From a refugee to a martial artist

Chapter 383 Wang Er
He had also obtained some information from Zhao Ying'er, and Meng Yuan felt an increasing sense of urgency.

Now, the capital city is as impregnable as an ironclad fortress, attracting experts from all walks of life, and with the Western Buddhist Kingdom also getting involved, it is truly a den of dragons and tigers.

But that's how martial artists are; only by cutting through all obstacles with a sword can they see the ultimate glory.

Upon arriving at the city gate, they were stopped by soldiers from a distance. Before Lin Yan could speak, a young man stepped forward and bowed to Meng Yuan and the others.

"We've been waiting for a long time." The newcomer was Wang Er's cousin, Wang Buyi, who had once worked for Meng Yuan and was a clever man.

As Wang Buyi stepped forward, Meng Yuan felt more than a dozen gazes fall upon him, most of them filled with wariness.

“My elder sister said that Miss Ying relies on many people, but the only ones who can be called swords are Master Li and Brother Meng. Now that Master Li has gone to the Demon Kingdom and has not returned, Meng Yuan is just one step away. Once he learns that the Holy King of Light is in the capital, he will surely come here to sharpen his sword.” Wang Buyi immediately expressed his intention to welcome him, but did not mention Meng Yuan’s position in the Demon Suppression Division.

"How is Wang Er?" Lin Yan asked with a smile, showing no sign of nervousness, while also glancing around at the people around him.

“The Demon Suppression Bureau has been shut down, and my elder sister is unemployed at home,” Wang Buyi replied honestly.

Lin Yan, being a carefree person, immediately nodded and sighed, "Your sister is getting on in years. She should take advantage of this time to find a marriage partner."

Wang Buyi already knew Lin Yan's character, so he didn't bother to argue. He simply looked at Meng Yuan and said, "Brother Meng, please."

"Please." Meng Yuan said without any hesitation.

Wang Buyi led the way, and when they arrived at the city gate, he took out his token, and no one stopped him.

Upon entering the city, one sees no civilians walking around, only armored soldiers.

Mo Tingyu learned upon asking that the city had been under martial law for three days, and the people were not allowed to go out. They were given a daily ration of food, and many able-bodied men had been conscripted. Women were also assigned tasks such as weaving shoes and making nails at home.

"The south is in great turmoil, and in about ten days they will be at the gates of the city. Meanwhile, the northern barbarians are constantly harassing the border." Wang Buyi casually explained, "But these are nothing. A mere refugee, even if there are 100,000 or 200,000, will ultimately be no match for us. As for the northern frontier, there will always be a time when we can spare the resources."

This is true, but the fear is that a martial artist might rise up and become popular, which would inevitably lead to a different situation.

"Whose dogs are those people?" The group followed Wang Buyi, with hundreds of soldiers trailing behind them. The leader of the group was clearly a martial artist, and his cultivation level was definitely above the seventh rank.

“Sent by the King.” Wang Buyi smiled and said, “Everyone knows that Miss Ying has produced another expert, and this expert has already arrived in the capital, so everyone is waiting.”

Lin Yan immediately understood, "The reason they haven't made a move is that they want Miss Wang to ask our junior brother for his opinion. If it's not appropriate, then it's not too late to stop."

"Brother Meng, in order to stabilize the situation of the Third Miss and seek peace, must first strive to reach the third rank in martial arts. Since you have entered the tiger's den, you must have been prepared in advance."

Wang Buyi looked at Meng Yuan and continued, "The most talked-about things in the capital right now are nothing more than three things: how the Holy King of Light will assist the monarch, whether Li Weizhen will return to the north, and whether Brother Meng will still have the same determination to sacrifice his own flesh and blood to support Miss Ying after killing Dugu Sheng."

"And she's even using her own flesh and blood to nourish Miss Ying? She's already carrying my flesh and blood in her womb." Meng Yuan didn't explain, only smiling as he asked, "Wang Er sent you to wait for me, whose side is she on?"

“My elder sister won’t help anyone. She just wants the dark clouds in the sky to dissipate as soon as possible so that fewer people will die.” Wang Buyi looked up at the dark clouds lingering above the capital.

"Heh." Mo Tingyu sneered upon hearing this, "She doesn't help anyone. No wonder Wang Er reached the fourth rank early on, but hasn't made any progress yet. It turns out that her mindset is no longer in line with the spirit of a martial artist. I think this is how she will be for the rest of her life."

Wang Buyi offered no explanation and led the group home, with more and more people following behind them.

Among these people were not only armored soldiers, but also many monks. Some had grim faces, while others looked bewildered. However, the monks were very polite, bowing to Meng Yuan when he turned to look. "These bald guys are much more sensible than those two simpletons in your poetry club." On the way here, Lin Yan had been teasing Jie Kaiping and Dugu Kang, and their fellow disciples often advised him to cut his head and become a monk, saying that the sooner he could be liberated, the sooner he could become a Buddha. Therefore, Lin Yan looked down on Jie Kaiping and Dugu Kang.

Upon entering the Wang family mansion, Wang Buyi led Meng Yuan and the others to a garden.

The lake was brimming with water, and lotus leaves floated on it, their greener and wider than those at Laobiekeng. Willows drooped their soft branches along the shore, providing shade for fish, while cicadas chirped incessantly above.

In the middle of the lake stands a pavilion, where a woman in a light green dress is feeding the fish.

The woman was of medium height and good looks, with a rather heroic air. She appeared to be in her early thirties, but upon closer inspection, she seemed to be under thirty.

Among martial artists, those of lower rank rarely possess methods to prolong life. However, the nature of their creations also affects their temperament. Furthermore, Wang Er is unmarried. Although she possesses a peach-red charm, she lacks the allure of maturity and instead retains a youthful vitality.

At this moment, she was wearing a long dress, which was rare for her. She lost much of the imposing aura of the Lord of the Demon Suppression Division and gained more feminine charm, which broadened the horizons of Meng Yuan and Lin Yan.

"Lord Supervisor, how are you?" Lin Yan shouted by the lake, acting all warm and friendly as if he were seeing his old superior, his eyes even red.

Mo Tingyu frowned, thinking to herself, "You were calling Wang Er directly in front of Wang Buyi just now, but you've changed your address now? I thought you were a hothead who dared to offend anyone, but I didn't expect you to immediately become humble and subservient when you meet someone capable."

There was no path around the small pavilion in the middle of the lake, so everyone walked on the water and immediately reached the pavilion.

Upon approaching, Wang Er, with his hands behind his back, looked Lin Yan up and down with a smile and said, "I let you out, so why did you come back?"

"I'll miss you dearly!" Lin Yan exclaimed.

Wang Buyi glanced at Lin Yan, and Mo Tingyu also curled her lips. Ning Qufei, on the other hand, was a true gentleman, just as usual.

"I'll believe you for now." Wang Er smiled, then looked at Ning Qufei and Mo Tingyu and said, "The Lingxiao Sect has been producing more and more talented people in recent years. The two of you are like a perfect couple. If you have a happy occasion in the future, I will invite you to drink a cup of celebratory wine."

Mo Tingyu couldn't stand it when people said that she and Ning Qufei were a match made in heaven. She was overjoyed and thought that Wang Er was the kindest person in the world, so she quickly agreed.

Only then did Wang Er look at Meng Yuan and say, "Back in Songhe Prefecture, Meng Feiyuan already showed signs of transforming into a dragon. Now, he has traveled far beyond the borders, killed powerful enemies, and ascended to the heavens. He can be said to be on the verge of transforming into a dragon."

She smiled slightly, her hands still behind her back, and said, "Now there are countless experts in the capital. They all know that Miss Ying has a castrator under her command who has extraordinary talent and is already exploring the ultimate martial arts. He is even chasing after Li Weizhen."

"I dare not accept such praise," Meng Yuan immediately said modestly. "I am but a castrator by trade, and my expertise lies only in castration."

Meng Yuan gripped the hilt of his sword and said solemnly, "This trip is precisely for the sake of this world."

“You certainly have the bearing of a martial artist, but unfortunately, Ying Rushi got you first.” Wang Er looked doubtful as she sized up Meng Yuan and asked, “Since Ying Rushi dared to send you, and you certainly dared to come, then you are indeed far superior to us martial artists. If things don’t work out, then so be it. If things do work out, how will Ying Rushi treat you? Are you willing to be her castrator for the rest of your life?”

"What time is it? Why are you asking these questions?" Meng Yuan had a lot of questions he wanted to ask, but now he was at a loss and didn't know what to do.

"The Third Miss never mistreats anyone; my junior brother must have already received a huge reward from her!" Lin Yan saw things most clearly. "He's probably already got the benefits!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Er nodded slightly. She then carefully examined Meng Yuan, stroking her chin with one hand. "There are many beauties in the world. But there is someone who can give you ten times the benefits."

She looked at Meng Yuan with a smile, "But I don't know if you want it or not."

(End of this chapter)