Published: March 7, 2025
Chapter 401: What Do You Mean?
But after Wu Kuangyun said this, not only did the opposing forces not retreat, but their defenses became even more stringent, and the frequency of their attacks increased.
Long Ao rode out to confront Wu Kuangyun, cursing angrily, "Get lost! Do you think you still have any credibility left? As for your old man, he’s long since turned to dust, and you dare to swear on him? Are you trying to fool a ghost? Do you think we're all as stupid and brutish as you Wu family people?"
Wu Kuangyun was infuriated and shouted back, "I am your father! My father is your father’s father! If you dare to insult my father, you are unfilial and guilty of heinous crimes! This is treason! Long Ao, you bastard son of a dog, born from a black tortoise!"
This persuasion turned into a fierce exchange of insults between the two armies!
The two were not satisfied with just cursing, so they gathered their respective soldiers to form lines, shouting together in a chorus of insults. Wu Kuangyun also didn't hold back, dividing the defending troops into several groups, launching wave after wave of assaults himself, bare-chested and shouting battle cries.
The atmosphere was nothing short of earth-shattering!
The cursing filled the heavens and the earth, darkening the skies and dimming the sun! These soldiers were all rough and tough men, each a master of insults, and soon an array of vulgarities and dialects filled the air…
On both sides of the city, hundreds of thousands of people cursed until it felt like every woman in their direct lineage had been insulted back to their ancestors seventeen or eighteen generations ago…
Meanwhile, Chu Yang was with Tie Butian and others, taking a detour towards this direction.
Tie Butian and the shadow had no idea that there were other paths leading to Heavenly Rift Pass. However, with Chu Imperial Seat leading the way, they not only wound along a narrow path but also had time to find a rare wild mountain ginseng and a centuries-old Red Spiritual Mushroom along the sides of the road. As for polygonatum and fo-ti, they managed to collect a whole bunch…
This ability left the well-informed shadows dumbfounded!
How did he discover these?
As they walked, Chu Yang would suddenly exclaim "Eureka!" then sniff around, crouch down to take a look, and dig up a medicinal herb. Moreover, each one was of excellent quality…
This skill was truly out of this world! With such a talent, even with inferior qualifications, one could still raise their cultivation level… the two shadows thought silently to themselves.
The path was indeed a narrow one, aptly named a goat trail; at its narrowest point, a thin person could barely squeeze through sideways; and there were quite a few such narrow spots. Thankfully, none of the four were overweight, so they managed to get through.
Along the way, Chu Imperial Seat noticed that when others passed through such places, they generally had no trouble, but the thin Tie Butian found himself stuck several times…
This puzzled Chu Imperial Seat greatly: looking at him, he seemed flat-chested and skinny; his chest muscles were not developed. Why was he getting stuck? It was truly strange…
The mountain path became increasingly difficult, a road that had not been traversed for many years, now almost entirely overgrown with thorns. They hadn’t even scaled half of the sheer cliffs before they reached a point where it was nearly impossible to proceed.
If not for the relatively high cultivation levels of the four, they would have found it very hard to advance.
Eventually, Tie Butian ran out of energy, and one of the shadows carried him on his back. Chu Yang felt a bit guilty; after all, this shadow looked old and frail, and he didn’t want to tire him out. Being young and strong, and still a monarch, he offered to carry Tie Butian for a while.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he spoke, he was met with strong opposition from both shadows and Tie Butian!
The intensity of their reactions startled Chu Yang. He had no choice but to let the old man continue carrying Tie Butian, secretly grumbling: Damn! Are you afraid I’ll throw this emperor off a cliff?