Chapter 095 – Proclaiming Emperor - Part 1
As dusk fell, Li Yuan left the demon enclosure. His day with the demon dogs had gone smoothly, with no obstacles at all.
Still, forming a true spiritual link wouldn’t happen overnight. It required time and regular interaction with the demonic beasts, until one day, the bond would simply fall into place on its own.
He decided to devote his time to the demon enclosure; after all, he was especially fond of those three ebony marquises. Perhaps the lingering instincts of his past as a hunter made him partial to dogs.
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Three days later.
In the afternoon, another crate of eighth rank demonic beast meat was delivered to Li Yuan’s estate.
When Li Yuan returned that evening and saw the new shipment, he instructed Xiao Ju and Xiao Mei to send it over to Zhao Chunxin’s home the following afternoon—at twilight, too many eyes were roaming about, and he preferred to avoid drawing attention.
But secrets rarely stay hidden for long, and before anyone realized it, word of Li Yuan’s private deliveries had spread.
One day, the sky turned dark and a torrential downpour swept across the land. A sturdy horse-drawn carriage raced in from beyond the towering, black gates, rumbling to a halt in front of residence number 14. The door curtain flipped open with a smack as a tall, muscular figure leapt out. It was Fang Jianlong, one of the Blood Blade Sect’s top inner disciples.
His designated residence number alone revealed how close he stood to the top of the sect’s hierarchy. Only the sect master, deputy sect master, the four elders, and three enforcers outranked him, not counting the special facilities like the demon enclosure, puppet pavilion, and Blood Fury Hall.
Fang Jianlong had recently been running a martial hall in Parason Town, stationed right on the front lines in the Blood Blade Sect’s conflict with the Sun Family and Wei remnants. Many would have been killed in that crucible, but instead he seemed to have grown stronger. Though he hadn’t quite broken through to the seventh rank, he was only half a step away.
He stood there in the rain, towering like a living statue, anger burning behind his eyes. He didn’t move a muscle until, at last, he opened a large umbrella. With a forceful shake of his body, he scattered the water soaking his robes, then strode off toward Blood Fury Hall.