Above the Great Dao
Chapter 570 - 264: Making a High-Profile Entrance into Beijing (Requesting Monthly Tickets in Mid-Month!)

Chapter 570: Chapter 264: Making a High-Profile Entrance into Beijing (Requesting Monthly Tickets in Mid-Month!)

This night, Chen Shi had seized twenty-four Franco Cannons under the command of Cao Chuting, capturing over two thousand bullet cores the size of human heads. They were placed around Cao Chuting’s campsite overnight, waiting for this moment.

The explosion lit up the sky, and even those far more than a hundred miles away, like Tian Yue’e and others, could see the golden-yellow mushroom-shaped fireball soaring into the heavens.

And on the outskirts of the mushroom cloud, there were fierce silver-white lightning bolts crisscrossing like a plow, sweeping around, terribly shocking.

Such power, even for those with heaven-reaching abilities, resulted in death by bombardment!

The explosion even whipped up a violent wind, skimming the ground, wherever it passed, everything was demolished!

Chen Shi watched as the fire and lightning gradually dissipated. After the wind had passed, he carefully inspected the campsite for any survivors. If there were any, they still needed to be utterly eradicated.

Cao Chuting’s campsite had turned into a magma pit, the ground scorched molten, nothing was left.

"The power of the lightning fire is truly domineering."

Chen Shi chilled with a hint of increased awe towards the Qianyang Mountain Lord.

He quietly retreated and returned the way he came.

By dawn, Tian Yue’e, Huang Fengnian, and others, anxiously waited throughout the night. Nothing occurred all night, it was peaceful, except for some Evil Spirits that came near the wooden cart, chatting with a few insomniac scholars about trivial family matters, luring them out to play.

There were also Evil Spirits dancing in the strong wind, making flirtatious poses, enchanting and graceful, but alas, no one was tempted.

Everyone stayed near the wooden cart, not stepping out even half a step.

By the time the skies cleared and the wind ceased, all the Evil Spirits had vanished too.

Black Pot straightened his back, picked off the lantern, blew out the candle inside, and stored it away. Then, he fetched rice, flour, oil, and moved out tables, chairs, and kitchenware, with everyone else helping to make a fire and cook.

Occasionally, someone felt something off, but soon everything felt normal again, and there was talk of an extra person among them, though no one could pinpoint who.

Black Pot busied himself, being called a classmate, and was naturally counted as one of them, as if he was also a scholar heading to the capital for examinations.

Some felt that during the times at the private school, Black Pot was there too, a schoolmate who had studied with them for several years, and their friendship was incredibly strong.

They spoke with Black Pot; although he did not respond, everyone felt they were acknowledged.

Then, they saw Chen Shi approaching from afar. They immediately put down their tasks as others noticed him too and watched as he came closer.

"Everything is alright now," Chen Shi smiled as he spoke to them.

Everything was alright?

The scholars were a bit perplexed. Did the ones who bombarded them retreat?

Sun Yisheng woke up, severely injured, paralyzed in the wooden cart, bewilderedly looking around as he opened his eyes.

Chen Shi approached him, Black Pot served a bowl of thin porridge which Chen Shi took, tested its temperature—it was no longer hot—then, helping him sit up, fed him the porridge.

"Let’s return home."

Tears fell into the porridge as Sun Yisheng’s mouth quivered, his hoarse voice spoke, "Young master, let’s go home. The Western Capital is too dangerous, Lord Chen Tang can’t protect you. Going back could save your life, and being alive is better than anything..."

Chen Shi chuckled, "Mr. Sun, being alive is certainly the best, but if we could live even better, we should strive for it. Look at these scholars, they’re also risking their lives rushing to the Western Capital. I consider myself no less capable than others, why should I settle?"

He paused, then said, "There’s also another thing, Cao Chuting, the leader of Divine Mechanism Camp, isn’t stronger than you and couldn’t withstand the lightning fire either."

Sun Yisheng’s body shuddered, "Leader Cao Chuting? Is he the one who plotted against us? Where is he?"

Chen Shi responded, "I heard that last night while he was handling gunpowder, he accidentally blew himself up."

Sun Yisheng glanced at him.

Chen Shi’s expression was normal; he wasn’t sure if Chen Shi was joking.

Although Cao Chuting was just a leader, his strength was immensely strong, and being with Divine Mechanism Camp, who always dealt with gunpowder, how could he blow himself up?

He found it hard to believe.

Chen Shi fed him porridge, smiling, "Don’t think too much, just focus on healing. Strive to heal before returning to the Western Capital; come back plump and healthy, so Lord Chen Tang won’t think I’ve mistreated you."

Sun Yisheng snorted, thinking to himself, "Young Master Chen is always worried about leaving a bad impression on Lord Chen Tang."

"Cao Chuting is just a leader, there are sixteen similar leaders in Divine Mechanism Camp."

He took the bowl himself, eating hungrily, "He was in charge of the red barbarian cannon, and there are those specifically in charge of the Franco Cannons, which are faster, a leader manages forty-eight Franco Cannons. There are also those in charge of weapons resembling the mouth of a bowl, the musket’s barrel is as wide as a bowl, fitting three-inch bullets, one shot could shatter the Primordial Spirit in the Divinity Transformation Realm, a leader manages four hundred men, all equipped with such large-barreled guns. Besides, there’s the Fire Scythe leader, who majors in lightning fire Skill, supplemented by gunpowder, hehe, where they pass, mountains are leveled."

He finished his meal, passed the bowl to a fellow, signaling for another bowl, "Cao Chuting came to kill you, someone must have hired him, if this strike failed, will that person send another? You must be careful."

Chen Shi was inwardly alert, "I will be cautious."

Sun Yisheng drank two large bowls of thin porridge, feeling slightly spirited and lay in the wooden cart to rest.

After everyone finished their breakfast and was clearing up, another group of candidates caught up with them, over ten people, also scholars struggling forward with their book boxes.