Chapter 547: Chapter 547

Lord Wu entered the fortress to rest, as this was the fortress closest to Dasheng Castle.

At night, in the guesthouse of Golden Pass Castle.

Although Lord Wu was in the safety of a solid fortress, he still felt the tense atmosphere around, like a storm approaching. Read complete versıon only at novęlfire.net

By midnight, he still couldn’t sleep peacefully and couldn’t hear any sounds of people or animals outside the guesthouse.

A dim lantern light filtered through from outside, unknowingly filling him with a sense of dread.

He hurriedly found Steward Qian for a game of chess.

Old Qian had now risen to the chief assistant to the Liao Dong governor, and in the line of stewards, he was nearing the pinnacle. If Lord Wu rose further, he hoped for a favor, and before retiring, might become a regional magistrate.

Due to such great prospects, Old Qian, despite being very sleepy, forced himself to accompany Lord Wu in a game of chess.

Probably due to the chess game, the tension in Lord Wu’s heart lessened significantly.

The fortress was solid and had a large army stationed within.

Lord Wu considered it as impregnable as a fortress that was extremely secure.

Moreover, he had Han Tai and Scholar Lei, sent by Xu Qing, to protect him. Although they were not Internal Martial Artists, within the military camp, relying on their sheer numbers, the fortress defenses were so tight that even the top Internal Martial Artists wouldn’t dare to sneak in.

Perhaps he was worrying unnecessarily.

At this moment, Lord Wu couldn’t help but miss Gongming.

With Gongming around, even if the enemy had an army of a hundred thousand, he felt it was nothing.

Now, with the grassland tribes joining forces, their bowmen numbered just over ten thousand, which made him terrified.

Lord Wu’s heart was filled with extreme hatred for the Liao Dong General Shi Song.

This worthless man watched as Dasheng Castle fell and fled after the defeat, forcing him to clean up the mess.

Governor Wu really had no choice, as governing Liao Dong meant he had the responsibility to defend the territory.

Moreover, if he didn’t come to support and let the situation in Liao Dong worsen, he would be entirely to blame.

Although Lord Wu was greedy for life and afraid of death, under the influence of Xu Qing, he also understood the importance of the bigger picture.

Most importantly, Xu Qing and his group were already on their way, and he expected that as long as he held on for a while, Gongming would come to his rescue.

With Gongming, these grassland tribes would surely provide meritorious service.

As Lord Wu and Steward Qian were fiercely engaged in their chess game.

Suddenly, they heard the sounds of battle outside.

In the silent night, it seemed exceptionally abrupt.

"My Lord, quickly leave." Han Tai burst into the guesthouse, picking up Lord Wu without explanation.

As he carried Lord Wu, he explained.

A terrifying Martial Arts Grandmaster had sneaked into the fortress in the middle of the night, opened the gates from within, and led the grassland tribes’ army inside.

This night raid was sudden, and with a Martial Arts Grandmaster taking action, defeat was already certain.

Additionally, the Martial Arts Grandmaster commanded two terrifying giant serpents that could spit poison mist, were extremely fast, and immune to ordinary arrows and blades.

In urgency, Han Tai and Scholar Lei gathered a few dozen cavalry to escort Lord Wu towards the inner pass.

They knew that their fame and fortune were tied to Lord Wu.

The soldiers and horses they brought might be lost, but they could retrain and regroup. If something happened to Lord Wu, they couldn’t compensate even with their lives.

Dozens of cavalry sped away swiftly.

Before long, they had distanced themselves from Golden Pass Castle.

Suddenly, the bright moonlight disappeared halfway.

A mass of darkness enveloped Lord Wu and his entourage.

Within the darkness, they suddenly saw ahead, in the moonlit area, a strange monk appearing, overshadowing the moon’s brilliance, standing atop two giant serpents, exuding a domineering evil aura.

"This humble monk only wants this lord’s head. You warriors, cultivating is not easy. Do not make unnecessary sacrifices; move aside."

He had slipped into the fortress at midnight, opened the gates, and fought a fierce battle amid the chaos, yet after catching up with Lord Wu’s party, he still appeared composed and calm.

"Evil monk, do you know who my lord is? He is the mentor of the Wenqu Star. If you know what’s good for you, retreat quickly." Han Tai shouted.

The monk’s lips curled into an inscrutable smile, "I am fully aware of the fear in your heart. In truth, I do not relish killing, but if you remain obstinate, I can only offer you a ritual passage."

Han Tai was deeply alarmed and whispered to Lord Wu, "My Lord, I will use a secret technique to stall him temporarily, you and Lord Lei should escape quickly."

"Guard Han," Wu Darun couldn’t help but have tears in his eyes.

Han Tai: "The world can do without Tai, but not without Darun. Please tell the young master after you return that I can no longer serve him."

He roared violently, his entire body bulging with muscles, each strand of muscle tense to the extreme, his muscles filled with qi-blood, his whole person expanded significantly.

Under the escort of Scholar Lei, Wu Darun turned and rode away without daring to look back.

The monk shook his head.

The two giant snakes slapped the ground like whips.

The horses under Wu Darun’s command were startled and turned back around.

Han Tai’s eyes were filled with fury as he raised his spear and charged at the monk.

The monk formed seals with his hands.

A massive explosion of qi-blood occurred, and the air in the void seemed to be drawn into a vortex, forming a thick qi shield in front of him.

Han Tai, in an extreme burst of qi-blood, had almost the destructive power of an Internal Martial Artist’s full-force strike, yet at this moment, it was difficult to advance.

The wind roared past his ears, and his whole body felt a sharp pain as if being pricked by needles.

Han Tai exerted all his strength, and the spear finally reached the monk’s chest.

But there was no longer any possibility of pushing it forward.

The monk smiled indifferently, slapping his palms on the spear.

The spearhead forged from fine steel visibly deformed, the terrifying heat passed through, causing Han Tai’s hands to suffer from burns, blood and flesh stuck to the scorching spear shaft.

Then, centering on the monk,

a scorching heatwave enveloped Wu Darun and the others.

This was pure heat emitted from blazing qi-blood, not any Divine Skill.

Martial Arts had nearly reached the level of Divine Skills.

At this moment, the monk was clearly intent on burning Wu Darun and the others alive.

Wu Darun was instantly drenched in sweat, and felt a wave of exhaustion.

Just as Wu Darun and the others were in unbearable discomfort, their faces suddenly turned ecstatic.

Because at this moment, despite the astonishing heatwave around them, they no longer felt any hint of heat; instead, their skin felt cool.

The monk initially saw the pain of Wu Darun and his group, and smiled.

But soon after, seeing Wu Darun and the others suddenly show joy, he became puzzled.

Suddenly, a chill rose from his heart.

A gust of yin wind blew around, as if to extinguish the blood energy of his Red Sun Great Method.

"Evil Spirit?" Practicing martial arts, the monk had reached the Grandmaster Realm, so he wasn’t afraid of these yin winds, instead continuously amplifying his qi-blood’s yang force.

However, for every bit his qi-blood grew stronger, the outer yin wind strengthened equivalently, entangling with his qi-blood endlessly.

Logically, yang qi-blood should restrain ghosts.

But that’s not the case at all here.

The yin wind seemed infinite, without end in sight.

And as the monk continuously increased his qi-blood, he gradually reached his current limit.

This was also the first time outside the Seven Kills Demon Palace that the monk had elevated the Red Sun Great Method to its peak.

Even so, the external yin wind was still not at its end.

His power had reached the bottom, while the opponent seemed far from it.

Fine beads of sweat emerged on the monk’s forehead and then instantly evaporated into a white mist.

In the eyes of Wu Darun and others, the monk’s head appeared like a steaming teapot, continuously emitting steam.

But what’s bizarre is that with the monk at the center, the ground began to be covered by a thin frost, and as time passed, the frost gradually crawled onto the monk, while his great snakes had long been frozen by the frost.

They saw that the top of the monk’s head was still steaming, like immortal mist, but his lower half was completely covered in frost.

This scene was extremely eerie.

It was the height of a summer’s night, the starry sky brilliant, with the Eastern Seven Constellations dazzling brightly, and the flying dragon at the zenith!

At some unknown point, the east began to whiten.

The Eastern Azure Dragon Constellations disappeared from the midheaven, and a soft sigh sounded,

"Esoteric Sect’s Absolute Skill, indeed profound. But is that all there is?"