Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 519 Guan Yu's Horseman? Finally, a fierce general has come to join us!

Inside the council hall of Ye City, Yuan Shao's main camp.

Yuan Shao sat upright in the main seat, wearing a brocade robe, his face gloomy, with his advisors standing on both sides, the atmosphere heavy.

Xu You's swollen left cheek was particularly glaring in the candlelight. He knelt on the ground, his voice muffled by pain:
"My lord, that sorcerer Fang Yu has not only insulted me, but also your family's reputation as four generations of high-ranking officials!"

Feng Ji frowned, gently waving his feather fan: "Ziyuan, please explain in detail."

Xu You struggled to lift his head, his swollen left eye barely able to open: "When I gave him my lord's name, that sorcerer actually said..."

Guo Tu impatiently urged, "What did you say?"

"He said," Xu You suddenly raised his voice, mimicking Fang Yu's tone, "Yuan Benchu? That's the one who's all talk and no action, all bark and no bite? Does his family's prestigious lineage even deserve to flaunt in front of me, the Porridge Immortal?"

"Snapped!"

Yuan Shao slammed his fist on the table, making the teacups rattle: "How dare he insult me ​​like this?!"

Xu You kowtowed repeatedly: "It is absolutely true! Your subordinate argued with reason that our lord is a man of great talent and strategy, with countless strategists and fierce generals under his command. But that sorcerer laughed three times and said..."

Yuan Shao's face turned ashen: "Continue!"

“He said,” Xu You swallowed hard, “that the strategists under our lord are fighting amongst themselves, and the generals are all plotting their own schemes; they’re nothing but a rabble! He even said, ‘Let Yuan Shao take a piss and look at himself in the mirror—does he even deserve to be an enemy of our Great Zhou Kingdom?’”

"Bastard!"

Yuan Shao flew into a rage, kicking over the table, scattering bamboo slips all over the floor.

The strategists in the hall fell silent, only Shen Pei's eyes flashed with a hint of doubt.

"My lord, please calm your anger." Ju Shou stepped forward. "This is a tactic to provoke that evil Taoist priest."

"Shut up!" Yuan Shao angrily pointed at Ju Shou. "Are you trying to exonerate that sorcerer too?!"

Upon seeing this, Xu You quickly took out a roll of silk from his bosom and presented it with both hands: "My lord! Although I have been humiliated, I have not forgotten my mission! This is the defense map of Luoyang!"

Yuan Shao snatched the silk and unfolded it to examine it closely.

The map clearly marks the locations of the city gate guards, the soup kitchen, and even Fang Yu's daily routes.

"Fine! Fine!" Yuan Shao laughed in fury. "This sorcerer is so arrogant, how can I, Yuan Shao, tolerate him?!" He turned around abruptly. "Yan Liang and Wen Chou, listen to my command!"

Two burly generals stepped forward: "Your subordinates are here!"

"Gather 300,000 elite troops and march to Luoyang tomorrow!" Yuan Shao gritted his teeth. "I want to personally chop off that wicked Taoist's head!"

A glint of triumphant satisfaction flashed in Xu You's eyes, but he feigned concern and said, "My lord, that sorcerer can summon wind and rain, and turn beans into soldiers; ordinary troops are probably no match for him."

"Hmph!" Yuan Shao sneered, "I was prepared!" He clapped his hands, and the guards carried in a large bronze box.

The moment the lid was opened, a chill filled the air, revealing twelve crystal-clear jade talismans neatly arranged inside.

"This is..." Guo Tu's eyes widened, "a jade talisman for warding off evil spirits?"

Yuan Shao said proudly, "These twelve jade talismans can break all spells. No matter what kind of magic or thunder magic they use, they will all be in vain!"

Xu You trembled with excitement: "My lord is wise! With this divine artifact, that evil Taoist is bound to be defeated!"

He lowered his head to hide the cold smile on his lips, thinking to himself, 'Fang Yu, you've insulted me, and I'll make you pay a hundredfold!'

In Luoyang, the capital of the Great Porridge Kingdom, the hall where you can eat your fill is filled with the aroma of porridge.

Fang Yu was sitting with his legs crossed, studying the newly pickled cucumbers, when Sun Qian hurriedly led a man in.

"Immortal Master!" Sun Qian's goatee twitched excitedly. "This valiant man just lifted a thousand-pound porridge vat with one hand at the porridge stall. I think..."

"Okay, okay," Fang Yu waved his hand to interrupt.

Recruiting talent was a task assigned to Sun Qian. If this were a Three Kingdoms game, Sun Qian would have recruitment orders running 24/7. But Fang Yu couldn't figure out the person in front of him.

Fang Yu put down the pickled cucumber and looked the burly man in front of him up and down.

This man was about thirty years old, eight feet tall, broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, looking like a moving small mountain.

What's most striking is his honest, dark face, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a few grains of rice still stuck to the corners of his mouth, clearly indicating that he had just been scooped out of the porridge pot.

"Why did you come to me?" Fang Yu asked with interest. The burly man's voice boomed, "I heard that you can eat your fill here, so I came!"

Fang Yu almost burst out laughing.

Goodness, this idiot doesn't even try to hide it; he just says he's here to freeload.

"I heard you can lift a thousand-pound porridge vat with one hand?"

He scratched his head, looking bewildered: "Huh? What's that? I used to carry two millstones stacked on top of each other at home."

Sun Qian added from the side, "Immortal Master, the porridge jar at the porridge stall just now was indeed a thousand catties heavy, yet this strong man lifted it above his head with one hand and spun it around three times."

"I just saw some rice grains stuck to the bottom of the jar, and it was such a waste," he said, rubbing his hands sheepishly. "I wanted to turn it over and tap it to remove them."

Fang Yu's lips twitched. What a thrifty and hardworking simpleton!

"Come on, let me test your strength." Fang Yu casually picked up a chopstick from the table. "Break it in half."

He took the chopsticks, looking troubled: "These are way too thin."

Before he could finish speaking, there was a "snap" sound, and the chopsticks broke in two in his hand.

"No, no!" Fang Yu waved his hand. "This is too easy." He took out a piece of refined iron from his sleeve. "Here, break this."

He took the iron block and smiled憨厚ly: "Master, I often play with this thing at home."

His arms were bulging with muscles and veins, and the piece of refined iron was kneaded and deformed in his hands like dough, finally breaking in two with a "crack".

Fang Yu's eyes lit up.

Goodness, that's even stronger than Bozei!

"What did you do before?"

"I used to carry grain for landlords back in my hometown," he answered honestly. "Then there was a famine, so I came out to find work."

Fang Yu was completely baffled; he had no idea who this person was.

Could it be that he had all the strength in his life, but was not famous in the Three Kingdoms period?
Suddenly, Fang Yu thought of someone!
"Is your surname Zhou?"

"Huh? How did the immortal master know my surname is Zhou?!"

Fang Yu immediately understood, "I not only know that your surname is Zhou, I also know that your name is Zhou Cang! Right?"

Zhou Cang and Sun Qian were both dumbfounded. After a long while, Zhou Cang knelt down and said, "Immortal Master is amazing! You are truly a living god!"

Fang Yu nodded in satisfaction.

Zhou Cang, huh?
He wouldn't trade even if it meant exchanging Yan Liang, Wen Chou, Pan Feng, Xu You, Guo Tu, and other such people.

This week, Cang is someone who has absolutely no idea about his own abilities.

There is a story that Guan Yu rode Red Hare, covering more than a thousand li a day, while Zhou Cang followed on foot, carrying the Green Dragon Crescent Blade, covering more than a thousand li.

Seeing Zhou Cang exhausted, Guan Yu bought him a horse capable of running nine hundred li (approximately 450 kilometers). However, Red Hare far outpaced Zhou Cang's nine-hundred-li horse. Fearing falling behind, Zhou Cang tied the horse to his Green Dragon Crescent Blade and trotted along, once again keeping pace with Guan Yu.
Zhou Cang looked like a fool who didn't know his own limitations. When Fang Yu saw him, he immediately thought of a scene from Romance of the Three Kingdoms.

One day, Zhou Cang recounted how he encountered a young general who stabbed him three times. He was furious and vowed to get revenge someday.

Guan Yu also mocked Zhou Cang for his lack of skill, saying that if he had followed him and learned properly, wouldn't the young general in white be able to defeat him?

Then, Zhou Cang saw the young general in white riding up on horseback and quickly shouted, "It's him!"

Guan Yu was dumbfounded!

"What? You survived three spear thrusts from Zhao Yun and are still alive and kicking?"

That was Zhao Yun at his peak!
Keep in mind that Han De's family of five only endured five gunshots!
Upon learning that it was Zhou Cang who had come to join them, Fang Yu'an was overjoyed. "Alright, eat your fill first. If there's going to be a battle later, I'll call you."

Zhou Cang scratched his head with a grin, "Thank you for taking me in, Immortal Master."

Just then, a soldier suddenly ran over.

"Report! Report! Scouts report! Yuan Shao is leading an army of 300,000 to personally attack Luoyang!"

(End of this chapter)