Little Sequence Ning

The valiant female general glanced sideways at the newcomer and asked, "Why are you here?"

"There is news."

"Oh?"

Spirit Sequence Five explained, "A few days ago, the spirit guards we sent out found their traces. By my calculations, those people should arrive at the hunting ground within a few days."

Upon hearing this, the corners of the female general's lips curled upward slightly. "It's been nearly three years. They certainly took their time."

She was somewhat expectant—expectant to see the fellow who could slaughter five cities in half a month and still retreat unscathed from two Ancestral Spirits...

Just what kind of extraordinary person would he be?

Spirit Sequence Five said nothing; they had indeed waited for nearly three years.

Regarding the opponent's information, the Ancestral Spirit Hall had also clarified everything.

They came from the lower realm of the former Sword Province, called Fanzhou.

The fellow who escaped from his hands was named Jun, and he used to be a very formidable figure.

An Immortal King powerhouse who had survived since millions of years ago.

But that was only in the past.

Furthermore,

The little fellow who shattered the Sky Gate was named Xu Xian, and that outlier wandering near Sword Province had followed him as well.

The female general stood with her hands behind her back, talking to herself. "The Leader of the Sequence sent a letter saying we must capture that little fellow named Xu Xian, and he must be taken alive. I truly don't understand. In this hunting ground, there are at least ten thousand living spirits at the Mortal Immortal stage. We could grab eight thousand at random..."

The female general's confusion was shared by Spirit Sequence Five.

He couldn't figure it out either...

When all was said and done, the Leader of the Sequence seemed to care more about the little fellow who shattered the Sky Gate.

As for Jun, who had caused them such a great loss, he was barely mentioned.

But this was the will of those above; they had no choice but to obey.

He mused, "The Leader of the Sequence must have a reason for doing this. We only need to focus on capturing the people."

The female general gazed into the distance at that extremely dazzling River of Heaven suspended over the hunting ground, and said meaningfully, "Just focus on capturing the people? Hah... it's not as easy as you make it sound."

Spirit Sequence Five was puzzled and asked in return, "Is it not enough with you, me, Seventh Sister, and Eighteenth Brother? Not to mention we have a million elite troops and have been setting this layout for a long time. It should be as easy as catching a turtle in a jar."

The female general turned her head toward Spirit Sequence Five and remarked sarcastically, "If it were as easy as you say, that Jun would never have been able to escape from the two of you back then."

Spirit Sequence Five lowered his head in silence, his fists clenching uncontrollably.

Mentioning this was indeed an unspeakable pain in his heart.

This scar had accompanied him for two whole years.

One could call it a scar, or one could call it a disgrace.

The female general gave a disdainful smile, her eyes filled with a sense of disappointment. She said, "Winning is easy, but wanting to keep all their lives is not so simple. This hunting ground is so vast. If they are determined to run, never mind the four of us—even if all eighteen of us were here, there would be no hundred percent certainty."

Spirit Sequence Five remained silent.

The female general continued, "Never underestimate any opponent. Any fellow who can be regarded as your opponent is not simple. You must give it your all."

Spirit Sequence Five humbly accepted. "I will remember Third Sister's teachings!"

"Hmph... go get busy then."

Spirit Sequence Five replied, "Understood!"

Just as Spirit Sequence Five left, another figure darted out from the base of the city wall.

The newcomer crouched on the battlements, his narrow eyes filled with a feminine grace. Compared to Spirit Sequence Five, he was clearly much more casual when facing this highest-ranking officer of the Far East Army, appearing very familiar and close to her.

He called out cheerfully.

"Aunt!"

The female general didn't look at him once. Her tone was stern, yet it carried the indulgence a senior has for a junior. "Speak your mind or get lost."

The newcomer said flatteringly, "Ning'er has come to request permission to fight from Aunt."

The female general glanced at him and uttered two words: "This Sovereign will give you one more chance. Rephrase that!"

The newcomer pulled back his smile, leaped down from the battlements, and stood respectfully. He cupped his hands and bowed, saying solemnly:

"In response to the Third Adult, Little Sequence Ning has come to request permission to fight!"

The female general was quite satisfied with this, a hint of gratification appearing between her brows. She asked knowingly, "What fight?"

Little Sequence Ning said, "I heard from the Seventh Adult that among this group, there is a living spirit youth with extraordinary strength, many tricks, and deep foundations. He can enter and leave spirit tides as if they were nothing at the Mortal Immortal stage, and he can even kill dark spirit powerhouses across realms. I wish to fight him. I hope the Third Adult will grant this."

"Have you thought this through?"

"I have."

"You heard your Fifth Uncle's words, didn't you? The Leader of the Sequence said this child must be taken alive," the female general reminded him.

Little Sequence Ning's gaze was sharp. He grabbed at the air with his five fingers and said with full confidence, "I will surely capture this scoundrel alive."

The female general said thoughtfully, "The elders fight the elders, and the youngsters fight the youngsters. It is reasonable. You have been in my army at the Spirit-Immortal boundary for some years now. In this hunting ground, there truly aren't many who can be your match. This is indeed a rare opportunity to practice..."

She paused, and her voice suddenly grew louder. "Little Sequence Ning, receive your orders!"

Little Sequence Ning shouted, "This officer is here!"

"Granted!"

Little Sequence Ning's eyes shone. "Thank you, Third Adult!"

The female general gave him a deep look and added, "If you can capture this boy alive, I will record a merit for you in the books. When the matter is finished, I will promote you to the Blood Spirit Army as a Thousand-man Commander!"

Upon hearing this, Little Sequence Ning was overjoyed and said excitedly, "Thank you, Aunt!"

The female general's brows furrowed as she let out a low hum.

"Hmm?"

Little Sequence Ning quickly corrected himself. "Thank you, Third Adult!"

The female general's brows relaxed, and she gave a long hum of approval.

"Mm!"

Little Sequence Ning looked up, relaxed his fists, and gave the female general a cynical wink.

The female general said crossly, "Now scram!"

"By your command!"

Little Sequence Ning left in a great mood, filled with endless anticipation for what was to come.

As everyone knew,

The most elite dark legion of the Greedy Court was the Far East Army, and the most elite within the Far East Army were the Blood Spirit Guards!

The hundred thousand Blood Spirit Guards were composed entirely of dark spirits.

In the armies of the dark creatures, there were five ranks of officers.

They were: Decurion, Centurion, Thousand-man Commander, Myriad-man Commander, and Grand Commander!

A Decurion commanded ten men,

A Centurion commanded a hundred men,

A Thousand-man Commander commanded a thousand men,

And a Myriad-man Commander commanded ten thousand men.

As for a Grand Commander, they could command a hundred thousand troops.

In an ordinary army, to be a Decurion, one had to be at least an early-stage Earth Immortal stage dark spirit, and a Centurion had to be a late-stage Earth Immortal stage dark spirit.

A Thousand-man Commander was granted a spirit surname and had to be at least an early-stage Heaven Immortal stage Small Spirit Lord.

A Myriad-man Commander and a Grand Commander started at the God Immortal stage as Great Spirit Lords; in any other place, they could serve as high-ranking provincial officials.

However, the Blood Spirit Army was different. As the elite of the elite, if an ordinary dark creature wanted to be a Thousand-man Commander there, they had to be at least an early-stage God Immortal stage Great Spirit Lord.

A Myriad-man Commander had to be at the God Immortal peak, a Great Spirit Lord infinitely close to being an Immortal King.

And the legion commander of the Blood Spirit Army, the Grand Commander, was personally overseen by Spirit Sequence Seven, one of the nineteen Ancestral Spirits in the Greedy Court's Ancestral Spirit Hall.

Little Sequence Ning possessed the Ancestral Spirit bloodline and held a noble status, but his cultivation was only at the early Heaven Immortal stage. If he could become a Thousand-man Commander in the Blood Spirit Army at this age, it would definitely be a first in the entire Greedy Court.

Power was secondary;

Given his identity, what he cared more about was the honor.

Supreme glory.

It would surely earn him recognition from his father.

And being recognized by his father was very important to him.

"Xu Xian, just wait. I, Little Sequence Ning, will surely capture you alive! Hahaha!"