Chapter 232: Get Your A*s Out Here!
Translator: AstralGhost Editor: Kurisu
Shennongjia, named after the legendary God of Agriculture, Shennong, was more commonly known as Mt Shen Nong, Southern Mountain, Mountain of Bears, Celestial Dragon Mountain, or Shenlongjia, etc.
The scenery here was breathtaking and captivating, and contained next to no evidence of human activity. All kinds of rare and precious plants and animals could be seen here, flourishing in this untouched environment.
The earliest name Shennongjia was known by was 'Mountain of Bears'. A passage in the "Classic of the Mountains and Seas: Cloud" states that: Another 150 li East, there lies the Yang Bear Mountain. The mountain is home to many caves, with the Cave of Bears at its heart. Divine beings could often be seen coming and going freely. The mountain is active all summer, but sleeps the cold of the winter away. It is the Mountain of Bears which abounds with Emperors."
Many scholars deduced that the Mountain of Bears in the Classic of the Mountains and Seas was Shennongjia, which they based on the description, geography and position depicted in the ancient book.
These few days, many people noticed that there was an odd increase in the number of people entering Shennongjia. Helicopters could be seen flying passing over their heads, heading into the deepest portions of Shennongjia from time to time. Although nobody could guess what was going on inside, everyone was filled with curiosity.
Some people speculated confidently that traces of a group of savages had been discovered living in Shennongjia. Others swore that precious treasures had been unearthed within.
But no matter how rave the discussions were, not many people dared to venture into the deepest parts of Shennongjia. For regular people, the road to the heart of Shennongjia was equivalent to a road of death!
Only the most seasoned herb pickers of the land dared to go deep into the mountains. And even so, they needed to make ample preparations for every situation. Even minor things like the weather changes in the mountains needed to be taken into consideration!
Bei Feng and the rest finally reached the airport after a long ride. Without stopping for a rest, they boarded a helicopter which had been prepared for them and took off for the deep regions of Shennongjia. After flying the route for a long time, the pilot already understood the safest path in.
At this moment, at a particular spot in front of a tall mountain cliff, there was a multitude of martial practitioners gathered together. The strength of these people ranged from Esteemed Xiantian Lords to Dark Jing experts. All of them had arrived with only one goal—the resources of the Lido Ghost City!
Situated right before the cliff was a stone stele, which looked somewhat out of place. At this moment, it was sinking into the ground at a rate which would not be noticed unless one was looking at it intently. The day it sank into the ground fully would be the day that the Lido Ghost City opened!
"Lord Mitsui, for this excursion into the Ghost City with our Japanese martial practitioners, you do not need to bother about the other resources. We just need you to obtain that item with all your might!"
A group of people who were dressed like the local Chinese were gathered together, whispering in low voices.
"Understood!" The group of men grabbed the katanas by their sides and answered in unison.
The other experts nearby also turned around with frowns apparent on their faces. Why were these people here as well?
But no matter how displeased these experts were, they could not help but to furrow their brows darkly as they looked at their opponent's strength. Counting the number of Evolved Jing experts alone, there were at least fifty of them. This was a a formidable lineup which was not easy to deal with.
The two leading them were even more unfathomable, but one thing was certain from the way the Evolved Jing masters were so respectful of them—they were no weaklings.
"Those foreigners actually dared to come here? Aren't they afraid of being surrounded and attacked?" a Dark Jing expert mumbled.
"Don't be an idiot. Those foreigners are not weak either. Even if they can win, those big clans will suffer heavy losses on their side as well. Who would be willing to take on this kind of arduous and thankless task?" another Dark Jing expert chirped. None of the influential powers here had the ability to suppress the foreigners alone. For them to ally themselves with another influential power to deal with the foreigners was an even harder task.
Unless they were pushed into a dead end, or the foreigners seized an item that interested them as well, no one would willingly go and provoke that bunch of katana-wielding madmen.
A helicopter flew over their heads noisily, causing everyone to look upwards instinctively. Nobody paid much attention to it apart from sparing it a single glance. The closer the date of the Ghost City opening became, the more people would arrive.
Before the helicopter had landed, Bei Feng directly leapt off it from a height of over ten meters.
Seeing the sea of people gathered here, he was slightly taken aback. 'There's so many people trying to enter the Lido Ghost City?'
But thinking from another angle, perhaps most of the people were only here to experience the hype and witness the Lido Ghost City opening.
Bei Feng found a quieter spot and sat down with his followers to await the opening quietly.
"These d*mn Japs... they're too excessive!"
Two days passed peacefully, and Bei Feng was relaxing in his tent and ruminating about the Eagle Form Style when a commotion started outside.
Bei Feng furrowed his brows and, without even poking his head out of the tent, asked, "What's going on outside?"
"Esteemed Lord, a small family clan was killed by the Japanese. The reason was that..."
Bei Feng crawled out of the tent and commanded without waiting for Bai Song to finish, "Follow me to take a look."
Not far away, seven, eight corpses could be seen lying outside the Japanese campsite. Numerous experts had gathered and were staring furiously at the people in the Japanese camp. A Japanese was standing outside of a tent, polishing his samurai sword and sneering at the crowd.
"These bunch of wretched Japanese! If my cultivation was not so weak, I would definitely make them pay the price for this in blood!" A man gritted his teeth hatefully.
"I really don't know what those big clans are hesitating about! The way I see it, they should join forces and get rid of these d*mn foreigners first!"
An old timer Evolved Jing master swiveled his eyes to look at the camps of the four great clans in the distance.
"Brother Zhou, those Japanese are running a little too rampant. Should we give them a little warning?"
Within the campsite of the four great clans, four middle-aged men were sitting cross-legged and enjoying a cup of tea. After a brief silence, one of the them opened his eyes and gazed over at the direction of the Japanese campsite.
"The other side has two Xiantian Lords as well. If they really went all out, they might be able to drag one or two of us down with them to the grave as well. Let's just send an order down to the disciples to kill those Japanese disciples on sight instead when they're in the Ghost City," the man seated at the central position among them suggested. With a nod, the other three agreed and did not bring up the matter anymore.
"This is the results of provoking my countrymen!" Ize Aso drawled in a low voice. To dare to insult his Great Japan? That bunch of ants without even a single Evolved Jing master to back them were simply asking for death! At the same time, by killing the chickens to warn the monkeys, they could stave off future unnecessary trouble. It was also unlikely that the great clans would surround and fight against them all out for such a small matter.
As expected, the crowd could only stand from afar and grind their teethes. Not a single person dared to step forward. Seeing this, Ize Aso snorted coldly in disdain and turned around to walk back to his tent.
By now, Bei Feng had also arrived. With a light wave of his hand, a powerful might gushed forward, parting a path through the crowd for him.
Before him were the twisted bodies of several corpses, including a 16, 17 year old girl whose eyes were still wide open in death, as though she could not understand the reason she died.
Bei Feng's eyelids twitched slightly as his calm expression finally crumpled. He did not pause his steps and directly walked towards the front. Bai Song who was following behind him opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to say something. But, in the end, no words came out of his mouth.
Mystic One and the rest also tagged along without any hesitation to march towards the Japanese camp together.
"Quick, look! What's that young man doing?!"
Some of the crowd had begun to disperse despite their anger. But the sudden cry caused them to turn back in wonder. A young man with hair extending to his waist was walking towards the Japanese camp resolutely. His white robes fluttered gently in the wind, and his steps were slow and calm.
"Hurry and stop that young man! Don't let him humiliate himself!"
An elderly Evolved Jing master stepped out, preparing to block Bei Feng's path. This was probably just a passionate and impetuous youth behaving recklessly. He was certain that if the young man stepped foot in the Japanese camp, his life would soon be forfeit.
Unexpectedly, Bei Feng actually stopped and knelt down on the ground. Then, reaching out a hand, he placed his palms over the young girl's eyes and shut them gently. "Don't worry, I won't let you tread the path of the afterlife by yourself."
"GET YOUR A*S OUT HERE!"
"OUT HERE!"
"HERE!"
A domineering shout blasted out like a clap of thunder, echoing about endlessly through the mountain valley!
Bei Feng stepped forward and his demeanor immediately changed, causing him to resemble an enraged bear! His height was not tall, but in the shocked eyes of the crowd, his stature seemed to be growing larger and larger, as if he could hold up the heavens and support the earth by himself!