Otherworld Advance Team-Chapter 1745 - 1738: Yichuan Xv

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Chapter 1745: Chapter 1738: Yichuan Xv

A series of disturbances drew everyone’s attention, only to see that the cultivators responsible for the siege at the inn seemed to have encountered significant trouble.

A burly man in armor moved nimbly among the cultivators, and wherever he went, almost no one could block him.

The man struck with extraordinary ferocity, snapping the necks of weaker cultivators. Blood spurted out, creating an exceptionally brutal scene.

In just a few dozen seconds, the man had taken down at least seven or eight cultivators, successfully intimidating the others.

His massive hand gripped a cultivator’s head, dragging him before the crowd. After a sweeping glance, he suddenly exerted force, his fingers piercing into the cultivator’s solid skull. The cultivator’s eyes bulged as he died instantly, not even letting out a scream.

This seemed to be a warning. The man withdrew his fingers, flicking off the blood and brain matter, staring expressionlessly at them.

"Who are you?" Although the leader was extremely shocked, he braced himself to ask the man, pointing at him.

From the man, he felt an unprecedented aura, a momentum only a strong individual would emit.

"Before you killed, you didn’t announce your names either, did you? Why not start with your introductions?" the man said expressionlessly, indifferently.

"People from the official family..." a companion took a deep breath, looking at the leader with a trembling voice.

The man wore fine armor, clearly not an ordinary person, the armor a golden mountain pattern, paired with a noble red lining, reflecting his identity.

Although the man was no more than thirty years old, with handsome features, his face bore a few harsh lines, so he didn’t appear that astounding. His stature was tall and imposing, nearly two meters high, standing before the crowd like an iron tower.

"Since the Saint has arrived in Yin State, we should naturally receive them. You two are bold, daring to bring so many to cause trouble," the man said coldly.

"Are you from the Yichuan Clan?" the person asked in surprise.

"Will you leave on your own, or shall I send you away?" the man did not answer but asked instead.

"If he is from the Yichuan Clan, then it could only be him..." the companion muttered softly.

"Let’s go, we’ll leave immediately." Upon hearing his companion’s words, the person immediately lost the courage he’d painstakingly mustered and yielded voluntarily.

He knew very well that if this was indeed him, even if all of them came forward, they would not be his match.

After all, in Kyushu, the advantage of quality far outweighs the advantage of quantity.

Thinking of this, though unwilling, the person gritted his teeth and instructed his companions to retreat. Under his command, the cultivators besieging the inn sighed in relief and began to withdraw.

Since this man had arrived at the inn, even a Dragon Trapping Array held little significance. After all, among these people, no one could be a match for him.

Seeing this man scare away these cultivators with just a few words, Xing Hu felt quite shocked. Once the cultivators had all retreated, he cautiously asked, "I am Xing Hu, may I ask your honorable name from the Young Mansion?"

"Xing Hu?" The man, upon hearing, turned to stare at him, asking coldly, "Are you here for the Saint too?"

"No, I am here to protect the Saint." Xing Hu was taken aback, instinctively replying.

"In that case, you may leave; I will protect here," the man said.

"Wait a minute, I am a guest of the Saint; how can you just drive me away?" Xing Hu said discontentedly.

"Hmph!" The man glanced at him, then at Feng who had fallen to the ground, and lifted his leg to walk towards the inn.

His armor clanked as he walked, seemingly heavy, yet he appeared unfazed, moving as lightly as if wearing ordinary clothes.

The man came to the inn’s entrance, and with just a push of his hand, knocked down the door; the lock and bolt were of no use to him.

He entered the inn as if in an uninhabited place, opening the inn’s door to see the moaning soldiers in the hall.

Seeing his arrival, Ming He seemed invigorated, immediately dropping to one knee, loudly proclaiming, "I am Ming He, at your service, General!"

Upon hearing the General had arrived, the soldiers, who had been continuously groaning, seemed to forget their pain and struggled to their feet from the beds, kneeling before the man.

"Where is the Saint?" the man blandly asked.

"Upstairs," Ming He replied.

"Ordered to protect the Saint, why hide in the inn in disgrace?" the General asked, his tone taking on a cold edge.

"Forgive us, General. We suffered heavy losses, and had no choice but to hide in disgrace. We ask for your pardon," Ming He said, his voice trembling, head bowed.

"That is no excuse," the General said coldly.

"Yes, I understand, and am willing to accept any punishment. Please spare my brothers," Ming He closed his eyes, speaking painfully.

"Hmph!"

The General said no more and turned to walk upstairs, heading directly to Luo’er’s room.

"Greetings, General," Cheng Ziang stepped forward to meet the General.

He had inherited the memory of a hapless fellow concerning this person’s identity. So Cheng Ziang knew very well this was not an ordinary figure.

"Are you the Saint?" the General looked up at him and asked.

"I am the Azure Dragon under the Saint," Cheng Ziang introduced himself.

"If not the Saint, step aside; don’t waste my time," the General seemed ill-tempered, not even bothering with formalities.

Cheng Ziang, though feeling uncomfortable, knew he couldn’t confront this person right now and could only swallow his humiliation.

The General brushed past him and walked into the room, scanning it. Upon seeing Luo’er, his eyes lit up, but his brows furrowed upon seeing the little girl from the Demon Clan beside him.

"Are you the Saint?" the General asked, staring at Luo’er.

"Indeed," Luo’er nodded, smiling, and asked, "May I know the General’s name?"

Perhaps due to Luo’er’s demeanor or his appearance, the General seemed moved. After taking a deep breath, he said, "I am Yichuan Xv, Lieutenant General of the Empire’s travel platform. Ordered to assist the Saint."

"It’s an honor to meet you, General," Luo’er smiled, bowing slightly.

"No need to be polite," facing Luo’er’s respect, Yichuan Xv seemed somewhat awkward, waving stiffly.

Luo’er certainly knew the name Yichuan Xv. Through the data gathered over the past few months, he was thoroughly informed about the Yichuan Clan in Yin State.

Yichuan Xv is the second son of Yichuan Qing, Patriarch of the Yichuan Clan in Yin State. Besides being the Yichuan Clan’s Patriarch, Yichuan Qing is also one of the Hundred Chiefs in the Empire’s Cabinet Court.

Yichuan Xv’s mother is even more remarkable, being the eldest Princess of the Bailong Royal Family and the elder sister of the reigning Emperor Wu, Bailong An, named Bailong Fong.

With this identity, Yichuan Xv naturally rose to prominence. He is not only the nephew of the reigning Emperor Wu but also serves as a Lieutenant General on the Empire’s travel platform, commanding the Forbidden Army of the Royal Palace.

His relationship with Emperor Wu is akin to that of Emperor Wu of Han with Huo Qubing, so becoming a General before thirty is unsurprising.

Furthermore, remarkably, Yichuan Xv has been a cultivation prodigy since childhood. Although not adept in the Dual Dao, focusing only on the Ba Path, he still reached the mid-stage of the Golden Core Realm before thirty.

It is precisely because of this that upon learning of his identity, the cultivators outside chose to retreat. They knew very well that even combined, they were no match for Yichuan Xv at the mid-stage of the Golden Core Realm.

Rumors have it that Yichuan Qing of the Hundred Chiefs had two sons known as Dragon and Tiger. The Dragon can bring peace to the world with the pen, and the Tiger can wield the sword to stabilize Kyushu. Presumably, the rumored Tiger refers to Yichuan Xv.

It seems, leading the Nine Thousand Battalion to support the Advance Team is likely this General from the travel platform. It seems only he can completely dispel the notion people of the Wu Family had of taking back the Saint.

Thinking of this, Luo’er smiled faintly, confidently gazing at Yichuan Xv, maintaining his smile as he said, "I am indebted to the General’s great kindness, with no means of repayment, I ask to offer my kneeling."

"By no means," seeing Luo’er’s actions, Yichuan Xv seemed somewhat moved, hurriedly reaching out to refuse, "A Saint’s status is too lofty for this."

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