Chapter 232: The Charming Spirit Tribe, Obtaining the Divine Sword
Although the barbarians retreated temporarily, they only retreated back to the vicinity of the Rift Valley.

Since the enemy was able to break in here, it meant that the front line had collapsed and Yun Yichen's side had been lost.

However, as long as Feiyun City is still there and we hold it here, the barbarians will not be able to penetrate deep into the heart of Qingcangzhou.

"Friend Chen, the Barbarian King is seriously injured now and can no longer make any waves. This time, it is thanks to your timely action. Otherwise, I might not be able to achieve such a record alone."

After resting for a while, Chu Fenglei stepped forward to express his gratitude.

In this battle, not only was the Barbarian King severely injured, but several golden-armored barbarians were also killed. It was a great achievement.

"You're welcome. Whether it's for the sake of the human race or to protect myself, I should do this. Besides, the first sword formation was the work of Fellow Daoist Chu, so it has nothing to do with me."

Speaking of merit, Chen An smelled a different smell. He was realistic and did not take credit for himself.

After all, the other party came here for merit, and he would definitely ask for credit from Emperor Jiang Renhuang when he returned. Both of them knew this very well.

Hearing this, Chu Fenglei's eyes lit up slightly, and he nodded in approval, saying, "It won't take a while for the sword evil spirits here to gather, so there's no need to guard them for now. I estimate that Ling Xuanxiao and the others have suffered heavy casualties in this battle. I'll go over and take a look first, and Fellow Daoist Chen can do whatever he wants."

He glanced at the sword-eating grass around him, smiled slightly, and then turned and left.

random?

Chen An smiled lightly. Since the other party had hinted so clearly, he would not be polite.

He immediately swept through the ninth floor, and when he passed each sword-loving grass, he activated the Qingling Huaqi Jue and absorbed the wisps of sword intent condensed underground into his body.

The tribe of the Barbarian King.

"The Shadow Barbarians are such trash. Not only did they fail to set up the sword formation, but they also let the Nine Nether Sword Formation be taken away by the human race and used it against me!"

The majestic figure of the Barbarian King sat on the throne, his two big hands tightly grasping the armrests, his face pale and sweating profusely, and he roared angrily.

His current condition is not optimistic. Although the wound in his abdomen is serious, it is not fatal. The real killer is the domineering sword evil that is raging in his body.

With his strength at the seventh level of Refining Void, he could have barely suppressed it with just this much, but before leaving, he forced himself to explode a mysterious weapon, which backfired and left him with even greater injuries.

In anger, he tried to control his injuries, and they were beginning to worsen, and he coughed up a mouthful of scarlet blood.

"Lord Barbarian King, your injuries are serious, please don't be angry."

Manhuang and Manqian looked worried and stepped forward to comfort them.

The faces of the few Shadow Barbarians standing with their heads bowed before the throne were livid. They wanted to refute, but they couldn't open their mouths either in terms of reason or strength.

"It's okay. I'm not going to die. I just need to spend a lot of time to recover from my injuries."

King Liman calmed down a little and said, "Okay, I didn't count on you Shadow Barbarians. I was planning to break through Feiyun City with my brute force. It seems that I have to use the Spirit Bamboo Blood Moon Formation!"

Thinking of the Linghuang Blood Moon Formation, a bloodthirsty light flashed in the depths of King Liman's eyes.

"Do you really want to use this formation?"

Man Qian and Man Huang looked at each other, with a look of pity on their faces.

"At this moment, I am seriously injured, so I have no choice but to do this. Otherwise, if we delay the Great Barbarian King's plan, we will be in trouble!"

When the Great Barbarian King was mentioned, the Power Barbarian King's expression became more serious, and he immediately ordered: "You all should go and prepare for the relevant matters immediately, and be sure to set up the formation as soon as possible. Also, do not tell anyone about this except the relevant tribesmen."

After that, he glanced coldly at several Shadow Barbarian monks and said, "You too."

"Yes, we will remember the orders of His Excellency King Liman!"

Manhuang asked again: "What about the blood sacrifice of living beings?"

"Don't worry, I have my own arrangements for this matter."

After saying this, King Liman looked a little tired, and then waved his hand, saying, "Go ahead, I'm tired, let me take a rest."

The next moment, several figures flashed by, and King Liman was the only one left in the entire hall. He sat alone on the throne with his head lowered, not knowing what he was thinking about.

"Master Barbarian King!"

At this time, a voice as gentle as a lotus was heard at the door of the hall. Before King Liman could look for the owner of the voice, a warm and plump body fell into his arms.

"Lan'er, why are you here?"

Smelling the fragrant aroma, even though King Liman was seriously injured at this time, he couldn't help but feel excited.

"I heard that you were seriously injured, so I came to see you."

Youlan stretched out her slender white fingers to touch his abdomen, two lines of tears running down her cheeks, and said distressedly: "Didn't you say that this trip must be successful? How come you are still injured so badly?"

"I have thick skin and strong flesh, I'm fine." King Liman touched the dark blue hair and said softly.

"Stop showing off!"

Youlan took out a bottle of elixir with a trembling voice and said, "This is our clan's holy medicine for healing, the Hunyuan Regeneration Pill. Take it quickly, it will have a miraculous effect on your injuries."

"it is good."

King Liman took the pill. His injuries were not just external, so taking this medicine alone would not have much effect, but he did not refuse.

After taking the pill, King Liman asked, "By the way, Lan'er, have you called back all the members of the Meiling tribe?"

"Yes, I have followed your instructions and called back all the members of the Meiling tribe." Youlan nodded obediently and responded.

"That's good. We'd better be careful to prevent retaliation from the human race."

At this point, a barely perceptible hint of bloodthirstiness and cruelty flashed in the depths of King Liman's eyes.

Youlan is from the Meiling tribe. The women of this tribe have enchanting figures and charm alluringly charming everyone. Their charm is so strong that it is enough to turn the world upside down and capture people's hearts.

Over the years, King Liman has experienced this feeling every day.

However, in order to successfully set up the Linghuang Blood Moon Formation and destroy Feiyun City, he had to be ruthless.

Setting up the Lingzhu Blood Moon Formation requires a large number of blood sacrifices of living beings, but the barbarian monks are relatively scarce and simply cannot withstand such consumption.

In desperation, they could only turn their attention to other races and reluctantly sacrifice the Charm Spirits.

It's a pity that he might not be able to taste such a wonderful flavor in the future. Thinking of this, King Liman felt a surge of anger in his stomach.

"Hey, stop it, you're seriously injured, don't mess around."

On the ninth floor, after Chen An absorbed all the sword-eating grass there, he rushed back to his family without stopping.

The front line of Feiyun City was defeated and the Black Armor Army suffered heavy losses. He still doesn't know how Chen Zhan is doing.

This kid has the means he gave him to protect himself, so he shouldn't have any problem dealing with general dangers, but the situation on the battlefield changes rapidly, so it's hard to say what the outcome will be.

Just like the arrogant King Liman, didn't he almost fall into his hands due to his negligence?

Worried, Chen An hurried back to his family.

After finding the clone Chen Sheng and asking him, he learned that Chen Zhan was still alive and was recuperating in the clan.

"Have you encountered the Golden Armor Barbarians?"

After checking Chen Zhan's physical condition, Chen An found that his bones were broken and his meridians were severely damaged. He was lucky not to die on the spot. If nothing unexpected happened, he would probably have to lie in bed for two years. If he wanted to recover, he would probably have to rest for a longer time.

With the self-defense measures he gave, it would not be easy for ordinary barbarians to recover from such serious injuries.

"It's indeed thanks to the Shit Barbarian!"

Chen Zhan's hoarse voice sounded, and he gritted his teeth and said that the "shit barbarian" he was talking about was the golden-armored barbarian cultivator.

His face was as pale as paper. He licked his cracked lips and said with lingering fear: "That day, a large group of barbarians suddenly rushed out from the other side of the Rift Valley. Among them were no less than ten shit barbarians!"

"The entire Black Armor Army was quickly defeated, with more than half of its men killed. Fortunately, Senior Yun Yichen and his men fought back desperately, so we were able to escape and save our lives."

When talking about this, Chen Zhan's expression became gloomy and his mood became obviously depressed.

"As long as we are alive, there is still hope. Fortunately, City Lord Ling led the Sky Guards to repel the barbarians. Feiyun City is now safe for the time being. Once we regroup, we will definitely be able to retake the Rift Valley!"

Chen An consoled her and immediately took out a jade bottle. "This is the Jade Fat Divine Liquid. It will be very beneficial to your current injury. Don't think about anything else in the future. Just rest and recuperate in the clan."

When Chen Zhan was being given the elixir, Chen Qing hurried in from outside and whispered something in Chen An's ear.

"Yun Yichen came to visit Chen Zhan? Where is he?"

"Chen Sheng is leading him here. He will be here soon."

After Chen Qing finished speaking, he glanced at his grandson who was lying on the bed and asked with concern: "Does it still hurt?"

"My grandson can bear it." While responding, Chen Zhan kept looking outside.

As they were talking, there was a sound of light footsteps outside.

"Chen Zhan only had minor injuries. After treatment, his life is no longer in danger. Why does General Yun need to come in person?"

Jiansheng led Yun Yichen into the room, and Chen An went up to him and bowed.

"Fellow Daoist Chen is wrong. Every soldier in the Black Armor Army is the backbone of Feiyun City. As a general in the army, I naturally have the obligation to visit my subordinates."

Yun Yichen showed an approachable smile, sat gently on the edge of the bed, and asked about her health.

This caught Chen Zhan off guard. The Senior Yun in front of him was completely different from the Senior Yun with a cold and serious face that he usually saw from afar.

However, underneath this smile, Yun Yichen's aura was obviously a little disordered, which even the seriously injured Chen Zhan could easily notice.

Obviously, Yun Yichen was also seriously injured in the previous battle.

"This is the Dragon Bone Meridian Replenishing Pill that the city lord asked me to deliver. It will have a miraculous effect on your injuries. Old fellow Situ Ying was also seriously injured, but he only got one pill."

Chen Zhan and Situ Ying were both hit hard by the Golden Armored Barbarians, and their injuries were almost identical.

As he spoke, Yun Yichen took out a pill that was only the size of a fingernail and was crystal clear.

Its smell is neither floral nor woody, but an indescribable unique aroma that is a mixture of freshness and mellowness. When you inhale it, it can instantly make people feel relaxed and refreshed.

"The Dragon Bone Meridian Renewal Pill is extremely precious. Fellow Daoist Yun, there is no need to spend so much money!"

Chen An was slightly surprised. The Dragon Bone Meridian Renewal Pill was made from a variety of rare spiritual materials such as the Nine Heavens Mysterious Spiritual Grass, Ten Thousand Years of Warm Jade Marrow, Blue Sky Star Sand and Polar Ice Soul.

This pill can not only repair damaged bones and meridians, but also stimulate the latent vitality in the body of the user, promoting the consolidation and breakthrough of cultivation.

This kind of magical pill is not only a holy product for healing, but also an opportunity for physical cultivators.

It is said that there are only two in the City Lord's Mansion.

"Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Chen. The city lord personally ordered this pill to be given to soldiers with outstanding military merits. I am just following his orders. If the city lord is not currently unable to move, he might even come here in person."

Seeing Chen Zhan's panic-stricken look, Yun Yichen gently pried open his mouth and gave him the Dragon Bone Rejuvenating Pill to drink.

"I wonder what the city lord's current situation is?"

"That day, the Barbarian King counterattacked before his death and detonated a mysterious weapon, killing and injuring many Heavenly Guards. Fortunately, the City Lord was not seriously injured, and the Dragon Bone Meridian Pill did not have much effect on his injuries, so it was sent to Chen Zhan."

"The city lord also asked me to thank Fellow Daoist Chen on this trip. It was thanks to you and Chu Fenglei that we were able to stop the Barbarian King that day. Otherwise, the situation might have been even worse."

Hearing Yun Yichen's words, Chen An blinked, as if he understood why the other party came to visit Chen Zhan. He smiled and said, "Fighting against the barbarians is the duty of every cultivator in Feiyun City. Besides, I am only assisting Fellow Daoist Chu."

After a few words, before leaving, Yun Yichen handed a black token to Chen Zhan: "Because of your outstanding military exploits, I hereby promote you to the rank of captain of a thousand men. You must practice well in the future. I have high hopes for you."

After Yun Yichen left, Chen Zhan reluctantly raised his finger and touched the coveted symbol of status, feeling a little overwhelmed: "This..."

"Just keep it well. This is what you deserve."

Chen An didn't say much. He just sighed and turned away.

Inside the room, only Chen Qing and Chen Zhan were left staring at each other.

"Zhan'er, how does the Dragon Bone Rejuvenating Pill taste?" Chen Qing asked curiously.

"It's not very bitter, but the effect is good. My whole body is itchy and the wounds seem to have started to heal."

Chen Zhan's eyes were a little confused: "Although I have a lot of military merits, I can't be promoted to a captain of a thousand men, not to mention that Senior Yun personally sent me such a magical elixir as the Dragon Bone Renewing Pulse Pill!"

Hearing this, Chen Qing's face darkened and he scolded: "I told you to fight less and use your brain more, but you can't see such a simple thing."

"Is the treatment you received today simply because of your military achievements?"

"Then what else could it be, could it be..."

Chen Zhan was stunned for a moment, then he suddenly realized something and turned his eyes to look in the direction Chen An left.

When we returned to the Ten Thousand Swords Tower, Chu Fenglei had already arrived.

Chen An wanted to go to the tenth floor to continue practicing swordsmanship, but Chu Fenglei stopped him: "Don't go yet, this is for you."

Before he could react, a magic sword was thrown into Chen An's hands.

The main body of the sword is a deep dark green color, like the stars in the night sky, with a faint cold light.

On the sword's spine, there was a delicately engraved pattern of a dragon riding on the clouds, with its dragon head held high and its mouth slightly open, as if roaring to the sky. Each dragon scale was distinct, and each one reflected the brilliance of the stars. As the light flowed, it seemed as lively as a living thing.

"Nine Heavens Dragon Roar Sword!"

Chen An asked in surprise: "What do you mean?"

Looking at the Nine Heavens Dragon Roar Sword, even Chu Fenglei showed some reluctance. He quickly restrained his emotions and chuckled:

"It's nothing. I went to the City Lord's Mansion and took all the credit for this matter. This sword is your loss. I hope we can continue to cooperate in the future."

"Just that?"

"Otherwise, what else could it be for?"

Chen An smiled and took the Jiuxiao Longyin Sword into his pocket without any hesitation.

No wonder Yun Yichen only gave Chen Zhan healing pills and the token of a thousand-man captain, and nothing else. It turned out that he was waiting for Chu Fenglei here.

Chen An might not care too much about who gets the credit, but Chu Fenglei's eagerness for credit makes Chen An a little worried.

(End of this chapter)