novelAlta Chapter 283: Wherever He Goes, It Follows!
Chapter 283: Wherever He Goes, It Follows!
Chapter 283: Wherever He Goes, It Follows!
“Moo moo moo!!”
Black Ox roared, nudging Chen Xun forcefully. “Moo moo!!”
“Open your divine points. Stop holding back and face the tribulation.”
Chen Xun smiled and nodded before suddenly kicking Black Ox. The ox let out a surprised cry as it was sent flying toward the distant corrupted beings, all while hearing Chen Xun’s audacious laughter echoing in its ears.
Once Black Ox disappeared from sight, Chen Xun called out, “Xiao Chi.”
“Brother Xun!”
Xiao Chi’s eyes widened as he hurried over, feeling a mix of worry and anxiety. It had always felt that Brother Ox wasn’t as strong as Brother Xun.
“Take out the fabric we bought in the city; I need to make some clothes.”
“Oh, oh, right.”
Xiao Chi blinked in confusion, realizing that it was just about clothes. Brother Xun’s previous outfit had been destroyed by the tribulation, and since it wasn’t a magical garment, it hadn’t stood a chance.
“Don’t worry about your Brother Ox; his physical body is only three levels weaker than mine.”
Chen Xun began working on the fabric with practiced hands, boasting confidently, “This tribulation can’t cause him any harm.”
Xiao Chi blinked and nodded, edging closer to Chen Xun. It felt as if the weather was changing, and that terrifying heavenly aura was about to descend again.
It had never heard of cultivators needing to face tribulations when breaking through, but it didn’t dare ask further. It wasn’t particularly curious—just a little scared.
*Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!*
The wind picked up.
*Boom! Boom! Boom!*
A sea of lightning began to gather in the sky, identical to what Chen Xun had faced. From beneath the earth came the thunderous rumble once more, the force from below feeling even stronger than the one above.
Chen Xun and Xiao Chi both watched the ground, their eyelids twitching—this felt a bit too outrageous.
*Boom! Boom!*
A massive bolt of lightning, like a divine spear, pierced the sky, connecting heaven and earth. It surged down toward Black Ox, who hovered mid-air, its form illuminated by the blinding light.
On the ground, the corrupted beings shrieked in rage, their cries blending into a chorus of despair as the heavenly tribulation turned them to ashes. Even their lingering resentment seemed to curse: "That black ox—how dare it!"
As the thunderstorm continued to rage, the corrupted beings within a thousand-mile radius scattered in fear. The air was filled with violent shockwaves as they fled, the chaos growing.
Corrupted beings of all levels sprang up like mushrooms after a rainstorm, reacting to the terrifying heavenly might. Those who had once fled to this area now began their journey again, replaying the cycle of beginning and end.
They felt as if a thousand curses flooded their minds—would this heavenly wrath never end?!
Those who were too slow were immediately obliterated by the endless sea of lightning. They disintegrated before they could even scream, their spirits scattered like dust.
In the midst of it all, Black Ox’s eyes began to lose focus as it was drawn into the heart demon illusion.
“Old Ox, don’t worry. I was born with divine strength. In another five years, we’ll go back to the countryside!”
“Moo moo!”
Black Ox accidentally smeared some oil on Chen Xun’s back. Chen Xun, annoyed, quickly licked it clean. “We can’t waste anything.”
It yelped, surprised, as Chen Xun laughed.
“Haha, as long as we don’t lose out, we win. Meat always tastes better.”
Chen Xun licked his lips, savoring the flavor. “Old Ox, eat quickly, and don’t let anyone catch us.”
“Moo moo!” Black Ox sped up, finishing everything in one gulp.
On a dark, windy night.
Two figures sneaked back to their quarters, unnoticed by anyone.
Two years later.
War broke out between the two nations, and the laborers at the frontier were forcibly conscripted as cannon fodder—those who refused were executed!
Chen Xun and Black Ox were horrified. They were so close to returning home—just three more years! Why now?
They dared not desert, for there was no safe haven left for them. Even the immortals might hunt them down if they ran.
The battlefield between the two nations was vast and chaotic.
Chen Xun, wielding his dual Mountain Splitting Axes, stood in the ranks of the cannon fodder, with Black Ox anxiously by his side.
“To battle!!”
“To battle!!”
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Outside the camp, dust rolled as warhorses neighed. Soldiers glared sharply at the cannon fodder—anyone who fled would disrupt morale, and entire villages would be punished!
Fear and pain filled the eyes of the conscripts. Wasn’t this just a march to death?
In an instant, the cannon fodder camp descended into chaos, as soldiers drove them forward onto the battlefield.
“Old Ox, attack!”
Chen Xun roared, crouching low on Black Ox’s back as they charged forward!
“Moo moo!”
Black Ox bellowed, charging fearlessly into the fray.
Arrows rained from above, darkening the sky. The shrill sounds of arrows filled the air as they flew down like locusts. One by one, the conscripts fell, pierced by the hail of arrows.