Eternal life begins with saving my clan-Chapter 256: The Strange Young Man.
In the wake of the terrifying battle display witnessed in Baiyun city, the atmosphere was charged with a blend of shock, confusion, and excitement.
The inhabitants, once merely intrigued by the Celestial Heavenly sect's magical inventions, found their loyalty transformed into unwavering support after Elder Hua defend them and Biyu effortlessly eradicated the formidable threat.
The horrifying prowess displayed by Elder Hua had not only defended the city but had instilled a newfound sense of security among the people.
Slowly, the Celestial Heavenly sect ceased to be just inventors of curious contraptions; they emerged as a formidable force to be relied upon in times of crisis.
The gratitude and admiration felt by the citizens were palpable, and the news of the sect creating a powerful army spread like wildfire through the city.
Curiosity and determination fueled the hot-blooded individuals among the population.
Eager to confirm the rumors, they flocked to the Celestial Heavenly stores to seek validation.
To their astonishment, the staff not only confirmed the news but also provided details on how to register to become part of this newly formed army.
Word spread like wildfire, and soon, a buzz of activity surrounded the Celestial Heavenly stores.
The staff, now prepared to handle the influx of eager individuals, efficiently guided them to the registration process.
Despite the uncertainty surrounding the purpose of this celestial force, the people's enthusiasm remained undeterred.
City Lord Xiao Bai stood atop a vantage point, commanding numerous individuals outside the city to assess the aftermath of the terrifying battle that had unfolded.
The collateral damage was evident.
Guards worked tirelessly to rescue those unfortunate enough to have been caught in the crossfire, displaying a sense of duty and resilience in the face of adversity.
In the Purple Mist Mountain Range, those who had left had returned, their expressions a mixture of shock and fear.
The gaze directed at Biyu and Zimo, who were seemingly at the Early Foundation Building realm, had transformed.
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Clans and families with members in the secret realm gathered and wore solemn expressions as they awaited.
Their eyes frequently wandered to the lifeless corpses laid in the now-dry blood, sending shivers down their spines.
The aftermath of the battle left a lasting impression of terror on their minds.
Biyu and Zimo, standing side by side on one of the highest peaks, observed the gravity of the situation.
Zimo, with a low voice, inquired, "Commander, have you received any orders?"
Biyu, her gaze fixed on the distant horizon, replied without turning to look at him, "None for now."
Zimo's brows furrowed, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. "Do you have any idea why they are attacking us?" he asked.
"I don't," Biyu answered, her voice filled with unwavering confidence. "But I believe His Majesty would know."
The mention of the royal authority invoked a sense of reassurance, hinting at a higher plan that the common soldiers might not be privy to.
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The young man, clad in an ordinary gray robe with a hood concealing his features, continued his slow walk along the deserted road, seemingly unaffected by the strong wind that swept across the landscape.
After two hours of solitary journeying, he reached a small village nestled in the midst of the wilderness.
At the entrance of the village, two guards stood watch, their formidable presence evident from the confidence they exuded as Body Building realm stage 3 warriors.
Their long, sharp metal spears glistened under the bright sky, a testament to their readiness for any potential threat.
"Stop!" one of the guards commanded, taking a decisive step forward and pointing his spear at the hooded young man.
"Why do you come to our village?" he demanded, his gaze penetrating as he scrutinized the newcomer.
The young man, hood still shrouding his face, raised his hands in a non-threatening gesture.
"We were attacked by some bandits, and I'm the only survivor. Please, can you let me in to rest?" he pleaded, his voice trembling with a hint of vulnerability.
The guards exchanged glances, their intimidating gaze softening slightly.
The news of bandit attacks in the area was no secret, and seeing a weak young man with no evident cultivation, they felt a twinge of sympathy for his plight.
The harsh reality of the outside world, fraught with dangers, had reached even the secluded realms of the village.
The guard who had spoken first lowered his spear, a sign of reluctant acceptance.
"Alright, you can enter. But be warned, our hospitality only goes so far. Don't cause trouble within the village," he warned sternly.
As the guards watched the young man depart, they exchanged pitying glances, silently acknowledging the challenges that life beyond the village walls often presented.
Undeterred by the muddy road beneath his feet, the young man continued his unhurried stroll through the village.
Soon, he found himself standing in front of the village's only inn, a modest establishment with a slightly weathered exterior.
Without hesitation, he pushed open the creaky door and entered.
Behind the worn wooden counter stood a portly innkeeper with a dark mole on his face.
"Welcome esteemed guest, what can I offer you?" he inquired with a toothless grin, sizing up the newcomer.
"Get me your best wine," the hooded young man requested casually.
"Good. Good," the innkeeper's smile deepened, and his eyes sparkled with excitement, sensing a potential wealthy patron.
He promptly summoned a server boy and instructed him to lead the young man to the VIP section.
In the secluded VIP area, the young man was served with the finest wine the inn had to offer.
As he took a sip, a subtle shock registered on his face.
"Who would have expected such a fine wine would be available in this remote corner of the prefecture?" he mused, casting a curious glance in the direction of the satisfied innkeeper.
After savoring the exquisite drink for a couple of minutes, the young man signaled the inn owner to approach his table.
"Have you heard of the Butterfly Gorge?" he inquired, cutting to the chase.
"The Butterfly Gorge?!" The inn owner's confusion was evident. This was the first time he had encountered such a term.
Taking a deep breath, he shook his head. "I was born and raised in this village, but this is the first time I've heard of such a thing."
Before the young man could respond, a voice echoed from the entrance of the inn.
"The Butterfly Gorge is a myth; no one knows where it is."
A mysterious figure emerged from the shadows, drawing the attention of everyone in the room.
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[AN: Sorry about the late upload. I'm having my wedding function, that's why.]
