Fourteen days ago, Author: Zhu Xin Xia Ren
Chapter 47: The Great Might of Invincibility
The military family is synonymous with combat power in the cultivation world; regardless of the realm, the military family always holds the advantage in battle.
The elders of the sect have said: those brutes wielding weapons are only arrogant below the Fourth Realm; when it comes to the True Monarch realm of Refining Void and Merging Dao, it is still our sect that is slightly stronger.
Every sect claims that their Fourth Realm is slightly stronger, and indeed there has never been a unified statement, but the dominance of the military family below the Fourth Realm is universally acknowledged.
The monk Bu Jie did not know how strong the Fourth Realm was, but he understood the underlying implication from the elders: within the same realm, the military family possesses greater combat power.
The most renowned representative of this is the military family's leader, Zhe Jian Mountain, followed by Qian Long Mountain Manor.
He wondered which family had produced such a monster.
He transmitted his voice, "Lu Shizhu, we should run."
Lu Chan transmitted back, "You bald donkey, if you dare to flee in battle, I will twist your dog head off! Hold them off for a moment; I still have a method."
Bu Jie, wanting to cry but having no tears, replied, "Guniang, they practice military Dao; how can we fight them with a Buddha's head? Even if we manage to win, we will still end up missing arms and legs. Let’s not act on impulse."
"The old eunuch in the palace has definitely noticed us; we only need to hold them off for the time it takes to burn a stick of incense."
"......"
"I'll pay more, ten high-grade Longhu Pills!"
Lu Chan gritted her teeth; she was determined to settle the score and defeat this madman!
All proud talents are high-spirited; she was not inferior to Gu Wen in any way.
Bu Jie also could not truly run away; if Lu Chan were killed, the relationship between their two sects would be completely ruined.
He steeled himself and stepped forward, his demeanor solemn, "Ninth on the Earth Ranking, Indestructible Vajra, my Dharma name is Bu Jie. I ask you, Shizhu, to turn back and find peace."
Gu Wen took a moment to adjust his breathing, looking at the monk before him, and began to recall some impressions.
The mysterious monk who had been lurking at Long Bridge was actually a security guard hired by Qian Feng Tower, or perhaps an ally?
His intuition told him that Lu Chan still had a trump card, and this monk was not easy to kill.
He Huan was an example; whenever he was about to suffer a fatal blow, some force would help him evade it.
But so what?
"Sixth on the Earth Ranking, Ninth, you can come at me together."
Gu Wen's voice was calm, and the blatant disdain in his tone made Bu Jie’s expression darken.
So arrogant!
Bu Jie coldly said, "Though you have the military Dao's Dharma manifestation, when it comes to life and death struggles, if all your means are brought out, you may not fare well."
What responded to him was a tsunami-like killing intent; the man before him, like a deep abyss or a demon, let out a light laugh, as if in contempt, yet also as if it were only natural.
"I have only this one spear and only one opponent; what does it matter if you call upon your protectors?"
He had no backup plan; the only margin for error was the pills given to him by Yu Hua.
A mere commoner, how dare he compete with the celestial sect's proud talents?
Gu Wen dared; not only did he dare, but he also wanted to crush them.
He not only possessed a fate but his talent was not lacking either.
Zhao Lie Spear, illuminating the path, killing decisively.
The Red Dragon Dharma manifestation let out a long roar, its three-zhang dragon body suddenly growing to four zhang!
Bu Jie was dumbfounded.
Having a Dharma manifestation was one thing, but how could he break through in the midst of battle?!
"I am a commoner in the mortal realm, here to kill you two."
Gu Wen stepped forward, like a mountain leaning, invincible.
In the realm of immortals, the talented rise above; all cultivation and foundation are useless.
Only true geniuses, with unparalleled talent and unmatched gifts, can stand firm.
Those with great momentum suppress others with their might.
The invincible envelops the great might.
Bu Jie retreated two steps in succession, breathing heavily; merely the clash of their qi made him lose the will to fight.
Three pills flew out, and Lu Chan also calmed her mind, accepting her fate.
Zhao Feng's pills, what was she risking her life for?
Gu Wen received the pills, their color a deep blue, smooth and unblemished, with faint patterns appearing and disappearing.
Though he did not recognize the medicinal properties, he could sense that their spiritual essence was at least ten times that of a high-grade Longhu Pill; they should be Condensing Dao Pills.
"Can you not hand over the Longhu Pills?"
"You!"
Lu Chan was about to curse but saw the other party raise his weapon.
Her eyes reddened, and in a weak voice, she said, "Dao brother, why must you be so ruthless? Just leave some pills for me..."
Gu Wen coldly interrupted, "Hand them over."
He was here to rob, not to do charity; moreover, these things were not funded by Qian Feng Tower; they were all money from his own water room.
Bu Jie silently stepped aside.
Lu Chan changed her attitude towards Gu Wen, her voice weak, "Dao brother, these Longhu Pills are not yet refined; why don't you return first, and I will send them to you another day? Look at the chaos in the city; if you don’t leave now, it will be too late."
Gu Wen turned back; within Bianjing, flames were rising, and the Long Bridge had already been sealed off by the Imperial Guards.
Hundreds of Imperial Guards surged in, responding from various military patrols, with more armored Imperial Guards rushing in from all directions.
But their numbers would not exceed five hundred, as this was the total number of Imperial Guards in the vicinity of Long Bridge.
To prevent anyone from inciting rebellion, the only army that could truly mobilize in Bianjing was the thousand men of the military patrol; the rest would require the orders of the court's Ministry of War or even the Emperor's decree to move.
Otherwise, even if they burned the Long Bridge, most of the Imperial Guards would not act.
A thousand Imperial Guards were enough to suppress all civil unrest; any more would mean attacking the palace.
Ensuring the stability of power surpassed everything.
The streets were filled with golden armor.
No matter how decayed the Da Qian was, it still retained a trace of imperial aura; Bianjing was ultimately beneath the feet of the Son of Heaven, and the violent machine still maintained a certain combat capability.
Sounds echoed from the stairs.
Whoosh!
A hidden arrow flew in; Gu Wen deflected it with his spear.
A team of armored Imperial Guards came down the corridor, two holding swords and shields in front, while two armed with crossbows followed behind.
He shot forward like a cannonball, piercing through the sword and shield soldiers and the crossbowmen behind them with one spear, then without pulling out his long spear, he swung the two corpses to smash the remaining two.
At that moment, He Huan's voice came.
"Dao friend Hong Chen, the old immortal from the palace has come out!"
The Dao Monarch Emperor?
Gu Wen's heart jolted; from the high building, he saw two figures confronting each other on the distant rooftop.
One was He Huan, who at this moment had also donned a mask, clearly aware that some robbery required a bit of concealment.
The other was the old eunuch; as long as it wasn't the old Emperor himself, there would be no trouble.
It seemed that the plan to pluck the feathers was no longer feasible; he did not know how many Heavenly Essences were in this Condensing Dao Pill.
Based on the situation with the high-grade Longhu Pill, it was unlikely to become rich overnight.
Though Gu Wen felt reluctant, he still executed his movement technique, leaping down and crushing a corner of Qian Feng Tower, heading straight for the old eunuch.
A spear thrust out, the spear's aura like a dragon.
The old eunuch sensed danger and used a technique to summon a white lotus for defense, while He Huan took the opportunity to advance with his spear.
It was as if two dragons were entwined; one hand grasped the silver spear, while the other used a treasure to meet the Zhao Lie Spear.
Bang!
The white lotus trembled slightly.
Gu Wen was already within six feet, his eyes filled with killing intent, the Red Dragon Dharma manifestation reappearing.
Exerting all his strength, he thrust his spear, shattering the white lotus artifact, then followed through with a powerful downward strike towards the old eunuch, his body crashing into a building, sending dust and debris flying.
Gu Wen and He Huan had not yet taken to the skies when they landed on the main street of Long Bridge, surrounded by countless Imperial Guards.
He scanned the hundred-man battle formation with his spear; not a single person dared to take a step forward.
However, with so many people, their courage naturally grew; they could not scare them off, and they might even regroup.
He Huan grasped Gu Wen's shoulder and said, "Dao friend Hong Chen, we must leave quickly; this old thing is at least at the Refining Void stage, and we cannot contend with him for now."
Though in the realm of immortals, the talented rise above, there is still a limit; they were currently only at the second level of Dao Foundation.
That old thing could reach Refining Void; if he had condensed his Dao Foundation back then, he would have at least started at the third level.
Gu Wen sensed that the opponent's aura had not diminished; instead, it had grown stronger.
He decisively said, "How do we leave? You must have a backup plan, right?"
"Of course, otherwise, how would I dare to ask you for a Condensing Dao Pill?"
He Huan took out two yellowish talismans and slapped them onto Gu Wen; the two instantly sank into the ground, completely disappearing.
Outside Long Bridge, in another dark alley.
Gu Wen and He Huan emerged from underground; for some unknown reason, whether due to a flaw in the escape technique or the dizziness from the first use, it felt normal.
He sat cross-legged on the ground to adjust his breath, taking a long time to slowly regain his senses.
Looking around, He Huan was still sitting nearby, adjusting his breath, while a sign outside the alley caught his eye.
Tai Fu Si.
The place where the court stores tributes.
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