Soon though, she realized that this time it wasn't and random fantasy.
A tall blue haired young man with a broad back stood before her body, with his large conical hat covering most of his chiseled face and black qigong robes that had to symbol of 'Dawn's Wing' on its front side and back.
The devastating thunderbolt dousing his form as if it was trying to wash his body, painting him in a godlike manner. Soon, the thunder dispersed, and young man cracked his neck side and side and complained, "Tsskk--! And here I thought I could get a good spark from this bolt."
As if he realized something, he turned around and looked towards the dazed female before him in surprise as he spoke, "Eh? Well, isn't this Miss... ah... I mean fellow Daoist Qing! How did you get here?"
Xin Qing who was still in shock couldn't help but snicker as she woke from her daze upon hearing his words, she spoke teasingly with a bright light shining her bright eyes, "Puihei~! So, the famous Blue Thunder Dai Lin loses his words when speaking to girls! This will make great news if it's passed on to the empire..."
Dai Lin hearing this felt puzzled as he thought to himself, "This isn't good! Can't let my title get destroyed over some silly mistake now can I. I should play it safe and try to change the topic she certainly wouldn't go that far," He then scratched the back of his head before speaking to Xin Qing, "Haha! I don't believe a beautiful lady such as yourself would stoop so low as to play this poor retainer. What happened to y---"
However, as he tried to change the topic, before he could finish his words, he was quickly interrupted by Xin Qing who spoke in a serious but playful tone, "Want to bet!" A steady light was shining her eyes.
Dai Lin seeing this felt uneasy, he quickly tried to find a compromise, "Ok Miss Qing! You win state your demands!"
Xin Qing seeing Dai Lin compromise felt happy, she picked herself up from the ground and walked to his front before declaring, "From now on, you are going to be this lady's spark. You will guide me safely out of this place and if you do well, I will not only keep my lips sealed but also grant you a special surprise~!"
Dai Lin frowned for a bit as he heard her words, but after pondering about it for a short while, he smiled and responded, "If it is the young lady's wish, I shall oblige!"
Xin Qing felt happy when she heard Dai Lin's words, but soon she started to frown. She looked towards Dai Lin and hesitated a bit before giving one more command, "Al... Also, I want you to call me by a different name."
Dai Lin hearing hear stutter for a bit smiled as he thought to himself, "Ah, how cute..." He responded, "How shall I address the young lady?"
Xin Qing paused for a moment before she gripped her fists tightly and looked him straight into the eyes before speaking in a soft tone, "Call me Qing'er..."
Her voice resounding throughout the narrow passage, soon after fading away by the rushing stream and rumbling thunderbolts...
Chapter 87
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The Calm Before the Storm!
It was a great day today in Matuk's tribe as a festive atmosphere filled the area. Even the oppressive rain couldn’t dampen the mood. Groups of Ghoulfiends had gathered together once more as they danced around a central white pillar with unique runic markings.
If one looked carefully, they would notice that the surface of this pillar was almost filled up with runic markings. A small portion of this pillar was left blank, as a semi-transparent marking was slowly beginning to form over this section.
The rhythmic beats of tribal-like drums, adding to the vibrant mood of the area.
As these Ghoulfiends danced, they would circle the central pillar of light and stretched their hands out at different segments of the beat. Within a synchronous shout, "Ou!" Their dark energies would flow from their palms and shoot towards the pillar adding to its brilliant luminance.
Not too far away from these Ghoulfiends, was a large platform that seemed to have recently been made of collected woods and stones. Before it was a large pit a few meters wide, the pale and dry corpses of a few creatures and fiends could be noticed inside each dried out as if they had been drained of both their essences and their blood.
Looking at the large platform, one would see a dark, towering figure with a very muscular body. Seated on top of a large chair made of stone with a viciously designed battle axe resting by his side. Standing patiently around him were a group of Elite Ghoulfiends along with a familiar Hunting Squad Leader who looked at the scene before his eyes in excitement.
A well-armored Elder Ghoulfiend stood quietly before the towering figure seated on the stone 'throne,' a glint of hatred was hidden within his eyes as he politely spoke to the figure, "Great Tribe Chief! We are approaching the final stages of the ancient Ascension Pillars Ritual. With a few more hours, the final divine mark will descend allowing you to gain access to inheritance."
Matuk hearing the Elder Ghoulfiend's words frowned slightly as he tapped his large fingers on the arms rests of his stone throne, after short while he spoke, "Janus! You'd better be right, for if you cause this ritual fall short. You will be losing more than your fiend tribe this time! Now get to work!"
Janus hearing this gripped his fists tightly as the black blood flowed and dropped on the ground, he responded, "As the Tribe Leader wishes!"
Quickly, he made his way over to the ritual podium and started to chant in a strange, obscure tongue. As if sensing the change, the energies from the Ghoulfiends along with the remaining strengths from the corpses in the pit, flowed towards the pillar in larger streams, causing the speed of the mark's condensation to slightly increase.
Matuk nodded his head in a slightly excited mood as he noticed the change. However, he frowned while thinking back to the human he let escape, "That damn human! If those other annoying tribes don't find you by the time I'm done with this ritual, humph! You'd best be prepared to feel my ra---"
As Matuk was about to finish his thoughts, the calm and exciting scene of the tribe soon came to an end. Disrupted by an unusual oppression, this kind of pressure was different from the heavy mood usually caused by the endless rain. It was more of a 'murderous intent' that assaulted the festive atmosphere.
The excited Ghoulfiends who were dancing soon because influenced by the new mood, soon, a few inconsistencies started to appear in their dance forms.
Matuk sensing this change was surprised, but quickly his expression changed to that of anger as he lifted his head and roared, "Damn! Moth-r F--ker! Who dares to disrupt my Matuk's Tribes ritual?! Get out here now!"
The terrifying power of a True Foundation realm middle-class Fiendkin erupting from his body, creating ripples that shook the environment outside of the tribal camp.
The world was silent, as only the sound of the harsh rain continued its monotony over this region. Its continuous droplets falling onto the leaves of the dead trees, creating ripples onto the muddy puddles of the fields and along with a soft but chilly breeze that rustled the bushes and swayed the tree branches.
As this situation of unease threatened to continue for some time, soon, there was a change.
Brush-brush-brush-brush-brush!
Following a series of loud rustling noises, groups upon groups of fiends quickly appeared from tall underbrushes swiftly surrounding the entire tribal camp. Their numbers were endless as if they were 'a raging sea within a wild storm,' their waves continuously flowing towards the small 'tribal boat' at its center.
Soon, the voices of these fiends could now be heard as they shouted towards the tribal camp with a myriad of curses.
"Find human and destroy Matuk's Tribe!"
"Daring to keep human for yourself and claim all the credit! Do you take us for a fool Matuk?!"
"Kill everyone and capture the human!"
These fiends were very angry as if someone had stolen their most precious daughter and used as a slave, making their charge swift and fierce the heavy downpour unable to block their momentum.
As they rushed towards the camp, the muddy puddles of the earth
would splatter towards the heavens causing droplets of water to spread out amongst the charging fiends. The light from the strange pillar in Matuk's tribe creating a bright reflective sheen on their surfaces that illuminated this scene.
Matuk seeing this army's sudden appearance was shocked once again, but he quickly collected himself. He rose to his feet and commanded, "Enemy attack! All Ghoulfiends not involved in the ritual should immediately man their stations..."
"Stations!... Stations!... Stations!" His voice, reverberating throughout the region of the tribal camp.
The idle Ghoulfiends hearing his words reacted by rushing towards unmanned posts, while more unorganized fiends struggled to equip themselves for sudden battle. They cursed in anger as they grasped their weapons and readied themselves for the oncoming war.
"Keee--! These damn bastards eyeing our camp like a hawk! What’s this nonsense about a human being here? They're obviously here to claim the benefits from out Ascension Pillars Ritual!"
"Damn bastards! How did they find out about the ritual?!"
"It no longer matters, prepare to kill--!"
"Kill Kill Kill!"
Matuk looked at the charging army before his eyes from the top of his tribe's watchtower, and cursed while pondering, "Damn! Damn! Damn! What's all this nonsense about a human hiding here? They shouldn't know about this tribe's special pillar, as I've made sure to block this information the moment, I captured this Ghoul camp. How did this rumor come about?"
After pondering for a while and finding no answers, he quickly collected himself and skillfully spun the massive battle axe. Soon, he leaned forward and used both hands to hold the battle axe towards his right side, his torso tilting with the edge of the axe facing the direction of the charging enemies gleaming with a baleful light.
Matuk who now positioned himself for battle shouted towards his enemies, "It doesn't matter for what reason you're here, for interfering with my plans prepare to yourself for death!"
The tribe now carried a readiness for war as the beats of the ritual acted like the drums of a battlefield, building the morale of each tribe members to its peak. Soon, both forces were almost ready to collide, as the charging fiends were almost upon the entrance of the tribal camp.
As if Matuk couldn't wait any longer, twisted his body even further causing the battle axe that was initially positioned at his side to be position at a 180-degree angle. Like a spring, he then rapidly spun his body using the momentum to allow his entire gigantic stature to revolve at his post, the battle axe now being whirled along with his form wildly.
Soon, a whirlwind was created around the tribe. This whirlwind was strange as if it had an inherent sharpness that could dice all things to pieces, the rain falling from the heavens flowing into the whirlwind quickly transforming it into a water tornado.
"Raging Axe Vortex!" Following Matuk's loud roar, the sound of the whirling axe echoed throughout the region as they water tornado moved at an incredible speed towards the approaching army of fiends.
Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh-whoosh!
As they saw the water tornado with spinning battle axe within it, the charging fiends began to panic as they shouted:
"Get out the way that's Matuk's signature move! Damn! Why'd he have to be the one to attack first?!"
"Quick! Quick! Avoid the attack!"
They scrambled in confusion to avoid the sudden attack. However, it was too late.
Puff-puff-puff-puff! Boom! The sound of meat being sliced through quickly added to the chaos, as bodies of the charging fiends who could not avoid the water tornado was lifted off the ground and diced to pieces. Their blood soon painting the tornado, transforming it into a bloody tornado of doom.
"Argh! My arm!" A fiend said.
The lucky ones capable of surviving the disaster began to wail in pain, as they fell to the ground with parts of their bodies missing. The bloody tornado continuing its vicious assault against the panicked army of fiends.
At the top of a large and spacious boulder, a massive dark-furred wolfman that stood calmly. It had golden stripes that drew across its chest furrowed its bushy brows as it spoke, "Oho! This Variant Orckusfiend has certainly grown stronger since our last meeting, don't you think so too fellows!"
Its dark yellow eyes gleaming with a brutal light that was hard to contain, with a large horizontal scar that flowed across his snout adding a savage look to his entire being. The individuals whom he spoke towards standing calmly at his sides in silence, as they gave off a similar but unique presence of their own.
One was a large dark-brown creature with a hard shell covering its form and sharp claws that gleamed in a deadly light. It wore a rocky crown on the top of its head with the marking of 'king' engraved on its surface, with deep red eyes that hid a hint of slyness as it looked at the tribal camp.
While the other figure was that of an old creature, it had dark green skin and wore a colorful robe who shouldered a sizeable black staff that had skulls hanging from its tip. It had a large nose and big eyes that gleamed with an air of wisdom as it quietly observed the tribal camp.
Seeing that no one responded to his words, the dark-furred wolfman smiled as he thought to himself, "Humph! You lot think I don't know what you’re thinking? That odd-looking pillar is most definitely something good. I will certainly be taking it for myself!"
He then looked towards the other side a little distance away from him, at the pale looking wolfman who always remained silent. It was a strange dark wolfman, as for some odd reason a part of its dark-colored fur was shaded with a tinge of red.
The Dark Wolfman Tribe Leader frowned as its pondered about this wolfman's change but soon rationalized it as a form of mutation. He then cleared his distracting thoughts and spoke towards the Wolfman, "You said the human had been captured by a squad leader of the Orckusfiend's Tribe, seeing as you had survived the ordeal. I had not killed you directly when you came to me with this proclamation! I hope for your sake that your words are true..."
As he finished speaking, he no longer paid any attention to the figure of the pale looking wolfman forming his hands into fists as he prepared to enter the battle zone. The two standing by his side glancing at the pale looking wolfman with a dark light in their eyes for a moment before they continued to observe the battle before them.
The pale looking wolfman who remained silent continued to look at the scene indifferently, his eyes gleaming in a murderous light as he looked towards the tribal camp at the form of Matuk who stood above the watchtower. Soon, the corner of his mouth rose into a smile as he spoke in a voice that only he could hear, "Matuk! I Feng Yu have returned..."
Chapter 88
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The Power of Middle-Class Fiends!
The sky was shrouded by layers of darkness, as baleful energies had begun to form from the bloody battle transpiring beneath its surface. The land became a field of corpses, whose blood enveloped a vast region of its gloomy forestry.
A heartless rain fell onto this scene, but even its showers found it challenging to cleanse this sinister atmosphere. It was a dreadful war, the kind that would linger on the souls of all its participants regardless of the victor.
"Kill----!" A loud resounding cry came from a chaotic section of this forest's battlefield. There was a towering figure of a powerful dark-colored creature that wielded a massive battle axe in an extremely barbaric manner on the battlefield.
Whoosh-whoosh! Its powerful swings kicking up large winds as the massive battle-axe cleaved through the dense rain, mercilessly chopping into the flesh of numerous creatures in its wake.
Splash! Puff! The sound of flesh being sliced to pieces soon resounded throughout the bloody battlefield. Quickly, a rush of new blood splattered across the land falling onto the corpses of fallen companions and frenzied enemies.
A squad of five different types of fiends had been slice into two sections, leaving both their halves scattered at distant points of the battlefield.
They looked at each other in shoc
k as if they couldn't believe what had occurred to them.
"Argh! Give me back my legs!" One of the fiends said as it used all of its remaining power to crawl towards his legs that were being stolen by another creature.
The towering creature having completed this act of brutality soon lift its head as it roared towards the world with defiance, "Who dares to challenge me?!"
The ripples of its early True Foundation realm cultivation base pressing down all of the opponents on the field, causing its tribesmen to gain the upper hand in the tide of battle. On top of a broad and spacious boulder, three powerful looking fiends frowned as they noticed the scene before them.
Soon, one of them walked forwards and responded, "Haha! Matuk! You certainly haven't changed, have you?!" As soon as it said this, it instantly transformed into a beam of dark gold light that quickly appeared before Matuk form.
Matuk seeing his opponent frown for short moment. However, his expression soon became one filled with satire. He responded, "Well-well! So even the Leader of the mutts has graced me with his presence. I wonder, to what do I owe this courtesy Regalas?"
The Regalas hearing his words of mockery smiled with indifference as he responded while cracking his knuckles, "Gya-gya-gya! Don't you already know why I'm here? You think you can get away with keeping the human for yourself?"
"Humph! Enough of your nonsense! We both know that there is no human in my tribe and even if there was...." said Matuk who looked at Regalas with hatred in his eyes, he paused for a moment to brandish his battle axe before speaking once again.
"What can you do about it?!" Matuk roared in an arrogant tone. He then pressed his foot against the ground creating spiderweb-like fissures as he rushed towards Regalas.
The dark yellow eyes of Regalas gleamed in a murderous light as his fangs grew longer, claws grew sharper, and body began to take on an even more robust state. He promptly leaned himself forwards placing both arms onto the ground looking like a gigantic wolf ready to pounce on his prey.
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