HPDBC Chapter 282: What Crime Can Last Three Thousand Years
Chapter 282: What Crime Can Last Three Thousand Years
As observers look upon the Martial Dao of the Xuanyuan Nation in this era,
the most renowned and representative are two sacred lands: Heaven Forged Mountain and Valley of the Medicine God, the Four Great Ancient Clans, the Nine Great Sects, and the newly rising Utility Pavilion. Adding to these is a little-known Northwest Little Mountain Village, which can be said to represent the pinnacle of the Xuanyuan Nation’s Martial Dao.
Some would say the Martial Alliance as well, but in fact, it is not so; the Martial Alliance cannot yet bear the burden of the words "Martial Dao," as its starting point is low, and its heights are limited.
Among them, Heaven Forged Mountain and Valley of the Medicine God have always led a life of non-contention with the world, maintaining a relationship like water in a well not interfering with river water with external forces. The Four Great Ancient Clans had announced their seclusion long ago, and have been in silence for at least a thousand years.
Therefore, the only ones active in the secular world are the Utility Pavilion and the Nine Great Ancient Martial Sects. As for the little Northwest village, even within the entire Martial Dao World, very few people are aware of its existence.
Those who do know about the Northwest Little Mountain Village are well aware of what it means.
The strongest in the world!
The premier place for martial arts training!
Both of these titles, one commanding respect and the other envy, shroud the little village in honor, which should make people flock there to seek teachers and learn arts, shining brightly. However, the reality is quite the opposite.
All things about this little village have been erased from memory since ancient times.
As for why this is the case, there has been a blurred saying passed down about the little village in the Northwest since ancient times.
Sinners!
All those born in the little village are criminals. Xuanyuan Nation’s tolerance of this land of sin is the greatest forgiveness, and no sinner from within the village may leave at will.
All in all, there are many things about that little Northwest village that are still inside stories.
But even a person such as the Second Sect Leader knows very little. The origin of the term "sinners" is so ancient that it is impossible to trace, going back perhaps three thousand years.
No one knows just how bitter Feng Yuan feels when she speaks the word "criminal."
Why should they be branded as sinners from the moment they are born?
Why must they bear the title of "sinners" and not be allowed to walk the world, sentenced to confinement to the Realm for life?
Why do they guard the Realm’s Great Wall day and night, yet still incur the scornful eyes of many in this world?
...
So, Utility Pavilion, now that you know, do you also want to come kill me?
Feng Yuan watched the Second Sect Leader with cold eyes, quietly awaiting an answer. The red glow in the sky was just like her feelings at that moment.
Within Northern Cloud Residence, a sudden chill roared forth, sending shivers through all present. Everyone felt the disturbance and stopped in their tracks, while Ye Feng held Long Nannan’s hand tightly.
Criminals!
In fact, when the old timer took him to the Northwest Little Mountain Village, Ye Feng had already learned of this matter. He had spent a half quarter hour of leave there and had personally experienced everything about the place.
The only regret was that he still didn’t know where the young men and women of the village had gone.
What kind of crime could endure for three thousand years?
"Let me tell you how it is,"
"It’s not up to Old Second to decide how to deal with the young lady, nor does he have the capacity to do so."
Grand Sect Leader Zhao Gongming suddenly appeared at Northern Cloud Residence.
The small temple had a strong gust of wind as, with the arrival of the Grand Sect Leader, Northern Cloud Residence seemed to be invisibly pushed to the brink of collapse, at any moment ready to fall. Divine Path experts are not only fearsome in their killing power but also their destructive capabilities rival that of natural disasters.
Fortunately, Zhao Gongming immediately dispelled his hostility.
A Divine Communication Realm expert of less than forty, and inside, a fellow not yet twenty who is nearly at the peak of the Spirit Division Realm. The name of the premier martial training ground, and the strongest in the contemporary world.
Indeed, the reputation is well-deserved!
"Big brother."
But why, at this very moment, is his heart with outsiders, and why am I not angry?
"Just you wait. If they really dare to hurt Sausage Sister, once I reach Divine Ability Realm, even if Grandfather tries to stop me, I will flatten your so-called Utility Pavilion," Long Nannan said.
Enlightenment, God Gathering, Spirit Division, Divine Communication, Divine Skills—she counted, only three Realms away from herself.
In less than a decade, she, Long Nannan, could make good on her word.
Ye Feng suddenly felt a headache. If you really went and flattened the Utility Pavilion, wouldn’t that put me in a tough spot?
"Your Grandfather!" The Second Sect Leader tensed up upon hearing this.
More than two decades ago, in Xuanyuan Nation, a monumental battle had erupted. In that battle, apart from the Buddhist Sect and Dao Sect, the other Seven Great Sects sent numerous top-level experts to besiege a mysterious person emerging from the Northwest Little Mountain Village.
It could be said that none involved in that battle were beneath the Divine Communication Realm.
And yet, the outcome was that more than twenty experts from the Seven Great Sects all perished, resulting in the current situation where none of the Seven Great Sects had any elder-level figures. The identity of that mysterious person, along with his Divine Path Object, the Heavenly Giant Dragon, was recognized during the fight.
However, wasn’t it said that this being had also suffered grave injuries, teetering on the brink of life and death?
"What about my Grandfather? He’s just a bastard," said Long Nannan, not understanding.
He’s just a bastard, who taught her so much, made her read so many books since she was little. And what for?
How many people in this world would reason with them, the so-called Sinners?
She thought, if she had known it would come to this, she would have been better off spending more time practicing martial arts!
The Second Sect Leader did not reply.
That being might have already taken the final step onto the Divine Path, stepping into the legendary Saint Realm. Such an existence, though unable to fully unleash the power of the Saint Realm in this world, would have no problem taking a group of Divine Path Experts down with him if he chose to disregard his own life.
In short, one should respect and keep a distance from such an entity.
In less than a half quarter hour, the rosy light vanished from the sky. Feng Yuan and the Grand Sect Leader reappeared where they started, with the Grand Sect Leader appearing more relaxed, while Feng Yuan seemed somewhat pale.
"Sausage Sister, I have some medicine here given to me by a merchant. Take a look and see if any of them can help you, and after taking it, you give it to him good," Long Nannan said.
The group was instantly dumbfounded.
Like magic, Long Nannan produced a small backpack and began to rummage through it, pulling out a bunch of small bottles.
"You little rich girl!"
Just like a wealthy landowner’s child, they watched as Long Nannan kept pulling out more than a dozen bottles and still didn’t stop.
The merchants showed such favoritism; they were so generous with Long Nannan?
"Nannan, stop searching. It won’t help you win." Feng Yuan took one of the bottles, swallowed two green medicine pills, and with great reluctance, tossed the bottle back to Long Nannan.
"That’s just lame!" Long Nannan muttered softly.
Feng Yuan: "..."
Do you know that this Grand Sect Leader, in this imperial city, could likely not gain any advantage even if your grandfather came in person?
She is at the Divine Communication Realm!
"Little friend, do you sell your medicine?" In truth, the Grand Sect Leader was very eager to ask Long Nannan.
What else do you have in that bag?
Feng Yuan wasn’t wrong; this child was indeed a rich girl. Just considering the dozen or so bottles she had produced, if word got out, it would drive the members of the Nine Great Sects mad with desire.
The little mountain village had been boycotted and sealed off, that’s true.
But the "peaceful" people there had retained many ancient treasures. Without even needing to verify, the Grand Sect Leader knew these medicines were crafted from ancient recipes. As for that little mountain village in the Northwest, he knew some even more secretive ins and outs.
Did they really think the strongest of this age could simply blockade them?