Longevity: Starting from Refining Gu-Chapter 294 - 181 The Mystic Gate Army Does Not

Chapter 294: Chapter 181: The Mystic Gate Army Does Not Surrender, One Family

Chapter 294 -181: The Mystic Gate Army Does Not Surrender, One Family

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Bai Xue drifted down, the Mystic Gate Army dressed in mourning white, paying tribute to their deceased leader.

Cheng Tianyou struggled to speak, “Kneel!”

He had thought that after Yan Shiyin’s death, as the one representing Yan Shiyin’s legacy, he could command the remaining Mystic Gate Army.

However, what he didn’t expect was that all the Mystic Gate Army stood as if rooted, unmoved by the vast snow.

Chen Qing, however, was not angered, which made him regard these people more highly.

The foundation of the Mystic Gate Army was inferior to his original troops.

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The reason was simple: the Mystic Gate Army largely consisted of Loose Cultivators and Foundation Establishment of the lower tier.

But unexpectedly, after Yan Shiyin’s leadership, these people at this moment stood proud.

The despised Loose Cultivators, the low-level Foundation Establishment who had been pushed around, now had a new will here.

“Mystic Gate Army, do not yield!”

“Yes, Mystic Gate Army, do not yield!”

“Before Lord Yan, we used to yield, but now we do not want to yield!”

“Mystic Gate Army, do not yield!”

Chen Qing waved a hand to summon Ying Wugang, “Go bring Sisi over.”

Ying Wugang immediately took the order and quickly rode back to the city, towards the guard palace.

In the swirling snow, a tightly wrapped carriage left the city.

Yan Sisi put down the hand warmer, and Xuanping reached out to wipe the tears from the corners of Yan Sisi’s eyes.

“Sister, I don’t want to cry.”

“But I can’t help it.”

Xuanping held Yan Sisi in her arms, comforting, “Wait until you’re ready, then we’ll go. We’re not in a hurry.”

Yan Sisi wiped the tears from her eyes, “But Cheng can’t wait.”

She put down the hand warmer, stepped off the carriage, and walked into the snow.

A thin girl, after getting off the carriage, immediately attracted the attention of all the Mystic Gate Army.

All of the Mystic Gate Army understood that many orders actually came from Yan Sisi.

In the Mystic Gate Army, Yan Sisi was not a weak girl but a strategist who had personally brought down most of Wu Country.

Step by step, she plotted Hao Chengtian’s death.

Step by step, she planned for Chen Qing.

Step by step, she plotted for Ji Dang.

But unfortunately, these two weren’t the kind of people whose movements could be accounted for in every plan.

Yan Sisi entered the Mystic Gate Army, and all the soldiers lowered their heads in shame when they saw Yan Sisi.

They hadn’t protected Yan Shiyin and didn’t deserve to follow Yan Shiyin to intercept Ji Dang.

If they had gone, perhaps the outcome would’ve been different.

Yan Sisi walked to Cheng Tianyou, who wanted to speak.

Yan Sisi reached out and covered Cheng Tianyou’s mouth, “Cheng, I know everything.”

“I know everything.”

Yan Sisi moved to Chen Qing’s side, grabbed his hand, raised it high, and shouted, “Everyone can become Mystic Gate!”

“The Mystic Gate Army will not end their journey because my brother is gone!”

“From now on, I will join with the Qing Family brother to take you to the Death Realm!”

“To battle in the Death Realm, to fight for a future!”

“To fight for a broad path to cultivation!”

“From now on, it’s not just everyone who can become Mystic Gate, but also everyone can undergo Butterfly Transformation!”

Chen Qing softly proclaimed, “With me here, not only can everyone become Mystic Gate, but also everyone can undergo Butterfly Transformation!”

With Chen Qing’s loud shout, accompanied by Yan Sisi raising Chen Qing’s hand,

the forefront Mystic Gate soldiers finally knelt, followed by a continuous wave behind them.

This had nothing to do with Chen Qing’s personal charm.

The Mystic Gate Army had been entirely forged into an iron army by Yan Shiyin and Yan Sisi.

They now acknowledged Chen Qing only because of ‘everyone can become Mystic Gate.’

Only because of Yan Sisi.

With Yan Sisi here, it could ensure they wouldn’t be held accountable in the future.

The snow was heavy, and the cold was frigid, but at this moment, at Langya City’s head, no one felt the chill.

After everyone knelt, Cheng Tianyou leaned against a bamboo bed, struggling to stand, and with his last breath shouted, “Ji Dang said he would kill all of us.”

“But I’ll tell him he won’t succeed!”

Cheng Tianyou looked at Chen Qing, “Lend me your sword.”

“I like your Dragon Sparrow, that sword looks mightier.”

Chen Qing spread his fingers, and the Dragon Sparrow Sword hovered in his palm.

Cheng Tianyou grasped the longsword with his remaining right hand, looked to the sky, and shouted in rage, “Ji Dang, one day you and I, in the Netherworld, we’ll meet again!”

“Hahahahaha!”

“Then I will tell you personally, you didn’t kill us all!”

“Yan brother, Chou Ying, Xiaoxiao, I’m coming to find you.”

Cheng Tianyou wielded the sword, the blade slicing his throat, and hot blood sprayed, melting holes in the snow.

Cheng Tianyou’s head fell, rolling three times on the ground.

Foundation Establishment, in this opening chaos, seemed so insignificant.

The last famed general of the Mystic Gate Army, today committed suicide in front of Langya City.

Chen Qing reached out, wielding spiritual energy to capture a spirit Gu.

“Someone, give him a burial with honors!”

“Deliver my orders, command Lu Shenglong to lead his troops to the lower stream of Jinzhou City to search for Yan Shiyin and many Mystic Gate Army’s remains!”

“Deliver my orders, allow the Mystic Gate Army to hold a memorial service for Yan Shiyin in the city with a spirit hall for Yan Shiyin, using the rites of a prince!”

“Deliver my orders, Shi Xintie, lead troops to Wu Country, capture the Great Prince, I want him kneeling before Yan Shiyin’s spirit to pay respects until Yan Shiyin is buried!”

Shi Xintie cupped his hands and asked, “Sir, to capture a country’s prince, what if he refuses to comply?”

Chen Qing coldly scoffed, “Break his legs!”