement!
Jing Chen looked down at the rain of arrows below and said, “Feng Jiuyuan, thank you.”
“Cut the nonsense!” Feng Jiuyuan gritted his teeth as he flew higher. “Hurry up! I can’t hold on much longer!”
“Find a place to put me down,” Jing Chen suggested. “With you holding me this close, when I play the Dragon Chant Zither, you’ll definitely be severely injured.”
“A severe injury is better than you recklessly dying here!” Feng Jiuyuan snapped, his voice strained. “Do it, quickly!”
Sensing something wrong in Feng Jiuyuan’s tone, Jing Chen looked up, trying to see his face, but could only catch a glimpse of his jaw.
“Jing Chen, if you don’t move now, I swear I’ll drop you right here!” Feng Jiuyuan threatened.
Jing Chen pursed his lips, said no more, and positioned the zither, channeling his spiritual power before fiercely strumming the strings.
As the zither’s sound reverberated, Feng Jiuyuan felt a surge of blood in his chest and couldn’t suppress it—he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
“Feng Jiuyuan…” Jing Chen’s voice trembled with worry, his fingers slightly shaking as he strummed the strings.
“Keep going!” Feng Jiuyuan gritted his teeth. “Once isn’t enough. Do it again!”
One more time, and the remaining enemies could be dealt with by Huang Quan and Fohsin.
Jing Chen responded, “Alright!”
Without hesitation, he strummed the zither again, and the sound spread instantly.
The soldiers atop the high walls, hearing the zither’s melody for the second time, collapsed one by one.
“Jing Chen, you…” Feng Jiuyuan tried to tighten his grip but was too weak. He released his hold, and Jing Chen plummeted downwards. Simultaneously, the wings on Feng Jiuyuan’s back disappeared, and he too fell, like a kite with a broken string.
Huang Quan, in the midst of kicking away a group of enemies, looked up just in time to see Feng Jiuyuan and Jing Chen falling from the sky.
“I’ll Get You!
Without a second thought, Huang Quan stopped attacking the soldiers and quickly moved to catch Jing Chen. In one swift motion, he grabbed Jing Chen and then leaped up again to catch Feng Jiuyuan, who was falling behind him.
After securing both of them, Huang Quan descended rapidly and dropped them into the midst of the Jiuyuan City team. “Take care of your young master!” he ordered.
Thanks to the vines blocking most of the arrows and the earlier attacks from Huang Quan, Fohsin, and Jing Chen, the barrage of arrows had lessened significantly, making it easier for the Jiuyuan City team to defend themselves. When Huang Quan placed Feng Jiuyuan down, several members of the Jiuyuan City team immediately surrounded him.
“Young Master?”
“Young Master, are you okay?”
Feng Jiuyuan lay on the ground, his eyes reflecting the dark sky and the arrows raining down. He waved his hand weakly and said, “Don’t worry about me, check on Jing Chen…”
“I’m fine,” Jing Chen said as he put away the Dragon Chant Zither. He then took out a porcelain bottle from his storage space and handed it to one of the people tending to Feng Jiuyuan. “Give this to him.”
“You take it yourself,” Feng Jiuyuan replied. “I have the bloodline of the Demon Tribe. Your medicine won’t work well on me; I’ve prepared my own.”
Jing Chen frowned slightly. “Did you really prepare some?”
“Of course,” Feng Jiuyuan tilted his head and smiled at him. “Traveling without something to protect my life? That’s not how I roll.”
Satisfied with the answer, Jing Chen relaxed, opened the porcelain bottle, and took the medicine inside.
Seeing him take the medicine, Feng Jiuyuan said, “Jing Chen, I want to discuss something with you.”
End of Chapter. Hope you enjoyed reading it!
