Chapter 11 - The Valley of Wind
Six lights flashed in the sky, visible to all those on Qiyun mountain. A few kilometers away, the light caught the attention of the remaining disciples of the tomb of the gods.
"This light?" Ju Que's eyes widened. "That is the tomb's reinforcement signal! Not only will the minor disciples arrive shortly, but Sovereign Hei Ban will likely respond to it as well!"
"No!"
Fear crept into the crowd of beasts.
"They're insane! This kind of signal is a rare treasure! For the sake of this tiger dan, they're going so far as to call over the sovereign?" Ju Que was worried. If he remembered correctly, Hei Ban was last seen possessing a cultivation base in the Martial King realm.
The daughter of the Qinghuan Province lord's face was white with fear.
Wang Xiong looked back at the Wolf King. "I am giving you one last chance, if you want to leave, you may still do so!"
It was obvious that the tomb of the gods was after the tiger dan within Wang Xiong's hands, however it did not seem like Wang Xiong would be parting with it anytime soon.
The wolves paced nervously, but were stopped when the Wolf King shook his head and nodded at Wang Xiong.
Although their were many doubts in his heart, the Wolf King, now named Yu, stood firmly beside Wang Xiong.
"Growl!"
Yu cried, causing the wolves to stop their panic.
Seeing the wolf king's actions satisfied Wang Xiong, however he knew that this did not mean that the wolf king was loyal to him. After all, Wang Xiong had only known it for ten days. Absolute loyalty was out of the question.
However, Wang Xiong was still satisfied. The wolves current actions were enough, they had proclaimed their intent to follow him.
Ju Que on the other side was facing a different problem.
The signal the tomb fired into the air meant that the possibility of Hei Ban appearing was high.
Ju Que moved uneasily for a while before realizing that even if he did leave Wang Xiong, there was still the possibility that they would run into disciples of the tomb of the gods. His fellow demonic tigers were already weak after the battle that they had gone through and he could not protect them alone. If they were to follow Wang Xiong then perhaps...!"
"Ancestor, I will follow you!" Ju Que cried nervously.
Wang Xiong looked at the demonic tiger and blinked. Was there any reason for them to leave? As for the daughter of the Qinghuan Province Lord, Wang Xiong did not give her a chance to speak.
"Very well then, we will go deeper into the Valley of Wind!" Wang Xiong said.
Ju Que froze. "Ancestor, within this valley are sharp winds that even I can not sense, let alone defend against."
Wang Xiong petted the tiger's head. "This ancestor will guide you. As long as you all follow and listen to my orders, then we will be fine."
"Aou!" Yu confirmed.
Although the outline of the tomb of god members could now be seen in the distance, Wang Xiong did not fear as he nudged Ju Que forward.
From within his hand, the rope appeared once more, bundled up neatly. The wolves slightly shuddered at the sight of it as if remembering bad memories.
"Come!"
Within the Valley of the Winds, there was no sound other than the whistling of sharp air currents.
Among the group, Wang Xiong was the only one unafraid. Even the demonic tigers who possessed inborn wind comprehension were extremely nervous.
Yes, the winds possessed great danger, but how could Wang Xiong fear them?
Under his orders, the group slowly moved forward, avoiding all of the wind blades that flashed by.
In the distance approached the red-robbed elder, elder Hong.
"There is no where to run! Hand over the tiger dan now!" He ordered as he rushed to the pack of wolves in the back.
Seeing him approach, the wolves began to panic, but were put into place by a quick bark from Yu.
The red-robed elder sneered as he extended his blade to launch an attack on the wolves.
"Pah!"
In this moment, a pink whip lashed out like a serpent, colliding with elder Hong's wrist and knocking the sword out of his hand.
"Boom!"
The sword struck a nearby boulder and instantly shattered it.
Unfortunately, this boulder had originally blocked some of the wind in this valley. Now that it was shattered into dust, the winds rushed out and whistled into the valley.
"Whoosh!"
A large number of wind blades suddenly appeared a breath away from Elder Hong's body.
"Not good!" The red-robed elder struck out with his palm.
"Boom!"
The palm technique shattered a wind blade, but before Elder Hong could react, more whistled by, tearing portions of his robe.
The red-robbed elder's face changed as he launched himself back to the entrance of the valley.
It was at this moment that the other elders arrived, surprised what they had just witnessed.
Not only was the red-robbed elder pushed back by the wind, but it seemed like the tiger dan's entourage was completely unharmed, yet they were heading deeper into the valley!
In fact, it seemed like wind blades were moving around the tiger dan's group!
Wang Xiong smiled softly, was he the sort of person who would recklessly risk his life?
Within the valley, once could slightly see gaps between the mountains. While wind blew from some gaps, they did not for others, making it extremely strange.
"Ancestor, the wind should be getting stronger any time now-..." Ju Que blinked twice, the wind around the group was not violent, but extremely gentle.
"Move forward in a straight line, do not make one step out of place!" Wang Xiong ordered.
The tigers and wolves nodded.
Wang Xiong looked over at the Qinghuan Province Lord's daughter. "Little girl, help me watch over this for a second!"
"Aou?" The baby tiger within Wang Xiong's arms struggled and held on to Wang Xiong tightly.
"Don't worry, I will be back. I merely want to go and see the power of the tomb of the gods for myself!" Wang Xiong smiled, caressing the tiger's head softly before handing it to the Qinghuan Province heir.
"Ah? Me?" She asked surprised as she cradled it carefully.
On the side, Ju Que tried to stop himself from drooling. Now that Wang Xiong would be gone, the dan would be practically defenseless...
While the demonic tiger was thinking this, Yu looked over at Wang Xiong.
"Aou!" Yu yelped questioningly.
"No, I can do this myself. Watch over the group and keep them here. This ancestor can handle himself!" Wang Xiong laughed.
"Mn!" Yu nodded knowingly.
Wang Xiong turned back and looked at the elders as the group marched forward.
.
In the distance, the eight elders were stunned.
"How can they not be affected by the wind?" Elder Hong muttered aloud.
The green-robed elder laughed. "Not affected? Ha! They can't escape!"
"He's right, the Valley of Wind is deadly. The only exits are through the gaps between the mountains. Even the demonic tiger's can't control wind that well. They're trapped!" A black elder smiled.
"But we can't get in!" A disciple said out loud.
"If I remember correctly, within this mountain there are 108 wind valleys that stretch in four directions. Moreover, the wind is not constant. It may come some days, but it will eventually stop for a short period of time. It is during that time that we can rush in!"
As time passed, more and more disciples of the tomb of the gods arrived, filling the entrance of the valley of wind.
More and more people arrived and soon there were nearly 2,000 disciples standing before the eight elders.
Under the elders orders, the entrance was sealed off. A few hundred meters away, they could see the group of beasts standing unharmed in a single area with nowhere to escape.
"That boy, he seems to be that Wang Xiong right? I recall the last time I saw him was at his fathers funeral when the Sovereign took me to the Eastern Palace." An elder said curiously.
"Wang Xiong, the son of Wang Hong of the Great Qin Empire?" The red-robed elder asked, surprised.
"Yes, he's the son of that old freak. I remember his appearance. But didn't he used to have a thing in between his eyebrows? How could he be here?" Another elder replied.
The red-robed elder sneered. "Back when Wang Hing was alive, he was indeed powerful. Eight years ago, he came to the tomb of the gods and made a big commotion. Stealing something from our treasure hall. I guess it is expected that a thief would sire another theif."
Now that they knew who Wang Xiong was they no longer had any fear in their hearts.
In the distance, Wang Xiong stood silently. They were not too far from the tomb of the god's army so he could hear every word the elders said.
Although the memories of his past life had been restored, the memories belonging to this life were still present.
The memories of his childhood were still fresh in his mind. His mother had died giving birth to him, leaving Wang Xiong's father a single father. However, he watched over Wang Xiong and taught him about the world. Although Wang Xiong was not bright nor talented, his father still tried his best to help his son succeed. A fathers love was something that could not be replaced and would naturally be imprinted into the depths of ones soul.
By the time he was fourteen, Wang Xiong's father mysteriously disappeared and he was named head of the house.
How could he allow others to dirty the name of his father?
Wang Xiong's eyes turned red as a bloodthirsty aura seeped from them. "Thief? Who are you calling thief?" Wang Xiong voiced coldly.
The valley was silent except for the whistling of wind. However, a cold began to spread, causing many to shiver.
The eight elders looked up, surprise present in their eyes. Some did not dare to believe that this kid was able to release such pressure.
The red-robed elder sneered. "Boy, Wang Hong is dead! Do you really have the courage to talk to us in this manner? I am calling you a thief for stealing the tiger dan that was rightfully ours!"
"Ke!" Wang Xiong's eyes burned as he leaped into the wind, towards the direction of the entrance of the valley of wind.
Chapter 11 - The Valley of Wind
Six lights flashed in the sky, visible to all those on Qiyun mountain. A few kilometers away, the light caught the attention of the remaining disciples of the tomb of the gods.
"This light?" Ju Que's eyes widened. "That is the tomb's reinforcement signal! Not only will the minor disciples arrive shortly, but Sovereign Hei Ban will likely respond to it as well!"
"No!"
Fear crept into the crowd of beasts.
"They're insane! This kind of signal is a rare treasure! For the sake of this tiger dan, they're going so far as to call over the sovereign?" Ju Que was worried. If he remembered correctly, Hei Ban was last seen possessing a cultivation base in the Martial King realm.
The daughter of the Qinghuan Province lord's face was white with fear.
Wang Xiong looked back at the Wolf King. "I am giving you one last chance, if you want to leave, you may still do so!"
It was obvious that the tomb of the gods was after the tiger dan within Wang Xiong's hands, however it did not seem like Wang Xiong would be parting with it anytime soon.
The wolves paced nervously, but were stopped when the Wolf King shook his head and nodded at Wang Xiong.
Although their were many doubts in his heart, the Wolf King, now named Yu, stood firmly beside Wang Xiong.
"Growl!"
Yu cried, causing the wolves to stop their panic.
Seeing the wolf king's actions satisfied Wang Xiong, however he knew that this did not mean that the wolf king was loyal to him. After all, Wang Xiong had only known it for ten days. Absolute loyalty was out of the question.
However, Wang Xiong was still satisfied. The wolves current actions were enough, they had proclaimed their intent to follow him.
Ju Que on the other side was facing a different problem.
The signal the tomb fired into the air meant that the possibility of Hei Ban appearing was high.
Ju Que moved uneasily for a while before realizing that even if he did leave Wang Xiong, there was still the possibility that they would run into disciples of the tomb of the gods. His fellow demonic tigers were already weak after the battle that they had gone through and he could not protect them alone. If they were to follow Wang Xiong then perhaps...!"
"Ancestor, I will follow you!" Ju Que cried nervously.
Wang Xiong looked at the demonic tiger and blinked. Was there any reason for them to leave? As for the daughter of the Qinghuan Province Lord, Wang Xiong did not give her a chance to speak.
"Very well then, we will go deeper into the Valley of Wind!" Wang Xiong said.
Ju Que froze. "Ancestor, within this valley are sharp winds that even I can not sense, let alone defend against."
Wang Xiong petted the tiger's head. "This ancestor will guide you. As long as you all follow and listen to my orders, then we will be fine."
"Aou!" Yu confirmed.
Although the outline of the tomb of god members could now be seen in the distance, Wang Xiong did not fear as he nudged Ju Que forward.
From within his hand, the rope appeared once more, bundled up neatly. The wolves slightly shuddered at the sight of it as if remembering bad memories.
"Come!"
Within the Valley of the Winds, there was no sound other than the whistling of sharp air currents.
Among the group, Wang Xiong was the only one unafraid. Even the demonic tigers who possessed inborn wind comprehension were extremely nervous.
Yes, the winds possessed great danger, but how could Wang Xiong fear them?
Under his orders, the group slowly moved forward, avoiding all of the wind blades that flashed by.
In the distance approached the red-robbed elder, elder Hong.
"There is no where to run! Hand over the tiger dan now!" He ordered as he rushed to the pack of wolves in the back.
Seeing him approach, the wolves began to panic, but were put into place by a quick bark from Yu.
The red-robed elder sneered as he extended his blade to launch an attack on the wolves.
"Pah!"
In this moment, a pink whip lashed out like a serpent, colliding with elder Hong's wrist and knocking the sword out of his hand.
"Boom!"
The sword struck a nearby boulder and instantly shattered it.
Unfortunately, this boulder had originally blocked some of the wind in this valley. Now that it was shattered into dust, the winds rushed out and whistled into the valley.
"Whoosh!"
A large number of wind blades suddenly appeared a breath away from Elder Hong's body.
"Not good!" The red-robed elder struck out with his palm.
"Boom!"
The palm technique shattered a wind blade, but before Elder Hong could react, more whistled by, tearing portions of his robe.
The red-robbed elder's face changed as he launched himself back to the entrance of the valley.
It was at this moment that the other elders arrived, surprised what they had just witnessed.
Not only was the red-robbed elder pushed back by the wind, but it seemed like the tiger dan's entourage was completely unharmed, yet they were heading deeper into the valley!
In fact, it seemed like wind blades were moving around the tiger dan's group!
Wang Xiong smiled softly, was he the sort of person who would recklessly risk his life?
Within the valley, once could slightly see gaps between the mountains. While wind blew from some gaps, they did not for others, making it extremely strange.
"Ancestor, the wind should be getting stronger any time now-..." Ju Que blinked twice, the wind around the group was not violent, but extremely gentle.
"Move forward in a straight line, do not make one step out of place!" Wang Xiong ordered.
The tigers and wolves nodded.
Wang Xiong looked over at the Qinghuan Province Lord's daughter. "Little girl, help me watch over this for a second!"
"Aou?" The baby tiger within Wang Xiong's arms struggled and held on to Wang Xiong tightly.
"Don't worry, I will be back. I merely want to go and see the power of the tomb of the gods for myself!" Wang Xiong smiled, caressing the tiger's head softly before handing it to the Qinghuan Province heir.
"Ah? Me?" She asked surprised as she cradled it carefully.
On the side, Ju Que tried to stop himself from drooling. Now that Wang Xiong would be gone, the dan would be practically defenseless...
While the demonic tiger was thinking this, Yu looked over at Wang Xiong.
"Aou!" Yu yelped questioningly.
"No, I can do this myself. Watch over the group and keep them here. This ancestor can handle himself!" Wang Xiong laughed.
"Mn!" Yu nodded knowingly.
Wang Xiong turned back and looked at the elders as the group marched forward.
.
In the distance, the eight elders were stunned.
"How can they not be affected by the wind?" Elder Hong muttered aloud.
The green-robed elder laughed. "Not affected? Ha! They can't escape!"
"He's right, the Valley of Wind is deadly. The only exits are through the gaps between the mountains. Even the demonic tiger's can't control wind that well. They're trapped!" A black elder smiled.
"But we can't get in!" A disciple said out loud.
"If I remember correctly, within this mountain there are 108 wind valleys that stretch in four directions. Moreover, the wind is not constant. It may come some days, but it will eventually stop for a short period of time. It is during that time that we can rush in!"
As time passed, more and more disciples of the tomb of the gods arrived, filling the entrance of the valley of wind.
More and more people arrived and soon there were nearly 2,000 disciples standing before the eight elders.
Under the elders orders, the entrance was sealed off. A few hundred meters away, they could see the group of beasts standing unharmed in a single area with nowhere to escape.
"That boy, he seems to be that Wang Xiong right? I recall the last time I saw him was at his fathers funeral when the Sovereign took me to the Eastern Palace." An elder said curiously.
"Wang Xiong, the son of Wang Hong of the Great Qin Empire?" The red-robed elder asked, surprised.
"Yes, he's the son of that old freak. I remember his appearance. But didn't he used to have a thing in between his eyebrows? How could he be here?" Another elder replied.
The red-robed elder sneered. "Back when Wang Hing was alive, he was indeed powerful. Eight years ago, he came to the tomb of the gods and made a big commotion. Stealing something from our treasure hall. I guess it is expected that a thief would sire another theif."
Now that they knew who Wang Xiong was they no longer had any fear in their hearts.
In the distance, Wang Xiong stood silently. They were not too far from the tomb of the god's army so he could hear every word the elders said.
Although the memories of his past life had been restored, the memories belonging to this life were still present.
The memories of his childhood were still fresh in his mind. His mother had died giving birth to him, leaving Wang Xiong's father a single father. However, he watched over Wang Xiong and taught him about the world. Although Wang Xiong was not bright nor talented, his father still tried his best to help his son succeed. A fathers love was something that could not be replaced and would naturally be imprinted into the depths of ones soul.
By the time he was fourteen, Wang Xiong's father mysteriously disappeared and he was named head of the house.
How could he allow others to dirty the name of his father?
Wang Xiong's eyes turned red as a bloodthirsty aura seeped from them. "Thief? Who are you calling thief?" Wang Xiong voiced coldly.
The valley was silent except for the whistling of wind. However, a cold began to spread, causing many to shiver.
The eight elders looked up, surprise present in their eyes. Some did not dare to believe that this kid was able to release such pressure.
The red-robed elder sneered. "Boy, Wang Hong is dead! Do you really have the courage to talk to us in this manner? I am calling you a thief for stealing the tiger dan that was rightfully ours!"
"Ke!" Wang Xiong's eyes burned as he leaped into the wind, towards the direction of the entrance of the valley of wind.
