Dominating Martial King
Chapter 789: 333: Barbecue Skewers (Please Subscribe)

Chapter 789: Chapter 333: Barbecue Skewers (Please Subscribe)

Twenty miles of distance for Chu Xisheng and Ye Zhiqiu was akin to a normal person walking a mere hundred and eighty steps.

The two flew through the air, arriving outside the human village in but a moment.

The village was indeed large, almost akin to a township.

A simple stone wall surrounded it, enclosing over a thousand thatched huts within. The only stone structure was an iron refining workshop at the center of the village, surrounded by seven massive chimneys reaching twenty zhang in height.

Chu Xisheng observed from afar, noticing over a thousand robust humans laboring nearby.

Their hair was disheveled and dirty, their upper bodies bare, marked with countless whip scars.

In the square before the iron refining workshop, three Moluo Giant Spirits, each about eight zhang tall, were seated.

These three seemed to be the overseers of the village, holding long whips and warily watching the surroundings.

The recent battle had taken place not far from the village, so it was impossible for these Sixth Grade Giant Spirits to be unaware.

Chu Xisheng also noticed large fields of wheat around the village.

However, the fields were overgrown with weeds and lacked any irrigation channels, a stark contrast to the meticulous farming of the Divine Continent Clan.

Ye Zhiqiu looked into the distance, her expression complex, “The Human Clan slaves controlled by the Giant Spirits primarily refine iron, forge magic artifacts, and make various tools and furniture for the giant god bloodline. It is said that our ancestors, under the leadership of ‘Yuan Emperor,’ fled Buzhou Mountain and reached the Divine Continent, sharing a similar fate. They not only made various items for the Giant Spirits but also farmed to feed themselves, suffering greatly.”

Chu Xisheng knew that ‘Yuan Emperor’ was the foremost among their clan’s Three Emperors and Five Sovereigns, reputed to be the reincarnation of the ancient Primordial Emperor, ‘Emperor Xi.’

It was under Yuan Emperor’s leadership, during the internal strife among the Buzhou Mountain Giant Spirits, that tens of thousands of the Human Clan escaped to the south of the Iron Wall Mountain Range, giving rise to the present-day Divine Continent Clan.

After ten millennia of propagation, under the leadership of the ‘Xuanhuang Primordial Emperor,’ they rose to dominance, occupying the Thirty-Six States. Fortified by the Iron Wall Mountain Range, they stood on equal footing with the Northern Giant Spirits.

Ye Zhiqiu seemed to want a closer look, flying forward, only to be met with a volley of over two hundred arrows shot from behind the stone wall like a downpour.

Ye Zhiqiu scoffed, easily sweeping the rain of arrows aside with her Heavy Sword.

These arrows were fired by a group of archers behind the stone wall, some wielding Strong Bows equivalent to the Seventh Rank Martial Cultivators of the Human Clan and shooting Armor-Piercing Heavy Arrows.

To Ye Zhiqiu, this barrage was nothing worth mentioning.

Yet she felt particularly disgruntled, “These people should be slave soldiers reared by the Giant Spirits. They bow and scrape before the Giant Spirits but are fierce against their own kin.”

The Giant Spirit Tribe of Buzhou Mountain had begun collecting the martial arts techniques of the Divine Continent Clan tens of thousands of years ago, training their slave tribe in them.

It was said that the highest rank they could achieve was the Seventh Rank, and any who surpassed this tier would be killed by the Giant Spirits.

Chu Xisheng cast a indifferent glance at the tense slave soldiers behind the wall before shifting his gaze to the three Moluo Giant Spirits in front of the iron refining workshop.

He then shook his head and flew in another direction, “Let’s go. We are not welcome here.”

Their fear and wariness were shared not only by the Giant Spirits and slave soldiers but also by the ordinary villagers, who looked at them with the same worry and dread.

Ye Zhiqiu narrowed her eyes, continuing to stare at the iron refining workshop, her eyes flashing with a cold kill intent.

She then snorted and caught up to Chu Xisheng.

However, as she followed Chu Xisheng southward, her mood deteriorated.

Chu Xisheng soon noticed and, with a calm expression, turned back to advise, “Instructor, killing those three Giant Spirits and dealing with those slave soldiers is not difficult. The trouble comes afterward, something neither you nor I can resolve.”

“Of course, I know that.”

Ye Zhiqiu sighed.

Joyfully dispensing justice would only leave a mess behind.

This would undoubtedly implicate the villagers and bring calamity upon them.

The Giant Spirits did not regard the human slaves as people, and they would certainly vent their rage on the village because of the death of their kin.

The people in the village were already living on the edge, their lives hard enough without needing a further push.

These kin did not become slaves of the Giant Spirits out of choice but because they had no other option.

It was this powerlessness that made Ye Zhiqiu particularly angry.

She ground her teeth and clenched her fists, “Damn Emperor Jianyuan! If the Dominating Martial King were still alive, we might have fought all the way to the foot of Buzhou Mountain.”

She had served in the Northern Peace Army of You State, followed Dominating Martial King Qin Muge in conquering the Night Wolf Royal Court, and swept through the Ice Extreme Absolute Three States, expanding their territory by over thirty thousand miles.

Two years ago, she had to withdraw from the Northern Peace Army due to a severe injury sustained in the Ice State, yet she still longed for the days of battling in the Northern Lands, the golden spears and armored horses, and the time of swathing Qi over ten thousand miles like a tiger.

Dominating Martial King’s death remained a mystery; Ye Zhiqiu believed it was related to the current Emperor Jianyuan.

Ye Zhiqiu had confidence in her talent, believing she would eventually inherit the Heaven Punishing Saint Transmission and stand at the pinnacle of martial arts.

But she knew some things in this world could not be resolved even at the pinnacle of martial arts.

—Such as these kin at Buzhou Mountain.

Chu Xisheng’s lips twitched lightly. From Buzhou Mountain to Juezhou in the farthest north, the distance was a hundred and seventy-two thousand miles.