bioinnovel Chapter 278 The Heroic Spirit of the Shang Dynasty, Wen Zhong!
Chapter 278 The Heroic Spirit of the Shang Dynasty, Wen Zhong!
Three thousand miles.
For Su Fan at his peak, it would only take the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.
But now he is covered in injuries, the Nine Cauldrons have gone out of flame, and the Thunder Hammer has been left to Kong Xuan.
They can only walk on two legs.
Su Fan muttered curses as he walked.
On my first day in this other world, I was chased and hacked down by battle spirits. I found a divine artifact, but before I could even show it off, I was targeted by the remnants of the ancient demon abyss.
Later, they met the first peacock of the prehistoric world, only to find that the peacock was sealed away, and they had to hand over the hammer they had just acquired as a storage fee.
"System, can you still use your popularity points?"
[Available. Current popularity: 1.58 billion]
Su Fan's eyes lit up.
"Then exchange some recovery items for me!"
[Exchange successful: Nine-Turn Rejuvenation Pill x3, consuming 3000 million popularity points]
[Exchange successful: 5 Sky-Mending Ointments, consuming 5000 million Popularity Points]
[Exchange successful: 1 bottle of Millennium Spirit Milk, consuming 1 million popularity points]
After swallowing a pill, Su Fan felt his internal organs begin to function again.
After the second pill was taken, the cracks in the meridians began to heal.
After the third pill was used, his divine power was restored by 30%.
He then applied the Heaven-Mending Ointment to his wounds, and the flesh corroded by the black liquid began to grow new flesh at a visible speed.
Finally, he took a sip of the millennium-old spiritual milk.
boom--
The Nine Cauldrons within his body began to glow faintly once more.
Although it still runs sluggishly, at least it's usable.
The Investiture of the Gods remained silent, but a faint golden light shimmered at the edge of the inscription.
Su Fan breathed a sigh of relief.
With strength comes confidence.
Su Fan continued walking eastward.
The terrain ahead began to change.
The dark red wasteland gradually faded, and sparse vegetation began to appear on the ground.
The malevolent aura in the air faded, replaced by an unfamiliar spiritual energy.
Su Fan slowed down and began to observe his surroundings.
He noticed something.
Since entering this area, I have not encountered any more battle spirits.
Logically speaking, such a large battlefield couldn't possibly have only one group of warriors.
The only explanation is that this area was also purified by some kind of force.
Su Fan remembered the rift valley where Kong Xuan was trapped.
Five-colored cliff walls, sealed with airtight runes.
Could this be a place sealed by some powerful being?
As Su Fan was thinking, suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves came from ahead.
Su Fan immediately dodged and hid behind a boulder.
The sound of horses' hooves grew closer.
It wasn't just one horse, it was hundreds.
Su Fan probed with his divine sense, and then he was stunned.
That was an army.
The soldiers wore bronze armor, carried spears and halberds, and rode identical black warhorses.
Banners fluttered in the breeze, bearing two large ancient seal characters: 【大商】 (Great Shang Dynasty).
Shang Dynasty?
Su Fan's brain went blank for a moment.
How could there possibly be Shang Dynasty troops here?
No, these soldiers...
They have no shame!
Beneath the bronze helmet lay a hollow darkness.
These are heroic spirits!
The leading general reined in his warhorse and stopped it thirty meters away from the boulder where Su Fan was hiding.
He turned his head, and a deep voice came from beneath his visor:
"Come out, I can smell it, the scent of a living person."
Su Fan knew he couldn't hide it anymore.
He emerged from behind the boulder, his right hand clenching as a crimson halberd materialized.
The general looked at Su Fan, then at the blood-stained halberd in his hand.
A moment of silence.
"A descendant of Xiang Yu".
"Zhou Gongdan's sword intent."
"besides……"
His gaze fell on Su Fan's chest.
"Nine Tripods".
Su Fan gripped his battle halberd tightly, ready to make a move at any moment.
But the general did not order an attack.
He simply stared at Su Fan, something seemingly shimmering beneath the hollow mask.
"Three thousand years."
"Finally, someone has arrived."
He dismounted and knelt on one knee.
Behind him, hundreds of Shang Dynasty heroes dismounted in unison, their movements perfectly synchronized.
"This humble general, Wen Zhong, pays his respects to the successor of the Nine Tripods."