[Demon, Four Seas, Nine Provinces] Chapter Seven: Hall of Ten Thousand Horses

Author: Yaoji,
first published on SeCheng on January 1, 2016.
Chapter Seven: Wanma Hall.
It was almost noon. Over a hundred people, some sitting and some standing, gathered in the hall of Wanma Hall.
"Boss, it's already noon, and no one has come yet..."
"Yeah, Boss! Those little bastards from Sihai must be tired of living. We've bullied them for so many years, they've probably
gone mad, daring to challenge our gang to a war. Boss, give the order! I'll lead my brothers to Sihai and tear down their damn gang!
"
"Yeah, Boss! Give the order!" A group of people surrounded them, waiting for their boss's command to
rush out and crush Sihai.
The slightly overweight middle-aged man sitting in the middle opened his large, goldfish-like eyes, stroked his beard, and
said in a deep voice, "Don't rush, it's not noon yet. If it really is Gong Wunan back, he will come." "
So what if it's Gong Wunan? Is he really that powerful?"
"Exactly! Even if he has three heads and six arms, and can take on our
Wanma Hall by himself with two young women? How many men can a small place like Sihai possibly have? We have so many brothers, I want to see
how many heads this Gong Wunan has..." Before he could finish speaking, a loud crash rang out, and the gate of Wanma Hall flew in sideways
and crashed to the ground.
Before the dust had settled, a tall, burly figure in dark brown heavy armor walked in step by step,
dragging a dark green wolf-tooth spear in his right hand, drawing a straight line on the ground, seemingly demonstrating its
weight to everyone. Everyone held their breath, focusing their attention on him and the wolf-tooth spear in his hand.
"Gong Wunan, it really is you!" Ma Wanshan, with an agility disproportionate to his somewhat bloated figure, darted
into the courtyard and stopped five meters away from Gong Wunan. The crowd behind him followed,
surrounding Gong Wunan in layers.
Gong Wunan also stopped, first surveying the spacious hall behind Ma Wanshan, then raising his head and
scrutinizing Ma Wanshan with his nostrils: "Big-Eyed Ma, how did you get so fat? Looks like you're living a
good life, huh? Can you still wield that little knife of yours?"
"Kid! How dare you speak to our Chief Ma like that? You're tired of living, aren't you? Take this!" A man behind Ma Wanshan
leaped up, wielding a single-edged sword, and with a move called "Breaking Clouds," the gleaming blade slashed fiercely towards Gong Wunan's head.
Gong Wunan didn't move. Just as the blade was about to cleave Gong Wunan's head in two,
Gong Wunan roared and unleashed a series of thunderous strikes. His wolf-tooth spear flashed upwards,
striking in four directions with lightning speed. The single-edged man screamed and flew more than two meters into the air like a kite with a broken string
, before crashing heavily to the ground. His mouth opened and closed as if trying to speak, but he could only spit out mouthfuls of bright
red blood.
The members of Wanmatang involuntarily took a step back. Ma Wanshan glanced at the man lying on the ground, his eye twitched
, and he sneered, "Gong Wunan, ten years have passed, and your skills have only improved! I admire you!"
Gong Wunan laughed heartily, "Ma Da'er, ten years have passed, and your clothes have become more and more luxurious. You must
have made a lot of money, right? You've had a lot of fun bullying Sihai these past ten years, have
n't you? Come on, let me see if you can still handle a knife!"
"Hmph, whether I can handle a knife or not is none of your concern. I admit I can't beat you. I couldn't beat you ten years ago, and judging by
your skills, I can't beat you now either. But I have more than a hundred brothers behind me. You can disregard me
, but you shouldn't disregard Wanmatang and my brothers!"
"Like begets like. A rat's son knows how to dig a hole. You, a coward, wouldn't be given a damn, not even by a hundred or a thousand
. Isn't that right, Ding San?"
Ding San was hiding behind the crowd, and his body trembled when he heard Gong Wunan's shout. Although Wanmatang had over a
hundred members while the opponent had only one demon, Gong Wunan seemed to have the upper hand in terms of momentum. Ding
San, a seasoned veteran who had followed Ma Wanshan for many years, saw the situation and shouted, "Brothers,
this great demon doesn't respect us, our leader, or Wanmatang! What's the point of being polite
? Let's all charge at him and take him down!"
Instantly, various weapons were drawn, and the seven or eight people closest to Gong Wunan rushed forward. Single-edged swords, longswords,
Emei daggers, and Qiankun daggers all attacked Gong Wunan. Gong Wunan roared again, gripped his wolf-tooth spear tightly
, and with a twist of his waist, unleashed the Azure Dragon Stirring the Sea move. The clanging of metal rang out first
, followed by cries of pain, groans, and curses. Almost half of the attackers had dropped their weapons and
retreated.
"Don't be afraid, everyone! He's all alone! Keep going! Chop him down!" Ding San charged
forward with a single-edged sword, unleashing a powerful strike. Just as the blade was about to pierce Gong Wunan's body, Gong Wunan turned
, and the blade grazed his Earthly Fiend Armor, leaving only a mark. Ding San was about to withdraw his attack when
a fist the size of a bucket was getting closer and closer to his face. With a scream, Ding San was sent flying again.
"Damn it! My newly repaired armor! You scratched it again! Die!" Looking down at the
new scratch on his Earthly Fiend Armor, Gong Wunan roared, unleashing a Five Ding Mountain-Splitting Strike, flying towards Ding San's head with his wolf-tooth spear
, only to feel a chill run down his back. Gong Wunan quickly withdrew his attack, rolled away, and stood up, laughing, "
Ma Dayeer, you really know how to use a knife, and you're quite good at it. This 'Soaring to the Azure Sky' technique is even more vicious."
Ma Wanshan didn't reply, catching the single-edged sword that flew back in a strange arc. With a roar, a flash
of bright light appeared in his hand, and he slashed out again with a 'Guide to the South' move. Gong Wunan raised his wolf-tooth spear to block. In the blink of an eye, the two had
exchanged more than a dozen blows. At this moment, Ding San, who had fallen to the ground, also got up, covering his bleeding nose and shouting
, "What are you all standing there for? Attack together!" As he spoke, he thrust his knife at Gong Wunan's back again.
Gong Wunan deflected Ma Wanshan's knife, threw the wolf-tooth spear to the ground, twisted his body to avoid Ding San's single-edged sword
, and grabbed Ding San's outstretched hand, pulling him forward. Ding San involuntarily fell forward and landed on the ground as well. Gong Wunan
grabbed Ding San's ankles and shouted, "Lift!" With a sudden movement, he lifted Ding San up and...
Using Ding San's body as a shield, he spun around three times. The surrounding crowd couldn't dodge in time; some were
struck by Ding San, others frantically tried to parry but ended up being slashed themselves at him.
"Demon Clan's ultimate move, Windmill! Brothers, get out of the way!" Experienced and shrewd, Ma Wanshan was the first to react
, using his sword to protect his chest and leaping backward.
In that instant, Gong Wunan spun twice more, sweeping down about ten people, and shouted, "Go
!" He released his grip, and Ding San, like a blood-soaked gourd, was flung away, crashing straight towards Ma Wanshan. Ma Wanshan
had nowhere to hide and could only raise his sword to strike, but Ding San's momentum was too great, and his bloodied head still slammed into Ma Wanshan
's chest. Ma Wanshan lost his balance, falling backward with Ding San's corpse in his arms. Gong Wunan
picked up the wolf-tooth spear from the ground and unleashed another Five Ding Mountain-Splitting Strike. The force was as if it would
smash the two people lying on the ground into the dirt.
A flash of white light, and the wolf-tooth spear slammed down, smashing Ding San's head into
pieces like a watermelon. Ma Wanshan was nowhere to be seen beneath Ding San.
"Damn! A Return-to-City Bead? That's too cheesy! Running away when you can't win? What the hell is this?! The big one ran away, and
there's the little one too… oh my god…" The rest of the Wanma Hall members, seeing their leader had fled, suddenly realized what was happening.
They all crushed their Return-to-City Beads, bursting into bursts of white light. In an instant, only Ding San's corpse and
the dozen or so people who had just been smashed and knocked unconscious by Gong Wunan lay on the ground in the hall.
"These people don't play by the rules at all! What kind of fight is this?! Damn it! Who invented this thing?!
" Gong Wunan cursed angrily, seemingly forgetting that he himself had said yesterday that the Return-to-City Formation was a good thing, and that he
wanted to get one himself. Looking at the people lying scattered on the ground, he thought, "Should I consider this a win? Then I won't hold back
." With that, he used his wolf-tooth spear to strike each of the fallen men on the head. "Only seventeen? Damn
it." After counting, Gong Wunan still wasn't satisfied and went to the backyard to see if there were any
survivors.
He circled around, but there wasn't a soul in sight. Only hundreds of horses neighed in the stables. Gong Wunan
wanted to crush all those horses to vent his anger, and was about to make his move when a voice behind him shouted, "Stop, hero!
" Without turning around, Gong Wunan's massive body leaped into the air, unleashing a powerful downward strike.
The speaker reacted quickly, dodging to the side. Gong Wunan then
unleashed another Rakshasa Three-Style attack, but the man dodged again, shouting, "Hero, spare my life! I'm not from the Ten Thousand Horses Hall!"
Gong Wunan abruptly stopped his third strike. The man held a wolf-tooth spear above his head and asked, "Who are you? Which
gang are you from? What are you doing here?"
"I...I am Feng Jun, a local from Luoyang..." the man stammered, his face pale with
fear.
"Which gang are you from?" Gong Wunan's murderous intent had not yet dissipated.
"I...I don't belong to any gang."
"Then what are you doing here?"
"I...I'm just here to watch the show."
Gong Wunan reached out and grabbed Feng Jun by the collar, pulling him over. He searched Feng Jun's chest and waist
, finding only two cheap short knives, no gang badges or anything like that. Gong Wunan then
released Feng Jun, throwing him to the ground and shouting, "You little brat, are you out of your mind? You knew there was a guild war and you still came to watch the fun?"
"Great hero, you must be Guild Leader Gong Wunan, right? The boss of Sihai?"
Gong Wunan nodded, "That's me." "
Wow! It really is you! I've long admired your name, Guild Leader! Now that I see you, you truly are a peerless hero!"
Gong Wunan was already a notorious man. Although he hadn't appeared in Luoyang for ten years,
it wasn't surprising that someone remembered him. He waved his hand impatiently and said, "Go home and take care of your mother and wash diapers.
Go do what you're supposed to do. Don't loiter around here! It's a guild war, what are you doing getting involved? Look at your small frame
, be careful you don't lose your life before you even see the excitement! Get lost, get lost, go do what you're supposed to do."
"Guild Leader! Take me in! I want to follow you!" Feng Jun knelt down with a thud.
Gong Wunan tilted his head and scrutinized Feng Jun again. He was only about 1.7 meters tall, his clothes
were faded and patched, his face was sallow, and his appearance was utterly unremarkable—
the kind of person you'd easily lose in a crowd. "Young man, don't spend your youth thinking about fighting and killing. Go back and farm,
tend to your flowers, walk your dog, and take care of your mother—isn't that better?"
"Chief! I want to follow you!" Feng Jun's expression and tone were resolute.
"Go away, go play somewhere else!" Gong Wunan waved his hand impatiently.
"Chief, I have a blood feud with Wanmatang, I want to join you in massacring Wanmatang..."
"No need!"
"Chief, listen to my background..."
"No interest!"
"Chief, have mercy and take me in! I'll fight for you..."
Gong Wunan turned around: "Young man, you're a double-wielder, right? But I can't see any martial arts
skills in you. My Sihai doesn't need freeloaders. The brothers of Sihai are all men who live on the edge of a knife. To
survive with my brothers, you first need to have strong fists!"
"I...I..." Feng Jun looked at his double-wielder on the ground and burst into tears: "Father! Mother!
Your son is incompetent and cannot avenge you!"
"Damn it!" Gong Wunan glanced at Feng Jun with contempt and cursed inwardly. A man who can cry,
is he even a man? Gong Wunan was filled with contempt and did not intend to pay any more attention to Feng Jun. He prepared to start his plan
to slaughter the Wanmatang.
"Chief! Wait a minute!" Feng Jun suddenly shouted, seeing Gong Wunan's actions.
"Damn it, what's wrong now? I'm annoyed!"
"Chief, I know you're angry that the Wanmatang people ran away, but killing all these horses won't help
. These horses are innocent, aren't they? Besides, Chief, look at these, they're all top-quality horses, each one
worth hundreds of taels of silver!" Feng Jun blocked Gong Wunan's path, pointing to the herd of horses behind him.
"Is that so..." Gong Wunan rubbed his stubble-covered chin, examining the horses. He was completely...
He was a complete novice. Ten years ago, when he left Luoyang, horses were merely toys kept by a few high-ranking officials and nobles
. But this time, upon returning to Luoyang, he had seen all sorts of people riding horses around the city more than once.
Feng Jun, seeing this, quickly said, "Yes, Chief, besides, I see you've come all this way, why don't you get yourself
a horse to ride first?"
"Riding a horse? How can you fight like that..." Gong Wunan squinted, imagining riding a horse and wielding a wolf-tooth spear
, finding it hard to believe.
"Even if you can't ride while fighting, at least you can ride on the road! It saves a lot of time. Chief, are you really
like the legends say, spending ten years in hiding to hone your skills? Look at it now, almost
everyone with status and position in Luoyang has their own mount. When not in use, you can put it away, very convenient..."
"Holy crap, it's gotten this advanced now? Mounts can even be carried around?" Gong Wunan thought about things
like return beads and guild return arrays, and his head started spinning.
"Boss, things are very different now than they were ten years ago. Now, every member of any major gang with even a little strength
rides a horse. It's time-saving, effortless, and impressive..."
"Oh?" Gong Wunan narrowed his eyes, imagining hundreds of brothers riding horses together, howling and
galloping aimlessly, a lewd smile spreading across his face...
Seeing Gong Wunan's expression, Feng Jun led over a horse: "Boss, look, this is Ma Wanshan's mount
, Jade Dragon! It's definitely one of the best horses in Luoyang!"
"A good horse?" Gong Wunan was completely unfamiliar with horses. He only noticed that Jade Dragon was larger than other horses
, with white fur tinged with blue, bright eyes, and constantly snorting. It was indeed
much more magnificent than other horses.
"This is a famous horse from the Western Regions, priceless! This horse can travel a thousand miles a day and eight hundred miles at night. When it runs, all four hooves are off the ground, but
a person sitting on it won't feel bumpy at all... Master, look at these hooves, these teeth..." Feng Jun
spoke like a peddler promoting his wares, spitting as he went.
Gong Wunan patted the horse's neck: "Can this thing handle me?"
Feng Jun looked at Gong Wunan's physique: "Well... if this can't handle it, I'm afraid no other horse can
." "
I'll try!" Gong Wunan took the reins and jumped onto the horse's back. Yulong neighed and started spinning in place.
"Run, you stupid horse!" Gong Wunan imitated how he had watched others ride horses, squeezing the horse's belly with his legs and
slapping its rump hard. Yulong, in pain, did indeed start running, but collapsed
to the ground after only a dozen meters. Gong Wunan rolled to his feet: "Holy crap, this is a famous horse? It even has the ability to dodge and weave?"
Feng Jun felt a pang of pain in his heart and quickly ran over to help the horse up: "Chief, your bones are too strong
... You're a great demon, this horse is for people to ride. Look at your thick legs, they're several times thicker than my waist...
"
Gong Wunan waved his hand: "Alright, then it's yours."
Feng Jun's eyes lit up: "Really?"
Gong Wunan patted the dirt off his clothes: "Of course, do I look like someone who goes back on their word!"
"Thank you, Chief!"
"Don't call me Chief, I'm not your Chief." Gong Wunan was a little impatient. Feng Jun's joyful
expression vanished instantly. He led the horse back to the stable. Gong Wunan asked curiously, "What's wrong? You don't want it?"
Feng Jun smiled bitterly, "This is Ma Wanshan's beloved mount. If I didn't have you protecting me, would I dare to take it? Wouldn't I
be dead the next day?"
"You seem to know a lot about horses?" Gong Wunan didn't respond to Feng Jun's question.
Feng Jun said listlessly, "Yeah, my family has been raising and trading horses for generations. I've recognized all kinds of horses since I could talk
."
"Aren't horse traders all rich? How come you're so down on your luck?" Indeed, riding horses is fashionable and
trendy now, and trading horses must be a lucrative business.
"Sigh... My family has made a living from horses for generations, and we lived a good life, especially in recent years. All the major gangs
have been buying horses for their members, and business has been booming. But this Wanmatang gang wants to monopolize everything, buying
up and killing all the horse traders in Luoyang. My parents were killed by Wanmatang... I escaped, and I wanted to
learn martial arts to avenge them, but... Hahaha, why say all this!" Feng Jun picked up his rusty
twin swords from the ground, put them in his robes, and bowed deeply to Gong Wunan: "Gang Leader Gong, today I witnessed true heroism,
and I saw you slaughter them until they were trembling in fear. Feng Jun hopes that you, great hero, will soon wipe out Wanmatang!" He turned to leave.
"Hey!" Gong Wunan was annoyed again.
"Is there anything else, hero?" Feng Jun stopped.
"Take your horse and come with me!"
"Huh?"
"What are you waiting for?"
"Is...is the gang leader going to recruit me?"
"But let me make this clear: if you follow me, your head will be on your belt. You never know when you might lose
it. Also, Sihai's reputation isn't good. Don't regret it if the whole of Luoyang curses you."
"I...I'm not afraid! As long as I can follow the gang leader!" Feng Jun could hardly believe his ears.
"Alright, let's go then. Looks like their people won't dare come back anytime soon."
"Boss, what about these horses..."
"Don't kill them, too lazy to bother."
"Shouldn't we take them back?"
"Take them back? That's blatant robbery!"
"Boss, you beat the war drums yesterday, a fair and square guild war, and today you single-handedly took on an entire
guild. These are spoils we deserve! How can that be considered robbery?"
"Huh? Is that even a concept now?"
"Boss...you're right! That's how it is now, whoever wins the guild war gets all the spoils!"
"Damn, isn't that blatant robbery...won't we get yelled at? The world has really changed, this is
acceptable?" Gong Wunan stroked his chin, thinking, "I never thought making money was so easy these days...get rich, get rich! I
'm going to get rich! Xiaoxiao is twelve times dissatisfied now, if we could exchange these horses for silver..."
Gong
Wunan seemed to see Han Xiao's eyes shining as he looked at the pile of silver, and he grinned foolishly along with him.
He stood up. "Then what are you waiting for, you silly boy? Hurry up and pack up! Go back to the gang!"

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