Chapter 509: Chapter 172: Daoist Priest Fan Wants to Enter the Imperial Palace? The Fu Clan of the Imperial City! (A 10,000-Word Mega Chapter, Please Subscribe)_3
The Xuanjia Army soldier was not just experiencing heavy breathing.
In that brief moment.
What he saw was not a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, but a ferocious wild beast larger than the Imperial City itself! That beast, which seemed capable of leveling the Imperial City with a single breath, was staring at him with its eyes wide open.
In the blink of an eye, cold sweat had drenched the back of the armored soldier, and sweat droplets as large as soybeans covered his forehead.
He found it extremely difficult to take even one more step forward.
This terribly uncomfortable feeling lasted for the duration of two breaths.
Until, Fan Wu suddenly spoke, "In a sense, this counts as a breakthrough, doesn’t it?"
His words were not addressed to the Xuanjia Army soldier.
They were directed at Hu Banban.
Immediately after, Fan Wu continued, "I seem to have misjudged the sturdiness of this city wall. I thought it was a bit more solid than I had imagined, so I didn’t hold back any strength. As a result, it looks like I overestimated it. I should have shown some restraint."
Fan Wu’s words sounded a bit contrived, but they were his true thoughts, and he was merely speaking candidly.
Hu Banban was dumbfounded!
Looking at the section of the city wall that had collapsed into ruins, and facing the question Fan Wu had posed, Hu Banban laboriously replied, "It should... should count as a breakthrough, right?!"
Fan Wu smiled and said, "Then I should be able to claim that ten thousand taels of silver, right?"
"Pro... probably can," Hu Banban nodded.
No!
It’s not probably!
It’s definitely possible!
Who in the world would have the audacity to deny this ten thousand taels of silver to someone who could punch down a segment of the city wall?
Even if it was a promise made by the late emperor, Daoist Fan Wu must be given those ten thousand taels of silver!
Anyone with a brain would think to secure such a terrifying existence, rather than attempting to anger him.
Taking a deep breath, Hu Banban explained, "Daoist Fan Wu, your... your shocking actions mean that even if you don’t actively seek the Imperial Court for the ten thousand taels of silver, the court will proactively find you and deliver the silver to you."
"Oh? That’s quite humane," Fan Wu wondered whether he should bother seeking the ten thousand taels of silver elsewhere.
Even though making such a move was just him impulsively wanting to test if the Imperial City’s wall was as formidable as claimed,
it didn’t mean that he, Fan Wu, would casually give up something within his easy reach.
To him, ten thousand taels of silver was no small amount.
There were still many things Daoist Fan Wu needed quite a bit of silver for.
Take, for instance, just his daily meals.
That was a huge expense in itself.
"So, even if I were to casually stroll around the Imperial City, the court officials would come to me with the ten thousand taels of silver?" Fan Wu clicked his tongue and asked.
"Indeed," Hu Banban nodded, his feelings extremely mixed.
In his eyes, Fan Wu had long surpassed the status of an ordinary cultivator. To Hu Banban, Daoist Fan Wu could easily cause havoc in the entire Imperial City with his own power alone!
Such an existence must not be offended, not even slightly!
Although it sounds presumptuous, overreaching, and even treasonous to say so,
Hu Banban still firmly believed!
That when dealing with Daoist Fan Wu, one should act as if they were dealing with the current emperor himself.
Because that punch from Daoist Fan Wu,
had established in Hu Banban’s heart a status that was incredibly prominent.
Even surpassing the status of the young prince!
"Fine," Fan Wu had already dressed himself and had also slung the Demon-slaying Sword back over his shoulder. His voice continued, "With a breach already made, it shouldn’t matter if we just enter the Imperial City from here."
Having said that.
Fan Wu stepped on the ruins of the Imperial City wall and walked steadily toward the Great Zhou Imperial City.
"Daoist Priest Fan, wait for me!" Yun Jiuqing, the shrewd accessory, led the Old Blue Ox and quickly followed suit.
Xing Fengzi sized up the gap that had been blown open by Fan Wu’s punch.
He muttered to himself as if talking to himself, "It feels like Daoist Fan Wu still held back a bit."
In his mind, if Daoist Fan Wu had really gone all out, without any restraint,
not just this section of the wall would have collapsed. He estimated that all the onlookers just now would have had to report to the gates of the underworld! So, Daoist Fan Wu had just now very cleverly controlled his terrifying power, preventing it from affecting too many people and avoiding casualties among the crowd.
As his thoughts surged, Xing Fengzi hurried to catch up.
The Nanjun County Prince didn’t need to say more; in Fan Wu’s presence, he always behaved as if he were a shrinking ostrich.
And now...
His head was lowered even further, wishing he could bury his skull in the ground.
Because he felt his head couldn’t possibly be as hard as the walls of the Imperial City.
There was no need to mention the Destiny Coffin; since it resembled a coffin, to prevent startling ordinary people, Yun Jiuqing had specifically covered it with a black cloth.
Now... one could see a strange object covered in black cloth, its wheels rolling automatically, following closely behind Fan Wu and the others.
