Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 1152 Establishing Authority at the Training Ground, Token Appears for the First Time

No one spoke, no one coughed, and even their breathing was kept to a minimum.

Those border generals who were used to life and death, those tribal chiefs who had crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and those old hunters who had fought with monsters on the wasteland for most of their lives, all held their breath at this moment.

They couldn't explain why.

But when that person walked in, he was like a sword that had not yet been drawn from its sheath.

There was no murderous intent, no oppressive aura, and he didn't even linger his gaze on anyone.

But everyone could sense that once that sword was drawn, no one on the entire training ground could stop it.

Jin Yanshan, the commander of Jinyu Prefecture, was the first to speak.

He didn't stand up, but just sat in his seat, looking Zhang Yuan up and down.

His voice carried an undisguised provocation, as if he were deliberately testing this outsider's background in front of everyone: "You're the kid who came back from Canglang Plains?"

Zhang Yuan did not stop and continued walking forward. As if he had not heard Jin Yanshan's words, he kept his eyes fixed straight ahead and his steps were not faltering at all.

Jin Yanshan's face darkened.

"I am asking you a question. In the battle of Canglang Plain, all the hunting teams suffered heavy losses, but you not only escaped unscathed, but also brought back some undead army."

"The token of the Yue Battalion is now in your hands. All the commanders are here; shouldn't you take out that token and let everyone see it?"

All the surrounding leaders fell silent, their gazes fixed on Zhang Yuan.

Everyone wanted to know what that token was and how much power this person truly possessed.

Zhang Yuan stopped in his tracks.

He stood in the center of the training ground, slowly turned around, and faced Jin Yanshan.

His expression was calm, almost expressionless.

He looked at Jin Yanshan, remained silent for a moment, and then spoke.

The voice wasn't loud, but everyone on the training ground heard it clearly: "Before I stood here, I went to Canglang Plain and brought out the 100,000 heroic spirits of the Yue Battalion who had been buried underground for millions of years."

"I also drove back the monster horde at the entrance of the North Valley, rescued the remnants of the besieged Stone Fortress, and led 200,000 men all the way from the Canglang Plain to the city of Zhaohua."

He paused, looking at Jin Yanshan with a calm gaze.

"I've done all this to get to where I am today. What have you done?"

Jin Yanshan's face turned ashen in an instant.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found that he couldn't say anything.

Because he really didn't do anything.

During the hunt in Canglang Plains, his Golden Feather Mansion stayed in the rear and did not participate in the frontal battle.

When Beigukou was besieged, he did not send troops to its rescue.

Zhang Yuan looked at him, his gaze still calm, his voice devoid of any emotion, yet it was like a sheathed knife held to Jin Yanshan's neck: "You didn't do anything, so what right do you have to speak to me?"

The drill ground was completely silent.

No one expected that this seemingly ordinary young man would speak with such confidence.

He directly silenced the commander of Jin Yu Prefecture in front of everyone.

Jin Yanshan's face turned pale and then red.

His hand gripping the hilt of the sword at his waist trembled slightly, but he did not draw the sword.

Because he knew that every word the other person said was true.

After a long silence, Jin Yanshan slowly released his grip on the knife.

He clasped his hands in a fist salute to Zhang Yuan, lowered his head, and said in a muffled voice, "Jin Yu Mansion, Jin Yan Mountain. Thank you, sir, for saving me in Canglang Plain."

Zhang Yuan glanced at him but didn't say anything.

He didn't return the greeting. He just stood there and accepted Jin Yanshan's bow.

The atmosphere on the drill ground suddenly became subtle.

Everyone could see that this Marquis of Qingyang was not there to exchange pleasantries with the various leaders.

He came to establish his authority.

Jin Yanshan's expression turned even uglier.

He withdrew his hand, stared at Zhang Yuan, and said with a hint of coldness in his voice, "The formalities are done. Now you can tell me, right? What exactly is that token?"

"You want to see?"

Zhang Yuan's voice was very soft, but when those three words fell, everyone on the training ground felt an indescribable pressure.

Jin Yanshan raised an eyebrow slightly, stood up and took two steps forward, his golden armor reflecting a dazzling light in the sunlight: "What, can't you stand it?"

Zhang Yuan did not answer him.

He simply held the Zhenyue Token in his hand and then slowly raised the token.

Just as the token was raised above his head—

An invisible force emanated from the token and spread outwards!

That power had no sound, no shape, and no light.

But everyone on the training ground felt it!

It was like an invisible mountain pressing down from the void, making it hard to breathe!

Like a giant beast that had been sleeping deep within its bloodline, it suddenly opened its eyes at this moment!

Something within their bloodline is being awakened by that power.

An aged, ancient memory buried deep within every drop of blood.

The leaders of those early tribes were the first to react.

They have passed down the memories of Tianyuan City through generations, and that resonance deep in their blood is stronger than anyone else's.

The old leaders who were closest to Zhang Yuan involuntarily took several steps back, their foreheads covered in cold sweat.

Their knees were buckling, not from fear, but from a deep-seated submission.

"This...this is..."

An old leader's voice trembled, and he suddenly knelt down on one knee, not because of the oppressive aura, but because he recognized that aura.

"Tianyuan...it's the aura of Tianyuan..."

This sentence is like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, with ripples spreading outwards in concentric circles.

One by one, the expressions on the faces of the people on the drill ground changed.

The younger soldiers didn't understand what was happening, but the older veterans and commanders who had fought on the battlefield for decades all changed their expressions.

Because they sensed it.

That wasn't simply a matter of suppressing force.

It is a mark imprinted deep in the blood, passed down from generation to generation for millions of years.

Lie Yanghong of Burning Sky Fortress was violent, and at this moment, a surge of blood and qi rose in his chest, the force pressing down on him so much that he could hardly breathe.

He braced himself on his knees, trying to keep from bending over, but the words he uttered through gritted teeth betrayed his true state: "What the hell is this...?"

Jin Yanshan was standing closest to Zhang Yuan, and therefore under the greatest pressure.

His face turned deathly pale in an instant, and his legs trembled slightly.

The trace of ancient Golden-Winged Roc bloodline within him was surging wildly, not in a desire to resist, but in a desire to submit.

The suppression of his bloodline from a higher level made it difficult for him to even breathe.

But he gritted his teeth and stood still.

He stared intently at the token in Zhang Yuan's hand, his voice hoarse as he managed to squeeze out, "This...this is the Zhenyue Token?" (End of Chapter)