Chapter 614 - 335: Centurion, Qingfeng Temple Menial Worker

Baili Feng, Baili Hongtang, the siblings, displayed smiles of joy and gratitude, "It’s enough... Just achieving one is sufficient!"

"Grandpa Zhou, Third Brother, you’ve both worked hard these past few days. If there is anything in the future that we can help with, don’t hesitate to ask."

"Alright, with Big Brother’s words, it’s enough."

Su Mu has always responded better to kindness than force. He’s already received plenty from the Baili siblings and doesn’t plan to make further requests now, so he simply responded with a smile.

"Third Brother, this box contains the husk of the Tianshan Snow Silkworm. If there are other herbs you need, you can make a list and give it to me. As long as the herbs are available in the sect’s treasury, feel free to take them."

A flash of Spiritual Light appeared in Baili Hongtang’s hand, and she immediately presented a delicate jade box, not forgetting the initial agreement between the two.

Now that Su Mu has obtained the complete Little Yellow Court Pill formula and the husk of the Tianshan Snow Silkworm, he no longer needs to concern himself with matters after the pill is refined.

Baili Feng personally took away the Pill Furnace, while Baili Hongtang led Su Mu away from the underground dark chamber.

"We have discussed this. Third Brother, your aspirations lie elsewhere. Big Brother will consume the pill and undergo Little Yellow Court in the coming days."

Outside the side hall of the Tang Garden, Baili Hongtang slightly paused in her step, a hint of relief fluttering and disappearing in her tone.

Choosing to take the Little Yellow Court Pill and accept the transfer of power is both a blessing and a heavy responsibility for the siblings. After consuming the pill,

it means they will forever be halted at the Third Grade realm, unable to advance further. Even profound and unpredictable figures like the Sun Family Ancestor have said so; there is no turning back.

Moreover, consuming the pill means that Big Brother Baili Feng must stay in the Cyan Fish Gang for life, with little chance of leaving Donglai, which for Su Mu is like an invisible cage.

But this is only for Su Mu. If such an opportunity were made public, most people in the world would fight vehemently for the chance to enter such a "cage," eagerly flocking towards it.

"I hope everything goes smoothly."

Su Mu nodded lightly and said.

"The transfer of power won’t affect this seafaring... but it will delay things by a few days."

"Alright."

Suddenly, Su Mu realized why Baili Feng invited him to sail together. Once Baili Feng fully accepts the transfer of power, as a Great Cultivator, his every move will be closely watched by other Great Powers of Donglai.

He will no longer enjoy the current freedom, and as the resident Great Cultivator of the Cyan Fish Gang, his actions will represent the entire sect. Big Brother Baili Feng will not be at liberty.

"Third Brother, you should rest first."

At the break of dawn, Baili Hongtang departed.

"Lately, I’ve been caught up in practicing the Flood Dragon Shocking Skill, the four times of Blood Exchange, and Alchemy... Next, I should attempt to break through to the Fifth Grade and the Secret Realm."

Su Mu took out the "Immortal Body" text and swallowed a pill veined with intricate dark golden patterns, resembling cracked porcelain.

...

Several thousand miles away, at Yuguo Pass in Qingzhou.

In the Evil Eagle Camp, a rider entered amidst bone-chilling winds and heavy snow.

"I want to see Centurion Wang!"

"The Centurion is training at the martial ground, I’ll take you there."

In the martial ground stood a man bare-chested, his muscular frame appearing as if carved by a blade; there was a shocking blood hole the size of a bowl on his left chest, a ghastly scar that marred his otherwise perfect form and added a sense of lethal menace.

For military people, scars are never a shame, but medals of honor.

The wind and snow melted away within half a step from the man’s heated and robust Qi Blood, his martial skills not fast, yet carrying a mysterious power and wild impact in his every move.

"Centurion Wang trains diligently every day except to eat and sleep!"

"The Centurion’s martial arts are truly a sight to behold... Such strength is not without reason."

Many soldiers around the martial ground looked on with admiration. The messenger caught sight of the figure diligently training with a flicker of approval in his eyes.

"It seems that man is the new Centurion of the Evil Eagle Camp... He joined the ranks less than half a year ago, repeatedly accomplished battle achievements, and rose six ranks from a small soldier in the Evil Eagle Rear Camp to a Centurion in the Evil Eagle Main Camp."

Soon after.

The two moved to the tent where the messenger first showed his identification badge, proving his identity before presenting a military order.

"Subordinate accepts the order!"

Wang Xuan knelt on one knee to receive and unfold the order.

"Immediately select twenty elites from the camp to stand by, and escort two people to the Northwest Kar Tribe in three days."

The seal was signed by Liu Vice-Commander Liu Sheng, a member of the Ancient County Liu Family, who, a few months earlier, led six hundred Evil Eagle soldiers beyond the Pass into an ambush by a barbarian army, returning devastated yet promoted to First Grade and rewarded with a Hundred Gold Coins.

"Centurion Wang, Vice-Commander Liu holds you in high regard. Do you understand what I mean... In the next martial contest at the Evil Eagle Camp, be sure to perform well. Your third battalion just happens to need a vice Thousand Man Commander."

The messenger stealthily made a throat-cutting gesture as he spoke.

"I am grateful for Vice-Commander Liu’s favor. I will certainly do my best!"

"That’s good."

Wang Xuan took out several silver notes and handed them over. The messenger discreetly pocketed them, glanced at Wang Xuan once more, and left satisfied.

After the person was gone, the smile on Wang Xuan’s face faded, replaced by a hint of mockery.

He did not mind killing.

Recently, the Qi Blood and Power within him had become slightly restless — a sign that his realm was about to break through. He needed the baptism of fresh blood to make the breakthrough, and Wang Xuan’s hand rested on the sinister scar on his left chest.