Mountain Patrol Military Officer
Chapter 102: Fame Shakes White Emperor City (Request for Monthly Ticket)

Chapter 102: Chapter 102: Fame Shakes White Emperor City (Request for Monthly Ticket)

Dawn breaks, showering forth streams of golden light.

The Prefecture stands mighty, winding across one hundred miles.

Jianjin City boasts a thousand battlements; it encircles pools and becomes a deep abyss. Three broad avenues spread forth, twelve gates invite passage. The streets within, wide and unobstructed, house districts numbering in the thousands, nine markets flourish, bustling and chaotic.

Along the streets, brothels, taverns, and inns gather throngs of people; among them local gentry and wandering heroes raise their voices, and all kinds of people come and go.

Last night, horses galloped through the streets, startling people from all directions. Again, the sound of drums thundered at the city gates, and the Demon Cult surged fiercely. Someone rode their horse swiftly, breaking through the Demon Cult’s blockade, and then the Demon Cult’s Azure Dragon roared, shaking the sky, contesting a mountainous Token, one of its silhouettes finally rising from the earth, blocking the onslaught of the Demon Cult’s enemies. The next day, the Border Colonel, in alliance with the three major heavenly passes of White Emperor City, waged a monumental battle against the Four Symbols of the Demon Sect, an event with an overwhelming momentum, eventually repelling them and returning in victory.

Overnight, amidst undeniable twists and the grandeur of events, the gossip and excitement overflow in the taverns and alleys, as people loudly relish the stories and delve deep into spirited conversation.

In one tavern, the talk turned to the Demon Cult, leading to shouts and curses.

"Nowadays, the Demon Cult is rampant; across the thirty-plus counties outside the border, a large part has already fallen and become Demon Caves. These beasts have turned into Human Demons, becoming neither human nor ghost and brutally harming the common folk. They even aim to reach the Prefecture, but now at last we have our moment of triumph." A coarse man, with a saber at his waist and dressed in plain short clothes, his chest bared, frowned and shouted angrily. As he spoke, he clasped his fists and raised them in salute,

"Lucky for us, we have Colonel Xiang in our Prefecture, he still retains his might. He has led the troops multiple times out of the pass to fight against the great army of the Demon Cult, protecting us all. This cup of wine, from this unsophisticated man, I toast to the Colonel!"

Saying so, he held up a cup of wine, tilted it upward toward a certain place, and drank it all.

This prompted a chorus of cheers and acclaim within the tavern.

Then someone else said,

"Ah, true enough, Colonel Xiang is indeed valiant, but there are also the other three at Heavenly Pass, whose contributions are non-negligible. They are the Dragon Sect Master from the Dragon Tiger Sect, Master Xiahou from Langya Mountain, and Boss Li from the Four Seas Gang. Without them, even Colonel Xiang alone couldn’t have withstood the Four Symbols of the Demon Sect."

But upon hearing this remark, someone scoffed with a "Heh."

"Heh, let me tell you all, it’s not like that. The Three Families had disciples who were going out on some errand and ended up encountering the Demon Cult’s blockade; many people died. Last night, the forces of the Three Families came angrily, the sound of their horses’ hooves was so loud that it woke up many people, who thought the Demon Cult was attacking again, giving everyone a good scare."

"I happened to live not far from the Northern City Gate of the Prefecture and learned the cause. At that time, the forces of the Three Families were trying to forcefully break through the Northern City Gate and ended up in a standoff with the Pass Military Officer on the other side, drawing swords and readying crossbows. What followed was down to sheer luck."

A short-browed man with a goatee and somewhat sly eyes began narrating his experience from the night before as conversation fodder. As he spoke, he glanced around animatedly.

Inside the inn, although many were having heated discussions, most of them were based on rumors and didn’t know what exactly had happened the night before. Now that they heard this, they all perked up.

"Is that so?"

"Isn’t it?" As the short-browed man got to this point, his voice involuntarily dropped a notch, and he leaned his neck forward slightly,

"These high and mighty families of the Three Families are used to being overbearing. When it comes to troubles, I’d rather not say more. In my opinion, the strangest part of the whole affair was the lone figure that stood against the Demon Cult’s army."

"The Green Dragon Venerable of the Demon Cult seemed to hate this person tremendously, continually roaring his name, calling..."

This man was speaking with enthusiasm, and those around him listened intently, but just then, they noticed a group of men across the table, their arms wrapped in black bands with a white base, wearing black short clothes, cursing as they started, and the table immediately shattered.

One of them, with a swift motion, leapt up and directly threw a punch at the chest of the short-browed man.

A scream was heard from the short-browed man as he flew backward, smashing through two or three tables and chairs, clutching his chest, howling like a ghost, startling the diners.

The attacker spat fiercely onto the ground,

"Damn it, dare to slander our Four Seas Gang, asking for death!"

"What are you worth."

This person turned out to be a gang member of the Four Seas Gang.

With a fierce expression, he moved to advance...

Just then, a figure stepped in front of him...

It was the same man who had earlier expressed great admiration for the Sky Patrol Department Colonel.

"What are you, move aside." The Four Seas Gang member saw someone intervening and frowned unpleasantly.

"I am but a nobody. Your Four Seas Gang has gone too far with bullying. The man said nothing wrong, and here you are, trying to take his life. This is the Prefecture, we have laws here." The other man’s gaze was firm, his brows furrowed.

"Don’t use that to press me, our Gang Leader repelled the Demon Cult last night, gaining tremendous prestige, protecting you folks. It’s you who do not appreciate it. Even if I slaughter this guy right now, that Prefecture Colonel couldn’t fault me." The Four Seas Gang member sneered towards the end.

"You!" The opponent’s brows were filled with anger.

For a moment, the atmosphere was tense.

The tavern’s patrons had listened to the short-browed man’s story and learned of another perspective.

However, fearing retaliation from the Four Seas Gang, they were angry but dared not speak out...

Suddenly,

Voices of children calling out rushed in from outside.

"Trouble’s brewing!"

"Last night, all of the Eight Heavenly Passes mobilized simultaneously, waging battle over just one individual!"

"Thousands of miles away, there you’ll find soldiers of the Human Clan, defending a city alone!"

"......"

This commotion stirred the patrons inside the tavern. Everyone went out the doorway or pried open the windows to take a look.

On the street, there was a child about eleven or twelve years old, hustling through the crowd. He carried a basket on his back and waved a scroll in his hand, shouting along the road.

People quickly called out to him...

"Kid, what’s that in your hand?"

"The Demon Suppression Chronicles!"

"Is this a storybook novel?"

"No, this tells real-life stories, from outside the border, Qingshan County, there’s a Mountain Patrol Military Officer by the name of Chen Yuan!" The child’s voice was bright and loud, filled with excitement.

"Chen Yuan?"

"That’s the name!" An uproar rose from the inn,

"Let me have a look quickly!"

The crowd jostled and scrambled, each wanting to get their hands on a copy.

Many, curious, flipped open the book.

Then, as they followed the text on the scroll, they gradually became engrossed.

For a moment,

the atmosphere in the tavern turned strangely quiet, save for the sound of pages turning.

And behind those pages, a pair of eyes gathered, unbeknownst to anyone.

And these scenes, with each copy of "The Demon Suppression Chronicles" spreading into thousands of homes and along the streets and alleys, were unfolding.

And at some point,

from the corners of streets, between taverns and teahouses, shouts of astonishment and applause began to echo.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

"Well killed!"

"Ha-ha, how formidable!"

"Chen Yuan, Chen Yuan! So it was he!"

".,..."

Some slammed the tables as they stood up.

Some were boiling with excitement.

In Qingshan, beyond the border, a man named Chen Yuan stands guard over a city, single-handedly fighting back against the Demon Cult in a myriad of ways, oh how magnificent, stirring a fiery passion among the readers.

Soon, in White Emperor City, throughout major teahouses and taverns, his name was heard.

At this time, far away in Qingshan County, a goat-bearded old man was holed up in an inn, head bowed over a desk with a brush in hand, his writing swift and vigorous like dragons and snakes.

Just the night before, a group of refugees arrived in Qingshan County from the south, from Yinshan County, where they had suffered the ravages of the Demon Cult.

Gongsun Yang quickly heard the news and went to inquire about the happenings from those civilians, learning from them that when they were being pursued by the Demon Cult, a Martial Arts Expert, summoning a Great Sun, rescued them.

Gongsun Yang immediately knew that it must have been that great personage who intervened. He treated it as a priceless treasure, working tirelessly into the night, writing with fervent energy.

And there, the cover of that scroll clearly read "The Demon Suppression Chronicles, Volume Two!"

Just then, Gongsun Yang suddenly felt a warmth in his chest, followed by a growing heat.

His complexion changed, and he quickly pulled out a scroll from his bosom.

This scroll, at this moment, was shimmering with golden light, the pages began stirring without wind.

On it, two characters shone brightly with golden light and grew ever more intense.

Those two characters were none other than "Chen Yuan"!

As the golden light grew and the small characters took flight from the scroll, they spun and intertwined, slowly outlining a figure.

(ps: Asking for next month’s tickets, to rise in the rankings, have been around the four hundred mark, aim for the top!)