Nightfall

The National Master's Array

A Da died. He was not convinced of the fact until the end. But he closed his eyes and left the world. It was exactly one year since he was transformed from a slave to a powerful warrior of the Royal Court. He was young, a real young man from the grassland. He had firm faith and genuine love for his tribe. It was indeed cruel to destroy his faith even before he died.

But Ning Que had always been ruthless. He knew how brutal this young man from the grassland was when he slaughtered the Tang people. But he was not insane enough to seek for joy in torturing the enemy to the last moment by destroying his faith. He inherited Lian Sheng’s cultivation. Yet he was after all not Lian Sheng.

The reason why he said so to A Da before he died was because he always had a belief, that one might be born muddled, but he had to die with a clear mind.

He wanted that for himself, as well as for others. Furthermore, while he said so he was resetting his breath and restoring his strength. Therefore he had to do something meaningful to kill the time.

When A Da closed his eyes, Ning Que had finished resetting his breath. The tides in his ocean of psyche were gone. Crystal beads formed by Haoran Qi were shining inside his abdomen. Everything was settled.

He looked toward outside the City of Wei and grassland in the north. He bent his knees slightly while the bricks under his feet cracked. An incredible bout of strength was pushed to the ground via his legs and bounced back.

Upon a huge bang he left the street and leaped into the azure sky. He leaped as if he was jumping into a deep blue ocean. He jumped up really high, pierced through the slightly chilling air and left the ground in a blink. Reaching to over a hundred miles above the ground, he looked down and found the City of Wei like a small pile of dust, while the Wilderness turned into a huge carpet.

He could see vaguely the royal flag of the Golden Tribe afar. But he was not sure whether Chanyu was there. Throughout the fields hundreds bouts of dust were thickening, each of which was a grassland barbarian on the run. They were running blindly and desperately for survival.

Because of the height he could see further afar. He looked around and toward the furthest Tianqi Mountain that had became a dark line at the end of his sight. But he still could not find the person he was looking for.

He was not the Headmaster who could fly freely. No matter how high he could reach he had to get back down to the earth eventually. But he could choose when and where he would land.

In the next moment he fell toward the surface of the Wilderness. He was accelerating, and his suit of Tang soldiers crackled in the wind like fireworks. But he did not even squint. He gazed right at the spot he was about to land on.

The ground was coming closer and the darting cavalrymen and carriages on the fields became clearer and clearer. He could even see the sacred looks on the cavalrymen’s faces and the wooden cases in the carriages. Those carriages were his target.

The national master of the Golden Tribe Royal Court was in one of those.

As for Chanyu and the remaining cavalrymen of Golden Tribe who had fled to dozens of miles away in the north, he did not care at all. His priority now was to kill that mysterious and powerful national master.

Deafening cracking sounds were heard above the Wilderness. Someone fell toward the ground like a meteorite. Flames were formed after him because of the friction. But he was falling at such a high speed that all the flames were left far behind.

The warhorses from the grassland were scared and neighed constantly. Despite their masters’ whipping they kept circling in the field. The carriages were also spinning and could no longer proceed despite the carters’ yelling.