Transmigrating into the Legend of Zhen Huan, Chapters 49-100

Author: Xincheng Shiqi Word Count: 175,000 Link: .sis001.us/bbs/thread-8989388-1-1.
Chapter 49 Like a Tiger with Wings*
Liu Yang looked at Hua Fei's alluring figure, his passion surging. He had made a brilliant move.
He hadn't misjudged her.
He decisively used a story to describe the situation, removing her blindfold and making her fall deeply in love with him, unable to leave him.
Although Liu Yang hadn't watched much of "The Legend of Zhen Huan" in the 21st century, the TV series was incredibly popular, playing everywhere. He had become a fan of the actresses, finding them very beautiful. Unexpectedly, by chance, he had entered the world of "The Legend of Zhen Huan," where the real people were far more attractive than those on TV.
However, he had always been a substitute for Emperor Yongzheng. Whether in front of Zhen Huan, An Lingrong, or other concubines, he was always a eunuch. Even when he pressed them down and made them groan, they called out the Emperor's name.
They were blindfolded, and Liu Yang didn't know who was riding on her. He had been wanting to remove their blindfolds.
It wasn't until the bold and decisive Consort Hua appeared that Liu Yang mustered the courage to take the plunge and finally remove the blindfold from the beautiful woman beneath him.
He loved her so much; his male pride told him how could he bear to see his beloved woman, while swaying desperately beneath him, calling out another man's name?
The result was satisfying. Consort Hua was indeed a woman of true feeling; she dared to love and hate, and thus this perfect encounter occurred.
"Liu Yang, from now on you are my husband," Consort Hua said, her eyes filled with affection, her gaze shimmering.
"Yes, you are my good wife," Liu Yang kissed the beautiful woman. Her voice was sweet, her beauty breathtaking; she was truly a rare gem.
Having finally conquered his first true beauty, Liu Yang felt exhilarated and ready to fight again.
Consort Hua's interest was completely aroused. Since this was the man she desired, she let go completely and fully cooperated with Liu Yang's thrusts. Their passion was at its peak when the eunuch from the Imperial Household Department shouted loudly from outside, "It's time!" The battle inside had been going on for too long and was quite intense, so the eunuch was worried the emperor might suffer a stroke and wanted to remind him.
Liu Yang refused to listen. He shouted, "Stop talking! We'll fight for several more hours today! I haven't favored Consort Hua in so long. Oh, so good, oh, you really know how to suck..."
This was Consort Hua's virginity, and her vagina was naturally very tight. The contractions and releases drove Liu Yang to the brink of ecstasy. Seeing that he was about to lose control, he quickly took a deep breath and pulled out his raging dragon.
Consort Hua felt a sudden emptiness. "Husband, what's wrong with you? Come in quickly, I want more..."
"You're too amazing, I can't hold back, I'm about to ejaculate."
Amidst Consort Hua's soft, sweet words, no one could resist such stimulating and sensual teasing.
"Husband, then just ejaculate inside me, I really want to give you a prince." Consort Hua was unaware that Liu Yang was currently at his limit; having never experienced sexual intercourse, she was ignorant in this area.
Liu Yang saw Consort Hua's lustful expression and leaned closer.
"Never mind, ahh..." Liu Yang mounted her again, thrusting forcefully until Consort Hua was thrown off balance, her whole body trembling. Finally, Liu Yang poured a great deal of his life essence into her honeyed cave.
Liu Yang's raging dragon swam freely in Hua Fei's honeyed cave, enjoying immense pleasure. He ejaculated many times before slowly stopping. Liu Yang was unwilling to withdraw, continuing to leave it inside Hua Fei's vagina, savoring the warm, moist sensation. But soon, the tightness of the virgin's vagina, with Hua Fei's every breath, sucked Liu Yang's dragon until it hardened again.
"Hua Fei, you are so beautiful," Liu Yang sincerely praised.
"Ah, so comfortable, so comfortable, I want more,"
Hua Fei babbled incoherently.
Hua Fei's lewd words immediately and completely aroused Liu Yang, his dragon instantly becoming incredibly hard again.
He gently twitched his buttocks, and immediately, Hua Fei, who hadn't yet climaxed, felt waves of indescribable pleasure.
"Ahhh, good brother, it feels so good, harder... ah... ahh... harder... ahh... ah..."
"Ah... brother... please be gentle, brother, go slower, brother, love me one more time!"
Hua Fei didn't know what she was saying, babbling incoherently, calling out "brother" repeatedly, sometimes wanting it faster, sometimes wanting it slower. She only knew that she wanted that place that no one had ever explored before, it was so itchy, it needed Liu Yang's insertion, friction, and comfort.
"Good brother, Shi Lan feels so good too, your penis... it's so dry... oh... Shi Lan's hole feels so good!"
Liu Yang never dreamed that Hua Fei would be so unrestrained when she was aroused. It was one thing to shout loudly for him to insert it faster, but she even said things like "little hole, penis" in her mouth. An unprecedented excitement surged in Liu Yang's mind.
He thrust hard, once, twice, ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times, constantly thrusting in and out of Hua Fei's honey hole.
"Oh...so good...oh...harder...ah...yes...deeper...
faster...Shilan feels so good...ah...I'm...I'm coming, ah...beautiful..."
For a moment, all that could be heard was the sound of his thick, raging dragon thrusting into Hua Fei's lower body, along with Hua Fei's forceful yet restrained, passionate yet shy moans, "Hmm...ah...so thick...harder...ah so comfortable...ah...harder"
thrusting...
"Hmm ah...so thick...harder...ah so comfortable..."
Just as Liu Yang was thrusting too forcefully, his raging dragon suddenly slipped out of Hua Fei's vaginal opening. He had to withdraw his fingers and press the glans back against the entrance of her vagina. With a thrust of his buttocks, the thrusting sound rang out again. Liu Yang was overwhelmed. Hua Fei's voice was simply too beautiful, incomparable to the most beautiful music heard in later generations.
Consort Hua cried out as she was being penetrated, her small mouth slightly open as she gasped for breath. Her two magnificent, snow-white breasts bounced and swayed in front of Liu Yang's eyes, looking incredibly alluring.
"Big...oh...so thick...so big...oh...
um...ah...so thick, brother...um...ah...so thick...um...ah...so thick...harder...your thing almost killed me...ah..."
Hua Fei was already in high spirits, and after Liu Yang's frenzied thrusting and pounding, she was already extremely satisfied, and her lustful fluids had soaked the bed.
"Ah ah, good brother, my vagina is still so itchy, so itchy, hurry up and help me thrust a few times? Let Hua Fei feel more comfortable..."
Hua Fei became more and more addicted as she cried out, fully venting the girlish feelings that had been suppressed for many years, "Ah...my vagina is so itchy, so itchy, who will help me thrust a few times?"
"Comfortable...um...ah...ya...so big...so thick...keep...comfortable...thrust me harder, husband, so comfortable...so good...
I don't want...um...ah...ya...so big...so thick...keep...comfortable..."
"Um...ah...dear husband, harder, so thick...thrust my husband harder, it feels so good!"
"Um...ah...the penis is so thick...so big...thrust faster..."
The sounds of splashing water echoed continuously in the Imperial Household Department as the two thrust in and out with great passion. Consort Hua occasionally arched her pert buttocks to match Liu Yang's thrusts.
"Mmm...oh...ah...ah...mmm...mmm...oh oh!"
"Your penis is so big...your penis is so big...so thick...ah...ah...brother's big penis...so big...ah...ah...ah...so hot...ah...ah...ah...baby is being made so...mmm..." "Hmm..."
Hua Fei's honey hole contracted intensely like an insectivorous plant, tightly gripping Liu Yang's penis.
"Ah... um... ah... ah... ah... faster... so good... good brother, thrust harder,
oh... oh ah... ah... ah... faster... faster I'm coming, fuck me harder!!
Ah... ah... ah... faster... shoot into Shi Lan's vagina!
Ah... ah... ah... faster... I'm about to come... ah... ah... ah... faster... I'm about to cum... ah... ah... ah... faster... thrust deeper... ah... ah... ah... faster... fuck me to death... ah... ah... ah... you're fucking Shi Lan's little hole so good, brother is so thick... harder... good... good... brother harder... brother is so thick... harder..." "
Thrust harder, faster, it's so itchy! Thrust harder... husband, it feels so good... so good... I can't take it anymore... thrust harder... um... a little lighter... fuck this little slut to death... ah... help... my little hole..." "...It's so itchy...hurry up and insert it into me...ah...ah...I...I...thrust in and out."
Consort Hua relaxed all her muscles and leaned against Liu Yang's chest, rubbing against him in waves. She had reached her climax, her first since becoming a woman. Her face flushed, she leaned on Liu Yang's shoulder, panting, and said,
"You're so amazing, I want to come again tomorrow night." Consort Hua finally tasted a sensation she had never experienced as a girl, and her interest waned.
"Don't wait until tomorrow, let's finish today's contribution first, haha..."
"Ah, how can you be so fierce, again..."
Not long after, the two were back on their mounts, thrusting until the beautiful Consort Hua was pale and collapsed onto the bed.
...
According to the eunuchs, that night, the lights in the Imperial Household Department stayed on until dawn. After a night of exertion,
Liu
Yang finally felt more comfortable and less hot. He no longer needed to work at the Shou Pharmacy during the day, as he needed to prepare for the arena outside Yongding Gate. For someone about to die defending the honor of the Qing Dynasty, anything was acceptable.
In his small room, Liu Yang sat upright on his bed, circulating his Five Qi to the Origin. He immediately felt several times more powerful than before, and the feeling of almost breaking through the first level of cultivation was even stronger.
He circulated his energy dozens of times throughout the day, greatly increasing his power. However, the power in his dantian still felt incredibly strong, as if it hadn't been depleted at all. Similarly, he couldn't feel the Wushen Pill being consumed. These two things within Liu Yang's body mutually consumed and complemented each other.
"Heavens, almost a day has passed, and both the pills and my sixty years of internal energy seem to have made no progress. If this continues, how will I manage?" Liu Yang thought to himself, partly from the surprise of his rapidly increasing internal energy, and partly from the astonishment at Chang Yuchun's sixty years of internal energy. It seemed that sixty years of internal energy was truly remarkable; at Liu Yang's current level, he didn't feel any depletion of the true energy in his dantian.
Nothing more was said that day.
That evening, the signal sounded, and Liu Yang went to the Imperial Household Department as usual.
Having circulated his internal energy and digested the Spirit-Destroying Pill for a day, he was once again full of energy. His eyes blazing with fury, he found his prey on the bed—it was indeed Consort Hua, who had already torn off her blindfold and was lying on the bed giggling.
"Your Majesty, you've arrived."
"You little rascal, I knew I shouldn't have told you, you made fun of me." Liu Yang suddenly threw off the covers and slapped Consort Hua's buttocks hard, leaving a red handprint immediately.
"You hit me, hmph, see how I deal with you, you've gone too far, daring to hit your old lady. Hmph..." Consort Hua pounced on him fiercely, her two large breasts jiggling in front of Liu Yang because she wasn't wearing any clothes.
Liu Yang turned around and hugged Consort Hua,
her ample buttocks pressing against his erection.
"Baby, you're so beautiful." Liu Yang said in a cheesy way.
"Really? I think so too. Haha..." Consort Hua turned her head, pouted her lips, and kissed Liu Yang on the lips.
"Just one kiss and you think you can leave? Not so easy." Liu Yang pressed her down, his tongue entering her mouth, kissing her passionately.
"My husband, you're so good at this. I was exhausted yesterday," Hua Fei whispered breathlessly in Liu Yang's ear, her voice filled with boundless allure, tinged with soft moans, her eyes slightly closed.
Liu Yang felt Hua Fei's warm lips and gently bit them, slowly extending his tongue to entwine with hers. He sucked hard on her cherry-like lips, his hands gently stroking her hair, from top to bottom, feeling her smooth, curved back, her slender waist…
Girls are sensual, and kissing is a very private matter. Once the atmosphere is right, everything falls into place naturally.
At this moment, Hua Fei was completely immersed in Liu Yang's caresses and sucking; in this world, there were only the two of them.
They were passionately and deeply demanding of each other.
A battle in the bedroom, earth-shaking and exhilarating, began once again
…
One battle in the bedroom after another, night after night, repeated endlessly.
For a month, Liu Yang spent his days absorbing the Divine Elixir and Chang Yuchun's sixty years of internal energy. At night, he relentlessly used the immense energy from the Divine Elixir on Consort Hua, his passion raging during the day, fading away completely at night.
After a month of this entanglement, the two were like a young married couple, inseparable. If they didn't see each other for half a day, Consort Hua would miss Liu Yang terribly. Sometimes she would even find excuses to go to the Pharmacy to get something, just to catch a glimpse of her beloved Liu Yang. Unfortunately, he was always cultivating his inner energy in that small room, and she, a dignified imperial concubine, couldn't just enter that room without permission. This worried her greatly, and she eagerly awaited each night. Liu Yang had truly awakened her girlish feelings.
On the tenth day, Liu Yang finally sensed a change in the Divine Elixir; it seemed to be shrinking, and its potency was not as strong as before. On the
twentieth day, he felt that half of the Divine Elixir's power had dissipated.
On the thirtieth day, the Divine Elixir was almost completely dissolved.
Ten days later, the Godless Pill finally dissipated completely, ten days later than Eunuch Li had said.
However, not all the true energy in his dantian had been released; only about half had been extracted.
This showed that the pill's power was far greater than the original's. If another Godless Pill were to be made now, the effect might be much better. But Xiao Dunzi didn't send any more pills, meaning that it was never successfully refined again.
"Having obtained so much true energy, I now want to go to the arena and show off my skills. Liu Yang feels a surge of power coursing through his body; I really want to test just how many times his power has increased."
Just then, an imperial eunuch arrived outside the Shou Pharmacy, shouting the announcement of the imperial decree.
"By the grace of Heaven, the Emperor decrees: May the mighty eunuch Shenwu's martial prowess cover the land, and vanquish the bandits outside Yongding Gate. Three weapons are hereby bestowed: an 80-kilogram heavy spear, a 30-kilogram great spear, and an 80-kilogram heavy sword! Please, Eunuch Shenwu, name them for registration. Also, on behalf of Lord Longkodo, present a 7-stone great bow. So be it."
Liu Yang slowly walked out of the pharmacy, seeing a large number of eunuchs and palace maids already gathered at the entrance.
The weapons were being carried with difficulty by groups of two or three eunuchs.
Liu Yang walked to the 30-kilogram great spear, which seemed relatively light, and picked it up. It felt incredibly light in his hands, as if it were nothing. During his duel with Zhou Ninghai, he had already been able to lift a 6-stone bow; now, with his power greatly increased, he could easily lift this 30-kilogram great spear.
"A fine spear!"
All three weapons were entirely black, with a luminous surface, seemingly forged from black gold.
Liu Yang picked up the 80-kilogram heavy spear again, swung it around with ease, and the same heavy spear that the four men had carried earlier was now just as effortless in his hands.
Holding the spear in his left hand, Liu Yang smoothly grabbed the 80-kilogram heavy sword with his right. The heavy sword was edgeless, also entirely black and gold, gleaming with a faint, eerie light.
"Truly a fine sword." This sword, without a blade or scabbard, exuded a suppressed sword aura that everyone felt.
Liu Yang gently tapped his left and right hands together, producing a long, resonant hum.
"Good, haha! Truly good!" Liu Yang shouted three times in succession.
These three weapons were truly extraordinary; an ordinary person couldn't even lift them, but in Liu Yang's hands, he could easily wield them simultaneously. Seeing him wield the sword and spear with fluid grace and powerful strength, the eunuchs and palace maids who had followed him were all captivated, shouting
"Good!" "Good!" "Good!" Just then, a loud female voice rang out. "Little Yangzi's kung fu is already excellent, and now with such a good weapon, he's truly like a tiger with wings." Everyone looked and saw that it was the tiger of the harem, Consort Hua, had arrived. Chapter Fifty: Consort Hua's Gentleness . The moment Consort Hua arrived, the scene immediately became serious. Many eunuchs quickly knelt down. Consort Hua's arrival was quite a spectacle, with a large group of palace maids and eunuchs. In this palace, perhaps some people weren't afraid of the Empress Dowager, because she was kind-hearted and a devout Buddhist. Perhaps some weren't afraid of the Empress, because she was a model of virtue, and her rewards and punishments were just. Some might not even be afraid of the Emperor, because he rarely appeared in the harem and rarely directly interfered in its affairs. But when it came to Consort Hua, every maid and eunuch in the palace, including the Imperial Guards and even the princes, turned pale at the mention of her name. Those who weren't afraid of her were probably cat demons with nine heads. It wasn't for any other reason than that she had a powerful brother, Nian Gengyao, a man even the emperor had to show him respect. Besides, this concubine was unlike any other; she often acted unpredictably. "The eunuch Shenwu once knocked Consort Hua's chief eunuch, Zhou Ninghai, off the stage in the martial arts tournament. Is she deliberately trying to provoke him?" " Consort Hua is always fearless; I think she's definitely looking for trouble this time." "I think so too. Let's see how Liu Yang gets through this!" "Surely not. He's the eunuch Shenwu, bestowed by the Empress Dowager." "Hmph, even the Empress Dowager gives her respect; how much more so the eunuch Shenwu, bestowed by the Empress Dowager!" "Right, this time we'll definitely give him a hard time, make him lose the hundred taels I bet on Zhou Ninghai." It turned out he'd lost the final bet, and a group of eunuchs watching from afar began to discuss it. Where Consort Hua was, there was always drama and controversy. Liu Yang could faintly hear the eunuchs and palace maids' discussions, and he found it utterly amusing. Consort Hua was clearly just bored, thinking she'd come to his place to kill some time, but unsuspecting people had mistaken it for a show. He stepped forward, sheathed his heavy spear, and with a heavy clang, struck the bluestone slab in front of the Shouyao Pharmacy. Consort Hua had never seen Liu Yang wield his spear so effortlessly and skillfully. Although she had witnessed his fierce power on the arena outside Qin'an Palace, it lacked the ease and grace of today's display. Seeing the mist in Consort Hua's eyes, she realized she was aroused again. "If this woman falls in love, even as a noble consort, she will ultimately become a burden," Liu Yang gently shook his head. They met every night, and now she even came during the day. If he allowed this to continue, it would be far too strange. So he bowed respectfully and greeted her loudly, saying, "How could my meager spear skills possibly meet Consort Hua's standards? I've only shown my clumsiness." Consort Hua then came to her senses, remembering her infatuated state just now. She had never been so disrespectful in front of others before. She wondered if the nosy eunuchs and maids had noticed anything amiss. Thinking of this, she blushed and glared at Liu Yang with her large eyes, wishing she could rush forward and kiss her lover to ease her longing. Liu Yang barely avoided her burning gaze and remained silent. "The General Shenwu I just saw was indeed radiant and extraordinary," Consort Hua's voice became even more melodious and delicate as she praised her lover. "I also just heard that you, Your Excellency, are going to name the Divine Spear. Is that true?" A eunuch quickly chimed in, "The Ministry of War is indeed considering this. Because these three divine weapons are so powerful, they will surely leave a lasting legacy and achieve great feats far and wide. Therefore, Your Excellency Shenwu needs to obtain a suitable name for them to be registered!" "Since we've just met, I've thought of a name. I wonder if it would be suitable?" Liu Yang's heart skipped a beat. This Consort Hua, fearless and mischievous, might come up with some strange name. He wouldn't be able to refuse later, but in front of so many people, he would have no choice but to accept. "Then please enlighten me, Your Majesty." "Is the spear technique the General practices derived from the Overlord Spear Technique of the Western Chu King?" "Your Majesty has a discerning eye; it is indeed this spear technique." "In the past, the Overlord rode his steed, Black Steed, and wielded the Overlord Spear, capable of lifting a thousand-pound cauldron. He truly possessed the strength to move mountains and the aura to overwhelm the world. Now, I see General Shenwu wielding his heavy spear, and he also has the air of an Overlord. If we were to continue the Overlord Spear's glorious name, naming it the Overlord Spear, it would be appropriate. However, this would give the impression of not striving for progress or surpassing others. In my opinion, Eunuch Shenwu is a man of imposing stature, and one day he will surely sweep away all the bandits for our Great Qing. This spear is forged from a meteorite, entirely black and gold, and seems to possess a faint spirituality. Only the name of the Eunuch Shenwu can suppress it, and it should also continue the Overlord Spear's prestige. Therefore, I have thought that this spear should be named the Divine Martial Overlord Spear! I wonder what Eunuch Shenwu thinks?" Liu Yang finally breathed a sigh of relief. She had finally come to her senses and did not act recklessly in front of everyone. "Since Your Highness chose the name, Liu Yang is naturally delighted. 'Divine Martial Overlord Spear,' the spear lives up to its name, worthy of the majestic reputation of divine martial prowess." "Then write it down," Consort Hua instructed the eunuch to record the name "Divine Martial Overlord Spear." From that moment on, this spear, renowned far and wide, began its legendary life: the Divine Martial Overlord Spear. "Now that I have named this heavy spear, it would be best if Eunuch Liu Yang personally unveiled it. It would allow me to witness your majesty."

"The Divine Martial Overlord Spear is fierce and powerful, overwhelming all heroes with its strength, and weighs eighty kilograms. This spear, however, weighs thirty kilograms. It moves like a nimble snake, its focus being to defeat the enemy in an instant. It is truly an auxiliary spear to the Divine Martial Overlord Spear. Its name should be inspired by its agility and brilliance, possessing both domineering and arrogant qualities, much like the prime of life, with its turbulent currents and gentle flow. Therefore, I wish to name it 'The Spear of Youth.'"
After Liu Yang finished speaking, he glanced at Consort Hua, whose eyes were now glistening with tears.
Her name was Nian Shilan, and she had entered the palace and been bestowed the title of Consort Hua. How could
the words "youth" be separated from his own? It seemed that she was truly in his heart. "What a beautiful line, '
Time flows like water, fleeting and ephemeral, may all husbands not wait until their hair turns white to reunite with their wives!'" Everyone was puzzled by Consort Hua's sudden sentiment, but Liu Yang understood. Time flies like water, and she was hinting that she was thinking of him.
This was their secret code; the two spoke in a language no one else could understand, and no one could guess it no matter how they tried.
The two spears, one Divine Martial and the other Youthful, one heavy and one light, one strong and one gentle, were like a pair of loving couples, complementing each other perfectly.
This delighted Consort Hua, who blushed secretly, her charm overflowing with allure.
The eunuch recorded "Youthful Divine Spear" in the register, then looked up at Liu Yang, then at Consort Hua, and requested, "I have registered the spear's name; please bestow upon me the name 'Heavy Sword Divine Spear' for further registration."
Liu Yang, seeing Consort Hua's infinitely shy appearance, found it amusing. She was clearly a charming young girl, yet she had the harem so completely subdued—truly a strange thing.
"This heavy sword was forged in memory of the late Master Dugu, so let's call it the 'Dugu Sword'! And this seven-stone bow, with its golden surface, though hundreds of years have passed, the carvings on the bow are still incredibly lifelike. Back then, General Huang Zhong was so brave that even in his fifties, he could still shoot down the willow with this precious bow. Today, I, Liu Yang, will certainly not be inferior to the ancients. Let's call this bow the 'Sun-Shooting Bow'." Liu Yang quickly answered his question.
"What a 'Sun-Shooting Bow'! It can even shoot down the sun in the sky! You're truly amazing!" Consort Hua made no attempt to hide her admiration. "Come on, Eunuch Shenwu, come with me to the Imperial Garden and give me a performance, how about it?"
"I dare not disobey." Liu Yang was secretly delighted to be with Consort Hua, and her invitation was perfect for him to go to the Imperial Garden. However, there were four weapons, each weighing nearly a hundred kilograms, and it would be a bit inappropriate for him to carry them all by himself.
Seeing Liu Yang hesitate, Consort Hua suddenly understood. She looked at the group of eunuchs present.
"Little Duzi, how much weight can you carry?" Consort Hua's voice returned to its characteristically cold and arrogant tone, sending chills down your spine.
"Yes, this servant can carry a hundred jin (50 kg) with ease!" Little Duzi replied loudly. Indeed, he was not only tall but also had some martial arts training. Although he was a bit chubby, he could indeed lift a hundred jin with ease.
"Little Zhangzi, what about you? How much can you carry?"
Although Little Zhangzi wasn't as strong as Little Duzi, he was still quite skilled, so carrying a hundred jin (approximately 50 kg) was no problem. He thought for a moment, then suddenly understood the implication and loudly replied, "This servant can usually carry two hundred jin."
"Good, good, good," Consort Hua said three times. "From now on, you two will serve as bodyguards for Eunuch Shenwu, understand?"
"We are deeply honored!" Little Duzi immediately knelt down. He and Little Zhangzi had always wanted to become Eunuchs under Liu Yang, but unfortunately, they couldn't. Now, Consort Hua's arrangement had fulfilled their wish.
Liu Yang traveling in the palace with two eunuchs wouldn't seem unusual to others. There were dozens of chief eunuchs, but only one Eunuch Shenwu, so it wasn't surprising that he was only accompanied by two people.
Liu Yang knew that Consort Hua's arrangement was for his benefit, and he felt very warm inside.
Consort Hua turned around, her beautiful eyes sweeping over Liu Yang. "Let's go, set up the imperial garden."
Xiao Duzi, carrying the Divine Martial Overlord Spear and the Dugu Sword at his waist, and Xiao Zhangzi, carrying the Years Divine Sword and the Sun-Shooting Bow, with a quiver of arrows on their backs, followed happily behind the imperial carriage, heading towards the imperial garden.
"What? It seems General Shenwu hasn't been punished?" Many eunuchs and palace maids who were waiting for a good show were disappointed, while others felt relieved for Liu Yang
. "You see, it's not over yet. Going to the imperial garden might just be the beginning of his downfall." Some petty, jealous individuals said, seemingly pleased that someone was retaliating against Liu Yang.
Such people are everywhere, including those around us. They wouldn't dare harass you, but they are adept at cursing you behind your back and spreading your bad reputation. So don't mind the existence of such people; without their despicable behavior, how could others appear noble?
Everyone seemed bewildered, except for Eunuch Xiao Dunzi, who, while prostrating himself to see Consort Hua off, gazed thoughtfully at Liu Yang's tall figure. "Consort Hua's visit to the Shou Pharmacy didn't seem to be for any particular reason. She bumped into Liu Yang and went straight there; could she have come specifically to see him?"
Liu Yang and Consort Hua walked side-by-side, Hua Ni affectionately clinging to his arm, smiling sweetly, her large eyes glistening with tears, looking utterly happy. Liu Yang suddenly felt grateful for his status as a eunuch; otherwise, who would dare allow a noble consort to walk so intimately with them in the palace?
Xiao Zhangzi and Xiao Duzi, carrying swords and spears, followed behind with great pride.
From then on, the two began their life following Liu Yang, conquering north and south, always victorious.
Little did they know that this small force would reappear on the battlefield a year later with the same imposing presence, striking fear into the hearts of countless bandits, who fled at the mere sight of them—but that's a story for another time.
Chapter 51 The Storm Approaches
Time flies by. During the day, Liu Yang would sometimes invite the alluring Consort Hua to the Imperial Garden to practice martial arts, as it was only with her present that he could move freely within the garden.
At other times, he would go to the Fujian Palace Garden, where his beloved Zhen Huan and her several maids, Huan Bi and Liu Zhu, resided. Each of them was a beautiful young woman, just reaching the age of blossoming youth. However, unbeknownst to them, whenever Liu Yang played with these sisters, his large, erect penis would swell uncomfortably.
Thus, every night, Consort Hua would be brought to the brink of ecstasy by him, panting and begging for mercy. When Liu Yang finally stopped, she would be left feeling empty and yearning, repeatedly pleading for more, for more effort.
Truly, Hua Fei possessed a myriad of charms, unparalleled in her beauty. Liu Yang even felt that Hua Fei was almost catching up to his girlfriend from the 21st century. He had even bought many of Aoi Sora's educational films to "teach" her back then, but now, without those superior teaching materials, Hua Fei's uncontrollable and involuntary performance surpassed even Aoi Sora's, making the Japanese actresses pale in comparison, eclipsing the sun and moon.
Every night, Liu Yang would make love for a full two hours—two hours, which was equivalent to four hours in the 21st century! He would leave Hua Fei exhausted, panting heavily, unable to stop. If it were before, Liu Yang might have had problems doing this every day, but now, under the combined bombardment of the Divine Elixir and the sixty years of internal energy in his dantian, his minimum consumption was two hours a day. He was practically invincible in his lovemaking, enjoying the most blissful sexual acts under the cover of his eunuch identity.
Therefore, sometimes she needed to rest the next day and was too lazy to even go outside.
With Consort Hua's help, Liu Yang finally melted the "Godless Pill" that had been forged through immense opportunity on the forty-eighth day.
Now, his skill was profound, completely surpassing Zhou Ninghai. If he were to fight Zhou Ninghai's Mighty Vajra Finger now, Liu Yang was confident he could defeat him within ten moves.
However, the power of Chang Yuchun in his dantian hadn't been fully absorbed by the Godless Pill; he even felt only a small portion of it had dissolved. It seemed the pill wasn't ineffective, but rather that Chang Yuchun's power was too profound. And in February, Xiao Dunzi hadn't been able to refine another Godless Pill.
With only twelve days left before the arena battle, Liu Yang would represent the palace. He was completely uncertain. "It seems I'll have to see how many matches they play before making any plans,"
Liu Yang pondered, making the best possible arrangements.
While the palace remained quiet, the capital city was in an uproar, like water about to boil. Every day, in teahouses, inns, shops, and along the roadside—wherever there were people—the talk of this hostile arena match would fill the air.
"Hey, I heard those tigers and wolves of Japan have won another great victory in Persia! Not a single one of them can break through the arena."
"Yeah, have you heard? The latest news from India says they've been there for fifteen days, and still no one can break through their arena."
The passersby were terrified of this storm of foreign invasion. That group of Khitan and Japanese warriors had swept through eight countries. The Qing Dynasty, as the last and most powerful nation in this battle, would be in a precarious position in the international arena. If they lost, they would be weakened before the battle even began.
If they could win, the whole country would celebrate. But few people across the nation shared this confidence. After all, the facts were clear: the Khitan-Fusang army, capable of sweeping through eight great nations, was no ordinary force. If they did win, it would likely be thanks to some reclusive masters, or at least those with public status, such as elders of established sects—those whose names were known might not be a match for them.
In the month leading up to the tournament, many flocked to the Putuo Temple in Xishan to burn incense and pray for divine protection for the Qing Dynasty, hoping it could safely overcome this crisis. They hoped that if a talent like Zhang Sanfeng were to appear, a reclusive master whose Tai Chi would be invincible in the Central Plains, then there would be no fear of foreign invasion. However, in this peaceful and prosperous era, perhaps these masters remained hidden in the city or the mountains, but they hoped to reveal themselves soon and avert this calamity. Otherwise, the Central Plains would surely descend into chaos. Without a sense of security, the people would lose faith in the Qing Dynasty, and various forces would seize the opportunity to disrupt the court.
A sense of unease began to permeate the populace.
Whoever could break this deadlock and achieve triumph would be a hero.
Liu Yang had already gained considerable prestige among the people; his appearance had already hailed him as a hero. Although he wasn't the most favored to break the ring, daring to step onto such a stage required not only courage but also heroism. Even defeat would be glorious, for the stage was incredibly dangerous. Once the agreement was signed and sealed, life and death were left to fate. Countless powerful figures who could dominate a region had already perished on that stage; it was too cruel. Only true heroes with a heart for the people would choose to protect themselves. Only those with unwavering loyalty and courage dared to challenge it. It was an experiment where one's life was at stake. Without extraordinary courage and a willingness to die, no one could make such a decision.
Although Liu Yang only chose to compete under pressure from Longkodo, everyone knew that with his wit and eloquence, he could easily have found an excuse to avoid it if he didn't want to. Moreover, with his newly acquired title of Divine Martial Eunuch, his future was undoubtedly bright; who would risk their life in such a dangerous arena before it even blossomed?
But Liu Yang dared to do it. Therefore, among the common people, Liu Yang was an absolute hero, and this reputation even spread to the military, with rumors of him circulating among the million-strong army. He was incredibly popular for a time. However, he was not the only hero among the people, nor was he the most likely to step down from the arena.
The various martial arts schools that had flourished since the Tang Dynasty were now at their peak, largely detached from the public eye. Most people considered these schools merely legendary and fantastical. But this arena competition that swept across Asia drew their attention and gradually brought them into the public eye.
Among them, the most promising and popular choice is the five major schools of traditional martial arts, with the Kongtong School being the most highly regarded. The current head of the Kongtong School is Fan Yizi.
As one of the five major schools of traditional martial arts, the Kongtong School is recorded in historical texts as predating Shaolin, Emei, Wudang, and Kunlun.
The setting sun illuminates the great banner, a scene of desolation; in the martial arts world, the Kongtong School is emerging once more from the shadows.
Mist shrouds Kongtong, and the occasional bird cry echoes through the mountain streams. The path from the mountain gate to the main hall of Huangcheng—the Zhenwu Hall—is rugged, with steep eaves, especially the Heavenly Ladder leading up and down the Black Tiger Spirit Official Cave.
Who will uphold the Kongtong martial arts? It is none other than the eighth head, Fan Yizi.
A sword flashes, a single strike kills thirteen times; the mist dissipates, and the swordsman has vanished without a trace. This is a legend in the martial arts world about Fan Yizi's Kongtong School swordsmanship. His swift and decisive actions, embodying both righteous indignation and revenge, are admirable.
Kongtong martial arts predate Shaolin, Emei, and Wudang schools. Records in the *Zhuangzi*, *Erya*, and *Records of the Grand Historian* mention "the martial arts of the people of Kongtong." Kongtong martial arts flourished during the Tang Dynasty, contributing to the refinement of its system. Li Bai's poem describes it as "the world's legend of Kongtong's courage, its spirit stirring the golden wind." During this period, the concept of a "school" began to take shape. The first leader of the school, Fei Hongzi from Gansu during the Tang Dynasty, absorbed dances from Guazhou (present-day Dunhuang) and other areas, forming the important and profound martial art of the Kongtong School, "Huajiamen," thus formally completing the overall framework of Kongtong martial arts. Fei Hongzi thus became the first leader of the Kongtong School.
The Kongtong School is a prestigious and orthodox school, its martial arts primarily based on swordsmanship, following a path of unconventional, dangerous, and ruthless techniques.
In fact, swordsmanship is only one aspect of the Kongtong School of martial arts. From what we know from the common people, the Kongtong School primarily uses weapons such as fans, whisks, iron rakes, and double hooks. However, disciples frequently practice swordsmanship.
A stele on Mount Kongtong reads, "Kongtong Martial Arts, renowned throughout the western borders."
Kongtong martial arts are practiced only by Taoist priests. Crescent shovels, whisks, and fans are common weapons used by the Kongtong School, while their fist techniques include the Eighteen Arhats of the Primordial Heaven, Bagua Palm, and the Laughing at the Universe Fan.
Popular legend speaks of Fan Yizi, a man of ethereal grace, who roamed the world with a sword. He descended the mountain at eighteen and never suffered a defeat. Now forty-eight, his inner strength is unparalleled, and his reputation surpasses even that of Abbot Yideng of Shaolin and Master Huachen of Wudang.
Furthermore, the military also harbors hidden talents. Wu Lei Zi, a trusted lieutenant of Nian Gengyao who rarely makes a move, is rumored to be eager to test the prowess of the Bronze Man Formation.
Who is Wu Lei Zi? He is one of the five most elite warriors selected from among the million-strong army under General Nian.
Wu Lei Zi is not a single person, but five individuals. This competition has openly reached a point a hundred feet outside the Forbidden City gates. Nian Gengyao intends to use this opportunity to bolster his military prestige and once again overshadow his sect's power.
The public reaction is the strongest, as they are the most numerous.
A month prior, all inns in the capital were already fully booked.
Within a short month, prices in the capital had risen significantly, and the streets were teeming with people.
Foreign merchants and dignitaries flocked to the capital, putting considerable pressure on Longkodo. He immediately ordered the deployment of an additional 100,000 troops from the Infantry Palace to the outskirts of the city for unforeseen circumstances.
While this storm wasn't directly targeting the Forbidden City, the Forbidden City itself was under immense pressure.
This contest was no less significant than a military operation; not every nation could withstand such a blow. It was an unprecedented political conspiracy, an unprecedented political storm.
And yet, you can't stop him from coming; you have no choice but to accept the challenge.
According to international custom, martial arts arenas for itinerant performers can be set up anywhere within a hundred feet of the imperial city, requiring only official registration without any qualification review.
Therefore, the Khitan-Fusang army swept through the land with frenzied abandon. Everyone knew that during this six-month-long campaign, various countries had fallen in fear. If war were to break out, morale would inevitably plummet, potentially leading to defeat even before the battle.
Moreover, given the ambitions of these Khitan and Fusang nations, they wouldn't be merely seeking to display martial prowess; otherwise, they wouldn't have needed to kill so many elites from various countries.
Anyone with a modicum of political awareness knew this was a massive political storm concealing official involvement.
This storm was reaching its final destination; the Qing Dynasty would be its final resting place, not the weakest point, but the strongest, because the preceding countries had all been defeated, swept away by the Khitan-Fusang army with overwhelming force.
With each defeated country, the storm's force would accumulate.
By the time they reached the outskirts of the capital city of the Qing Dynasty, six countries had already suffered defeats. As the final and most crucial stop in this storm, every move in the capital was under close observation throughout East Asia, destined to remain shrouded in mystery.
Chapter 52 Two Swords of the Jianghu
September of the first year of the Yongzheng Emperor's reign, the capital city.
Drizzle. Gentle breeze. One hundred feet outside the Yongding Gate of the Forbidden City. The Khitan-Fusang arena.
The arena was twenty feet long and wide, large enough.
Constructed entirely of ironwood, sturdy enough.
The arena had two levels; the first level was slightly lower, occupying four-fifths of the space, while the second level was slightly higher, with twenty chairs placed on it. Next to each chair was a small wooden table, quite simple yet adorned with wood carvings, exquisite without being overly ornate. This was the Fusang style.
In reality, they were all blatantly lying; this was called wanting to have both a facade and a moral compass. You say the place is too small to fit a large table, so everything is settled, but you insist the table is exquisite, and you won't allow anyone to say it's fancy. Those Japanese are truly shameless.
That morning, several dishes of peanuts and several jugs of sake were placed on those fancy tables.
Several Khitan brutes and several Japanese martial artists sat in those seats, with two maids standing beside them. The martial artists chatted while eating peanuts and melon seeds, ignoring the shouts from the vanguard in front of the arena.
On the lower level of the arena stood eighteen bronze figures painted with gold—the Khitan brutes' Eighteen Bronze Men Formation.
The arena was about half a person's height, with two staircases, one in the back for the Khitan and Japanese martial artists to ascend,
and the other in the front for those who challenged the arena.
At the four corners of the arena were four weapon racks, displaying various weapon arrays, even some Western Region weapons and hidden weapons.
This was the basic shape of the arena, without exception.
Beside the arena stood a table, upon which lay a thick stack of papers weighed down by bluestone blocks. These papers, written in three languages, outlined the arena agreement, essentially stating that the competition was for the sake of the contest, but that fists and feet had no eyes, and that the fighters were responsible for their own injuries and deaths.
The papers bore the fingerprints of ten martial artists, and a certificate stamped by the county government of Zhuque Street in the capital of the Qing Dynasty, proving that all weapons and wooden structures used in the competition had been carefully inspected. The agreement was complete once the challenger added another fingerprint. Beside the papers was a box of vermilion inkpads for the warriors to sign.
The actual arena battle was about to begin.
A light rain drizzled over the capital, shrouding the city in mist.
Contrasting sharply with the weather was the large crowd that had packed the city, many braving the rain to reach the arena and watch the exceptionally fierce competition unfold.
The martial arts masters' apprentices stood on the platform, shouting and yelling things like "Come and challenge me if you dare!" and "The Qing Dynasty has no warriors!" Behind them stood eighteen bronze statues, silent and unyielding, like eighteen pillars.
Finally, someone couldn't resist anymore and wanted to go up on stage, but was pulled back by a friend.
Others clenched their fists, cracking them, but were powerless; even carrying a load of firewood was difficult, how could they break through the formation of the eighteen bronze statues?
On the first day, no one accepted the challenge, and the Khitan and Fusang martial arts masters spent the whole day eating melon seeds. They went off the platform to rest.
The second day was the same. No one accepted the challenge.
The third day was the same.
The crowd was filled with grief and indignation; people were banging on tables everywhere, unable to contain their anger. Some even started drinking, disillusioned with the situation. Some went to the county government office to beat drums, pleading for the people to be rid of the bandits, while others went to the Buddhist temple in the Western Hills to burn incense and pray for divine intervention, calling for a true hero.
This is the custom of the monthly arena, where the arena is set up for a month. Generally, no one challenges during the first three days. This is to show respect to the person who sets up the arena; otherwise, it would be too harsh to immediately take down someone else's arena. Too much is excessive, too little is insufficient, so it has gradually become an unspoken agreement.
This applies only to novice martial artists unfamiliar with the rules, or to some impatient and reckless individuals.
Even in a marriage contest, it's rare to find a winner in the first three days, because true masters know the rules of the monthly arena and choose to make their move after three days to decide the outcome.
Arenas this large arena are truly rare, so ordinary reckless people dare not attempt them. Only highly skilled martial artists remain hidden, waiting for their chance.
On the fourth day, it was still drizzling. September shouldn't have so much rain, especially such a light drizzle.
While the Japanese dogs continued their clamor, someone stepped onto the stage—a burly man in his thirties, tall and strong, dressed in coarse linen clothes, with a full beard.
After signing his name and stepping onto the stage, he bowed to the crowd below, saying, "I had one son, who was killed on the battlefield by the Khitan soldiers long ago. Only my daughter remained, but she tragically died last year. I am now all alone, but I will serve as a litmus test. Today, I will test the truth for everyone."
He spoke with righteous indignation, as if facing death without fear.
Immediately, someone recognized him as Uncle Qi, a street performer from Suzhou. Last year, they often saw him performing with his granddaughter on the streets of Suzhou. They hadn't seen him recently, sometimes seeing him performing small tricks alone on the street. Others had seen him the other day indulging in excessive drinking and spending money at a restaurant in the capital. They never imagined that his granddaughter would die so young. He had little hope of survival, but he came to the capital, using his remaining strength to sacrifice his last act of righteousness, to accumulate blessings for the next life.
A somber mood hung in the air above the arena, making the already hazy weather even more oppressive.
Uncle Seven roared, drawing his short sword and charging towards the Eighteen Bronze Men formation.
It was a broken sword. A tiger's head was embroidered on the hilt.
"Ah, the Broken Blade School! He's actually Broken Blade Seven, the founder of the Broken Blade School!"
Someone in the crowd saw the broken sword and recounted the legend of the Broken Blade School.
A master capable of founding a school, once a legend in the martial world, later went into seclusion for unknown reasons. But life was full of hardships; decades later, the once dashing Broken Blade Seven of the Broken Blade School had fallen into such a state of desolation. Not only had his son died young, but now even his granddaughter was gone.
To be able to found a school in the martial world and be admired by thousands, he was no ordinary person. As he charged towards the Bronze Men formation, everyone's hearts were in their throats.
"Kill them! Kill them!"
Someone shouted first, and the crowd below began to yell.
Broken Blade Seven's blade danced through the air, each strike seemingly aimed at flesh, but strangely, it was as if he were cutting through steel plates, unable to penetrate the bronze figures' flesh, let alone harm them.
The battle was decided in a single move.
Silence fell. This was a situation they did not wish to accept.
"Ah, they're drenched..." Broken Blade Seven uttered these words as he died. Then, blood began to spurt from his neck.
It was the martial artist sitting in the chair who had made the move.
However, no one could clearly see who had attacked, or how.
When Xiao Duzi reported this to Liu Yang, he was troubled.
His brows furrowed. "Are those bronze figures strange? Why did Broken Blade Seven utter those words before he died? Is the Khitan's bronze figure formation truly so solid and unbreakable, their strength so formidable, or perhaps Broken Blade Seven's martial arts have deteriorated too quickly?"
Every day, Liu Yang would send Xiao Duzi or Xiao Zhangzi, disguised as wealthy young masters, to infiltrate the crowd and observe the battle. Although their martial arts skills were not refined, they could still clearly see some subtle movements, naturally gathering all the necessary information and gradually gaining an understanding of the Khitan traitors' martial arts style. The next day
, several members of various martial arts sects went up to challenge the formation, all of whom were injured.
Several military generals also went up to challenge, barely managing to break through the bronze figure formation, only to perish under a flying knife. The knife was as fast as flowing water, as swift as floating clouds, and when it cut, it gave one a comfortable, icy feeling.
Xiao Zhangzi said that the generals died peacefully, without the slightest pain.
On the third day, several martial arts figures took turns going up on stage, but all were defeated, unable to break through the Bronze Man Formation. The
formation was finally broken on the ninth day of the competition.
The chief镖师 (bodyguard/escort) of Yangwei镖局 (Yangwei Escort Agency), Li Danda,
was rumored to possess two swords. One was in his hand, while the other's whereabouts remained unknown—perhaps on his foot, perhaps at his waist, perhaps still in his hand, or perhaps even drawn from the tip of another sword.
In short, no one had ever seen the second sword, just like the Little Li Flying Dagger; those who had seen it were all gone.
In recent years, few had been able to force Li Danda to use his second sword.
His escort missions had always been unchallenged; no one was willing to challenge his second sword.
Unexpectedly, he had come.
After a dazzling display of fighting, Li Danda broke through the Eighteen Bronze Man Formation and reached the ten martial artists. It turned out that Li Danda was a Japanese martial artist, wearing a headscarf that covered his face as well. On his headscarf were four large characters: 'Anbu Ninja'.
"Oh? Tell me in detail how he ended the fight," Liu Yang pulled Xiao Duzi aside and asked. The recent spate of people being knocked off their horses was not a good sign; it proved that those martial artists were indeed exceptionally skilled.
"That's how it is. After Li Danda broke through the Bronze Man Formation, his killing intent was at its peak when a Japanese martial artist appeared. Li Danda's martial arts skills were superb, and he overpowered the Japanese martial artist." "
Then why did he overpower him, but ultimately die at his hands?"
"That Japanese martial artist's specialty wasn't weapon-based martial arts, but rather a strange ninjutsu. Just as Li Danda was about to unleash his killing blow, he vanished into thin air."
"Completely vanished?"
"Yes, completely vanished. According to his disciples, speaking in Qing Dynasty terms, it was a skill from the Anbu (Anbu) of Western ninjutsu—the technique of invisibility."
"Anbu?"
"Yes, I also found out. Japanese martial artists are divided into Genin, Chunin, Jonin, Anbu, and Kagebu."
"They only sent Anbu? And they've already swept through eight countries?" Liu Yang was puzzled. How could such a small place like Japan produce so many talents? It was hard to believe.
"Was it because Li Danda exhausted too much of his energy on the Eighteen Bronze Men Formation that he was unable to continue fighting?"
"No, because the rules of the arena stipulate that as long as you win, you can rest for a day before fighting again. But Li Danda rested for half an incense stick's time, drank a large jar of wine, and then shouted that he wanted to start again."
"No need to rest, just continue the fight?" Liu Yang kept thinking about every detail, trying to find clues to break the formation.
"Yes, at first the people below were very happy, finally breaking the Bronze Men Formation, but they didn't expect the defeat to be so tragic, and..." "
And what?"
"And, his sword was slower. Before he even drew his sword, he had already fallen. This time everyone clearly saw where his sword came from." Xiao Duzi sighed slightly, another martial arts master had fallen.
"The second sword?" Liu Yang had to confirm again.
"Yes."
Liu Yang was shocked. Even the second sword that no one in the Central Plains could break had been broken. It was unbelievable.
"Invisibility? Anbu ninja? Lightning-fast attacks?" Liu Yang collected clues, becoming increasingly shocked with each
reading. On the fifteenth day, a young man in golden brocade robes approached the arena, fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan. He was still watching.
If people recognized Eunuch Shenwu, upon closer inspection, they would realize that he was none other than Liu Yang.
Chapter 53 Fan Yizi Appears The reason
Liu Yang came in person today was because an important figure was going to participate: Fan Yizi, the most popular figure among the crowd.
Strangely, it had been drizzling in the capital recently.
Around noon, a large sedan chair finally arrived, carried by eight burly Taoist priests.
The sedan chair had no roof, and a middle-aged Taoist priest sat on it. Beside the priest was a disciple, holding a golden sword in both hands. This was the sword-carrying boy, much like how Xiao Duzi and Xiao Zhangzi were specifically there to carry Liu Yang's weapons, but with one difference: the sword-carrying boy had a different air, and the sword was actually quite light.
Liu Yang only took in Xiao Duzi and Xiao Zhangzi out of necessity. Two heavy spears, a heavy sword, and a precious bow—if he didn't take them to carry them, all those weapons would be a burden on Liu Yang himself.
"Look, it's Master Fan Yizi!"
"That's right, he's really here! It really is Master Fan Yizi!"
"That's good! Master Fan Yizi is here! I think those Khitan slaves and Japanese dogs
can only be arrogant for so long!" "That's right, Master Fan Yizi didn't have to come down the mountain. Now that he's here, how could he leave empty-handed?"
The people were excited and discussed amongst themselves, but some still expressed concern.
"Even the Broken Blade Style was defeated in one move. Even Master Fan Yizi couldn't break his Broken Blade in one move!"
This voice immediately caused another wave of panic.
He wasn't wrong.
"Hey, stop trying to boost his morale! Are you from Japan, kid? No wonder you look so treacherous!"
someone began to insult.
The common people never liked to face pessimistic speculations, even when such speculations were more realistic.
"Make way! Make way! We've arrived!"
The people automatically and consciously made way for Fan Yizi's sedan chair procession, their spirits high.
Fan Yizi's arrival as promised did indeed reassure the panicked people, at least in that they believed he would be more confident in his actions than others.
"Everyone, today the sect leader has personally descended the mountain to quell the Khitan and Fusang armies. Please rest assured, elders and folks,"
disciples shouted incessantly before Fan Yizi's sedan chair. He was determined to win, to instantly enhance the prestige of Kongtong.
The eight-person sedan chair slowly approached the arena. The disciples carrying the sedan chair then set the child down. Fan Yizi stepped down from the sedan chair. Liu Yang saw clearly that his face was flushed and radiant, his true energy abundant yet not ostentatious. His gait was steady; he was clearly a man of composure and careful planning.
"Perhaps, with Senior Fan Yizi's help, everything can be wiped out. Or perhaps I won't need to lift a finger," Liu Yang thought silently. He also hoped that Fan Yizi could defeat the Khitan-Fusang army in one fell swoop, because based on the situation of the past ten days of competition, the Khitan-Fusang dog arena was not simple, and even Liu Yang himself was not entirely confident.
Fan Yizi's disciple brought out a competition agreement and some vermilion ink. Fan Yizi dipped his ink in it and lightly signed his name on it. All competitors needed to make such a registration, and this was not a special case because of Fan Yizi's status.
After signing, Fan Yizi slowly walked onto the arena.
"Hua Yizi, the head of the Kongtong Sect, has come to receive the gifts from the martial arts masters."
Fan Yizi raised his hand, and the ten martial arts masters on the platform clasped their fists.
The ten martial arts masters all stood up and clasped their fists at the same time.
Although they did not speak the same language, their martial spirit was present. The deep respect for martial arts in their souls made them dare not neglect this master in the slightest.
"Sword, please!" Fan Yizi shouted, unleashing his inner energy. His thick, powerful aura caused his Daoist robe to flutter wildly even without wind.
"Master, catch!" With Fan Yizi's shout, the sword-wielding boy below tossed his golden sword onto the stage.
Fan Yizi caught it easily.
"Kill!" The eighteen golden bronze figures moved.
They advanced in an orderly fashion, surrounding Fan Yizi. It was clearly some kind of formation; even these disciples were highly trained experts.
"A mere formation is beneath my notice, Fan Yizi. Break it!"
Fan Yizi caught the sword, drew it, and unleashed it in one fluid motion.
Eighteen against one ordinary person—of course, the eighteen would win.
But when eighteen people fight one master, it all depends on how you arrange your formation. If it's chaotic and disorganized, you won't gain the advantage of numbers. For example, if you attack from all directions, and the opponent leaps up, how many can suddenly stop and regain their footing? This easily leads to a situation where brothers fight each other.
Clearly, these eighteen people have undergone long and rigorous training, their cooperation is excellent, and their attacks complement each other, far exceeding the strength of eighteen fighting alone.
Although the Bronze Man Formation is very profound, it is still not up to the average person's standards. With a loud shout, his sword attacked the abdomen of one of the bronze men.
A dazzling barrage of attacks overwhelmed the disciple, throwing him into disarray.
"Guaji shindo!"
A Khitan martial artist in the backstage couldn't help but speak up to warn him, and a merchant who understood the foreign language translated for him.
"The Khitan martial artist told his disciple not to panic, to stay calm!"
Liu Yang saw it clearly and secretly admired Fan Yizi's swordsmanship. With just one move, the outcome was decided; the bronze men formation was truly beneath Fan Yizi's notice.
On the arena, before his moves were exhausted, Fan Yizi launched another attack, "Heavenly Maiden Scattering Flowers," at another bronze man.
Although these bronze men had undergone special tempering, their bodies as hard as steel, who was Fan Yizi? His true energy was earth-shattering. Under the strikes of his golden sword, even if the bronze man's skin remained intact, his internal organs had already been shattered by the blows.
When the other bronze men could no longer launch effective attacks, and that bronze man had been subjected to dozens of sword strikes from Fan Yizi in an instant, he finally couldn't bear it any longer and spat out a mouthful of blood. Fan Yizi didn't hesitate at all; his swordsmanship became even more ferocious, entangling another bronze man.
"Good!"
"Well done!"
"Kongtong martial arts! Upholding our national prestige!"
"Master Fan Yi! Invincible under heaven!"
"Kongtong martial arts!..."
The
crowd below was filled with fervor. No one knew who started it, but everyone joined in chanting the slogans. Seeing the eighteen bronze men, who had been so domineering for days and almost untouchable, now utterly defeated, how could the people not cheer with joy? At this moment, Fan Yizi was a god, a hero, a true savior in the eyes of the crowd.
Seeing the people's genuine support, the disciples of Kongtong Mountain who had come with Fan Yizi were filled with pride, their sword-wielding bodies standing even straighter.
Fan Yizi rarely fought within the sect, and hadn't even taken on disciples for many years. Therefore, witnessing him wield his sword today was a blessing for the disciples, and they certainly didn't want to miss a single opportunity to observe.
In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the Eighteen Bronze Men Formation was breached by Fan Yizi's overwhelming sword attacks. The eighteen burly bronze men collapsed to the ground, coughing up blood.
"You flatter me!"
Fan Yizi said, sheathing his sword, appearing detached and untouched by worldly affairs.
On the high platform, the ten martial artists discussed amongst themselves. Now that he had overcome the Bronze Men Formation, they wondered who would be sent to face him in the next round.
"Master Fan Yizi, according to the rules of our arena, you have successfully challenged the Eighteen Bronze Men Formation. You have the right to rest for a day and fight again tomorrow. Would you like to rest?"
a Khitan disciple asked in broken Qing language. This was the rule of the arena; breaking the formation granted the right to rest, otherwise it would be considered bullying the weak.
"Absolutely not, please!"
Fan Yizi said, sword in hand. At this moment, a Khitan martial artist stood up, took his weapon—a large bronze hammer—and walked to face Fan Yizi.
After the fist salute, it was time to strike. There was not much to say, as the opponent wouldn't understand anyway.
The Khitan martial artist was genuinely strong, not just bloated.
He wielded a pair of incredibly heavy bronze hammers, demonstrating his mastery of heavy weapons. With a stomp of his foot, his inner energy surged forth, proving he was nearly as powerful as Fan Yizi, his internal strength exceptionally profound.
"Thirteen Swords of Kongtong, Striking the Mountain to Tremble the Tiger!"
Fan Yizi unleashed the Kongtong School's ultimate sword technique, the Thirteen Forms of the Kongtong Sword.
The Khitan martial artist blocked directly with his left-hand bronze hammer, sword and hammer clashing, sparks flying.
Fan Yizi's first strike failed, so he launched another, but by then the Khitan martial artist's right-hand bronze hammer was already upon him.
"Such formidable hammer technique! Such a heavy weapon doesn't hinder his speed at all, allowing him to keep up with Fan Yizi's swordplay. He's truly a formidable opponent." Liu Yang watched the fierce battle closely.
Before long, the two had exchanged over a hundred blows. At this point, Fan Yizi was slightly out of breath, while the Khitan martial artist remained calm and composed.
"This is bad. If this continues, Fan Yizi will not be able to defeat ten martial artists. Moreover, as a test, this Khitan martial artist is definitely not the strongest one." Seeing this scene, Liu Yang knew that Fan Yizi might be able to defeat this Khitan martial artist, but it was impossible for him to win this arena today.
"Something's not right." Liu Yang raised an eyebrow, suddenly realizing something was amiss. "The Kongtong Sect's internal energy techniques are exquisite, and Fan Yizi is an expert in them. His internal energy is far superior to that Khitan martial artist's. His weapon is just a medium-sized sword, not a heavy weapon, while that Khitan martial artist wields two copper hammers. The two are evenly matched, and at the very least, they should be evenly matched. Why is Fan Yizi at a disadvantage now? If it's feigned, that's impossible."
Liu Yang suddenly noticed the vermilion ink next to the competition agreement on the table under the arena.
"That's right, if it's a red inkpad, it can at least fool the government's search." Liu Yang found the suspicious point and slowly moved towards the table with the crowd.
Closer, closer.
Ten feet, five feet.
"Who goes there? Don't come within ten feet of the arena!" The Khitan disciple guarding the agreement shouted when he saw Liu Yang suddenly approaching.
Liu Yang feigned ignorance and suddenly sped up, running towards the disciple.
Seeing Liu Yang's rapid approach, the disciple grabbed him with a Five Thunder Hand technique.
"Good skill. This Five Thunder Hand is already eighty percent mastered. For a disciple guarding the agreement to be this strong, either the extra realm is indeed full of experts, or there's something wrong with the ink."
The Five Thunder Hand was good, but it couldn't harm Liu Yang. He spun around, secretly using the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique), and in one swift motion, the disciple missed his target, his sleeve smearing the ink.
"Who! Who pushed me?"
Liu Yang pointed at the crowd a few feet away, asking them one by one. Some onlookers ignored him
, while others shook their heads. Liu Yang couldn't find the person who pushed him, because he had pushed himself. But the Khitan disciple seemed to understand what had happened, muttered a few curses, and sat back down at the table, ignoring Liu Yang.
Liu Yang walked back into the crowd, looking back at the arena. The Khitan martial artist had just been struck down by Fan Yizi's sword and was kneeling in defeat.
"Continue the challenge!"
With Fan Yizi winning another match, the crowd raised their hands and cheered. Liu Yang feigned nonchalance, then held up his sleeve, which had been smeared with ink, and smelled it.
"Oh no! It really is a red-horned catkin!"

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