CHAPTER 564: CHAPTER 555: AIRBORNE GRAVITY_1

Upon seeing the character for ’Spirit,’ Qin Feiyang immediately understood: it represented Spirit State!

The purpose of these clothes was to signify everyone’s identity.

If nothing unexpected occurred, people from the other eight states would also be wearing such symbolic clothing.

They had prepared so many sets for everyone, fearing that clothes might get torn during fights, leaving them with nothing to change into.

It could be said that Wang Hong had been very thoughtful.

"Before entering the Death Swamp, you must find a place to change into these clothes," Wang Hong began his instructions after everyone had received their garments.

"At the same time, you are to follow the arrangements of your team leader, Dongfang Wuheng."

"If disagreements arise, everyone can discuss matters calmly. You absolutely must not harm fellow members from our State."

"Yes."

Everyone nodded.

Wang Hong asked, "Are there any other questions now?"

Everyone shook their heads.

"In that case..." Wang Hong swept his gaze over the crowd, his eyes sharp, then waved his hand and shouted, "Let’s depart!"

Immediately, with Dongfang Wuheng in the lead, the group surged towards the far end of the plain.

But Qin Feiyang didn’t move, and neither did Fatty.

Wang Hong looked at the two of them and asked with a puzzled expression, "Do you two still have something else?"

Fatty waved his hand and chuckled, "Master Fatty has nothing, but Boss might have something."

Qin Feiyang said, "Senior, I wonder if the Mansion Lord has mentioned the matter of the Ruins to the current Emperor?"

"You’re quite concerned about this matter!" Wang Hong gave Qin Feiyang a strange look and nodded. "The Mansion Lord did mention it when he went to the Imperial Capital."

"What did he say?" Qin Feiyang asked.

"According to the Mansion Lord," Wang Hong said, "the Emperor didn’t make a direct statement at the time, but it was clear he disapproved of demolishing the Ruins."

Qin Feiyang frowned immediately, concerned about this development.

Fatty curiously asked, "When did the Mansion Lord go to the Imperial Capital?"

Wang Hong smiled. "Not long after you two were locked up."

Fatty nodded in realization, then grinned slyly. "It seems the Mansion Lord was afraid that once he left Spirit State, no one could control us. That’s why he locked us up."

Wang Hong and Jiang Qianqing exchanged awkward glances. He even figured that out? This darn Fatty’s mind is surprisingly sharp!

That was correct. The Mansion Lord had indeed locked them up for that very reason. Going to the Imperial Capital wasn’t a short trip; what if Qin Feiyang caused trouble while he was away? Therefore, it was simpler to just lock them up.

Of course, Wang Hong and Jiang Qianqing would never admit this to their faces. Because once they admitted it, Fatty’s arrogance would surely inflate further.

"Ahem!" Wang Hong cleared his throat and turned to Qin Feiyang. "Don’t dwell on this now. Focus on dealing with the people from the other eight states."

"That’s right," Jiang Qianqing chimed in with a smile. "The people from the other eight states are no simple characters, and Dongfang Wuheng’s leadership abilities aren’t necessarily top-notch. You must assist him from the sidelines."

"I will do my best." Qin Feiyang nodded and cupped his hands. "Then I shall take my leave."

Wang Hong said, "Take good care of Ren Wushuang on the road, and be careful."

"Alright."

Qin Feiyang responded and, with Fatty, hurried to catch up with the main group.

After they had walked some distance, Fatty furrowed his brows and said, "Boss, Master Fatty has been pondering something, but I just can’t figure it out."

"What is it?" Qin Feiyang asked suspiciously.

Fatty said, "Logically speaking, shouldn’t the three leaders of the Holy Temple be the ones escorting us here? Why is it Wang Hong and Jiang Qianqing?"

"I’ve pondered this question too," Qin Feiyang replied. "I suspect it’s because the Mansion Lord feared the three Hall Masters might have their own agendas. Especially the Hall Master of the Martial Palace. If he were to escort us, he would likely try to put us at a disadvantage."

"Damn, you figured that out too?" Fatty was dumbfounded, shaking his head and sighing, "Indeed, age brings cunning."

Qin Feiyang smiled faintly. "Could someone unintelligent really hold the position of Mansion Lord?"

"That’s true," Fatty chuckled, then added, "But this Jiang Qianqing, he’s greatly valued by the Mansion Lord. I wonder what his background is."

Qin Feiyang was startled, then frowned. "Didn’t the Mansion Lord say he is a Loose Cultivator?"

"A Loose Cultivator?" Fatty snorted, shaking his head. Every time he saw Jiang Qianqing, Fatty had a distinct feeling that this man was definitely not as simple as the Mansion Lord claimed.

After hearing Fatty’s words, Qin Feiyang pondered and also found it strange. Ordinarily, a Loose Cultivator who could reach the War Ancestor realm must possess an extraordinary state of mind. Such a person wouldn’t typically place high importance on power and status. So why had he suddenly come to serve as the City Lord of East City? To say the Mansion Lord had invited him to be City Lord was surely impossible. The Mansion Lord had countless capable individuals under him, and the State City wasn’t lacking in experts; anyone could have been competent for the role. Therefore, it was most likely Jiang Qianqing who had actively sought out the Mansion Lord.

"What are you two dawdling for? Hurry up and follow, don’t hold us back!"

Just as Qin Feiyang was lost in thought, an irritated shout rang out. It was Wu Yan.

Qin Feiyang looked up and saw Wu Yan turning back, looking at him and Fatty with disgust.

Immediately, his brow furrowed subtly. It seems this journey won’t be peaceful.

Fatty, however, made no attempt to hide the cold glint in his eyes, saying in a low voice, "Boss, why don’t we find a chance to get rid of these flies!"

"Let’s not instigate trouble, to avoid giving others grounds for gossip," Qin Feiyang said. "However, even if we don’t provoke them, some people definitely won’t be able to restrain themselves for long. We just need to wait patiently."

"Understood," Fatty grinned.

SWOOSH!

The two of them quickened their pace, rapidly catching up with the main contingent and walking alongside Ren Wushuang and Shen Mei. As for the others, most didn’t seem to welcome their presence, so they naturally wouldn’t try to curry favor with those who gave them the cold shoulder.

Ren Wushuang glanced around at the people and asked in a low voice, "Where’s the little wolf cub? Why don’t I see it?"

Qin Feiyang replied, "It’s in seclusion, attempting to break through to the War Ancestor realm."

"So quickly?" Ren Wushuang was astonished.

Shen Mei, standing beside her, was even more stunned, her mouth agape.

"Heh heh," Fatty chuckled, his expression full of pride. "Master Fatty is now an Eight-Star War Emperor."

Undoubtedly, the two women’s fragile hearts were wounded once more. Even this despicable Fatty has already broken through to the Eight-Star War Emperor realm! How are all these guys such freaks? There’s simply no comparison!

"Walking like this is too slow! Let’s just fly over!" someone suddenly proposed, their tone impatient.

"I agree. We’ve come this far without encountering any danger. There’s no need to be so overly cautious," another person chimed in.

"No way," Dongfang Wuheng shook his head. "Both Commander Wang Hong and the Mansion Lord have made it very clear that this place is extremely dangerous. We must proceed with caution, step by step."

Murong Xiong retorted discontentedly, "They only said the Death Swamp is dangerous, not that this place is dangerous too. Is all this necessary?"

Dongfang Wuheng smiled. "I am merely considering everyone’s safety."

"What a joke!" Murong Xiong scoffed. "Look around you! As far as the eye can see, there isn’t even a single hiding spot. Even if there were some monster, it would have nowhere to hide! This is the first time I’ve realized you’re so timid. If you want to crawl along, then crawl. I’m not waiting for you."

Murong Xiong glanced disdainfully at Dongfang Wuheng and then leaped into the air.

Seeing this, Dongfang Wuheng frowned, about to continue persuading him, but just then, a sudden change occurred!

Murong Xiong, who had leaped into the air, plummeted back down, crashing hard onto the ground, cutting a rather sorry figure.

"What’s going on?"

Everyone instantly halted, looking around vigilantly.

Dongfang Wuheng scanned the surroundings. Seeing no one else nearby, he walked over to Murong Xiong and asked, "Are you alright?"

Murong Xiong ignored him. He got up and stared at the sky, his large, bell-like eyes filled with horror.

Everyone followed his gaze. Still, there was nothing there.

For a moment, everyone’s hearts were in their mouths, and they found it hard to calm down.

Qin Feiyang also gazed at the sky in confusion. What could be causing this?

Fatty whispered with suspicion, "Boss, do you think he might have suddenly had an epileptic fit?"

"A mighty War Ancestor having an epileptic fit? Have you lost your mind?" Ren Wushuang couldn’t help but roll her eyes at him.

Fortunately, Murong Xiong was several tens of meters away, and Fatty had spoken very softly, so Murong Xiong hadn’t heard him. Otherwise, given Murong Xiong’s temper, he would have definitely flared up on the spot.

Suddenly, Qin Feiyang also leaped into the air.

All eyes instantly converged on him.

The same thing that happened to Murong Xiong occurred again. Qin Feiyang also fell, but having been prepared, he wobbled for a few moments before steadying himself, not looking as disheveled as Murong Xiong.

However, his expression was almost identical to Murong Xiong’s—filled with shock and horror!

Everyone became even more perplexed. This was too strange. They all wanted to jump up and experience it for themselves, but faced with this eerie atmosphere, they felt a growing apprehension and didn’t dare to act.

Ren Wushuang looked at Qin Feiyang, her fine brows knitted tightly, and asked, "What on earth is happening?"

Qin Feiyang said gravely, "There’s a strong gravitational force permeating the air. Once you ascend, that gravity presses down on you."

"Gravity!" Ren Wushuang’s eyes flickered. She attempted to levitate slightly, and sure enough, a strong gravitational force immediately pressed down on her.

After the attempts by Murong Xiong, Qin Feiyang, and Ren Wushuang, the others finally felt reassured enough to try it themselves.

"It’s no big deal. At most, we just can’t fly. Nothing else is affected. There’s no need to make such a fuss," Xui Yang said indifferently, glancing at Qin Feiyang with a hint of mockery.

However, the first to look at Xui Yang were not Qin Feiyang’s group, but Dongfang Wuheng and the other two Kings; their gazes were extremely unfriendly.

At this, Xui Yang’s expression changed, and he cautiously asked, "Senior Brothers, did I say something wrong?"

However, Dongfang Wuheng, Dong Zhengyang, and the other King were no longer looking at him. They were gazing at the sky, their hearts feeling exceptionally heavy.

Qin Feiyang felt the same. The situation here is almost the same as in the chasm above the Ruins, he mused. Although the gravity here isn’t as terrifying as above the chasm, the critical point is that with this gravity, we can’t fly. And now, who knows where our destination lies? If the journey is long, walking will take who knows how many years and months. Moreover, Commander Wang Hong repeatedly said the path ahead is fraught with danger; when we encounter those dangers, our movements will surely be restricted. And most importantly, the end of the plains is a swamp! That will undoubtedly make it even harder to traverse! Because anything that falls into a swamp will be mercilessly swallowed until it suffocates. If there’s no solid ground to step on, even entering the Death Swamp might be a problem, and even if we do enter, we’ll be treading on thin ice.

Conversely, if they could fly, they wouldn’t need to touch the ground, which would be much easier.

Therefore, everyone who understood this point felt their hearts grow particularly heavy.