Chapter 73 – Long Pifu (2/2)

“Leader of Dragon City! Leader of Dragon City!”

Despite Qinghan’s disillusion, the crowd burst out into an ear-piercing shouting. As the leader walked out with an amicable smile, the resounding sounds grew louder and louder, as more people joined in. Out of sheer respect, numerous cultivators waved their arms in the air, screaming their lungs out, in order to welcome the number one cultivator of the Mars Prefecture.

An affable smile was plastered on Long Pifu’s face, just like an ordinary grandfather. Without any bodyguards, he silently stood in front of the gate. Despite his short figure, people found that he looked like an insurmountable mountain. When the yelling faded away, his body slowly rose up into the air, as if there was a mysterious power underneath his feet that propelled him up. The crowd widened their eyes in utter disbelief.

As was known to all, either a cultivator in the Realm of the Emperor, or a cultivator in the Realm of the Saint, would be able to fly with the help of Battle Qi. Long Pifu, however, flew up without showing any trace of unleashed Battle Qi. Indeed, in the square, there were many cultivators in the Realm of the Prince, and even they failed to sense any Battle Qi around Long Pifu.

“Leader of Dragon City!”

Once again, a wave of exclamations exploded forth. Looking up at the leader, people called out his title with great enthusiasm. With a slight nod, Long Pifu held his palms down, as a sign to stop the yelling.

“Hello, everyone, I’m Long Pifu! Tomorrow, the Elite Prefecture War will be launched. I don’t have very much to say to you, but may I ask one thing: Are you ready?” Long Pifu spoke in a soft tone, but it could be clearly heard.

“We are ready!” The response made by millions of people sounded like the waves of a tsunami, which almost drowned the square. Qinghan was astounded by the popularity of this leader.

“Very good! But don’t forget, the demons in the west, and the barbarians in the east, are also fully prepared for this war. Young fellows, sharpen your weapons and fight! Thirty years ago, we used our weapons to bring down those bastards from the other two prefectures. Now, it’s your turn. Please bear in mind, you’re supposed to fight until the last minute to safeguard the glory of our prefecture! I’ll wait for your return, on this square, in three years from now!” Long Pifu continued, in a composed, amicable, but confident voice.

“We’re going to war!”

“We’ll fight until the last minute!”

The passion of the crowd was fully kindled by Long Pifu’s stimulating speech. Countless people began to wave their weapons in the air, as they were roaring like ambitious lions. However, in the middle of their excitement, Long Pifu turned around, and only his shadow could be seen, as he had already vanished.

Soon after, a group of cultivators in white robes walked out of the mansion, with each of them holding a white crystal bar in their hands.

Unexpectedly, three white-robed cultivators rose up in the air, one of whom flew forward to the crowd, and said, “In front of you, there are one hundred crystal bars that are used to test your true capabilities. You just need to stand in front a bar, and exert your Battle Qi, which will be automatically clung to the crystal bar. This way, we can tell exactly how strong you are. As per your strength, we will give each of you a badge, which needs your blood to be activated. Now, please line up.”

Feng Zi took the initiative, and walked directly towards one crystal bar. By holding his left hand, he exerted the Battle Qi inside his palm, and then applied it to the bar. Immediately, the white bar turned dark yellow.

“The third level of the Realm of the General. Dark yellow badge. Please drop your blood to activate your badge.” The man standing beside the bar said coldly, as he handed a dark yellow ring to Feng Zi.

Accordingly, Feng Zi squeezed a drop of blood out of his finger, and dripped it onto the ring. Incredibly, the ring instantly lit up, as a vague character of “war” emerged on its surface.

Translated XianXiaWorld