Kapitel 6: The Master Becomes a Servant
Under the northern city of Lu.
The sound of horse hooves thundered like a roar.
Kicking up billowing dust, Lu Changkong wore armor, wielding a long spear in his hand. His eyes were electric, and as his horse's mane flew in the wind, he charged towards Feng Shi who was riding ahead.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
On top of the city tower.
A bare-chested man began to swing a drumstick, causing the surface of the drum to vibrate and emit the pounding sound of war drums.
Lu Changkong's gaze sharpened as he felt a sharp momentum approaching. The yellow sand on the ground seemed to be blown away.
"Lu Changkong... a master warrior!"
Feng Shi murmured lowly, and then burst into laughter, his voice thundering like an explosion.
He tightened his legs around the horse's belly, and the black horse clad in armor beneath him neighed.
Fearless and relaxed, they charged forward like thunder.
The scenery on the ground quickly passed by on both sides.
Bloodlust filled Lu Changkong's eyes as he tightly gripped the large knife in his hand.
One from the south and one from the north, the two figures on their steeds galloped continuously.
Although Lu Changkong's figure was strong, he was still inferior to Feng Shi, who was a first-class martial artist specializing in external skills.
While Lu Changkong practiced internal skills that moved blood.
The two rapidly approached each other.
Lu Changkong slightly bent his body on the horse's back, and the long spear in his hand swept out horizontally.
The veins on his arm bulged like coiling dragons.
Feng Shi roared.
Amidst the thundering war drum, which caused people's blood to surge and jump, Lu Changkong's long spear collided with Feng Shi's large knife!
Sparks splashed, and the sound of metal clashing exploded.
Feng Shi possessed innate divine strength and was extremely brave.
After their collision, he actually suppressed Lu Changkong in terms of strength.
Although he was not a master, in reality, he wasn't much different from one.
Lu Changkong's gaze turned cold, killing intent filled his eyes as he looked at Feng Shi, as if he was looking at a dead man.
The long spear suddenly turned, releasing its force and then forcefully striking. The explosion of blood qi caused Lu Changkong's helmet to fly off.
Rip!
The long spear pressed against the long knife and swept across the blade.
Feng Shi's heart trembled, and he gave up the precious knife in his hand.
Lu Changkong coldly snorted, flicked the long spear, and impaled Feng Shi's knife into the ground.
Then, he threw a punch.
Feng Shi roared in anger and swung his huge fist, colliding head-on with Lu Changkong's fist.
However...
Lu Changkong practiced internal skills, with continuous blood and qi. He smashed out three punches in a row before Feng Shi could regain his strength.
Plop!
Feng Shi coughed up blood and was thrown off his horse. He landed on the ground, rolling in a miserable manner.
"Excellent!"
"Our lord is mighty! Kill!"
"Our lord is a master warrior, how dare a brute like Feng Shi vie for superiority!"
...
On the walls of Lu City, the defending soldiers cheered and their morale surged.
The northern army fell silent.
Lu Changkong didn't feel complacent, his gaze remained icy. He galloped past, reaching out his hand to grab the spear stuck in the ground, and forcefully swept it towards Feng Shi, intending to cut him in half.
Feng Shi did not hesitate and turned back, running towards the direction of the army.
His legs were like pillars, running like a giant beast, causing the ground to tremble.
...
Deep within the ranks of the northern army.
A massive marching tent was stationed.
Soldiers rushed in and knelt on one knee upon entering the tent.
"Report to the commander! Lu Changkong, the lord of Lu City, personally took the field. General Feng was defeated and retreated."
The soldiers loudly reported the battle report to the commanding officer.
Inside the tent, at the main seat.
A man with a slender figure, somewhat refined, wearing armor and a flowing red cloak, sat on the main seat. He held his chin with one hand and lightly tapped his index finger.
Upon hearing the soldier's report, he didn't show any signs of anxiety. Instead, a hint of joy appeared between his eyebrows.
"Lu Changkong has indeed left the city."
Inside the tent, many soldiers also revealed strange expressions.
"Commander, you truly have extraordinary insight. Lu City... has become like picking fruit from a basket."
Many soldiers congratulated the commander, Tan Tai Xuan.
A gentle smile appeared on Tan Tai Xuan's refined face.
"Lu Changkong is a cunning old fox, not easily leaving the city. Only a reckless general like Feng Shi, who is full of foul language, can provoke him."
Tan Tai Xuan stood up, and a trace of sharpness flickered in his refined eyes.
"Have all the martial arts masters mobilized. Today, we must prevent Lu Changkong from returning to Lu City. We only have one chance. If Lu Changkong escapes back inside the city, defending without attacking, it will take several months before we can capture Lu City."
"In addition, let the insiders in the city make their move. With internal troubles and external threats, Lu City... will inevitably fall."
Tan Tai Xuan put on his helmet, waved his hand, and ordered.
The commanders all saluted and accepted their orders.
...
The sound of horseshoes exploded.
Feng Shixiong's heart shook.
Suddenly.
The Northern Army camp split apart, and several figures riding on horses attacked Lu Changkong.
There was a thunderous roar, and the sound of explosions filled the air.
Strange noises erupted from their bodies - they were martial arts masters!
Those who charged out from the main camp were all martial arts masters!
Lu Changkong's heart tightened slightly. He pulled on the reins, lifting the horse's hooves high.
Feng Shi's heart relaxed and he burst into laughter.
The sound of breaking through the air resounded.
Four figures emerged, wielding spear, sword, knife, and whisk!
"Lu Jianpai, Black Tiger Gang, and...Qingcheng Sect?!"
Lu Changkong's gaze narrowed. Besides one Northern Army general, the other three were actually martial arts masters!
"People of the martial world, under the call of the country's master, should have assisted our Great Zhou. How could you all betray and join the enemy?!"
Lu Changkong roared and his temple throbbed slightly.
He wielded his long halberd, a white light flashing as it clashed with the swords and whisks.
Against three opponents, he was surprisingly not at a disadvantage.
In the Northern Army, Dantai Xuan stood on a raised spectator platform, his gaze also slightly narrowed.
"Lu Changkong's strength has improved again...fortunately, the three martial arts masters are helping him. Otherwise, it would be really difficult to stop him."
Dantai Xuan sighed.
"Unfortunately, even martial arts masters are still human."
In the distance.
After driving back the enemies with a move, Lu Changkong didn't hesitate. He turned his horse around and swiftly dashed towards the direction of Beiluo City.
He had recently made a breakthrough in strength and thought he had everything under control. But now, the martial arts masters had actually betrayed him. Lu Changkong couldn't afford to fall. Once he was captured, Beiluo City would be without a master...and it would surely fall!
Suddenly.
A surge of boundless anger surged in Lu Changkong's eyes.
"How dare you!!!"
Lu Changkong roared, his voice creating shockwaves.
The city gates that were wide open didn't know when, but they closed!
On top of the city walls of Beiluo City, chaos had already erupted.
The martial artists from the three major families, dressed in Confucian attire, were competing with the soldiers on the city walls.
With the closing of the city gates, Lu Changkong was instantly isolated and without support.
...
When Ning Zhao pushed Lu Fan, who was sitting in a wheelchair, to the bottom of the city wall, the entire Beiluo City was already in turmoil.
Behind the city gates, one after another bodies piled up - Lu Changkong's trusted subordinates were pierced through the chest by long spears, kneeling on the ground with angry and lifeless eyes.
The air was filled with the pungent smell of blood.
The Confucian-dressed martial artists from the three major clans were killing the gate guards and seizing power before closing the city gates.
Lu Fan frowned slightly, his face turning pale. He covered his mouth and nose with a woolen blanket, finding it difficult to adapt to the bloody smell.
Ning Zhao and Yi Yue were fine since they were martial artists, accustomed to fighting and killing.
Even Ni Yu had seen blood before.
But for Lu Fan, it was his first time witnessing such a brutal scene.
"Young Master..."
Ning Zhao glanced at Lu Fan with some concern.
Lu Fan waved his hand, a flash of understanding in his eyes.
This was the chaotic world...
In a chaotic world, human life is as insignificant as weed. Even if he had a system attribute panel, it would all be empty talk if he couldn't stay alive.
This world, this era, follows such rules.
"I'm fine."
Lu Fan said lightly.
"I just don't like the smell of blood."
In the distance.
Three Confucian-dressed scholars held blood-stained long swords, blocking Lu Fan and the others.
"Halt!"
They looked at Lu Fan sitting in a wheelchair with some suspicion.
They recognized Lu Fan, the young master of Beiluo City, from the three major clans. However, it was quite strange for this weak-looking Lu Fan to appear in front of the city gate at this moment.
"Little Lord Lu, this is not a suitable place for you to recite poems and admire willows. You should leave quickly. It's not safe for a disabled person to be here," one of them sneered.
"Beiluo City is about to change hands soon. Lu Cripple, you'd better go back quickly and pack up to escape for your life," another one taunted.
"Escape? Without his father, how long do you think this cripple can survive? But his maidservants are not bad. We can take them for ourselves," the third scholar laughed, completely disregarding Lu Fan's expression.
The three scholars sneered, no longer maintaining their elegant demeanor when facing Lu Fan in the past.
A wheelchair-bound cripple and three maidservants... This combination is quite ridiculous.
Of course, these three scholars didn't let their guard down.
Ning Zhao's internal energy was restrained due to her breakthrough to the grandmaster level, and she didn't carry any weapons, so her strength couldn't be seen.
It was Yi Yue they were cautious of. Yi Yue had a long whip tied around her waist, clearly indicating that she was a martial artist.
Moreover, judging from Yi Yue's expression and continuous surging of internal energy, it seemed that her strength was not weak!
As for Ni Yu, who held the umbrella...
Just a cute little thing.
It was hard to tell if she was even useful.
Unable to discern any emotion from the beautiful face of Ning Zhao, the three scholars stared at Yi Yue intently. Yi Yue drew her whip and her gaze turned cold.
Ni Yu hugged the umbrella handle and huddled close to Lu Fan, trembling with her petite body.
Lu Fan sat in the wheelchair, his ten fingers interlaced on the woolen blanket draped over his lap, his gaze lifted and fell on the chaotic city wall in the distance, his brows slightly furrowed.
Indeed, everything had fallen into chaos.
Since the system had issued this mission, there would be no unexpected events.
"Dare to insult the young master...you will die!"
Yi Yue's face was full of killing intent.
With a crack, her whip struck the ground, creating an explosive sound like firecrackers.
However...
Ning Zhao calmly placed her delicate hand on Yi Yue's shoulder.
"You guard the young master."
Ning Zhao said.
Her words fell.
She clapped her hand on the handle of the wheelchair.
Clang!
A cold light instantly flew out, as if a gust of wind swept by.
A thin as cicada's wings long sword was hidden in the wheelchair.
The long sword was in her hand.
Ning Zhao's figure had already flown out like a gentle breeze, and continuous explosions of internal energy resounded.
The three scholars were stunned.
The next moment, they were horrified.
"Explosions of internal energy, a martial arts master?!"
"A master serving as a maid?! What kind of scene is this?!"
"Damn! Run away!"
...
The three scholars had never expected that the seemingly quiet and gentle maidservant would turn out to be a martial arts master.
Their minds trembled, devoid of any will to fight.
With a flash of white light, the sword passed by their necks.
Their green robes stained with blood, the three warriors died instantly.
Swoosh!
A gentle breeze swept by, without any dust.
Ning Zhao returned, lightly brushing away the bloodstains on the thin long sword. She sheathed the sword and placed it back in the wheelchair's backrest.
Lu Fan furrowed his brows, covering his mouth and nose with the woolen blanket.
He didn't even spare a glance at the corpses of the three scholars who had been killed.
"Ning Jie, let's go up to the city wall."
Lu Fan covered his nose with one hand and lightly tapped on the blanket with the other, saying.
At first, his voice trembled slightly.
Then...
It remained calm.
Ning Zhao's smile was as radiant as flowers as she softly responded. With her soft hands pushing the wheelchair, she walked past the three corpses and headed towards the city wall.
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