The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 44 Imperial Edict
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The horse's hooves landed, kicking up dust. Shen Cangming's heavy blade slashed down, and Li Zhenyue could only try to duck down, raising his iron shield to block Shen Cangming's attack. Although Shen Cangming had lost an arm and was blind, the momentum of him charging down the mountain with his blade was too powerful.

Li Zhenyue felt a sudden darkness before his eyes and almost collapsed.

He's wielding a knife with his left arm, and he still has that kind of imposing presence?!

But he held on tenaciously. At this moment, they were still on a mountain slope, and the heavy shield soldiers could not turn around immediately. The soldiers behind them drew their swords and prepared to attack. Li Zhenyue gritted his teeth, knowing that a turning point was about to come.

Then he saw a cold eye.

not good……

Li Zhenyue's heart sank. The next moment, Shen Cangming's blade swept across his iron shield, and a faint spark appeared on the horizontal blade. In just a moment, the battle blade swept horizontally, and a fierce flame roared out.

【Beacon Tower】—Raising fire to ignite the sky.

In an instant, the formation was broken, and the black horse slipped on its hooves. But this danger only fueled its ferocity. It neighed and charged forward, sweeping its sword horizontally with its left hand. Li Zhenyue abandoned his shield and used his gauntlet-covered arm to block the blade.

The Xuan Guan [Zhang Lei] is different from the beacon towers of the border army. This is a lineage inherited by the Shuofang army, which is good at defense. It withstood the sharpness of the knife. However, the big black horse neighed, stepped forward, bit Fang Haoyue on the side, and suddenly shook its head.

Fang Haoyue was actually thrown off balance by the warhorse. If someone hadn't grabbed him, he would have fallen off the cliff. At the same time, the warhorse charged forward and crashed into Li Zhenyue from behind.

This horse can even wrestle with monsters!

Li Zhenyue almost pushed his Xuan Guan ability to its limit, rapidly depleting his magical power and blood, which transformed into the unique defensive spell of [Zhang Lei]. The blade had already sliced ​​through the mountain-patterned armor and cut into his palm, causing blood to flow freely.

However, he understood that if the man in front of him hadn't only had one arm left, and it was his unused left hand, he would probably have been beheaded in this charge, and the morale of his elite troops would have plummeted.

This is the cavalry general of Anren Army.

A monster who rose from humble beginnings to the limit of being a commoner through twenty-six years of fighting.

Li Zhenyue thought to himself that he had survived, but for some reason, he even felt a sense of shame, because he knew that he had lost in terms of tactics and martial arts.

The only reason I'm alive is because the man in front of me has lost an arm.

Li Zhenyue's pride as a soldier of the Tang Dynasty made him roar, and he forcefully grabbed the blade with both hands. Then he spun around, sacrificing his own hands to be cut deeper, and switched places with Shen Cangming.

Shen Cangming is missing his right arm and an eye, which reduces his field of vision.

For this reason, Li Zhenyue was spared the horrific scene of being directly ambushed and beheaded. Shen Cangming's warhorse suddenly stomped on the side of the mountain and charged into the rear of these heavily armored Tang soldiers at a slightly tilted position.

The two sides completed a dangerous hedging maneuver.

Li Zhenyue gasped for breath, and the Tang army reacted instantly.

Spears, swords, shields, and crossbows were drawn.

She locked her gaze firmly onto the man in front of her.

The rain poured down, and the sword was pointed forward, exuding murderous intent.

Big Black snorted, and as it exhaled, white steam billowed out. Rain soaked its body, giving it a vaguely ferocious appearance. Li Zhenyue clenched his fist, and Fang Haoyue, the military commander beside him, used magic to stop the bleeding.

Shen Cangming's tactics were successful, causing this elite Tang army to lose several of their mounts.

Just a pity.

He lost his eyes, his proud archery skills, his right arm, and even his mounted weapons, yet he still achieved such results.

True elite soldiers don't rely on brute force or martial arts prowess.

Shen Cangming lacked the strategic capabilities of a commander-in-chief, but as a cavalry general specializing in raids and infiltrations, he possessed a solid, simple yet reliable tactical system.

In a head-on fight, one against fourteen would be fatal.

But now, Shen Cangming's goal is to mislead the other party's location, creating an opportunity for Zhou Yan to leave.

If Zhou Yan hadn't burned the secret technique of the [Beacon Tower], Shen Cangming would have chosen to fight these fourteen elite troops of the Shuofang Army head-on here, shedding his blood under the swords of the Tang Dynasty and meeting his demise.

But now, in his dark and desperate heart, a second option has emerged.

Shen Cangming exhaled and suddenly turned around. Li Zhenyue instantly guessed that Shen Cangming might be deliberately trying to lead them into pursuit. As a Zhaowu Colonel, he needed to make a judgment: whether to pursue Shen Cangming or search for and eliminate Zhou Yan.

However, Shen Cangming did not don his armor.

on purpose.

Even though Shen Cangming was almost the pinnacle of martial arts, tactics, and combat skills among Tang soldiers, a hero in the army, and a legend of the corps, such a legend lost his eyes, his top-notch archery skills, his right arm, and his armor.

It's hard to say how much of his strength he has left.

No one could resist the urge to pursue them.

Li Zhenyue rejected such an impulse.

Almost instantly, he realized that Zhou Yan must be behind him. Then he looked at Shen Cangming and understood that his best option at this moment was to chase after Zhou Yan.

However, if the young swordsman in the back was someone Shen Cangming deliberately revealed himself to lure them away, in order to protect him...

Li Zhenyue let out a breath.

He gazed at Shen Cangming's retreating figure, a complex emotion lurking beneath his calm, cold eyes. "Let us fulfill your hopes."

A former hero of the empire deserves a death worthy of you, and as for the person you were supposed to protect, we'll just pretend we didn't see them this time.

Li Zhenyue said:

"Chase!"

Li Zhenyue abandoned the pursuit of Zhou Yan. The remaining seven men had warhorses. They mounted their horses and gave chase. The sound of their hooves was like thunder. The horses' hooves crashed into the mud, splashing water everywhere.

.....................

"Chase it! Chase it! The scent of that human is right here!"

Black Wind, riding the raging wind, roamed wildly near the mountains, while his hundred or so lesser demons searched everywhere for Zhou Yan's whereabouts. Black Wind was acting on the orders of the Master of Qingming to subdue Wang Chun, who wanted to become the Mountain Lord.

But now, Wang Chun is gone; the mountain lord seed he planted has become a lump of rotten flesh, and even the blood pill refined from the essence of seven kinds of demonic beasts has been taken away by who knows who.

The cave on Misty Peak was like it had been robbed; all the pills, Taoist scriptures, and nothing else were left, not even the tiger's essence blood.

Black Wind knew that if he didn't capture that kid, he would be punished. His eyes turned red with anger. Master Qingming always rewarded those who had done good deeds. Someone like him, who witnessed something bad and let the other person escape, would also be punished severely.

Compared to that, the gourd that had been overcharged was nothing.

Black Wind used its supernatural powers to transform into a wisp of black wind and searched back and forth. The wolf demon's sense of smell and perception were already very strong. Even though Zhou Yan used the Mountain Lord Jade Talisman and the affinity between this fierce tiger and Mist Hidden Peak to slightly conceal himself, he was not completely hidden.

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, it was enough for Hei Feng to find Zhou Yan from that mixed aura. Hei Feng gritted his teeth and planned to throw the man and the ghost into his treasure, refine them for a while, and turn them into pus to grow flowers.

Black Wind flew past Xiao Huiniang's secret cave, vaguely sensing something.

However, this place happens to be the core of the mountain winds, with a stream flowing through it, overgrown with grass, and a mixed smell. Shen Cangming is entangled with the human heavy cavalry, while Hei Feng and the hundred or so monsters are chasing Zhou Yan like madmen.

Inside the cave, Hui Niang squatted in front of the pile of stones, carefully placing a few new stones in her own little world. Meanwhile, the two idea kings, one human and one ghost, were so efficient that they had already prepared everything.

He spread out a sheet of paper, picked up a pen, and dipped it in the blood of the fierce tiger mountain lord to write.

Disciples:

Mountains and rivers, imbued with spirit, inevitably nurture divine beauty; the earth deities, guarding the borders, ensure the peace and well-being of the people.

Yin Zichuan looked up at Zhou Yan:
"My lord, are you speaking louder or softer?"

Zhou Yan sensed the black wind sweeping past once again, realizing that the frequency with which the other party appeared in this area was increasing, and that they were gradually finding this place. He decisively said:
"As long as it doesn't affect the friend who gave me the jade thumb ring, I'll make it as big and as strong as I can!"

Yin Zichuan seemed to understand, and said, "I understand!"

He picked up his pen and wrote directly—【You, Lord of Misty Hidden Peak, who embodies the essence of Mount Taihua and possesses the virtue of Kunyuan】 He paused, feeling that Misty Hidden Peak was not worthy enough, so he simply put down his pen and wrote:

[It is a branch of the Zhongnan Mountains, possessing the legacy of the Kunlun Mountains.]

Its mountains are steep and precipitous, shrouded in mist and clouds year-round; its marshes are deep and secluded, with the sound of pine trees creating ripples for miles. The Northern Wei dynasty scholar Li Daoyuan, in his commentary on the Waterways Classic, described the mountains as extremely high and steep, with formidable barriers and deep, cold air.

Zhou Yan asked, "Did Li Daoyuan write it?"

Yin Zichuan said, "No?"

Zhou Yan said, "Then you write it?"

Yin Zichuan said confidently, "Does my lord think that the concept of luck can be understood through books?"

This gossipy writer may not be straightforward, but he's got a lot of bravado.

“I said he wrote it, so he wrote it. Even if Li Daoyuan crawled out, he still wrote it. You have to have that kind of spirit to fool people. My lord, are you ready? This thing is fake after all. I’ve been doing these things for so many years, and this is the only one I know.”

"What's real is real, and what's fake is fake."

"True and false creations will inevitably be devoured."

"We must resolve this matter before this edict is burned out."

Zhou Yan said, "Okay."

With a flourish of his pen, Yin Zichuan wrote down the title.

"【The Holy Protector of the Realm, Manifesting His Might, Lord of the Misty Peak】!"

This is a title that's very prestigious, but the actual position is just a small hill.

The conclusion they came up with was quite cunning.

They'll flaunt the benefits, but shirk all responsibility.

The two idea geniuses exchanged a glance.

Zhou Yan picked up the jade talisman and the jade thumb ring that represented the human royal family, dipped them in his own blood, and pressed them down sharply.

Imperial decree complete!
(End of this chapter)