Mountain Patrol Military Officer
Chapter 258 - 230: Famous in Jinguan, Movement from All Directions (Request for Monthly Ticket)

Chapter 258: Chapter 230: Famous in Jinguan, Movement from All Directions (Request for Monthly Ticket)

Ninth Mountain’s Colonel!

This title, with a roar that echoed through storm and rain, swiftly shook Jingguan City.

Now, with the Devil Race gaining momentum, even the Great Martial Vault Demon has emerged gloriously, and eleven out of the Twelve Mountain Assault Armies are near total defeat. Jingguan City has been receiving news of retreats, city captures, and the deaths of Colonels. At this moment, however, it’s suddenly heard that there remains one troop, marching against the demons, naturally causing a great stir.

But upon further reflection, many people realized they knew almost nothing about this Ninth Mountain’s Colonel.

In the scarce memories of several commoners, this Ninth Mountain’s Colonel was newly appointed, having been conferred his title just before he left for battle.

Not much else was known!

Not even his name.

Yet, this news was like a thunderclap.

Momentarily, in the markets and alleyways, amid wind chimes and jade decorations, people everywhere were asking.

Who exactly is this Ninth Mountain’s Colonel?

While the city was curious about the origins of this Colonel, a book spread around.

"Qingshan Demon-Slaying Chronicles!"

It was said to have been passed down from a Dart master who came from White Emperor City.

At that time, the Dart master, while dining in an inn, became incredibly excited upon hearing this news, and as the whole inn discussed the origins of the Ninth Mountain’s Colonel, he proudly declared that this Colonel had come from their White Emperor City.

And with that, he presented a worn, dog-eared novel!

This book was the "Qingshan Demon-Slaying Chronicles!"

At that instant, everyone in the inn was intrigued. Amidst loud clamor and curiosity, but as too many wanted to peek at the book, someone made a bid to buy it with just a little money, but it quickly escalated beyond control, the bidding became higher and higher, even outrageously so.

Finally, one person offered 500 taels of silver, dominating the competition, to purchase this yellowed and curled "Demon Suppression Chronicles!"

Many were baffled, wondering if that person was mad, until someone revealed that he was the shopkeeper of a bookstore in the west of the city.

That afternoon, a western city bookstore proceeded to widely promote the book under the guise of revealing the origins of the Ninth Mountain’s Colonel, and soon, "Qingshan Demon-Slaying Chronicles" was a major hit and quickly sold out.

And regarding the origins of this Ninth Mountain’s Colonel, many learned a bit through reading this book!

Originally, this Colonel was a Mountain Patrol Military Officer from Qingshan County, subordinate to White Emperor City, during a period of turmoil caused by the Demon Cult. This Mountain Patrol Military Officer fought demons, exorcised evil, and saved the people of Qingshan County from cataclysm, eventually breaking through Heavenly Pass and defeating the attacking forces of the Demon Cult. But his tale abruptly ended there.

Just as "Qingshan Demon-Slaying Chronicles" was causing an uproar within Jingguan City, in some places within the city, mysterious figures were unaffected.

Some wore straw coats and bamboo hats, fishing by the river, amidst misty rain on a small flat boat, holding a fishing rod motionless like a clay statue. At one moment, someone appeared at the bow of the boat, leaning over, his lips moving rapidly, the man in the straw coat unresponsive, and the figure behind him soon vanished.

Someone resided in a quaint, ancient temple in the city, where incense smoke curled in the rain, temple bells chimed, and raindrops dripped on the moss-covered eaves. In front of a guest room, a burly figure bent over at the door, reporting about the Ninth Mountain’s Colonel, but from inside the room, a detached voice responded,

"There is no need to report such matters to me. Your task is to detect any uprisings of spiritual energy in different places, especially to the south. Although there are demon troubles there, with luck scattered, it’s the most likely place for something valuable to emerge."

"Yes!"

....

These people had come from the Central Plains, found a place to settle, acted in secret, and pursued their own objectives, searching for something.

In Eastern City, under a pavilion, there was a silver-haired man with lightning in his eyes and a radiant old man in a hemp robe playing chess.

The silver-haired man, sitting there, seemed like a tiger crouching, ready to pounce at any moment, his body faintly radiating divine light, while the old man across seemed ordinary, like any typical elder, but the inadvertent aura emitted by the man on the other side disappeared into the void around him.

At that moment, a figure dashed to the pathway in front of the pavilion, knelt on one knee, bowed his head, and waited silently.

After a while, the old man in the hemp robe placed a white stone, and the silver-haired man frowned slightly before his eyes softened and he smiled,

"I am still one move short in chess; I wonder when I will reach the same realm as my teacher!"

The old man in hemp slightly pinched the upturned corners of his mustache, "You are about to enter a crucial stage of cultivation, you still need to refine yourself, reach the utmost void, maintain tranquility. Remember these six characters."

"Indeed, Shu can serve as your place of trial. Your father calling you here is appropriate as this place is becoming increasingly bustling."

Yet, upon hearing the word ’father,’ the smile on the silver-haired man’s face slowly faded, "Father doesn’t think as much as the teacher imagines. My younger brother was killed by the Li family, and father sent me here just to avenge my brother by exterminating the Li family."

"Quanzhen, there’s no parent who doesn’t love their child, don’t let this disturb you, handle the rest yourself," the old man in hemp laughed heartily.

"As Teacher says," the silver-haired man nodded respectfully to the old man.

Then, turning his head, his expression changed to one of detachment and spoke to the figure waiting outside the pavilion, "Found it?"

Seeing the kneeling figure raise his head and pull out a scroll from his sleeve, presenting it,

The silver-haired man grabbed it,

Looking at the three characters "Demon Suppression Chronicles" on it, he couldn’t help but frown.

"A storybook?"

The subordinate hurriedly explained, "Second Young Master, the origin of the Ninth Mountain’s Colonel is recorded in this storybook. This Colonel’s surname is Chen, his name is Yuan, formerly the Mountain Patrol Military Officer from Qingshan County, hailing from White Emperor City..."

The silver-haired man opened the scroll at this moment, his eyes sharp as lightning, quickly scanning, but soon frowning deeper and deeper, then, abruptly threw the book back to the other person.

The pages of the book fluttered in the air, interrupting the speaker, to whom he said coldly:

"Check clearly before coming to me, do I really need to teach you such a trivial matter? Have you even compared the timeline in there?"

"If this storybook were to be taken as truth, wouldn’t that person just have breached Heavenly Pass last month, then immediately headed to Tianxiong Pass to annihilate a branch of the Li family, a Li family’s House Servant, and several Taoist Soldiers Celestial Pass, now he is at the front line, breaking through the Devil Race’s grand army?"

The silver-haired man’s expression turned cold, feeling increasingly displeased with the people sent by his family.

His name was Zhao Quanzhen, the second son of the Zhao Family from the Imperial Capital, whose father was Assistant Minister of the Ministry of War, but from a young age, he was sent thousands of miles away to Enlightenment Mountain for cultivation, because he was born of a concubine, without a mother, so Zhao Quanzhen had shallow affection for the Zhao family.

The old man before him was his teacher and also a Protector, the person Zhao Quanzhen respected the most in his life.

As for the speaker, he was a subordinate sent by the family.

He wanted to investigate the Ninth Mountain’s Colonel not because his little brother, whom he barely met a few times, died here, and the killer was a Li family’s House Servant. His own father, not daring to confront the Military Chief in the Imperial Capital, summoned him from thousands of miles away, preparing to confront the people sent by the Li family.

Ha, what a great father!

Zhao’s wrath towards the Li family’s investigation revealed an unexpected piece of news; the Li family targeted a Colonel, precisely the Ninth Mountain’s Colonel at Tianxiong Pass on Jiannan Road who wiped out a branch of the Li family and killed a Li family’s House Servant. Further investigation revealed that there was chaos caused by Three Families at Tianxiong Pass, it was the Ninth Mountain’s Colonel who took action, destroyed these three families using a Three-pointed Double-edged Blade, evidently stepping into the Taoist Soldier Realm.

This information might still be unknown to many.

Combining with this morning, the name of the Ninth Mountain’s Colonel resounded throughout Jingguan City, this Colonel just came into the public’s view.

The enemy of an enemy is a friend, naturally it required thorough investigation.

However, this fellow, treating the storybook as the truth, narrating it vividly to him, yet the events’ timeline in the book, compared with the information he held, seemed utterly ridiculous, just as he said.

What kind of person can within a month, from just knocking on the pass, step into the Taoist Soldier Realm, and also annihilate many of the same rank.

The subordinate who was passed the "Demon Suppression Chronicles" prepared to apologize, but then heard a voice, "Wait!"

"Let me see the book!"

An old voice, it was the old man in hemp clothes who looked somewhat astonished and spoke.

Speaking so, he beckoned with his hand.

The "Demon Suppression Chronicles" flew towards the old man.

Only to see the book hanging in mid-air, pages turning automatically without wind.

And in his eyes, the pupils and whites both emitted a dazzling purple light, staring at these fluttering pages.

Suddenly, his voice changed.

"Something is wrong!"

"This is not an ordinary storybook!"

"This book carries a kind of incense."

"All that is written here might actually all be true."

Saying this, the purple light in the eyes of the old man in hemp clothes disappeared, the "Demon Suppression Chronicles" also closed with a snap, falling onto the chessboard.

"Teacher, are you serious?" The silver-haired man looked alarmed, glancing at his teacher’s eyes.

Indeed, someone’s Martial Arts cultivation speed was terrifyingly fast.

"Hmm, it shouldn’t be fake, and moreover, the old man feels that kind of incense on it is growing stronger. This reminds the old man of a nearly extinct sect within the Hundred Schools!" The old man in hemp clothes suddenly looked profound.

"Please enlighten me, teacher!" The silver-haired man’s eyes carried curiosity.

"Novelist!"

"This is a technique of the Hundred Schools’ Novelist, by the side of this Ninth Mountain’s Colonel, there exists a Novelist leveraging influence, both complementing each other! The stronger the characters recorded, the stronger he becomes, able to make the character recognized by this Novelist, which is this Ninth Mountain’s Colonel, seems not simple indeed!"

"I remember this sect, it’s divided into several levels, one level is called ’Preaching,’ this person is almost accomplished. The old man holds deep nostalgia for this sect, let’s help them out a bit!"

The old man in hemp clothes laughed, and as his words fell, his body suddenly transformed into a cloud of vapor, scooping up the "Demon Suppression Chronicles" from the chessboard, soaring into the sky.

Then, only to see this cloud of vapor toss the "Demon Suppression Chronicles,"

with a bang, exploding a sky full of paper scraps, yet each piece of black text reflected in the void.

Then, only to see the old man in hemp clothes revealed, sitting cross-legged, lips moving rapidly, only to see each little black character rapidly enlarging, revolving around this old man.

Then, sounds like water droplets echoed in the void, each little black character quickly brightened.

Until all these characters turned golden.

The old man in hemp clothes struck towards the sky, immediately the sky’s weather changed, thundering loudly, each streak of golden characters directly flying into the sky, heading towards some part of the city.

And at this moment, as the gloomy rain-drizzled sky was about to turn completely dark, a giant black vortex appeared, a tremendous roar resounding, a streak of golden light suddenly flashed!