plumnovel Chapter 315 - 314: True Dragon Martial God
Chapter 315 - 314: True Dragon Martial God
The valley.
The sun passed its zenith and began its descent.
Cliffs towered on both sides, so high they seemed to block out the sun like dark clouds. The ground was littered with jagged bones, and it was as dark as midnight—you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face.
An altar in the very center glowed with a bloody light. Beside it, candles flickered with a netherworldly glow. In the pitch-black surroundings, wisps of sinister energy seeped from the altar, spreading a thin, dusty mist filled with indistinct shadows.
’It should be soon.’
Before the altar, Nangong Li sat cross-legged, the corners of his black robe fluttering in the wind. With his eyes closed in meditation, he stood guard in a clearing not far away.
An Array of bloodlines was drawn on the ground, extending all the way to the altar.
It connected him to the Beast God.
Time flew by.
Three days had now passed since the Beast God devoured Meng Tianxuan...
Nangong Li calculated the days. Although Lord Beast God possessed extraordinary Divine Techniques, his power was damaged, forcing him to hide within the urn. Consuming a Celestial Venerable Realm expert still required a certain amount of time.
During this time, Meng Tianxuan’s residual soul had boiled with defiance and tried to fight back, but it was ultimately useless. He endured all manner of torment from the Beast God until finally falling silent at midnight last night.
And noon today was the moment the ritual would be complete!
...
Nangong Li frowned in thought. The more he considered it, the more his anticipation grew. Unconsciously, the clouds overhead gathered, and the surroundings grew dim.
Just as he was lost in thought,
BOOM—
A clap of thunder exploded as a crimson streak of Blood Thunder slashed across the sky, illuminating the entire valley. A foul wind blew as a bloody rain began to fall from the heavens.
The altar in the center of the valley trembled and hummed! BUZZ!
A terrifying aura slowly began to spread!
"Lord Beast God?"
Upon sensing the aura, Nangong Li’s eyes snapped open. He quickly looked toward the altar in the center of the valley and was immediately overjoyed!
Within the valley,
A spiral pillar of blood shot into the sky. In that instant, an aura not belonging to this world erupted, but before Nangong Li could step forward in delight, the blood pillar flickered and swiftly vanished into the clouds.
It was as ephemeral as a night-blooming cereus; it was as if nothing had happened.
The only thing that had changed was the inscribed altar.
On the once-empty surface of the altar, a phantom image had suddenly appeared.
It was a half-stooped figure with hair like spilled ink flowing around it. Chilling iron chains pierced its collarbones, each link engraved with obscure, ancient runes that bound it like a spider’s web in a cage.
Seeing this, Nangong Li didn’t dare hesitate. He quickly rose and cautiously approached the altar, calling out softly, "Lord Beast God?"
The moment he spoke,
RATTLE!
A voice emerged from the pillar of blood, as ethereal as smoke. It caused countless bones to rattle, and it sounded as if tens of thousands of people were repeating the same words in unison.
"It is I."
The Beast God’s phantom image said hoarsely, "How long have you been guarding this place, Xiaojiu?"
"My Lord, three days."
Nangong Li said in a low voice, his head touching the ground. "From the moment you devoured the Venerable Alliance Leader, three days have passed."
"It’s been that long?"
The Beast God’s phantom image was somewhat surprised. It stretched its shoulders, its form flickering as it muttered to itself, "The Star Force in this Lower Realm truly is scarce... I followed the Secret Technique to recover, yet I’ve only regained thirty percent of my power."
"My Lord?"
Nangong Li asked in a solemn voice, "What else do you need me to do?"
"Go. Find me more blood food."
The Beast God’s phantom image said in a low voice, "I only need to recover another ten percent of my power to completely shatter the shackles of this seal."
"Yes! Xiaojiu congratulates you in advance, My Lord!"
Nangong Li bowed respectfully, his expression grave.
"My Lord... are there any special requirements for the blood food? Birth dates, gender, or perhaps those with unique physiques? If you could provide details, it would make it easier for us to send people out to search."
"There’s no need for such trouble. I only need to recover another ten percent of my strength."
The Beast God said nonchalantly, "Considering your merit in gathering souls, you must have consumed a great deal of your cult’s resources. There’s no need to waste any more."
He paused as if in thought, then commanded, "This time, just fetch some Grandmaster Realm Martial Artists. There’s no need to find another in the Venerable Realm."
"Yes, thank you for your consideration, My Lord!"
Nangong Li knelt on the ground, the fanaticism in his eyes growing even more intense. "Xiaojiu accepts this command! You may not know this from within the altar, My Lord, but Jianghai City has been blessed. Everyone’s Cultivation has surged, making them all prime candidates for blood food. When the time comes, I can just casually grab..."
As he spoke,
The phantom image on the altar grew impatient. Before he could finish, it waved a hand and shrank back into the urn. The inscriptions on the stone surface gradually dimmed...
"Enough. Be gone. Awaken me again when the blood food has been delivered."
The dark clouds above the valley converged, stirring up a frenzied mountain wind. A thick scent of blood drifted out, slowly spreading outward as a miasma enveloped the area like a fog.
A moment later,
Nangong Li left the valley to carry out his orders.
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Jianghai.
In the streets.
The torrential rains from the past few days had subsided, washing away the city’s dust and leaving fresh air to drift between the buildings.
The streets were teeming with people, and citizens clutched souvenirs from the Heaven-Blasting Gang.
The Heaven-Blasting Gang had become a symbol of Jianghai City, as much of a household name as the Sword God.
All sorts of merchandise became instant best-sellers, especially T-shirts. The ones merely printed with the two large words "Heaven-Blasting" became a must-have item that everyone scrambled for, selling out completely on online shopping platforms!
And online, even more people were learning about the deeds of the Heaven-Blasting Gang.
Over the past few days, the topic of the True Dragon Dharma Aspect had been trending nonstop, with discussion fervor remaining incredibly high.
"I’m joining the gang! Anyone else interested in joining the Heaven-Blasting Gang?"
"Pah! Give me a break! You think *you* can get in? You’re in the Postnatal Realm! Dream on!"
"I heard a rumor that you have to be at least in the Innate Realm."
"Better to just admire the True Dragon Martial God from afar, folks..."
"Maybe the True Dragon Martial God showed his Dragon Mighty this time to give everyone a chance?"
Due to the influence of the True Dragon Dharma Aspect that day, tens of thousands of citizens benefited, and they bestowed upon Qin Yang the title "True Dragon Martial God."
The title spread like wildfire.
At this moment, a parade was passing by outside Fuhai District, cheering the glorious name of the "True Dragon Martial God." Every face was filled with reverence.
And this was only a small fraction of them!
As more citizens spread the word, the name of the True Dragon Martial God traveled further and wider, soon becoming known throughout the entire country!
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"True Dragon Martial God?"
Inside his Fuhai Villa, Qin Yang was relaxing on a leather sofa, happily scrolling through his phone when the voices from outside reached him.
They poured into his ears without invitation.
One man’s joy is another man’s sorrow, but Qin Yang just found them noisy.
"Tsk."
Qin Yang put down his phone, feeling truly helpless about this new title. ’This generation of troll netizens is getting better and better at deifying people.’
He extended his Spiritual Power to sense what was outside the window and could clearly perceive the parade.
Whoa!
Holy crap.
People were holding up flags and unfurling exaggerated banners, celebrating the name of the True Dragon Martial God in massive groups. The scene was unprecedentedly grand.
But as for Qin Yang...
’True Dragon Martial God?’
’Sorry, don’t know him!’