Chapter Seventy-Fifth: The King Above the Desert

  Ning Cheng couldn't believe his luck was really this good, before he could think clearly about what was happening, a loud explosion sounded above his head, and immediately a large piece of lightning fell down.

  This large piece of lightning fell not far in front of Ning City, and the yellow sand that fell with the lightning instantly turned into nothingness. A huge vortex suddenly appeared out of thin air. The surrounding yellow sand fell into this vortex at this moment, and the vortex grew bigger and bigger. That terrible suction power could even be felt by Ning City.

  Ning Cheng suddenly understood that the sandstone beasts had escaped because they knew the thunder was coming, and once the thunder hit them, it was obvious that they would be reduced to nothingness.

  At this moment, Ning City was still staying in place, he rushed out at the first time and escaped in the direction of those desert demons.

  Ning Cheng had just left, and in the place where he stood, another large piece of lightning fell, instantly turning the place where he stood into dust. The whirlpool in the sandy ground was directly connected to the newly turned dust, becoming larger and larger.

  This powerful momentum, let alone being a Genuine Cultivation, even if it were a Yuan Yuan Cultivation, would only be waiting for death if swept by this thunder light.

  Ning Cheng almost mobilized all his speed, bringing up a yellow sand line and charging forward.

  The third lightning bolt came down, and although it was still several meters away from Ning City, the residual waves generated by the lightning bolt had already blown the newly changed clothes of Ning City into rags.

  As the third flash of lightning fell, the flashes behind it grew denser and seemed to be getting closer.

  Ning City, who had been fleeing all along, finally understood the rules of these lightning flashes. They covered a huge area but were all in a straight line. When Ning City fled again, he no longer followed a straight line, but instead consciously dodged to the side.

  The rumbling sound was constantly echoing behind Ning City, and the place where Ning City had escaped from was constantly sinking into sand pits. Fortunately, Ning City had experience with this before, and although these sand pit whirlpools appeared very suddenly, they were unable to pull him in. What he really dreaded was the terrifying large-scale lightning flashing behind his back.

  It wasn't until nearly half a day later that Ning Cheng finally felt the sound of the explosion getting smaller and smaller behind him, before it eventually disappeared into another direction.

  Ning Cheng stopped and panted heavily, muttering to himself, "So that's how the Thunderfall Desert came to be. What's most terrifying here is actually this thunder."

  Ning Cheng had just let out a breath of relief when a loud whistle pierced the air, and immediately a white light burst forth from the horizon in the distance.

  Is anyone there? Ning Cheng quickly confirmed that the whistling and howling sounds were man-made. At this time, he had already lost his way in the Thunder Sand Desert, and when he met someone, he wouldn't miss it, so he hurriedly rushed towards the place where the white light was emitted.

  Half an hour later, Ning City appeared on the outskirts of this place, and he confirmed that there was indeed someone here.

  Not only are there people, but also a building similar to a Mongolian yurt. Inside these yurts, there is a large area of greenery, and even a crystal-clear lake.

  A number of soldiers guarded the temporary building, and in Ning City's view, the cultivation of these guards was extremely poor. The highest one was only an ordinary martial artist, with no true energy fluctuations on his body. At most, there were some fierce killing intent.

  It's so dangerous here, how did these people come? Ning Cheng's mind was increasingly bewildered. In this place, if one's cultivation is slightly weaker, they would be swallowed up by the desert at any time and anywhere, yet he discovered guards with no cultivation at all. Ning Cheng rubbed his eyes, he almost thought he saw it wrong.

  Ning quickly took off the tattered clothes on his body, washed them clean with dust-deciding water, and then put on a new set of clean clothes. He then slowly walked towards the yurt-like structure, while hiding his cultivation in the seventh layer of Qi gathering.

  These people's cultivation levels are not high, and some don't even have any cultivation. He doesn't want to make himself stand out too much.

  As Ning Cheng approached the range of these yurt-like structures, two guard soldiers had already seen Ning Cheng and immediately walked over quickly.

  "Excuse me, two friends, I'm lost here and feeling thirsty and hungry. May I rest for a while?" Ning Cheng didn't wait for the two soldiers to speak, but instead stepped forward and greeted them with a polite bow.

  The two soldiers looked Ning Cheng up and down, but no matter how they looked at him, he didn't look like a man who was thirsty and hungry. On the contrary, he looked more like a neighbor who had come to pay a visit.

  One of the soldiers gave another a glance, and upon seeing it, the other quickly turned around and left.

  After another person left, the soldier said to Ning Cheng, "Please stay here, this is the residence of our king's royal carriage, and you must obtain a report before entering."

  Ning Cheng glanced at the soldier's expression and knew that things were not as simple as he said. He said casually, "Oh, in that case, I'll just go rest somewhere else."

  After finishing speaking, Ning Cheng turned around and was about to leave.

  The soldier saw Ning Cheng about to leave and quickly blocked his way, "Friend, please stop. You can't leave here until we figure out where you're from."

  Ning Cheng raised an eyebrow, "What's going on? Is this place yours or something? I'm just passing through, and you won't even give me a drink of water. Are you trying to rob me?"

  The soldier who blocked Ning Cheng was about to speak when a thick voice rang out, "His Majesty says that since you've come, then come on in."

  Ning Cheng understood in his heart that the speaker's cultivation was at least at the third layer of Cong True, which meant that the appearance of this Mongolian tent here was not a simple matter.

  "Yes." The soldier replied respectfully and then turned around to say politely to the guest from Ning City, "Please follow me inside."

  "Lead the way." Ning Cheng had never planned on leaving, he wanted to ask about the route. If he didn't get the correct route, he would likely fall into the Thunderfall Desert.

  These people dare to set up so many temporary Mongolian tents here, and they also know that there is a desert oasis here. The possibility of having the correct route is over 90%. How could Ning City let go of this opportunity?

  As they entered the range of these yurts, Ning Cheng only discovered that these yurts were arranged in a unique layout, forming a defensive formation that perfectly surrounded the oasis. And next to the oasis was an especially large yurt.

  The soldier led Ning Cheng to the largest yurt door and said, "His Majesty summons you, go in."

  Ning Cheng's divine sense swept around a few meters to the left and right without finding anything unusual before he slowly stepped inside.

  This yurt is very large, Ning Cheng felt as if he had entered a grand hall, with an area of at least several hundred square meters.

  At the very top sat a long-haired barefoot girl, this girl looked extremely weak and beautiful beyond compare, the only thing that made people uncomfortable was that her eyes were slightly triangular, and a gentle and beautiful face seemed somewhat incongruous.

  It seems that she doesn't have any true yuan fluctuations on her body, and should be someone who has never cultivated before. However, this girl gives Ning City a very strange feeling.

  On either side of the girl stood a man and a woman. The woman had a coarse face, extremely fierce, and Ning Cheng could see her cultivation at a glance - she had completed the ninth layer of Qi gathering. On the other side, the man was slender and delicate, like a pretty boy, but his cultivation had already reached the third layer of True Condensation. Further down, two rows of four guards stood on either side, their cultivations mostly at the ninth layer of Qi gathering.

  Apart from this, in the corner of the hall, three monks were hung up with ropes, two men and one woman. What was unexpected for Ning City was that these three monks were all condensed into true cultivation, but when they were hung up, they didn't have a single bit of resistance, and together they drooped their heads, the flow of true yuan inside their bodies seemed to be stagnant. Several soldiers stood beside them with whips in their hands, and from the scars on these three people's bodies, it could be seen that their injuries were inflicted by these soldiers.

  The worst was that female cultivator, already at the second layer of Congenital Realm. Her broken clothes revealed her pale skin underneath. But this pale skin was also covered in scars, and it could only be faintly seen through these scars.

  These three people obviously still had a breath left in them. They heard Ning Cheng's voice as he entered, and they all lifted their heads, looking at Ning Cheng with confusion and puzzlement.

  A very strange smell came, Ning City detected that this smell was very weird, just like the smell he smelled when he fought with those sandy beasts before. This smell made him extremely uncomfortable, fortunately under his true yuan operation, this smell quickly dissipated.

  "The Emperor, it is this man who has trespassed into the forbidden area." The soldier who had hastily run back earlier saw Ning Cheng enter and quickly knelt down to report.

  The woman called Mistress waved her hand, "Alright, you can go now."

  After the soldier left, the girl looked up and down at Ning Cheng without any tension. Ning Cheng's clothes were spotless, with a long gun slung over his shoulder, looking as if he had just strolled in. He stood there without any awkwardness or discomfort. The girl furrowed her brow and asked softly, "Who are you? Why have you entered the Northern Ji's territory?"

  Beijue? Ning Cheng didn't know what Beijue was, he came over to ask about the correct route to Huazhou. Upon hearing this, he hastily and politely clasped his fists together and said, "My name is Ning Xiaocheng, I'm just passing by, just passing by, it's a misunderstanding."

  The robust woman standing beside the girl, who had gathered her energy to nine layers, suddenly shouted at Ning City in a stern voice, "You beast, still not kneeling down and speaking in front of the king!"

  Ning Cheng's face sank, he came to ask questions, but not to beg for mercy. In Ning Cheng's dictionary, there were no words "beg for mercy".

  Ning Cheng suddenly took a few slow steps forward, and just as everyone thought he was about to speak, Ning Cheng suddenly took a swift step forward, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of that fierce woman, raised his hand and slapped her twice.

  "Slap, slap..." Two crisp sounds rang out. By the time everyone saw Ning City fall back to his original position, the fierce woman who had scolded Ning City already had two purple-red palm prints on her face.