novelraw Chapter 70: It Is Not Advised
Chapter 70: It Is Not Advised
Wuyi continued, "I am giving you this explanation because I want you to understand two things. First, I want nothing to do with your clan and your politics. I will come asking for what I am owed when I am powerful enough. But that will not affect the clan in the bigger picture. And second, they should know I am not to be trifled with. Yunajing is not the only special bloodline clan.
My mother had a hidden bloodline too, which was more potent, as you see here," Wuyi pointed at the dark being with the scythe and the lady beside him, "It is not the Yunajing bloodline power but my maternal bloodline. The bloodline power allows me to summon powerful beings; the bloodline ability is called spirit calling, I believe."
He lied about it without a second thought. Chao had already told Wuyi once that when he sent some people to check on his mother and grandfather, they had disappeared. That was normal for desert nomads. He highly doubted anyone could find them ever again. After leaving Wuyi, His family had intentionally disappeared so Yunajing couldn't find them or create trouble for them.
If a desert nomad did not want to be found, there was no way you could find them. He told them it was a bloodline power because, from books he read about bloodlines, there were various types of special bloodline powers. Spirit Calling bloodline was very rare, but they existed, and this bloodline of summoners was feared and respected everywhere.
So, to make the clan back off, this was the best method he could think of with the help of the statue of Knowledge.
Hearing Wuyi's ability, Lady Meixu and Congming visibly gasped.
Wuyi continued, "If the clan wants to make an enemy out of me, they are welcome to, but it is not advised."
Saying that, Wuyi snapped his fingers, and the pretty woman who had appeared and silenced everyone's emotions moved. She went close to warrior Yun Ming from Yuanjing, who tried to protect Wuyi, whispered something in the warrior's ear, and then disappeared into thin air. Everyone could feel their voice coming back and emotions returning. Those who could not hear earlier got their hearing back too.
But again, before Lady Meixiu could respond, a massive, eight-foot-tall humanoid warrior materialized behind Wuyi. Dressed in battle armor that seemed to be forged from the essence of war itself, the warrior emanated an unfathomable power. Muscles felt as if etched from living rock, and eyes alight with the fires of determination.
In his hand, he wielded a halberd, the weapon made of otherworldly material, its blade gleaming with a sharpness that promised victory so intense it felt as if with the weapon, he could tear the world asunder.
The warrior effortlessly picked up Gao and slung him over one shoulder. Then he picked up Wuyi and placed him on the other. With a slight crouch of his knees, he leapt into the air, disappearing before anyone could comprehend what had just happened.
After they vanished, a rough laugh echoed through the air. It was the dark assassin who had held Lord Congming at scythe-point. He sniggered, had a mocking look on his face, and then his weapon—and his very being—started to become ethereal, vanishing as if he had never existed.
When they thought everything was over, they heard cries outside the fort. They hurried to see what welcomed them was a sight they could never forget. The granary, which held the food supplies of the whole Lujingbao, was burning in sky-high flames. This food was specially brought and stored for the spring festival.
Soon a stable boy came running and yelping. Seeing Congming, he stopped, took a few breaths, bowed, and spoke, "Lord, all the animals in the beast pens and stables were poisoned somehow. All of the beasts and horses are dead."
Congming could only sigh. This night was his nightmare in the truest sense.
The next day was Springfest in Lujinbo fort, but the atmosphere was anything but festive. The castle was enveloped in a deathly quiet, a stark contrast to the usual celebrations that marked the arrival of spring.
Murmurs filled the air, replacing the laughter and music that usually resonated through the castle. The tension was palpable, and the sense of unease was inescapable.
In their chamber, Mistress Jizao and her seamstress followers were busy preparing clothes, which were supposed to be for the festival but now were going to be used for a funeral for a few who died trying to put out the granary fire.
The conversation of the seamstress and her workers was far from the usual cheerful banter.
"Did he become demonic?" one of the girls asked, her voice tinged with fear.
Mistress Jizao shook her head. "No, he did not become demonic. But worse, he has become powerful and now harbors a deep hatred for everyone."
"Why did he become like this?" another girl inquired.
Mistress Jizao sighed. "Someone from Yuanjing ordered the death of Boluo. It seems Gao reached out to them, complaining about Wuyi, claiming that Boluo was teaching him secret demonic arts. Lord Congming had no power when they sent someone to kill Boluo."
"Why didn't Lady Meixiu stop it? It was her decision that Wuyi should learn cultivation. That is the reason for all the suffering," one of the girls asked.
Mistress Jizao shook her head. "She would have stopped it, but she was away on a mission to collect elemental sand. It is not her fault. Gao was petty, seems to have had a personal vendetta; he was the root cause of all this."
"What happened to Gao then?" one of the girls asked.
Mistress Jizao sighed, "What awaits him is worse than death. Wuyi took him alive with him."
"Today, we won't have any breakfast either," another girl chimed in. "Wuyi burned the granary and poisoned most of the feed reserves before leaving. All the animals are dead too."
"Why did he burn the granaries? I understand his anger, but why take it out on our food?" the second girl questioned.