Dragon God Supreme

Chapter 62: Chapter 062 Minor Trouble

Feng Wuchen descended from the mountain peak on his sword and saw the soldiers respectfully arrayed in neat formations to greet him, their faces completely transformed from anger to reverence.

The moment Feng Wuchen touched the ground, the soldiers all knelt on one knee and respectfully cried out, “Thank you, Master Feng, for granting us this favor!”

Their resounding voices echoed through the mountains, waves of echoes lingering long in the mountain range.

The soldiers’ respect was genuine, deeply moving Feng Wuchen. The feeling of receiving such a reward after giving so much was incredibly wondrous to him.

“Master Feng, we have wronged you! Master Feng has been sincere with us, yet we…”

“Master Feng has taken great pains, wholeheartedly helping us enhance our strength, yet we were blind to our good fortune. We are willing to accept any punishment Master Feng deems fit!”

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“The transformation we have achieved today is all thanks to Master Feng, our second parents. The grace Master Feng has shown us will forever be etched in our hearts.”

The soldiers offered sincere apologies, their words heartfelt, and the iron-blooded men had tears brimming in their eyes.

“All of you, stand up,” Feng Wuchen managed to say, his voice slightly choked with emotion. Though he had spent only a month with them, the impression was deeply ingrained.

Perhaps it was the initial resentment and anger of the soldiers, as well as their spirit of enduring hardships, that had so profoundly touched Feng Wuchen.

From the soldiers’ initial doubts to their sincere treatment in the end, Feng Wuchen was deeply moved.

“Please, Master Feng, punish us!” the soldiers shouted.

The spirit of the hot-blooded men and their strong, willingness to take responsibility was fully demonstrated by the soldiers.

“Good!” Feng Wuchen shouted. “All soldiers, heed my command! As punishment, you all have half an hour to gather one hundred herbs each and bring them back!”

“Yes!” The soldiers shouted respectfully and then more than five hundred men dashed off in all directions at a stunning speed, vanishing from sight in just a few breaths.

“Thank you, Master Feng, for your meticulous cultivation!” After the soldiers ventured into the mountains, Ye Cangqiong bowed deeply to Feng Wuchen in gratitude, his demeanor extremely reverent.

“Great General, you are too kind,” Feng Wuchen said with a light smile.

“The astonishing improvements in the soldiers are all thanks to Master Feng! The strength of the Supreme Physique is truly shocking,” Ling Zhantian added.

Feng Wuchen replied, “The Supreme Physique is but an auxiliary cultivation technique. Their remarkable improvement is entirely due to their own constitution.”

As he said this, he turned his gaze to Ye Cangqiong and continued, “Great General, my task here is complete, and it is time for me to leave the Imperial Capital.”

“Is Master Feng leaving so soon? The State Preceptor and the prince have not yet returned, and the soldiers are also still out there,” the Great General asked in astonishment.

“There is no banquet under heaven that does not end. I have selected ten individuals, and if they are willing, let them come to Yunzhou to find me. We shall meet again,” Feng Wuchen said with a light smile, bowing his fist before turning to leave the military camp.

If he were to wait for Yang Tianxian, Situ Zhentian, and the soldiers to return, it would not be so easy for Feng Wuchen to leave.

Having spent a month in the camp, engaging in both artifact refining and alchemy, and instructing the two elders, he had already delayed his own cultivation time substantially.

After the soldiers returned and learned that Feng Wuchen had already left, each of them felt immeasurably forlorn, their eyes filled with reluctant farewell, regretting not treating Feng Wuchen properly at the beginning, regretting they had realized too late!

“Master Feng has selected ten of you. If you are willing, you may leave the camp to follow Master Feng,” Ye Cangqiong said with a sigh, naturally noticing the soldiers’ reluctance to part with Feng Wuchen.

“Leng Mucheng, Chi Huang…” Ye Cangqiong called out ten soldier names in one breath, then said, “Master Feng should still be in the Imperial Capital. If you’re willing, go ahead; if you cannot find him in the Imperial Capital, then go to Yunzhou.”

Leng Mucheng and nine others exchanged glances before, led by Leng Mucheng, they bowed deeply to Ye Cangqiong and the other generals. Then they promptly left the camp at speed. Only two did not decide to leave.

“Why are you not going?” Ye Cangqiong asked, turning his gaze to the two soldiers who had stayed behind.

“We swear to follow the Great General to our deaths!” the two soldiers responded in unison.

“Ah,” Ye Cangqiong sighed softly.

“Reporting to the Great General! The State Preceptor and the prince have returned!” A general ran quickly to report.

Yang Tianxian and Situ Zhentian came to the camp filled with excitement. However, by the time they arrived, Feng Wuchen was no longer there.

“What? The master has left?” Situ Zhentian exclaimed in shock!

“Master?” The soldiers were all stunned; Situ Zhentian actually called Feng Wuchen his master!

The soldiers were confused; when had Situ Zhentian become a disciple of Feng Wuchen?

“Too late after all!” Yang Tianxian said, shaking his head helplessly.

“State Preceptor, what happened?” Ye Cangqiong asked.

“The emperor just issued a decree, bestowing upon Master Feng the title of Grand Commander of the Empire! He personally leads the Black Flag Army and the Sky Shadow Cavalry, while you, Great General, will serve as the chief commander, in charge of the entire military of the Empire! The order has been sent out, and all the Empire’s officials already know of this matter,” Yang Tianxian said with a rueful smile, having just missed the opportunity.

“Grand Commander?” Everyone present was once again shocked, their eyes wide open.

Ye Cangqiong was stunned for a moment then shook his head, “State Preceptor, I can tell that Master Feng is not someone to be confined. Our Empire cannot keep him. I realized this from the moment he asked to take people with him.”

“What a pity, those officers must be disappointed,” Yang Tianxian sighed and shook his head, feeling disappointed himself.

Yang Tianxian hadn’t even become a disciple yet, and with Feng Wuchen gone, who knew when he would see him again?

“Since the emperor has already issued the order, the position of Grand Commander belongs to no one but Master Feng, regardless of whether he’s in the Empire or not; he is still the Grand Commander!” Yang Tianxian continued, although he had not formally become a disciple, he already regarded Feng Wuchen as his master.

“State Preceptor, Master Feng just left an hour ago, should we go after him?” Ling Zhantian asked.

Yang Tianxian shook his head and said, “No need, Master Feng is capable of Sword Flight, and he might have already left the Imperial Capital by now.”

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After leaving the military camp, Feng Wuchen had already returned to the bustling city of Feiyun City.

His first activity in Feiyun City was to fill his stomach, after which he planned to leave the Imperial Capital for Yunzhou.

The Imperial Capital was full of royal relatives and children of high officials, completely unrelated to Feng Wuchen, who did not intend to stay there.

Of course, it wasn’t that Feng Wuchen was afraid; he simply didn’t want too much trouble to affect his cultivation.

Feng Wuchen was unaware of the emperor’s decree appointing him as Grand Commander, nor did he know that Leng Mucheng and his group had already left the military camp to find him!

Upon entering a famous restaurant named Tianxian Tower in Feiyun City, known for its beautiful singing courtesans and most importantly, a beautiful and young proprietoress, many a man came here for her, including numerous children of high officials.

The restaurant was bustling with activity, on the central stage, courtesans were dancing gracefully, each able to sing and dance seductively, ensnaring the gazes of all the men, who were all drooling and rubbing their hands together like they were about to turn into beasts.

Feng Wuchen merely glanced at them and then headed upstairs.

It wasn’t that Feng Wuchen didn’t enjoy the view, but rather that the seats by the railing on the second floor offered a more comfortable view.

What puzzled him, though, was that such a prime spot was unoccupied.

Just as Feng Wuchen was wondering about this, he noticed many astonished glances sweeping his way.

“Is there something wrong with this table?” Feng Wuchen thought to himself, sensing something off about those people’s stares.

The shopkeeper of the restaurant also noticed Feng Wuchen, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, and she quickly ascended to the second floor.

It had to be said that the female shopkeeper was very pretty, clad in a fiery red cheongsam, very well-endowed, with seductive curves and a hint of spring in her every movement, a living seductress.

Seeing the shopkeeper come up, many people showed a schadenfreude expression.

This made Feng Wuchen even more perplexed since he had no idea what was going on.

On the platform, Feng Zhengxiong, Xiao Qingqing, and the other members of the Feng family were panic-stricken.

Feng Wuchen’s injuries were extremely serious, with one stab piercing through his Qi Sea; the platform’s ground turned a swath of red.

“Elder, how’s Chen Er’s injury?” Xiao Qingqing asked anxiously.

“Take Wuchen back for treatment immediately!” The Feng family’s Elder, Feng Qianyang, said gravely.

“Outrageous!” Hearing Feng Qianyang’s words, Feng Zhengxiong flew into a rage, the ferocious killing intent erupting unchecked, “Mo Qianshan! If Chen Er doesn’t survive today, I will absolutely not spare your Mo family!”

“This matter has nothing to do with me. If the Feng Family Head really wants to attack my Mo family, I am ready to welcome you at any time,” the Mo family head replied indifferently, leaving without turning his head.

Even though Feng Zhengxiong had already broken through to the Ninth Level of the Transformative Realm, the Mo family head was not the least bit afraid.

“Family Head Feng, I forgot to tell you that Ling’er’s current identity is a student at Tianyan Academy. Not to mention that it was Wuchen himself who thrust the sword, even if Ling’er killed him, your Feng family can’t do anything about it. With Tianyan Academy and my Huangfu family’s support, you should weigh your own strength before trying to deal with the Mo family,” the young man on the platform sneered proudly.

After a scornful laugh, the young man added, “Do you know what a Sixth Grade Martial Soul signifies? I have never heard of Unmatched City producing a genius with a Sixth Grade Martial Soul before, let alone a woman. Even at Tianyan Academy, Ling’er stands out among the best.”

Leaving those words behind, the young man also departed.

“Tianyan Academy?” Feng Zhengxiong’s face underwent a severe change, but he had no time to think further, quickly leaving with the severely injured Feng Wuchen.

By comparison, Feng Wuchen’s life was more important.

“Mo Ling’er has been recruited by Tianyan Academy? When did this happen?”

“As expected of Unmatched City’s top genius, Mo Ling’er was recruited by Tianyan Academy!”

“A Sixth Grade Martial Soul, such a powerful talent—Tianyan Academy would be crazy not to recruit her! Mo Ling’er’s future accomplishments will be boundless!”

“Having such an astonishing talent, if I were in her place, I would do the same. Such a powerful gift indeed offers better choices. Wuchen cannot blame Mo Ling’er.”

The entire venue was shocked by such genius, truly making the people of Unmatched City envious.

Mo Ling’er’s entry into Tianyan Academy meant her status had risen even higher, so Wuchen had even less standing to reach for her.

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In the Feng family hall, there was silence, and worry and urgency were written on the faces of the higher-ups.

Less than a quarter hour had passed when Feng Qianyang appeared in the hall, his elderly face showing traces of sorrow and helplessness.

“Elder, how is Chen Er?” Xiao Qingqing asked anxiously; everyone’s eyes turned toward Feng Qianyang.

Feng Qianyang shook his head helplessly, saying, “Wuchen’s injury is too severe; his Dan Tian is damaged, and he has dropped to the Second Layer of the Body Refining Realm. With my strength as a First-grade Alchemist, I can’t save Wuchen.”

“Elder, do you mean to say Chen Er won’t make it?” Feng Zhengxiong asked in panic, his gaze locked onto Feng Qianyang.

“Elder, please think of a way! You must save Chen Er!” Xiao Qingqing collapsed upon hearing this, tears streaming down like rain.

Feng Qianyang shook his head again, with a sigh, “Unless it’s a remedy concocted by a Third-grade Alchemist. But where could we find a Third-grade Alchemist in Unmatched City?”

Upon hearing this, Feng Zhengxiong sat down in despair. Feng Qianyang’s words had effectively pronounced a death sentence for Feng Wuchen.

“Mo Ling’er!” Feng Yuan, the eldest son, gnashed his teeth, his fists clenched with rage, “I will never forgive you! If my younger brother doesn’t survive, I’ll make sure you join him in death!”

“Elder, is there truly no other way?” Xiao Qingqing asked through tearful sobs, unwilling to give up even the faintest glimmer of hope.

“I truly have no means to help. Wuchen has not much time left—you can go and see him for the last time,” Feng Qianyang shook his head once more.

Sorrow and anger spread through the hall.

At that moment, Feng Wuchen was still unconscious, his life force extremely fragile, hanging by a thread.

However, not long after, something miraculous happened!

The wound at Wuchen’s Dan Tian, inflicted by the sword, began to heal at a visible rate!

The next second, Feng Wuchen suddenly opened his eyes wide, gasping for air as if he’d been holding his breath underwater for hours, looking as though he had a nightmare, his head covered in cold sweat, his face pale with fright.

“What… What was that black thing?” Feng Wuchen wiped off his sweat, speaking with fright, but before he could think further, his expression suddenly changed, “My… My injury, what… what happened?”

“Ah…”

As Feng Wuchen was startled and astonished, his head suddenly felt as if it had been stabbed by a sword, the pain immense, his face instantly contorting. Then, a massive influx of information poured into his mind.

“This is…” Accepting the massive influx of information without resistance, Feng Wuchen was so shocked that his eyes nearly popped out; he nearly forgot the severe throbbing pain in his head.

“This is the memory of the Evil Dragon God! He is from the Ancient Dragon God Clan! It’s said the Dragon Clan is an all-powerful Supreme with no equal. How could the Evil Dragon God be hiding within me, looking to use my body to reincarnate? This… Could this all be a dream?” Feng Wuchen cried out in disbelief, feeling that everything was utterly implausible.

The Ancient Dragon God Clan, Feng Wuchen had never heard of such a thing. It was only when these massive snippets of information suddenly emerged in his mind that he felt as if he were still in a dream.

In the memory of the Evil Dragon God, Feng Wuchen came to know that the Evil Dragon God was from the Ancient Dragon God Clan, which had two Holy Sons, Long Tianhun and Long Tianzhan.

The two were the most dazzling geniuses of the Dragon God Clan, but they tore their faces apart in their fight for the supreme throne of the Dragon Clan. They had been openly and secretly struggling against each other for years.

In the end, on the day of the election for the supreme throne, Long Tianhun was not chosen due to having improper motives, and his brother Long Tianzhan successfully became the next Supreme of the Dragon Clan.

In terms of talent and strength, Long Tianhun was not inferior to Long Tianzhan. In a world where strength was esteemed, he believed he could make the Dragon God Clan even more powerful, and that the supreme throne of the Dragon Clan should rightfully belong to him, but alas, it did not.

Long Tianhun felt it was his father playing favorites. He could not accept the supreme throne falling into Long Tianzhan’s hands. His hatred grew deeper over time, and eventually, Long Tianhun led many strong members of the Dragon Clan away, severing ties with the Dragon God Clan completely.

As a result, Long Tianhun also changed his name to the Evil Dragon God!

To forcibly seize the supreme throne of the Dragon Clan, Long Tianhun brazenly recruited soldiers and horses.

A great war broke out within the Dragon God Clan. With overwhelming power, Long Tianhun defeated Long Tianzhan, seized the Dragon God Seal, and thought he had secured the supreme throne, only to be sealed by divine skills used by the six elders of the Dragon God Clan in the end.

“This… this can’t be real, right? The Evil Dragon God is too terrifying! No, those six elders are even more terrifying!” As he flipped through the memories of the Evil Dragon God, Feng Wuchen trembled in horror, sweating profusely and gasping for air.

“Third Young Master! You… you’re awake?” Just as Feng Wuchen was shivering in fright, the room door was suddenly opened, and a beautiful maid rushed in.

The maid had been alarmed by the screams coming from the room earlier. When she rushed in and saw Feng Wuchen awake, she was completely dumbfounded.

“Young Master Wang, he’s just a kid, why stoop to his level?” the shopkeeper chimed in quickly, hoping to speak in defense of Feng Wuchen.

“Not even you speaking up will do today. If someone dares to take my seat today, tomorrow there will be others who won’t take me seriously!” Wang He shook his head and with a fierce look towards Feng Wuchen, he ordered coldly, “Kill him!”

The shopkeeper, unable to interfere, gave Feng Wuchen a helpless glance. There was no need for her to risk her life for a young man she had just met.

Feng Wuchen’s icy gaze fixed on Wang He, he asked indifferently, “Are you speaking to me?”