Mysteries of Immortal Puppet Master-Chapter 750 - 239: A man should spill blood on the battlefield, wield his sword with passion, piercing the brilliance of the sun!
Chapter 750 -239: A man should spill blood on the battlefield, wield his sword with passion, piercing the brilliance of the sun!
Xiang Yue, as the Elephant King, carries two burdens, making the possibility of siring offspring quite slim. He cannot help but seek out love and descendants!
“Alas!” Xiang Yue sighed deeply, glanced at Ning Zhuo, then fixed his gaze on Zhu Xuanji, “What does your Southern Bean Country want this king to do?”
“Wait a moment,” Ning Zhuo suddenly gestured, “I shall take my leave first, you two gentlemen talk slowly.”
Despite the close relationship with Zhu Xuanji, and the alliance between the Nandou Royal Family’s Zhu Family and the Ning Family, Ning Zhuo never lost his sense of propriety.
Zhu Xuanji represented Southern Bean Country, laying plans in Thousand Peak Forest, a state secret that Ning Zhuo was reluctant to know excessively.
But Zhu Xuanji declared, “It’s fine.”
With a chuckle, Ning Zhuo still chose not to stay, actively withdrawing instead.
Zhu Xuanji showed a confident, poised smile, “Ning Zhuo, it’s okay if you don’t wish to listen, but don’t leave in a hurry, I have news of your mother. And this intelligence is tremendously valuable for you.”
Ning Zhuo was taken aback, and upon realizing, his face changed drastically, unable to hide his excitement, “Lord Zhu, is this true?”
This time, Xiang Yue chuckled, “Is this how Southern Bean Country’s Divine Hunter operates?”
Being held by weaknesses, he had to comply, witnessing Ning Zhuo also cornered, couldn’t help but reduce his ill feelings toward the latter, used the opportunity to jest at Zhu Xuanji.
Ning Zhuo, however, didn’t hold strong resentments toward Zhu Xuanji, instead felt grateful, “Old Zhu is one of the few who knows my true purpose. I didn’t expect him to secretly gather intelligence for me, doing so much. As expected of Old Zhu, a good person.”
Ning Zhuo still actively distanced himself, leaving Zhu Xuanji and Xiang Yue to converse alone.
He arrived at a mountainside, gazing afar at the mountain scenery.
The sunset’s afterglow, the setting sun like blood.
The grand battle began at dawn and lasted till dusk.
A strong mountain wind blew, stirring a pine wave like tide between the ridges, also lofting Ning Zhuo’s long hair, his robes fluttering.
The twilight’s light shone upon Ning Zhuo.
Draped in a white robe stained with blood, having just emerged from a great battle, his whole body still feverishly hot, his eyes bright, and his energy robust.
Recalling scene after scene on the battlefield, thinking of the desperate fight between foes, each character playing their part, showcasing their skills, all remarkably brilliant.
Mechanical Princess stood steadfast as a pillar, Mu Lan’s Divine Arrow fiercely intimidating, Xu Dali struggled bitterly, Zhao Xi cunningly fled, Lord Long fought to the death offering his life, Xiang Yue crushed the rotten, Li Jiuji was insidious and malicious, Chen Lingfeng became demonically frantic, Jin Tunhe had transcendent talent, Lu Hongtu was cautious and mature, Ding Pi and Jia Wan harbored killing intent within, Du Tiechuan transformed with Divine Power, while Young Master Shengxu overturned the battlefield…
Also, Fire Cloud Camp burned countless enemies, White Jade Camp was completely annihilated, Three Generals Camp became more seasoned, Red Flower Camp achieved abundant battle results…
Such various events galloped through his mind like a flowing film, stirring his emotions, emitted an unstoppable light shout.
The youth’s light shout reverberated through the mountain forest, arousing another mountain wind, lifting an emerald sea billowing.
“Without traveling, how can one personally experience such a splendid life?”
“Such a battlefield, I desire to experience again.”
“Battling against various elites, in life and death struggles, exhausting one’s mind, exerting utmost effort to shine brilliantly oneself, while witnessing others’ glory, akin to drinking a fierce wine, making one irresistibly intoxicated.”
“Boss, I suddenly understand you!”
Ning Zhuo transmitted thoughts to Sun Lingtong, “Is this the thrill you pursue?”
Sun Lingtong suddenly found inspiration, her eyes turned, “This is called: A man should bathe the battlefield in blood, drunk with a green blade piercing the sun’s radiance.”
Ning Zhuo chuckled lightly, “It’s rare for boss to have the poetic spirit.”
Sun Lingtong giggled, shouted, “I’ve only thought of this one line.”
Ning Zhuo: “Then let me complete it for you, boss.”
Thinking briefly, he softly chanted, “Divine arrow shatters clouds, fire lights the sunset, mad saber drinks blood, iron blooms into flowers. The three armies thunder against mountain and hill, a call winds swiftly sweeping yellow sand. What does it matter to fight a hundred battles till one’s body turns to ashes, as long as one’s spirit remains ever expansive. A man should bathe the battlefield in blood, drunk with a green blade piercing the sun’s radiance!”
As the words settled, Zhu Xuanji appeared, offering high praise, “Good poem!”
