Heavenly Dao Engine
Chapter 1590 - 1590 0933 Must Get the Proportions Right

Chapter 1590: Chapter 0933: Must Get the Proportions Right Chapter 1590: Chapter 0933: Must Get the Proportions Right Chapter 0933: One Must Grasp the Sense of Proportion

Seeing that Lu Songsheng was hesitating to speak, Master Guanghao grew anxious and urged quickly, “Chairman Lu, you cannot just stand by. Not only are we old friends for many years, but it was also I who brought you here in my flying ship.”

The Gold Core Realm cultivator looked at Lu Songsheng with a mocking expression, seemingly waiting for Lu Songsheng to defend Master Guanghao.

Lu Songsheng, unflustered, bowed slightly to the Gold Core Realm cultivator and said, “Sir, I can attest that this is Master Guanghao from Guangping City, but that is all I can confirm; I cannot attest to anything else.”

Master Guanghao quickly said, “Chairman Lu, how can you not verify the other matters? You saw with your own eyes as I led my team behind yours to exchange our identity jade medallions.”

Lu Songsheng shook his head and replied, “I’m sorry, Master Guanghao, I can’t testify to that. By the time you entered the place to exchange the identity jade medallions, we had already left, and we know nothing about what happened during that period. You didn’t show me the identity jade medallion you exchanged, so I can’t vouch for you to anyone that you have indeed exchanged your identity medallions.”

Master Guanghao pointed a finger at Lu Songsheng, intending to reproach him, but he didn’t know how to formulate his criticism. After all, every word Lu Songsheng said was true and no lies were fabricated; yet, these very truths were pushing him deeper into the abyss.

The Gold Core Realm cultivator revealed a cold smile and said to Master Guanghao, “Now, is there anything else you want to say?”

Master Guanghao could only bow to the other, saying, “Sir, this is all a misunderstanding. We really did exchange our identity jade medallions; we didn’t lie.”

The Gold Core Realm cultivator snorted coldly and declared, “Whether you lied or not is no longer important. Brothers, expel them all from the Holy Land, and if anyone dares to resist, execute them without hesitation.”

Master Guanghao, tearless yet distressed, had come feeling triumphant, imagining that he would lead his talented young followers to distinguish themselves at the Saint Great Competition. He could have never anticipated such an outcome. After traveling thousands of miles joyfully to the Holy Land and spending a great amount of gold to exchange the identity jade medallions, they hadn’t even reached the first Teleportation Array before they were being expelled. The total losses were immeasurable.

The cultivators of the Holy Land didn’t give Master Guanghao and his group any chance to argue and immediately began expelling them.

The process of expulsion was far from friendly; the people of the Holy Land escorted them to another Teleportation Array which could directly transport them outside the Holy Land. This Teleportation Array was crudely made, and at the intended destination, there was no receiving Teleportation Array; when they stood on this Teleportation Array, it was like being shot out of a cannon, ejecting them directly out of the Holy Land. Just the thought of the ordeal they had to endure was agonizing.

What made it even more unbearable for Master Guanghao and his group was that the expulsion process was not free; they were required to pay a hefty fee, several times more expensive than using a regular Teleportation Array. If they obediently paid up, well and good; but if they dared utter a word of refusal, the people of the Holy Land would execute them immediately, giving them no chance to argue. Furthermore, after killing them, all their possessions would be confiscated by the Holy Land, leaving not a single coin.

Watching the brutal treatment of Master Guanghao and his group by the Holy Land people, Qi Tian and the rest from Wanjie City felt their scalps tingle. Although they knew beforehand that the Holy Land expelled some who did not follow the rules, they had never known the process and method of such expulsions. Today, they were unfortunate enough to witness it first-hand, a grisly and unforgettable scene.

Everyone from Wanjie City, including Lu Songsheng, Zhang Chenghua, and other Nascent Soul Masters, silently swore, whatever the cost, to ensure the identity jade medallions they exchanged were always on their persons, never to be lost. Otherwise, the consequences were too severe to contemplate, merely thinking about it made their scalps tingle.

After expelling Master Guanghao and his group, the Holy Land resumed inspection of cultivators from various places. They didn’t deliberately trouble anyone; as long as one had an identity jade medallion, they could pass the inspection and use their Teleportation Array. Of course, using the Teleportation Array was not free, and although slightly more expensive than elsewhere, it was still within an acceptable range.

The people of Wanjie City, after paying the fee, successfully stepped onto the Teleportation Array and were transported to the heart of the Holy Land.

The Holy Land spans a million miles; the upcoming Saint Great Competition is to be held in a corner of the central region of the Holy Land.

This location in the Holy Land, known as Hundred Flowers Valley, is quite famous, as it hosts the Saint Great Competition every time.

Despite its name, Hundred Flowers Valley is not a valley at all but a city several times larger than Wanjie City. When Qi Tian and the others emerged from the Teleportation Array, nearly everyone couldn’t help but take a deep breath. The reason was simple; the Spirit Qi here was incomparably pure, far surpassing what could be found in Wanjie City and even multiple times richer than in the outer regions of the Holy Land. Cultivation here would surely yield twice the results with half the effort.

“Junior Brother, look,” Huang Liuyan, standing beside Qi Tian, exclaimed in astonishment.

The location of the Teleportation Array was a vast square, scattered with over a dozen Teleportation Arrays. Almost every array was bustling, continuously having cultivators entering and exiting.

What made Huang Liuyan exclaim was not these arrays, but the armored guards patrolling and standing watch over the square. Each of them was decked in shining armor, holding standard-issue long spears and broadswords. Each piece of equipment was a high-level magical artifact rarely seen outside the Holy Land, yet here it was outfitted in bulk. One could imagine the immense power these guards could unleash when they acted together, protected by such high-level artifacts.

Besides these guards, there were numerous Nascent Soul Masters walking around the square, entering and exiting the Teleportation Arrays without any pretense. It was as if they were flaunting their wealth, each displaying their best assets decked with rare magical artifacts, whether sitting atop high-level magical beasts or stepping on flying swords or other magical artifacts.

For Qi Tian and Huang Liuyan, this was their first visit to the Holy Land, and they were not familiar with the customs here.

Fearing they might cause trouble due to inappropriate words or actions, Yi Xuwen hurriedly sent them a message, “Here, please do not shout or make a fuss. Mind your words and actions, and do not invite trouble. One never knows if a person one cannot afford to offend might be standing behind them here. Also, in this place, strength is the only standard of respect. You should display the full extent of your capabilities; this is how one earns respect in the Holy Land. However, I must remind you to gauge the situation properly. When it is time to be high-profile, be high-profile, and when it is time to keep a low profile, do so. As long as we handle the moments of being high-profile correctly, there won’t be any major problems, but acting high-profile at the wrong time can lead to serious issues. All this comes from my own experience, so please take it seriously.”

Qi Tian nodded and said, “I understand. To summarize, show as much strength as you possess. We shouldn’t act foolishly, like a three-year-old child flaunting gold treasures in the streets, nor should we, being princes, dress like beggars.”

Yi Xuwen nodded repeatedly and said, “That’s pretty much the gist of it.”

As Yi Xuwen was advising Qi Tian and Huang Liuyan, Zhang Chenghua coughed, waved his hand, and a deep roar emanated from beside him. A stream of black smoke burst from his wrist, hitting the ground, and in the blink of an eye, a thick black python with a single horn on its head emerged—it was a python evolving into a dragon, at the Second Level of the Nascent Soul Stage, slightly weaker than Qi Tian’s Huo Yunbiao but not by much.

Yi Xuwen’s expression froze; he was quite familiar with the Ink Flood Dragon. The very name of the Ink Flood Dragon Association was largely due to the existence of this particular dragon. He distinctly remembered that this Ink Flood Dragon had always been under the control of the old chairman; how had it suddenly appeared beside Zhang Chenghua? Could it be that the old chairman had really decided to pass on the leadership to Zhang Chenghua?

Zhang Chenghua looked at the people of Wanjie City, especially giving Qi Tian an extra glance, taking in everyone’s expressions, and said proudly, “Everyone, it’s a good thing I’m your leader. Today I’ve brought out our Ink Flood Dragon Association’s Divine Beast. Soon, this Divine Beast will take you to the accommodations arranged for us in the Holy Land.”

Zhang Chenghua’s display of the Ink Flood Dragon certainly caused a stir, not only invoking astonishment among the people of Wanjie City but also attracting the attention of many others. Zhang Chenghua was brimming with pride. He had been planning to impress everyone in the Holy Land, to make everyone realize that the Ink Flood Dragon Association was indeed the foremost power of Wanjie City, and that only he, Zhang Chenghua, had the ability to let everyone shine in the Holy Land; no one else qualified.

Zhang Chenghua’s Ink Flood Dragon, even among the beasts present in the square at the moment, was indeed noteworthy. The majority of the people from Wanjie City looked on in envy and jealousy at the Ink Flood Dragon. When Zhang Chenghua mentioned that the dragon could take them to their inn, many showed eager expressions, realizing that if not for Zhang Chenghua’s invitation, they might never have the chance to ride an Ink Flood Dragon in their lifetime.