Spirit Vessel Chapter 886: To The Battlefield

Chapter 886: To The Battlefield

Eighth Lord Gu coldly smiled: “I had it but Young n.o.ble Zi required a few beauties so I gave them to her. If you want those half-demons, go ask her for them.”

“No, I’ve received news that she gave them to a half-demon named Feng Feiyun.” Murong Jiankang laughed.

“Those slaves were top geniuses, definitely different from the ones we toyed with before. This G.o.dly pleasure should have been yours to enjoy but now, that half-demon will get to instead, sigh.” Huang Yuesheng joined in.

“Are you here just to make fun of me?” Eighth Lord Gu scowled.

“No way, we’re angry too! Some good ladies being bitten by a dog, good cabbages being fed to a pig, so annoying.” Murong Jiankang sneered.

“Don’t worry, I always get what I want. Those who try to stop me are courting death.” The young lord said.

“I wouldn’t do it right now. If that Feng Feiyun was given a gift, he'd probably be considered the young n.o.ble’s follower. She won’t be happy if we do something to him.” Huang Yuesheng said.

“We’ll wait and do it on the battlefield.” The young lord said.

“Hahaha!” All three started laughing and began drinking.

***

Back in the half-demon alliance, Feng Feiyun was summoned by Lord Qing Ji. This person was a top existence in the branch and had a special status. There were plenty of legends regarding her circulating among the half-demons.

She seemed to think highly of Feng Feiyun and asked about his relations.h.i.+p with Liu Suzi. Feiyun answered honestly without hiding anything.

She stood inside a fiery blue lotus; her figure looked ethereal: “So you broke through at the lake. Hmm, you will still be in the first camp with me.”

The first camp consisted of first-level Heaven’s Mandate. Feiyun was the only one who broke through and made it to the second level.

“No need for you to compete in the next several days. Consolidate your cultivation instead.”

“Thank you, Lord.”

“You may leave now.”

***

The half-demon with the hybrid body was also summoned by Lord Qing Ji. His name was s.h.i.+ Dakai.

He lived in the wilderness under the tutelage of a Heaven’s Emergence cultivator - an extremely lucky circ.u.mstance among half-demons.

“Brother, you’re incredible, beating those b.a.s.t.a.r.ds with one slap. I am inferior.” s.h.i.+ Dakai reached forward for a handshake. His hand was half a meter long and was covered in black fur; each finger was as thick as Feiyun’s arm.

Feiyun accepted the handshake.

This person was a first-generation half-demon with the bloodline of the Supreme Ape Tribe.

Feiyun started wondering - who was the demon? His father or mother?

If his mother was the demon, then his father’s taste was something else.

If his father was the demon, then his mother’s taste was even more amazing.

Feiyun couldn’t help but ask about it.

“The old man said that my parents were deep in love, true love.” s.h.i.+ Dakai pondered for a bit before asking.

“I see.” Feiyun smiled.

A girl with a fishtail came in at this time holding a teacup. She was tall and slender with green hair. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were ample and fair. Her tail was covered in scales with a blue l.u.s.ter, looking like embedded spirit stones.

“Master, here is your tea.” She bowed and offered Feiyun the teacup with a sweet fragrance.

Feiyun frowned: “Yu Dai, there’s no need for you to do this. We’re both members of the first camp.”

She was one of the twelve slaves and the third first-generation half-demon. Her bloodline was the Mermaid Tribe.

She was powerful but lost to A’gou before being handed off to Feiyun by Liu Suzi.

“Master, your words can’t change this eternal status. Once signed, even Young n.o.ble Zi can’t give us our freedom. It’s the same case as those members of the medial clans being n.o.ble while our bloodlines are wretched, we’ll always be lower cla.s.s.”

“Ridiculous, your status is dependent on your own actions and achievements, not something decided from birth. If you wish to be lowly forever, then you’ll stay that way. If you consider yourself n.o.ble, no one else can say otherwise. Come, sit down, we’re all first-generation half-demons with plenty of potentials. We should be proud of this.” Feiyun said.

She looked up and stared at him with her rippling eyes. His words seemingly woke her up; a sense of pride ignited once more.

***

After eight days of compet.i.tion, the entry list was finally finished.

Ninth-level Heaven’s Mandate - fifty.

First-level Nirvana - one hundred.

Second-level Nirvana - one fifty.

Third-level Nirvana - two hundred.

The prime fighting force was naturally the final two hundred. They consisted of elders that have lived for several thousand years, possessing excellent means and techniques.

The difference between the second and third level was immense. Just one third-level elder could defeat several dozen second-level cultivators. Of course, this didn’t take into account the half-demons with special battle prowess.

Thus, the rest was only meant to come for training. The alliance didn’t expect them to have any contribution; just staying alive was good enough.

Outside of these five hundred, everyone else had to leave Crimson Leaf.

In the next several days, more gathered at Crimson Leaf from the various domains. They consisted of armies, young prodigies from the ancient clans, a few top geniuses from the medial clans or top sects. Their goal was to train on the battlefield.

Four seventh-ranked half-demons led their force into a portal all the way west in Profound Continent.

The ninth-level Heaven’s Mandate cultivators were part of the support division. The first-level Nirvana cultivators belonged to the first camp, the second level belonged to the second camp, and so on and so forth.

All of the portals were packed including this one. There were more than ten million people so the five hundred half-demons didn’t matter too much.

“Why are there only young cultivators here? Even the older experts are only here to protect them.” Feiyun asked while standing inside the first camp.

Yu Dai wore a blue dress with a jade bow tied to the back. She answered: “Older cultivators can come to the battlefield whenever. Normally, a few billion people or so would enter from just Crimson Leaf. The battlefield is dangerous with a fifty mortality rate, some places can be up to seventy percent. However, there are periods of relative peace, that’s when the top clans send their prodigies there to train.”

“I see, so it’s one of those times right now.” Feiyun nodded.

Nonetheless, this period was still quite dangerous. Some careless groups could still be wiped out.

The prodigies here were mainly successors leading their men and dao protectors. They wanted to contribute on the battlefield to prove themselves and garner higher status.

“Boom!” The formations activated and connected to the borders of the human dynasties - hundreds of millions of miles away from Crimson Leaf.

The individual portals started flas.h.i.+ng and took people in like endless sleeves, teleporting them away afterward.