Chapter 627: The Black Blade (Patreon)

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The fruit on the Iron Tree continued to split open, revealing its true form inside, a large black blade.

As the fruit shell completely split open, unable to contain the black blade inside any longer, it fell straight down and plunged into the ground, the blade sinking into the soil with even its hilt buried within.

Wang Hong dug out a large hole in the soil and finally pulled the long blade out from the ground.

The blade was entirely black, seven feet long in total, with a blade three feet long and a hilt four feet long.

Holding it in his hand, he could feel its weight; it was at least over a hundred thousand catties. Trying to chop at the Iron Tree with it, a branch was cleanly severed.

"Ah! It seems this fruit is indeed not for consumption!"

He felt some regret that the fruit he had nurtured with such effort couldn't be eaten.

Nevertheless, it was indeed a good blade, sharp, sturdy, and powerful, very suitable for his current use.

Trying to infuse Spiritual Power into the blade, however, proved futile; Spiritual Power couldn't pass through it at all.

It seemed it could only be used as a close combat weapon.

But this black blade was certainly sharp enough; even the branches of the Iron Tree, which his primary Flying Sword struggled to sever, were easily cut by it.

Wang Hong tried the black blade on many objects, all of which it sliced through in one stroke, damaging quite a few things.

After testing the blade, he satisfactorily put it away, burying it under the Ore beneath the Iron Tree once again.

Additionally, he planted the severed branch he had previously cut off, embedding some spirit ore around it.

When Wang Hong emerged from the cave mansion, it wasn't long before Little Peng and its partner arrived.

After consuming some high-tier Demon Clan bloodlines in recent years, Little Peng had finally advanced to the fourth tier of Demonic Beast.

"Your Majesty, we have offspring!"

Little Peng's face was full of joy as it came to report to Wang Hong, with a pure white bird nestled in its Rainbow Mountain Chicken's wings behind it.

The white bird couldn't speak yet, only chirping at Wang Hong a few times.

"Congratulations!"

Wang Hong was also happy for Little Peng, but as he glanced at the white bird, he couldn't help but wonder why it was pure white.

He felt a bit puzzled; Little Peng was gray-yellow with some golden feathers mixed in, while its Dao Companion Rainbow Mountain Chicken had feathers of seven colors.

How did these two produce a pure white offspring? However, he didn't voice this question, as he didn't want to hurt their Dao Companion's feelings.

Yet, just because Wang Hong didn't ask didn't mean Little Peng wouldn't speak.

"Your Majesty, look at us, neither of us is of pure color, yet we've unexpectedly produced a pure white offspring. Isn't it surprising? Isn't it unexpected! Your Majesty, look at its beautiful and noble fur color, so elegant. I never expected that in my lifetime, I could produce such an outstanding descendant!"

Seeing Little Peng's proud expression, Wang Hong had ten thousand questions in his mind, all of which he swallowed back.

"Alright! Today, we'll celebrate Little Peng's precious child properly."

With that, Wang Hong arranged for some delicacies and brought out several jars of Spirit Wine, just the three of them, without inviting anyone else, mainly because Wang Hong was afraid of gossip.

That day, Little Peng got drunk again. Taking advantage of its intoxication, Wang Hong subtly hinted a few things to the Rainbow Mountain Chicken.

As for whether it could take it in, Wang Hong wasn't too sure.

Another year passed, and the caravan returning from trading with the Southern Region of Hezhou finally arrived.

This time, the caravan's trading journey took much longer than before.

After inquiring, it was found that the journey of this trade caravan was quite smooth, without any recurrence of the Redeye Bandit, which was a concern before.

However, Hezhou in the Southern Region has once again plunged into a large-scale war, as the Demon Clan from East Zhou has joined forces to invade the Southern Region.

To avoid affecting the ongoing war in the Southern Region, the caravan directly delivered Spiritual Objects for trade, hence taking some extra time.

"How is the situation in Hezhou now?"

"Although the cultivators in the Southern Region received substantial resources from us before, enhancing their strength significantly, they are still no match for the Demon Clan in overall strength. I'm afraid they won't be able to hold on for much longer," sighed Zhang Chunfeng.

Wang Hong knew that behind the Demon Clan in Hezhou were fifth-tier Demonic Beasts, while on the Human Clan side, ever since the fall of East Zhou, there had been no appearance of Soul Transformation cultivators.

Whatever the reason, with the Demon Clan having fifth-tier members, the ultimate defeat of the Human Clan was inevitable.

As for seeking help from the Human Clan forces on Fengwu Continent, Wang Hong never considered it.

Even if the fifth-tier of the Demon Clan is already involved, wouldn't the high-level members of the Human Clan's Soul Transformation know about it? The Desolate Spirit Sea may be able to block ordinary cultivators but not Soul Transformation cultivators.

Moreover, as a mere Nascent Soul cultivator, would the high and mighty Soul Transformation figures listen to his advice?

"Your Majesty, the cultivators in the Southern Region hope that we can send troops to assist. Shall we dispatch troops?" Zhang Chunfeng asked again.

"How long do you estimate the Southern Region can hold out?"

"According to my estimation, based on the current strength comparison between the two sides, they should be able to hold out for about ten more years," replied Zhang Chunfeng after some thought.

"In that case, do you think we should send troops to assist?" Wang Hong threw the question to Zhang Chunfeng again.

"Your Majesty! All of us in the Great Chu Immortal Nation have suffered under the oppression of the Demon Clan in Hezhou. Many people's parents, spouses, relatives, and friends have perished at the hands of the Demon Clan.

We have endured humiliation and hardship, barely surviving under the oppression of the Demon Clan. Everyone harbors an unyielding spirit. If we cannot avenge this great grievance, perhaps we cannot die in peace," Zhang Chunfeng said with some indignation.

At this point, Zhang Chunfeng was already somewhat impassioned. In battles with the Demon Clan, many comrades had died at the hands of the Demon Clan. Although they had lived comfortably on Qizhou Island for decades, they had never forgotten this grievance.

"Very well! Since everyone shares this aspiration, spread the word: from now on, prepare for military action. We will send troops to Hezhou in five years!" Wang Hong immediately issued the order.

"Your Majesty, do we really need five years to prepare for military action? Won't that be too long?" Zhang Chunfeng expressed some doubts.

"Of course, we do. The Demon Clan is a formidable enemy. Since we are participating in the war, we should aim to defeat the Demon Clan and even reclaim East Zhou.

We are currently lacking in strength, so we need to use these five years to rapidly improve the overall strength of our army to have a chance at victory," explained Wang Hong to Zhang Chunfeng. However, this was only the superficial reason.

As for the deeper reasons, it was about human nature.

Overall, the Human Clan was more intelligent than the Demon Clan. Because of their intelligence, they tended to have more scheming thoughts. Before facing life-and-death situations, they might engage in internal strife, consuming each other.

If the Great Chu Immortal Nation were to participate in the war now, before the cultivators in the Southern Region had suffered enough, they might initially feel grateful. However, as time goes by, this gratitude would gradually fade, and then there might be some cunning thoughts.

In the Cultivation World, there was once a sect that split into several factions when facing an external invasion, and they even fought internally.

After five years, when the cultivators in the Southern Region had endured enough hardship and were on the brink of survival, it would be much easier to intervene at that time.

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