Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant-Chapter 1550 - 92 Rescue

Chapter 1550 -92 Rescue

“True Martial Cultivators… True Martial Cultivators!”

“In just over ten years, they’ve forced us into such dire straits… All these mortals deserve to die!”

Banqiao City was but a small town, located far away from the Imperial Capital of Great Sui.

Atop the city walls.

A group of disheveled and battered cultivators stood at the breach in the parapet, staring grimly at the dense masses surging toward them from afar, and the Dragon Transformation Pool looming in the sky.

Their eyes carried nothing but despair and fury.

Despair stemmed from the overwhelming numbers of these mortals-turned-True Martial Cultivators, so great as to numb their minds, leaving them incapable of summoning the will to resist or counterattack.

Fury arose from the indignity of being cultivators—an existence above mortals—and yet forced to retreat into this city by mortals bereft of Spiritual Roots and ignorant of Dao Law. Such humiliation could be tolerated by no cultivator.

“It’s only because we devoted all our strength to the war against the Kingdom of Immortals, neglecting our rear defenses, that they found an opening to exploit. They’re not that formidable!”

One cultivator murmured indignantly.

But such remarks were, in the end, mere self-deceit to provide comfort.

All the cultivators along the wall had witnessed the ferocity and sheer numbers of the True Martial Cultivators; some had personally experienced the helplessness of being surrounded by them. Hearing this, they could only shake their heads in resignation:

“One-on-one, these True Martial Cultivators are naturally no match for us. In fact, any of us are worth several of them. But their numbers are dozens, even hundreds of times our own! And they continue to grow…”

“Any mortal without Spiritual Roots or cultivation resources is a potential recruit for them. Even without the Kingdom of Immortals restraining us, even without the rebellion centered on the Dragon Transformation Pool, we would still be no match for these True Martial Cultivators… Alas, if only Emperor Yang Que weren’t slain in a foreign land. As the sole Divinity Transformation cultivator of his era, and in possession of the Dragon Transformation Pool, with our support, how could these True Martial Cultivators ever have been our opponents?”

These words immediately garnered deep agreement from many present.

They sighed one after another:

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“If Emperor Yang Que hadn’t led our finest Great Cultivators westward to Fenglin Continent, we wouldn’t be in such a plight… Who could have imagined that so many of them would be wiped out all at once?”

“Fenglin Continent, they say, remains divided into numerous small warring states even now. Who would have thought it to be such a deadly place… To think, Emperor Yang Que, a true hero of an era, met his end there.”

The cultivators sighed nostalgically, seemingly reminiscing about the glorious days when Emperor Yang Que reigned.

But amidst the crowd, there were those with sharper insights. A blue-clad youth sneered and spoke:

“You truly can’t straighten your backs after bowing for so long! The traitor emperor treated you like dogs, yet here you are, reminiscing about his grandeur, calling him a hero of the era. How utterly absurd!”

“If that traitor emperor were truly a hero, he wouldn’t have rashly incited wars. With the Kingdom of Immortals not yet eradicated, he recklessly ventured into Fenglin Continent out of arrogance and ignorance of destiny. His death in a foreign land is his own doing, but he also dragged all of Huangji Continent’s fellow cultivators into this calamity, leaving us besieged from all sides… I’ve even heard that the traitor emperor fell at the hands of the Martial Ancestor, and it was him who summoned the True Martial Cultivators forth. So spare me the nonsense about how the traitor emperor’s survival could have scared off the True Martial Cultivators!”

“You!”

The cultivators who had been praising Emperor Yang Que instantly looked flustered.

Yet they could not offer any strong rebuttal and could only mutter angrily:

“What reason do you have to slander Emperor Yang Que? For all his faults, he unified Huangji Continent and distributed numerous cultivation methods through the Dragon Transformation Pool, ushering in a new golden age of cultivation. His merits outweigh his flaws; to call him a hero of the era is hardly inappropriate!”

These words prompted further agreement:

“Exactly! Furthermore, driving the Kingdom of Immortals into exile overseas was Emperor Yang Que’s accomplishment. Though he didn’t eradicate them completely, it wasn’t his fault. Little Cang World is immense; if the enemy decided to escape at all costs, what power could entirely eliminate them? Emperor Yang Que was human, not a god after all.”

But the blue-clad youth sneered again:

“Ha! You sing praises for Emperor Yang Que, yet have you forgotten who it was that saved your lives? It was none other than the Eighth Prince, the former royal clan member displaced by Yang Que. And here you are, not avoiding the topic, but instead loudly extolling the traitor emperor who imprisoned the Eighth Prince. Truly, you’re all ungrateful ingrates.”

“You! Insolent fool! How dare you spout such nonsense!”

“We all remember the grace of the Eighth Prince!”

“I’ll capture you this instant!”

The cultivators turned red with rage, nearly coming to blows.

Amid the commotion.

A piercing sound suddenly erupted from outside the city walls, jolting the arguing cultivators into alarmed silence!

Terrified, they quickly turned their gaze to the source.

In the midst of the True Martial Cultivator army outside the city stood a towering figure, nine feet tall, his muscles corded like steel, his body clad in armor forged of Blood Energy. The short-haired, tattooed man exuded an aura of dominance, standing out like a triton among the minnows. He was making a throwing gesture.

In midair, a mixed iron javelin was hurtling toward the city!

The shrill whistling noise came as the javelin tore through the air.

Despite containing no trace of mana, the void it passed through seemed faintly distorted.

The cultivators on the city wall turned pale with horror:

“No! It’s a Martial Saint!”

“Him?! He’s a Class V True Martial Cultivator, comparable to a Divinity Transformation cultivator… How is he here?!”

Upon seeing the nine-foot-tall, tattooed man, everyone first froze in shock, and then their faces twisted in terror and despair.