Chapter 1200: Chapter 361: Qi, Qi-gege... What Is Really Going On? (6k)_2

Looking at this familiar grand array, a hint of reminiscence flashed in Zhou Qing’s eyes.

Once upon a time, he and Master Lin stood side by side repairing this array, and now, Su Lishan and Wu Tiangang, who had damaged it, are long buried in the Taichu Dojo.

Master Lin was also invited by the five Spirit Severing Realm experts to solve the entrance to that Secret Realm, while he himself has become the number one below the Spirit Severing.

Moreover, Sikong Yan gave him the core secret key of this array, and now he can even activate it silently.

A sudden chilly wind dispelled his momentary daze.

Zhou Qing’s gaze gathered sharpness, his azure robe fluttered without wind, and his cold voice slashed through the sky like a blade:

"Xuanyuan Yichen—"

"Are you ready?"

Before the words fell, his figure transformed into a streak of azure lightning, piercing through the Great Wall Barrier straight toward the legion’s garrison!

...

The Holy Martial Dynasty has a total of nine legions stationed at the border, like nine unsheathed swords guarding different sections of the Great Wall.

Zhou Qing recalls the scene when he fought five Vice Generals to fulfill the wager of Second Uncle and Xuanyuan Shuo.

Among them, the one whose temperament most matched his was Jiang Pojun, the Right Vice General of the Dragon Soaring Army—that hearty and straightforward man, how is he doing nowadays?

Unfortunately, to perfect the final Realm, they are going to meet on the battlefield next.

This made a hint of complexity flash in Zhou Qing’s eyes.

But soon, this emotion was replaced by determination.

He did not intend to hide his tracks this time; he was going to confront Xuanyuan Yichen openly.

He wanted to see, after he dealt with this Seventh Prince, whether the current Emperor would choose to sacrifice this son or... tear open their façade to protect this scourge.

Amid his thoughts, the outline of the military camp appeared ahead.

Flags fluttered, war drums resounded, and bronze halls gleamed coldly under the sun.

The patrolling soldiers’ armor was bright, and long spears stood like a forest.

As Zhou Qing approached the camp, several fierce Divine Senses locked onto him like arrows.

But the next moment, these Divine Senses trembled in unison and then retreated like a tide.

"Hahaha—"

A hearty laughter echoed through the sky as a burly figure strode through the air.

The newcomer wore a battle armor emblazoned with red-gold dragon patterns and a black cloak over his shoulders; his face was as resolute as if carved by knife and axe, and his eyes burned like torches—it was Wu Zhenyue, the General of the Dragon Soaring Army! 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

"Master Zhou, it truly is you; I thought my eyes were playing tricks!" Wu Zhenyue’s voice rang like a bell, as he eagerly stepped forward.

Zhou Qing faintly smiled, cupping his hands in salute: "Greetings, General Wu."

Wu Zhenyue looked Zhou Qing over, his tiger-eyed gaze full of emotion: "Who would have thought, truly unexpected!"

"The array apprentice who followed Master Lin to repair our border array, in a twinkling of an eye became the first Level 4 Array Master of our Holy Martial Dynasty. How extraordinary!"

Hearing Wu Zhenyue’s words, Zhou Qing felt reassured.

"It was the Seventh Prince who told you, right?" Zhou Qing’s eyes flashed slightly; he asked directly.

Back when he advanced to Level 4 Array Master, Shen Hanyi and Xuanyuan Shuo had already set out for the border.

Afterward, Xuanyuan Yichen calculated the timing continuously, and only then leisurely applied to go to the border, intending to avoid the crisis by hiding under everyone’s nose.

Hearing Zhou Qing’s words, Wu Zhenyue nodded, saying: "Yes, exactly as the Seventh Prince said. Unfortunately, the Prince has already returned to the Imperial City. Forget about that, please come into the camp for a chat!"

Wu Zhenyue hurriedly invited him.

Zhou Qing nodded in agreement, but suddenly changed the subject: "By the way, how is Jiang Pojun lately?"

When Jiang Pojun was mentioned, Wu Zhenyue’s expression immediately froze, a hint of sorrow flashing in his eyes.

Seeing this, Zhou Qing felt a surge of bad premonition: "What happened to him?"

Wu Zhenyue sighed heavily, his voice low: "Years ago, he encountered a Foreign Country’s Spirit Severing Realm expert during a patrol and was subjected to Soul Search... Although he was rescued by the Prince in time, his Divine Soul was damaged..."

"Originally healed under the Prince’s treatment, but during the exploration of the Flood Dragon Emperor territory, he was still corrupted by the fallen Spider Emperor’s obsession and became a Tomb Guardian."

"His sworn brothers... personally sent him on his final journey."

At this point, the iron-blooded General Wu Zhenyue’s throat rolled, "It was with Pojun’s favorite strong liquor; he passed... very peacefully."

After hearing this, Zhou Qing felt as if a heavy stone was pressing on his chest, weighing him down.

By timing, the foreign Spirit Severing Realm who acted was most likely Yan Sen!

"It must have been Yan Sen who searched Jiang Pojun’s memory to confirm Yaoyao’s and my Taiqing Sect identities, which led to the later event of forcibly taking us to the Kunpeng Secret Realm..."

Zhou Qing bit his teeth secretly, his heart filled with guilt.

"The path of cultivation is all about fighting against fate." Wu Zhenyue’s coarse hand heavily patted Zhou Qing’s shoulder.

In his hoarse voice was the vicissitude of seeing through life and death, "Over the years, too many brothers have fallen at the border. Pojun... achieved what he wanted, and it’s a soldier’s fate to die in battle."

Zhou Qing remained silent for a long time before slowly nodding.

Throughout his journey of cultivation, he has witnessed too many separations of life and death.

This path has always been paved with blood.

Taking a deep breath, Zhou Qing activated his Spiritual Power, condensing a vivid image in his palm: "Has General Wu ever seen this person?"

In the image, a silver-haired woman stood quietly, her face obscured by a light veil, with only her ice-blue eyes exposed, seemingly carrying thousands of years of frost.

"This...!" Wu Zhenyue’s pupils contracted sharply, instinctively stepping back half a step, deep apprehension etched on his face, "Saw her from afar; she razed the entire Great Demon Mountain..."

Then, Wu Zhenyue detailed his observations from that day.

"Years ago, an area of eerie obsession suddenly appeared on the island occupied by the Qinluo Beast, said to be formed from a fallen Spirit Severing Realm..."