Chapter 512

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Chapter 512: The Pursuit of the Sword Saint

The Northern Border of the Great Xia.

A plane streaked across the sky.

Inside the cabin, Zhou Ping looked through the window and his eyes suddenly narrowed.

“What… is going on?”

Looking down from the high altitude, he saw a vast expanse of land, where a straight black line sliced through half of a city. Numerous streets and buildings were severed by this black line, the edges remarkably smooth.

To the left of the black line was the intact half of the city, while to the right… it was desolate.

No buildings, no streets, no land, no life… the ground had uniformly sunk nearly a hundred meters, as if a gigantic shovel had scooped this half of the city from the earth, leaving no trace behind.

The vanished half of the city extended all the way to the rolling misty border.

“What happened to that half of the city?” Zhou Ping turned to Ye Fan.

Ye Fan gazed at the land below and slowly spoke:

“After the Wind God descended, he excavated the half of the city closest to the misty border, taking with it over ten thousand residents, along with mountains, forests, rivers… and the very essence of Fengdu, all into the mist.”

“He took half the city away?” Zhou Ping exclaimed in shock, “Why would he do that?”

“I don’t know.” Ye Fan shook his head, “This happened two minutes ago; I just received the news.”

The plane began to descend slowly, and before it could come to a complete stop, Zhou Ping and Ye Fan jumped out, landing at the edge of the remaining half of the city.

It was a wide asphalt street, but the road abruptly ended less than ten meters ahead, the black line cutting it off, and what lay beyond was a sheer cliff.

Below the cliff was a vast, flat expanse of land.

“The residents of the remaining half of the city have already been evacuated.” Ye Fan frowned as he looked at the vanished half of the city and continued, “Anta County itself has a harsh environment, and being close to the misty border, the population is not large. When the Wind God descended, a violent wind swept through the entire city, knocking everyone unconscious.”

“What about the Night Watchmen stationed here?”

“They disappeared along with that half of the city.”

Zhou Ping crouched down, running his fingers along the edge of the cliff; the cut was remarkably neat, as if a knife had sliced through the land, severing half the city.

“Cough, cough, cough…”

Just as he was about to say something, he lowered his head and covered his mouth, coughing softly.

“Are you feeling unwell?” Ye Fan asked, frowning.

“No… just a couple of coughs.” Zhou Ping waved his hand and continued, “What about the Emperor of Fengdu?”

“Before the Heavenly Court is restored, the Great Dao is incomplete, and the gods of Great Xia cannot leave its borders. Therefore, the Emperor of Fengdu cannot intervene and can only rely on his connection with Fengdu to barely protect the city’s residents from being corroded to death by the mist.”

“So, we can only rely on ourselves now.”

“… Yes.” Ye Fan’s expression was somewhat grave, “Aside from Guan Zai, who is still in seclusion, I’ve already sent Lu Wuwei and Chen Fuzi here; they should arrive soon…”

“I’ll go.” Zhou Ping suddenly spoke up.

Ye Fan was taken aback.

“The gods of Great Xia cannot intervene, so someone must guard the borders and pursue those from the half city. The more people who chase after it, the weaker Great Xia’s defenses will become; perhaps that’s exactly what they want…” Zhou Ping said calmly.

“Fuzi is skilled in defense and must remain in Great Xia. You, as the commander of the Night Watchmen, cannot go either. As for Lu Wuwei… his speed is too slow.”

“You’re going alone?” Ye Fan frowned, “Do you know where that city’s final destination is?”

“As one of the Nine Pillars of Egypt, his target is, of course, the Divine Kingdom of Egypt… the Temple of the Gods.”

“You’re going to storm the Divine Kingdom of Egypt alone?”

“The distance between Great Xia and Egypt is not short. Even the Wind God, carrying such a large fragment of land, wouldn’t reach it in a short time.” Zhou Ping said seriously, “As long as I intercept this fragment on the way, it won’t enter the range of the Divine Kingdom of Egypt.”

“Perhaps it’s not that simple.” Ye Fan shook his head, “The situation beyond the mist has already exceeded our control. We have no idea what those outer gods are plotting; perhaps not far outside Great Xia’s borders, a group of outer gods is lying in wait for you. This itself is a trap…”

“If it’s a trap, then the fewer people who step into it, the better.”

Ye Fan fell silent.

Zhou Ping looked into Ye Fan’s eyes, “That fragment holds over ten thousand lives. No matter what, we cannot just watch them die… Since someone has to pursue it, I am the best candidate.

Only I can take it back from the Wind God.

The one who goes must be me… and it can only be me, because during this time, no other top-tier beings can leave Great Xia.

You specifically flew here to pick me up instead of going for Chen Fuzi or Lu Wuwei because you already thought of this, didn’t you?

You chose me from the very beginning.”

Ye Fan stared into Zhou Ping’s eyes, falling into silence.

“… Yes.” Ye Fan slowly spoke, “This is something only you can do.”

“Actually, you don’t need to be so indirect.” Zhou Ping sighed, “If you could be a bit more straightforward, perhaps we could really become good friends… just like I am with Guan Zai.”

“… I’m sorry.”

“But you’re different from us. You are the commander of the Night Watchmen, bearing too much responsibility… so I can understand.” Zhou Ping, with his sword box on his back, said calmly:

“But next time, I hope you can directly tell me where to go and who to kill…

The responsibilities I should bear, I will not evade,

After all, I am the Sword Saint of Great Xia.”

Ye Fan stared blankly at Zhou Ping, “You…”

Zhou Ping’s eyes showed a hint of confusion, “What’s wrong?”

“It seems that during this time, you’ve gotten along quite well with Lin Qiye and the others.” Ye Fan’s lips curled slightly, “In the past, you wouldn’t have spoken to me like this, let alone say so much in one breath, and… you rarely looked down at your own toes.”

Zhou Ping was taken aback, pondering in silence for a long time before nodding slightly, “Perhaps…”

“Before we set off, do you have anything else to say?” Ye Fan asked.

Zhou Ping hesitated for a moment, took out two envelopes from his pocket, and handed them to Ye Fan.

“Please deliver these two letters to teams 007 and 006.”

Ye Fan glanced at the envelopes and smiled wryly, “Actually, you could have just told me.”

Zhou Ping shook his head, “I hope I can accompany them to the end of this training… even if it’s in this form.”

“I understand.”

“And…” Zhou Ping hesitated for a moment, “If I don’t come back… don’t tell my third uncle. Just say… I went out to work.”

Ye Fan fell silent.

After a long while, he slowly spoke, “Alright.”

“And…”

“I think you shouldn’t say any more.” Ye Fan said seriously, “Your tone now sounds like you’re making final arrangements. It’s not good to say such things too often.”

“…” Zhou Ping paused, “Tell Lin Qiye that his tomato stir-fry… is actually quite average, far from what my third uncle makes.”

Ye Fan: …

“I’m off.”

Zhou Ping turned around and lightly patted the sword box.

Ding——!!!

The clear sound of the sword echoed in the air, and a flash of sword light instantly pierced through the misty border, disappearing without a trace.

Ye Fan stood alone in place, gazing at the direction where the sword light had vanished, lingering for a long time.