Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“Hundred and fifty-nine… hundred and sixty-eight…” The silent counting was vocalised.
The uniform counting seemed to be cheering Mu Ge on.
Mu Xiong pursed his lips as he looked at the figure on the high stage. His heart was both relieved and pained. He was already quietly holding a high level elixir that was good for healing. He had only obtained this elixir that could revive the dead by chance. He was just waiting for the punishment to be complete so that he could give it to Mu Qingge to keep her alive.
“Hundred and ninety-nine, two hundred!”
The whip, which was as thick as a baby’s arm, snapped into two at this point.
“My Lord!” The punishment executor’s expression changed as his knelt on the floor on one knee, looking up at Mu Ge who was still standing.
“Done?” Mu Qingge looked up towards the sky as she asked plainly. It was as if she was not the one who had suffered the punishment.
“My Lord, two hundred strokes, not one less!”
A uniform voice replied to her.
Mu Ge only felt that the sea of silhouettes were shorter than before. The pain on her back had spread across her body, numbing her.
Not one stroke less.
The answer brought a faint smile to Mu Ge’s lips. She blacked out and fell backwards.
“My Lord!” All the soldiers who were kneeling on the floor widened their eyes in shock when they saw her fall. Some almost got up to rush towards the stage.
But someone was faster than them.
There was a blue light, and Mu Xiong was already on the stage. He caughted Mu Ge’s body and shoved the elixir into her mouth, using his internal energy to break down the pill for her.
“Old General, please let me be the young Lord’s personal guard!”
“Old General, me too!”
“And me!”
The cries of the crowd made Qin Jinhao get up slowly. He looked towards the two members of the Mu family who were surrounded by the soldiers. There were hints of jealousy in his eyes, and his cold face was hard to read.
“Okay! We’ll talk about the matter of personal guard after Ge’er’s wounds have healed. Now, disperse.” Mu Xiong was happy that his grandchild had won the hearts of the soldiers, but he was more concerned about her wounds now.
Roar!
The roar of a beast that came from the sky interrupted the soldiers’ excitement.
Everyone looked towards the sky, even Mu Xiong and Qin Jinhao. Mu Qingge, who was protected by Mu Xiong’s arms, looked towards the sky weakly, perhaps because of the elixir, or because of the roar.
“That’s…”
In the skies, a few black dots that closed in seemed to be cutting through the skies.
“It’s the storm dragon leopard!” Mu Xiong’s eyes darkened.
As they spoke, the black dots moved in closer, and the people on the floor could see it clearer.
Storm dragon leopard?
Mu Ge’s vision was a little hazy, but she saw the nine, strange beasts that were pulling an extravagant chariot.
The beast had the head of a dragon but the body of a leopard. Its body was green with faint gold patterns, which made it mysterious and noble. Its back had pairs of wings that could create gales just by flapping. Air surged beneath its sharp claws, and a single step sent it miles away.
Its tail was filled with spikes, and its muscles were brimming with violent energy.
Compared to the dragon leopard, the chariot was much more low-profile. It was gold in color entirely, decorated with the head of the dragon leopard. A black curtain covered the inside of a sedan, making it hard to see inside.
“It’s the six winged storm dragon leopard. There’s only one person in Lin Chuan who can use the six winged storm dragon leopard to pull their chariot.” Qin Jinhao was standing in the empty space of the military camp with his personal guards. His eyes were filled with excitement and jealousy hidden in the depths as he looked up towards the sky. ‘Only I should sit on that chariot…’
“His Majesty the Sheng King, who is on par with the Emperor of the Shengyuan Empire!”
Shengyuan Empire? On par with the Emperor? Sheng King?
All the terms were unfamiliar to Mu Ge. In her confusion, the people around her, including Mu Xiong and Qin Jinhao, knelt down on one knee to pay their respects.
“Welcome, Your Majesty Sheng King!”
The weak Mu Ge leaned on Mu Xiong. Even if she did not want to pay her respects, she did not have a choice.
The storm dragon leopard stopped right above the military camp and looked down on the people.
A voice that made shivers run down Mu Ge’s body came from inside the chariot. “Come, Little Ge’er.”