Chapter 723
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Chapter 723: Three Great Marquises!
Violet looked at Fang Yu, her eyes both cold and puzzled.
“What I mean is, you should wake him up first, then kill him. That would be more satisfying,” Fang Yu said.
“…” Violet looked down, her expression changing slightly as she flew downward.
Fang Yu stood in his original position, looking into the distance.
At this moment, the surviving members of the Holy Light Group were all staring at him.
Fang Yu waved at them in a friendly manner, then suddenly remembered something.
Where did Bai Ran go?
Fang Yu was startled, recalling that before leaving the castle, he had instructed Bai Ran to watch over Gary.
And Gary had run out… so what about Bai Ran…
Fang Yu’s expression changed slightly as he immediately rushed back toward the castle, using his divine sense to search for Bai Ran.
Soon, he saw Bai Ran lying unconscious and severely injured on the snow plain beside the castle.
Fang Yu landed beside Bai Ran and crouched down.
Bai Ran was still breathing, so the situation wasn’t too serious.
Fang Yu extended his hand, placing it on Bai Ran’s forehead as light emanated from it.
“Your level is still not quite enough…” Fang Yu said, looking at Bai Ran and shaking his head slightly.
He had brought Bai Ran with him not because he needed his help, but as a form of training.
But from what he could see now, the opponents Fang Yu had encountered were all too powerful, far beyond Bai Ran’s level.
This meant that rather than serving as training for Bai Ran, these encounters only left him battered and wounded each time.
Of course, Fang Yu didn’t expect Bai Ran to keep up with his every move like Lin Batian could.
But at the very least, Bai Ran should possess the basic ability to protect himself.
“In today’s martial arts world, his talent is acceptable. Unfortunately, his foundation is too weak, and he wasted over twenty crucial years…” Fang Yu frowned slightly, evaluating Bai Ran with the same standards he once used for Heavenly Dao Sect disciples.
When new disciples joined, they would be ranked according to their cultivation talent. This was something most sects did back then, including the Heavenly Dao Sect.
Generally, there were four levels.
Ordinary, Good, Excellent, and Top-tier.
The higher the talent, the more cultivation resources one would receive after entering the sect.
When Fang Yu entered the Heavenly Dao Sect, his master Dao Tian had evaluated him as having top-tier talent.
Of course, no one had anticipated his later progress, including Fang Yu himself.
But even though he had been unable to break through the Qi Condensation stage, the Heavenly Dao Sect never reduced the resources provided to him, maintaining the configuration appropriate for a disciple with top-tier talent.
On this point, Fang Yu was still grateful to his master.
After becoming the sect leader, he learned about the sect’s rules and understood how much effort his master had made to maintain his cultivation resources.
“Now, let me give you a ranking,” Fang Yu murmured. “By the standards of those days, you might barely qualify as Good?”
“By today’s standards, you should be considered Excellent. But because of the twenty wasted years, you’d have to be downgraded one level, so ultimately still Good.”
Fang Yu rubbed his chin, thinking about suitable techniques for Bai Ran to cultivate.
During this process, Bai Ran’s injuries were gradually healed, and he opened his eyes.
Seeing Fang Yu crouched in front of him, Bai Ran was stunned for a moment, then recalled what had happened before he lost consciousness.
Enduring the pain in his body, he stood up, bowed with his hands clasped, and said, “Mr. Fang, I’m sorry, I failed your trust…”
“It’s not a big problem, no need to apologize,” Fang Yu said, standing up and patting Bai Ran’s shoulder.
Bai Ran raised his head, his eyes full of apology and dissatisfaction with himself.
As an attendant, he couldn’t even handle a simple task, and instead needed Fang Yu to rescue him…
His self-esteem could hardly accept this.
Fang Yu was about to say something when he suddenly sensed several auras approaching.
He turned around, looking into the distance, his eyes moving slightly.
“We can prepare to leave now,” Fang Yu said.
Without a spatial ring, crossing over ten thousand kilometers back to Huaibei would be exhausting work, no matter how fast they were.
So, they still needed Zhao Ziluolan.
“Can you walk now?” Fang Yu asked Bai Ran.
Bai Ran nodded.
So, the two of them flew outside again.
…
Three figures descended from midair.
When Bell and the Holy Light Group members saw these three figures, excitement appeared on their faces.
Everyone immediately knelt on one knee, right hand covering their chest, respectfully shouting: “May the Holy Light bless us, we welcome the three Marquises.”
The three figures landed on the ground.
They appeared to be in their forties or fifties, each dressed differently. But they all had one thing in common: a torch emblem on the left chest.
This emblem symbolized the ultimate nobility in Western Region high society.
Everyone who saw this emblem had to salute, either with a bow or the special knight’s salute.
This emblem symbolized the Marquis!
This was a top-tier title beyond any other rank.
Duke, even the legitimate heir to the royal family, or the prince. Whenever they met a Marquis, they had to put aside their status and salute the Marquis!
The title of Marquis originated from the oldest sect in the Western Region, the Angel Church.
The Angel Church was the faith of the entire Western Region, with an extremely high status.
The doctrines issued by the Angel Church were like imperial edicts to the people of the Western Region, and even the royal families dared not disobey.
And the Marquises were the strongest individuals selected by the Angel Church.
In the entire Western Region, only eight people were worthy of the title of Marquis.
And the three before them were the current three honorary mid-level leaders of the Holy Light Group.
Marquis Drachi, Marquis Murray, and Marquis White.
Bell never dreamed that his emergency call would summon all three Marquises!
Just this alone was a great honor!
Drachi scanned the surroundings, noticing the large pools of blood on the ground, frowned slightly, and looked at Bell with a questioning gaze.
“Your Excellency, the situation is as follows. About twenty minutes ago, we arrived here…”
Bell recounted the entire incident truthfully.
After hearing Bell’s account, the three Marquises exchanged glances, their expressions varied.
“Where did the man you mentioned go?” Murray asked.
“After he dealt with Gary… he went toward the castle. I haven’t seen him since,” Bell said.
“Gary was killed?” Murray’s eyes flashed with a strange light as he looked at Bell and asked.
“Yes, to be precise, he was killed by a lady,” Bell answered.
“Who?” Murray asked.
Bell glanced forward.
As the surroundings were plains with an open view, he quickly spotted Ziluolan about two hundred meters away in the direction of the Eastern Three Provinces, checking on the condition of her subordinates.
“That lady over there,” Bell pointed toward Ziluolan’s position.
“Her?” Murray’s eyes flashed with a cold light, but it quickly disappeared.
“Yes, Your Excellency,” Bell answered respectfully.
“I want to meet her. Bring her before me,” Murray said.
Bell immediately headed toward Ziluolan.
Murray stood in place, his eyes secretly emitting a cold light.
Standing beside him, Drachi smiled and said, “I’d like to meet the man who easily killed the Undead Emperor.”
“So would I,” White said. “If the Undead Emperor was truly as powerful as Bell described… then this man’s strength must have reached the level of a Marquis…”
“White, a Marquis isn’t determined by strength alone… Besides, I don’t believe a mere undead could possess such power. Bell’s description was likely exaggerated due to fear,” Murray glanced at White and said calmly.
White made no comment.
Soon, Bell brought Ziluolan before the three Marquises.
Hearing that a Marquis requested to see her, Ziluolan did not refuse, nor could she refuse.
In the Western Region, no one could refuse a Marquis’s request.
To refuse would not only mean refusing one person but would be equivalent to refusing the Angel Church.
In that case, regardless of one’s strength, they would be headed for a dead end.
Ziluolan looked at the three Marquises before her and bowed, saying, “Your Excellency.”
“I have a question for you,” Murray scanned Ziluolan, his eyes indifferent, and asked, “Did you personally kill Gary?”
“…Yes,” Ziluolan answered.
Murray’s eyes flashed with another cold light, but he said nothing.
“Gary colluded with the Undead race and is now a criminal of the Western Region. By killing him, you have earned a lifetime of honor,” White smiled.
