Chapter 1248: The Nine Water Gates (1/2)
Chapter 1248: The Nine Water Gates
Translator: LawEditor: Hitesh_
The rain was heavy. In one’s line of sight, one could see countless streams of water pouring down from the sky.
The rain seemed to know that human beings were only a breath away from the final success. Therefore, the storm was crazily strong, many times stronger than two years ago. Heavy curtains of rain smashed down from the sky, seeming to even suffocate all living beings.
The mountainside that people were resting on was protected by a formation. An invisible screen blocked the rain. It was still awfully cold and humid, but a lot better than other places. Wet firewood was slowly dried by the bonfires. Amidst dense smoke, the flames grew stronger and stronger. A few iron pots were hanging above the fires, and the tea was boiling.
Everyone was holding a large clay bowl with breaches and cracks. On higher or lower positions, they all sat on the ground together. They poured the thick and hot tea into their mouth, and let the warmth spread in their stomach. Smiles emerged on everyone’s face — The aroma of tea made them believe that they were truly alive.
Ji Hao sat side by side with Si Wen Ming, on a wet log, surrounded by many of his friends.
Huaxu Lie, Lie Mountain Kang, and many princes who chose to support Si Wen Ming, and family ministers from You Chong Clan... Everyone was sallow, completely exhausted. Some of them were princes from super clans and families, some were earls and marquises with ordinary family backgrounds, while some were commanders. They were all respected ones at high positions, but right now, they looked even more miserable than beggars.
Ji Hao even saw a floating grass coiled in Huaxu Lie’s hair, and a tiny frog squatting on Lie Mountain Kang’s head. These two princes were supposed to be the ones to be taken care of, but at the moment, they didn’t even have to time to clean themselves. They were sitting on the moist ground, gulping tea like two old farmers.
These years, Ji Hao let his mind sink into the embryo of Dao of evolvement, trying to understand and absorb the immeasurable great Dao possessed by it. He left a small part of his spirit t control his body, but still, he heard many stories about Si Wen Ming and his followers.
In one story about Si Wen Ming, he passed by his home three times, but never went in…Ji Hao clearly knew that ‘three’ was an unreal number. Si Wen Ming had been rushing around between Pu Ban City and all the ‘battlefields’; he passed by his own home countless times, but he never went back to that home, not even to take a single, short glance.
Before the flood, he married Tushan Princess, and days later, Tushan Princess got pregnant. Years had passed until now, yet Si Wen Ming didn’t even have the time to take a look at his son, who could already run.
Tasting the bitter tea, Ji Hao glanced at Si Wen Ming.
Si Wen Ming was wearing nothing but that ragged piece of hide. His body was covered in scratches and bite wounds. A few large wounds were left by venoms, but more scarily, a bowl-sized piece of his left thigh was bitten off, and his right rib area was deeply dented. At least three ribs of his were missing.
Si Wen Ming was a Divine Magus, who was supposed to be able to regrow a body from a single drop of blood. Reasonably, no wound should be left on his body at all.
”Uncle, your wounds?” Ji Hao was shocked. Looking at Si Wen Ming’s wounds, then glancing at Huaxu Lie and Lie Mountain Kang, who were also covered in injuries, Ji Hao couldn’t even imagine what they had been through in the past two years, and how many battles they had fought when they rushed all over Midland.
Ji Hao was protected by the Pan Gu bell and the Taiji cloak. He also had supreme treasures like the nine dragons chariot and the golden bridge. No ordinary living being could easily hurt him. Therefore, these years, no wound managed to find a place on Ji Hao’s body.