The First Sage of Military Strategists

Chapter 121 Seven Killings Stele Advancement

Han Qing nodded slightly: "In that case, I'm the one who's benefiting from you, sir."

First-class lightness skill is precious, but magic is even more precious.

Each sect's cultivators can only awaken one special ability at each stage of cultivation. To acquire other abilities, they must learn magic.

However, learning and casting spells is extremely difficult; the threshold is the "possession realm."

This Divine Light Mirror Technique can fix a person's thoughts and five senses, which greatly tempted Han Qing.

Imagine two masters locked in a life-or-death duel. Suddenly, time seems to slow down in the world as perceived by one of them. He might make a wrong judgment and be killed instantly.

“Then let’s exchange.” Cheng Xuanji didn’t hesitate. With a thought, a gust of yin wind arose, and he directly manipulated strands of magical thought to transmit all the information of this spell into Han Qing’s mind.

Han Qing did the same, using his mental power to transmit all the information about this graceful and ethereal lightness skill to Cheng Xuanji.

The two stopped sparring and went back to their rooms to study the new martial arts and spells they had acquired.

An hour later, Han Qing had memorized all the contents of this spell, and the spell was then entered into the panel.

"If I can learn this spell before Yang Wanxiu arrives, my chances of winning will increase even more."

"Unfortunately, there wasn't enough time."

Han Qing frowned. Learning magic was also very difficult, even more so than learning a first-grade martial art.

This Divine Mirror Technique consists of thirty-six divine talismans.

Each divine talisman requires a large amount of magical power to outline and condense.

If the understanding is not thorough enough, the condensed divine rune will collapse.

Once you can condense every single divine talisman, it will signify that you have mastered the basics of this spell, which naturally takes a lot of time.

"The Refining Spirit Technique and other spells can increase the proficiency of the Divine Light Mirror Technique, but I don't have any extra Refining Spirit Techniques. I'll rely on the Seven Killings Stele to quickly master it."

"This road is blocked too," Han Qing pondered.

However, he noticed that the Seven Killings Stele's rank on the panel had reached 97.3% of the second rank and was about to break through to the third rank.

"I wonder what special effects the advancement of the Seven Killings Stele will have. Perhaps it will allow me to quickly master this spell."

With this in mind, Han Qing decided to go out for a trip.

There are a few powerful forces entrenched in Yinshan, and some of these smaller forces do not have any experts in charge. With his current strength, he could easily eliminate them all by himself.

He wanted to kill a group of people and push the Seven Killings Stele to the third level.

So Han Qing called Lin Yueqiu over and entrusted him with all the important and trivial matters of the camp. Then, under the cover of night, he quietly left the camp.

"I will return to the camp within seven days, regardless of the outcome. If the intelligence is correct, Yang Wanxiu should not be here so soon."

Han Qing used his lightness skill to move swiftly through the mountains and forests while thinking about his plan of action.

"I'll start with you, Ruined Temple!"

Han Qing quickly selected his target. About 300 miles northwest of the Tiger Might Camp, there was a remnant of a divine stone temple. A force of over a thousand people was entrenched there, and its leader was suspected to be a cultivator of divine arts. It was a remnant force of the Great Wei Kingdom, and its leader was suspected to be a cultivator of divine arts from a military perspective. Naturally, Han Qing had his eye on it.

Before long, Han Qing arrived near the Temple of the Broken God. He saw a valley in front of him, with a small town in the middle. In the center of the town was a tall stone temple with broken stone statues inside. No one knew what era they came from.

Han Qing leaped into the air and silently infiltrated the town, heading towards the central temple, which should be the residence of Wei Wuque, the leader of this force.

This thief was also a cruel person, and given their differing stances, Han Qing felt no guilt in killing him.

Half an hour later.

A fire broke out in the town center, plunging the entire town into chaos.

A flash of light appeared, and the head of a burly man with a thick beard fell to the ground. This man was none other than Wei Wuque.

"The thirty-third one," Han Qing murmured. He didn't even use his Refining God ability; he simply used martial arts to kill this person and more than thirty guards beside him.

With his current strength, dealing with these ordinary martial artists with little fame would be as easy as killing chickens and sheep.

As Wei Wuque died, a soul light appeared next to the Seven Killings Stele, and its rank on the panel jumped up by one number, from 99 to 100.

"Time to advance!"

Han Qing's eyes lit up. Without lingering any longer, he used his lightness skill to leap into the air and quickly escape from the courtyard.

He traveled swiftly, and after leaving the valley, he found a secluded cave nearby. He murmured to himself, "Seven Killings Stele, advance!"

hum!
In an instant, his mind jolted, and the roar of a mountain of shouts and the sound of a tsunami appeared in his mind, as if tens of thousands of people were fighting. A powerful killing intent surged in his heart, and the scene of battlefield fighting and mountains of corpses and seas of blood kept appearing before his eyes.

Han Qing was unable to break free for a time and was trapped in this illusion.

Fortunately, this chaotic state did not last long.

About fifteen minutes later, the murderous intent gradually subsided, the illusion shattered, and the shouts disappeared.

Han Qing came to his senses and was completely back to normal. The Seven Killings Stele had been upgraded, and the data on the panel had changed from 100% for the second tier to 0% for the third tier.

Han Qing closed his eyes slightly, and the Seven Killings Stele appeared in his mind. Compared with the second level, its appearance had not changed much, except that a large number of complicated runes had been added to the surface, like tadpoles crawling, making it look more mysterious.

A large amount of information immediately surfaced in his mind, all about the effects of the third-tier Seven Killing Stele.

After Han Qing finished processing this information, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"The third-tier Seven Kill Stele is much more powerful than the second-tier one."

"At the first and third stages, absorbing soul light points allows you to select three martial arts techniques at once."

"In the second and third stages, different types of martial arts skills can also be converted into each other in terms of proficiency, but the conversion rate will be very low."

Previously, the skill proficiency of different Spirit Refining Techniques could be converted into each other, but now, martial arts can also increase the proficiency of Spirit Refiners.

"In this way, my strength will improve at a faster rate than before."

"There is also a chance to quickly learn the Divine Light Mirror Technique."

With this in mind, Han Qing didn't rush back to the camp. Since no one would bother him here, he simply began absorbing soul light points here.

The first soul light came from Wei Wuque. After being absorbed, Han Qing chose three martial arts techniques: a military-style spirit-refining method called the Three Elements Condensing Spirit Technique, which was at the Great Perfection level and corresponded to the Condensing Qi Realm; a five-realm training method called Thunderclap Technique; and a sword technique called Spring Return Flame Wave Blade.

If the Seven Killings Stele were still at the second tier, Han Qing could only quickly improve his proficiency with the Divine Light Mirror Technique by converting the Three Elements Concentrating Spirit Technique. But now, the third-tier Seven Killings Stele has broken through this limitation, and the Thunderclap Technique and the Spring Return Flame Wave Blade can also be converted, and the speed will be greatly accelerated.

A quarter of an hour later, Han Qing opened his eyes. All three martial arts techniques had been converted. His proficiency with the Divine Light Mirror Technique had increased to 3%, but he was still some distance from mastering it.

Han Qing continued his cultivation. Over the next two hours, he absorbed all the remaining thirty-two soul light points, and a total of 96 martial arts techniques were converted to enhance the Divine Light Mirror Technique.

Although these martial arts techniques are not of very high quality, they are abundant.

By dawn, the last martial arts technique had been successfully converted, and the Divine Light Mirror Technique had finally been mastered on the panel.

In an instant, a large amount of information flooded Han Qing's mind, and he was rapidly comprehending and digesting the many core principles of this spell.

The core principles of each rune came to mind, and a glimmer of understanding gradually appeared in Han Qing's eyes.

With a thought, strands of divine power surged from the temple, beginning to outline and construct these thirty-six divine talismans.

In an instant, thirty-six golden runes suddenly flew out of his body, converging and merging above his head to form a mirror.

"It's done!"

Han Qing whispered.

This mirror is like a part of his body. With a single thought, the mirror will turn in any direction, reflecting the image of anyone nearby and imprisoning his thoughts.

With a wave of his hand, Han Qing caused the mirror to vanish.

"It's done, but the casting speed is too slow." Han Qing frowned.

It took him no less than ten breaths to condense these thirty-six runes.

In a life-or-death struggle, ten breaths are enough to determine the winner.

"It's not enough! At this speed, it's not suitable for actual combat, let alone facing a powerful Martial Saint like Yang Wanxiu. I need to continue improving my proficiency in this spell," Han Qing pondered.

The higher one's proficiency in a spell, the faster one can cast it; this is an obvious principle.

With this in mind, Han Qing got up and left the hidden tree hole.

He decided to continue hunting down powerful individuals scattered throughout Yinshan, especially those who had refined their spirits.

He had already killed all the experts in this valley, and the remaining martial artists were of mediocre strength, so he didn't bother to fight them.

Killing them yields little benefit and only accumulates negative energy; the harm outweighs the benefit.

He used his lightness skill to leap into the air, soaring and tumbling through the mountains and forests, running at top speed towards the edge of the valley while thinking about his next target.

The Yinshan topographic map that Qian Hou gave him played a crucial role at this time, allowing him to have a clear understanding of the location and strength of the major forces in Yinshan.

"With my current strength, as long as I don't provoke the few large forces within Yinshan, other forces pose no threat to me."

"Next target: Blackrock Valley!"

According to the map, the leader of Blackrock Valley is a Taoist master of the Divine Refining School, and there are six other powerful figures in the valley, collectively known as the Seven Heroes of Blackrock.

The strongest of these seven was a Grandmaster of Martial Arts, while the weakest had only undergone four transformations. They were precisely the targets Han Qing wanted to hunt down.

An hour later, Han Qing arrived at Black Stone Valley.

He infiltrated the valley, using the Seven Killings Stele to absorb soul light points and gather information. He quickly figured out the details of the valley and located all seven Black Stone Heroes.

Half an hour later, Han Qing drifted away from the valley. Of the seven people, six had been secretly assassinated by him, and the whereabouts of the third person were unknown. He was too lazy to linger and immediately went to hunt down the next target.

The Yinshan Mountains are vast and the power dynamics are complex. Every day, forces are destroyed, so Han Qing is not worried that his actions will attract special attention.

And so, for the next few days, Han Qing was like a hunter wandering in the darkness, constantly hunting down powerful figures from various forces in the mountains.

On the sixth day, Han Qing finally stopped.

Inside the Seven Killings Stele, the number of soul light spots has exceeded two hundred.

Under the light of the Dharma, wisps of external evil energy emanated from his body.

However, after entering the Possession Realm, the influence of external evil energy on him further decreased, allowing him to kill more powerful enemies in a short period of time without worrying about going mad.

"With these two hundred soul light points, the Divine Light Mirror Technique will surely be perfected," Han Qingxin thought.

Besides the spiritual light, he gained other things from this trip.

With a thought, a cold wind suddenly arose, and a domain of malevolent energy formed, in which no less than a thousand Yin soldiers appeared, each one fierce and menacing, exuding a surging aura.

"Military strategists who cultivate their spirit can form an army on their own once they reach a certain level. When they reach the Body Reincarnation Realm, they can finally see a rudimentary form of it."

Han Qing, positioned in the center and surrounded by a group of ghostly soldiers, felt his confidence surge.

After reaching the Possession Realm, the number of Yin Soldiers he could control exceeded one thousand.

In the past, Han Qing rarely used the ability to summon ghost soldiers when facing truly powerful enemies, simply because the number of ghost soldiers was too small and their combat power too weak, and apart from consuming his magical power, they had no effect whatsoever.

However, starting from the realm of possession, this situation will be gradually reversed.

When these thousand Yin soldiers joined forces, and combined with the other abilities of the military strategist, they could unleash extremely powerful combat strength, which no one dared to underestimate.

"Let's go back to camp first and practice the Divine Light Mirror Technique to perfection. If that old scoundrel Yang Wanxiu dares to come, I will definitely give him a big surprise."

With a wave of his hand, Han Qing dissipated the evil domain, and the Yin soldiers returned to the spirit temple.

He leaped into the air and raced at top speed toward the Tiger Might Camp.

Before setting off, he told Lin Yueqiu that he would be back within seven days. Now it was the seventh day, and he felt it was time to go back.

If this drags on any longer, and Yang Wanxiu manages to storm Tiger Might Camp, the camp will suffer heavy losses without him as its leader.

Moreover, he launched a frenzied attack over the past six days, covering all the medium-sized forces around Tiger Might Camp. He had killed everyone he could and needed to kill. If he wanted to kill more, he would have to go further away, which was simply not feasible given the time constraints.

...

Three days later.

Although Taiyang County is a county seat, it has a population of hundreds of thousands, making it one of the largest cities in Yongzhou.

In the north of the city, there is a beautiful and spacious mountain villa called Ronghu Mountain Villa.

In the center of the resort lies a smooth, mirror-like, azure lake, which is Rong Lake.

At this moment, a carved ship, several tens of feet long and over ten feet high, is quietly moored on the lake.

A grand banquet is being held on the ship, with beautiful maids walking on it, carrying all kinds of delicacies.

"Old Yang has arrived!"

With a clear shout, a tall, blind man stepped into a cabin on the top deck of the ship.

Upon seeing the old man, all the martial artists immediately stood up from their chairs, their faces filled with respect.

They were experts from the Luo and Han families in the area near the north of Yongzhou. Some were retainers of the two families, holding high positions or possessing superb martial arts skills, while others were family members.

Even the direct disciples treated Yang Wanxiu with utmost respect.

Firstly, Yang Wanxiu is a Martial Saint with unparalleled strength. If you anger him, he would dare to kill even a prince or grandson of the emperor with a single palm strike. At worst, he could flee to the ends of the earth, and the imperial court would be powerless against him.

Secondly, Yang Wanxiu had followed Han Yi for many years and was extremely loyal to him, so their master-servant relationship was close.

Provoking Yang Wanxiu is equivalent to provoking Han Yi, which establishes his extraordinary status in the Han and Luo families.

At this moment, amidst the awe-inspiring gazes of the crowd, he calmly and slowly took his seat at the head of the table.

"Gentlemen, I have come all the way from the capital to this place because I have important business to attend to."

The first thing is that Xiang Ying, the leader of the Chu rebels, has already infiltrated the northern lands with a group of experts. He is determined to go deep into the icy plains to prevent the emperor from obtaining the Demon Emperor's relics.

"Some time ago, the patriarch ordered you to send people to search for this person's whereabouts. Have you made any progress?" Yang Wanxiu's deep voice echoed in the room.

"Elder Yang, this man briefly appeared at Wanchun Tower in Taiyang City. Following the patriarch's instructions, I prepared generous gifts to persuade him to surrender to the patriarch. Unexpectedly, this man is arrogant and conceited. Not only did he kill the messenger I sent to meet him, but he also wrote a letter cursing the patriarch and vowed to take his head within two years. He is truly guilty of heinous crimes." A young man with a bulbous nose stood up and couldn't help but curse.

“Indeed, I have heard that this thief is domineering and ambitious, and does not respect anyone in the world. Such a person cannot be recruited at all; the only option is to kill him!” said an old man in a blue robe beside him.

Yang Wanxiu lowered his head, tapping his fingers lightly on the armrest of his chair, listening quietly to the conversations of the people in the room. Many of those present had encountered Xiang Ying before, and without exception, they had all been severely humiliated by him, losing many of their men in the process.

Ultimately, Xiang Ying's attempt to persuade them to surrender failed, and they lost track of him.

Yang Wanxiu didn't really expect these people to be able to take down Xiang Ying.

He learned from Han Yi that Xiang Ying was born with supreme bones, the best type of bone structure, and possessed the strength to move mountains. He also had double pupils, an extraordinary appearance, and exceptional martial arts talent, making him a martial arts prodigy that was only seen once every few thousand years.

His personality was indeed extremely domineering and arrogant, but his strength was also indeed formidable. Otherwise, the court would not have considered the rebel army he led as one of the biggest threats, and Han Yi would not have repeatedly tried to make solemn promises to win him over to his own side.

After about fifteen minutes, the room quieted down, and the group of people finally finished saying what they wanted to say.

Yang Wanxiu said unhurriedly, "Xiang Ying calls himself the Overlord. He is only thirty years old but is already a Martial Saint. His cultivation level is also extremely high. It is normal that such a person is difficult to recruit. I suppose the patriarch did not expect you to be able to accomplish this task."

As he spoke, he paused, his gaze sweeping across the room until it landed on an empty seat to the side.

Although he was blind, he was also a practitioner of the Dao of Divine Cultivation. However, due to his limited talent, he could not break through to the Condensation Realm. Nevertheless, he could still use his spiritual power to perceive his surroundings and replace his eyes with his spiritual power.

Where is Luohan Hill?

Luo Hanqiu was the most powerful and highest-ranking member of the Luo family in the northern region, yet he had not appeared. A hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.

Logically speaking, Luohanqiu was the host of this banquet and should have been present no matter what, unless something went wrong.

Everyone looked at each other, bewildered and unsure of what was going on.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside.

"Sir, urgent report!"

A black-clad warrior rushed into the room and went straight to Yang Wanxiu, presenting him with a secret letter with both hands.

Yang Wanxiu took the secret letter, opened it, and scanned it with his magic. The contents of the letter were already clearly presented in his mind.

He gave a strange, dry laugh: "So that's what happened, it turns out Luo Hanqiu was killed."

Upon hearing this, everyone in the hall looked shocked.

"Lord Luo is a master of the Body Reincarnation Realm, and he has a group of expert guards by his side. How could he have been killed?"

"Indeed, could it be Xiang Ying who made the move? But Lord Luo has no grudge against him, so how did he provoke this killer?"

"Could it be Yan Qiuling, the daughter of the Demon King of the North?"

Everyone was speculating.

Yang Wanxiu said coldly, "Stop guessing, the killer is Han Qing!"

"Hmm? How could this boy possibly kill Lord Luo? He must have someone helping him behind the scenes."

"Indeed, there might be a Spirit Refining cultivator in the Body Reincarnation Realm beside him?"

"This person seems to harbor resentment towards my Luo family and is sincerely seeking revenge. Therefore, we must not let him live."

The crowd spoke amongst themselves, their words laced with barely concealed murderous intent.

Yang Wanxiu said in a deep voice, "This boy is incredibly audacious and exceptionally talented. The second thing the patriarch sent me to do was to bring him back to the capital. Now that Luo Hanqiu has also died at his hands, this matter cannot be delayed any longer. I will set off for the Tiger Might Camp now to prevent this person from making any further moves."

As Yang Wanxiu spoke, he got up and walked outside.

Someone nearby said, "Sir, we will go with you."

"Indeed, this boy was able to kill Lord Luo, so he must have had a powerful ally by his side."

Yang Wanxiu waved his hand, seemingly not taking it to heart at all.

"I am used to doing things alone. Besides, you are too weak to keep up with my speed."

The crowd exchanged glances and said nothing more. Indeed, the Martial Saint's speed was too fast; ordinary martial artists couldn't even see him clearly, let alone keep up with him. Going there would only be a hindrance.

Yang Wanxiu walked to the door, then paused, and said in a deep voice, "Capturing a junior is a piece of cake for me. You all wait here. After I deal with Han Qing, I'll go deal with Xiang Ying!"

After saying that, he leaped off the ship and landed in the lake. He did not sink; instead, he lightly touched the ground with his toes, his body as light as a swallow, and he floated across the lake in an instant, landing gracefully without pausing. His figure was like a ghost, disappearing into the distance in a flash.

Inside the ship, many people could not clearly track Yang Wanxiu's movements, only sensing a dark shadow flash by. They couldn't help but marvel at how incredibly powerful the Martial Saint truly was.

...

Tiger Might Camp.

Han Qing has been back at camp for two days, and Yang Wanxiu has not come. With many experts stationed at the camp, nothing of great importance has happened.

Upon his return, Han Qing immediately went into seclusion. He planned to digest this batch of spoils, perfect the Divine Light Mirror Technique, and maximize its practical combat effectiveness.

The Martial Saint is very fast, so the key is to restrict his movements, and this spell is one such countermeasure.

As each soul point was absorbed, Han Qing inherited a large number of martial arts skills, and then transferred the proficiency of these skills to the Divine Light Mirror Technique.

Driven by the Seven Killings Stele, the proficiency of this spell increased rapidly. It took four hours to master it, half a day to achieve minor success, and another day to achieve major success.

By noon today, its proficiency level on the panel has reached 97%, and it will soon be perfect.

Around the Seven Killings Stele, there are still about sixty soul light spots remaining.

"Now, the casting speed of this spell is greatly increased!"

With a thought, Han Qing produced divine talismans that flew out of his body in about three breaths. These talismans quickly converged above his head to form a precious mirror, which emitted bright light that illuminated the room.

The next instant, the magic mirror vanished, and Han Qing nodded slightly.

"Three breaths, much faster than when I first started casting spells, but still slow!"

Han Qing was not entirely satisfied. Only when the casting time could be compressed to within a breath would this spell truly satisfy him.

"continue!"

"There are still more than sixty soul points left. Perhaps we can push this spell to its limit in one go!"

Han Qing pondered for a moment, then continued cultivating, absorbing another soul light point, which he then inherited and transformed.

97%, 98%, 99%, 100%... Half an hour later, the proficiency of this spell reached the pinnacle.

Han Qing opened his eyes, slowly exhaled a breath of pure energy, and then continued to repeat the above process: absorption and transformation.

One by one, the soul light points dissipated. On the panel, the proficiency of this spell no longer increased, and the realm no longer changed. However, a lot of information kept appearing in Han Qing's mind. A cold voice kept explaining and deducing this spell to him, making its power even higher.

Han Qing was so engrossed in his work that he entered a state of absolute focus, forgetting the passage of time.

"The last spark of soul light."

As dusk fell, the last soul light point was absorbed, and the proficiency of the three martial arts was quickly absorbed by the Divine Light Mirror Technique. The deduction continued until the proficiency reached zero.

On the panel, the level of the Divine Light Mirror Technique changed from Perfection to Breakthrough.

Han Qing opened his eyes, a sudden realization dawning on him.

This Divine Light Mirror Technique has undergone tremendous changes. Although the name remains the same, its power has become even greater after being deduced by the Seven Killings Stele, and it has also become more compatible with Han Qing himself.
"If the previous Divine Light Mirror Technique was suitable for cultivators of various schools of spiritual cultivation to learn and use, then this one is only suitable for cultivators of spiritual cultivation from the military school, and its power has been greatly enhanced."

Han Qing pondered for a moment, then began experimenting in the room.

With a thought, wisps of malevolent energy shot out of his body, quickly condensing into a malevolent domain around him, enveloping the entire room.

Then, thirty-six divine talismans shot out from his body and suddenly converged into a precious mirror above his head.

But this mirror was different from the previous one; it emitted a crimson glow.

Furthermore, this treasure mirror seemed to have a synergistic effect with the evil domain. Under its light, the entire evil domain was in turmoil, with wisps of evil energy surging violently.

That wasn't all. Within the Fiend Domain, several Yin Soldiers suddenly vanished, transforming into streams of black energy that flowed into the Treasure Mirror, causing it to shine brightly and become even more solid.

"This spell should not be called the Divine Light Mirror Technique, but the Divine Fiend Mirror Technique. It is a spell that only military strategists and those who cultivate their spirit can learn and use."

"The Seven Killings Stele has provided me with tremendous assistance."

Han Qing sighed, this deduction was like a spell tailor-made for him.

"The Divine Mirror Technique can imprison and freeze other people's thoughts and five senses, and it can also burn their magical thoughts. It's just unknown how strong its destructive power is."

"If Yang Wanxiu dares to come, I will let him taste the power of this spell!"

With a wave of his hand, Han Qing dissipated the evil domain, and the treasure mirror also vanished without a trace.

After a series of arduous training sessions, he was somewhat exhausted and got into bed, deciding to take a good rest.

He closed his eyes, but he didn't fall asleep completely. He was in a semi-conscious state to prevent anyone from assassinating him while he was asleep.

Although the likelihood of this happening is slim, caution has become a long-standing habit of his.

That night.

It was pitch black and there was no moon.

The Tiger Might Camp was heavily guarded, with soldiers patrolling back and forth. In particular, the central courtyard where Han Qing and his group lived was surrounded by a large number of soldiers, and anyone who entered had to undergo a thorough check.

On the roof of a stone house directly opposite the courtyard gate, Yang Wanxiu, dressed in the uniform of an ordinary soldier of the Tiger Might Battalion, stared ahead with empty eyes. Beside him lay another soldier, whose neck had been twisted and who was no longer breathing.

"Tsk tsk, what a fine Han Qing! This Tiger Might Battalion is truly heavily guarded, and the soldiers are all vigorous and full of energy. At such a young age, you have done such an excellent job in commanding and training troops. I can no longer let you live!"

He leaped into the air, jumped off the roof, landed gracefully, and walked slowly toward the courtyard in front.

“A few rabble can’t stop me. I’ll finish this battle in a quarter of an hour, no, half a quarter of an hour,” Yang Wanxiu murmured.

He was extremely confident in his abilities, and he believed that as long as Han Qing appeared in his sight, he could capture him immediately.

"Stop! Command!"

When he was a hundred paces from the courtyard gate, the soldier on duty at the gate shouted and questioned him.

Yang Wanxiu ignored him completely, keeping his head down as he walked towards the courtyard.

"Huh? Stop right there! If you take another step, we won't be polite!"

As the soldier spoke, he took a longbow from his back, drew the bow, and aimed the arrow at Yang Wanxiu.

Yang Wanxiu suddenly looked up, and with a sudden burst of strength from his feet, his entire figure vanished from the spot.

The soldiers standing guard at the gate couldn't see him at all. They only felt a gust of wind blow by, and then their vision blurred before his body exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

Immediately afterwards, the courtyard gate was blasted open with a single palm strike. The ironwood door panel was as fragile as paper in his hands, and was directly shattered by a brute force.

"Come here, there's an assassin!"

He made no attempt to conceal his presence, so his brazen entry into the courtyard immediately alerted a large number of soldiers nearby, and many people began to shout.

Yang Wanxiu had an extremely keen sense of hearing. In just a split second, he was able to discern how many people were nearby and their strength.

"Hmm? So many martial arts grandmasters, it seems I underestimated this person. However, it doesn't matter how many martial arts grandmasters there are, no one can keep up with my speed!"

As Yang Wanxiu spoke, he took out a palm-sized, pure white light bead from his bosom.

The next instant, the pearl emitted a soft white light, which quickly enveloped the entire courtyard, casting a hazy moonlight over everything and everyone in the courtyard, like a barrier that isolated it from the outside world.

This precious pearl is called the Yuanling Pearl, and it is also a magical artifact. Its effect is to seal off a certain area.

At this moment, from the outside, the courtyard has vanished, and only a hazy white light can be seen floating around.

The people inside the courtyard were also enveloped in white light. Stepping into it would put them in a state of being trapped in a maze, and unless they were cultivators with a certain level of spiritual power, it would be difficult for them to get out.

Wow!
Hundreds of soldiers on duty surrounded the courtyard, and Han Qing's confidants were also alerted and rushed towards Yang Wanxiu.

The first to join the battle were the Seven Swordsmen of the Three Kingdoms and the Eighteen Giant Axe Warriors.

Upon seeing this, Yang Wanxiu stretched his limbs slightly, causing a series of crackling sounds to emanate from his body.

"It's been a long time since I've made a move. Tonight, I'm going to unleash a bloodbath!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Wanxiu made his move. He completely ignored the hundreds of soldiers and went straight for the Seven Swordsmen of the Horizontal and Vertical Swordsmen.

The seven were terrified. Before they could even form a battle formation, Yang Wanxiu had already pounced on them, his fists and palms flashing like shadows as he struck forward one after another.

Bang bang bang!
With a series of muffled thuds, the seven men were completely powerless to fight back and were blown apart in mid-air.

Soldiers surrounded him from behind. Suddenly, Yang Wanxiu pushed forward with both palms, and a terrifying wave of energy burst out from his palms, turning into a fierce gust of wind. Many soldiers could not hold on and were blown away.

All of this is a long story, but it can be told in no more than three breaths.

By the time Han Qing and the others heard the commotion and arrived in the courtyard, the Seven Swordsmen of the Horizontal and Vertical Swordsmen were already dead.

Han Qing smelled the blood in the air and saw the shattered corpses of the Seven Swordsmen of the Horizontal and Vertical Swordsmen on the ground, and a murderous intent stirred in his heart.

No matter what, the Seven Swordsmen were his confidants. How could he ignore their deaths at the hands of this old villain?

His gaze swept across the area and he saw that it was enveloped in a soft white light. Finally, he locked his gaze on the white pearl in Yang Wanxiu's hand.

"As expected, the Martial Saint has awakened the true meaning of martial arts and can use that meaning to activate magical treasures. This person is indeed Yang Wanxiu."

The Martial Saint cannot refine magical artifacts, but he can use them; he has read similar statements in many books.

At this moment, Yang Wanxiu suddenly turned his head, his empty eyes fixed on Han Qing.

"You're Han Qing?"

"Yang Wanxiu, this is the Yinshan Tiger Might Camp. Are you trying to rebel by forcibly entering the camp?" Han Qing shouted loudly.

Yang Wanxiu chuckled dryly: "I have no idea who Yang Wanxiu is. I am here on the orders of the Demon Emperor to capture you and take you back to the North. You have many experts by your side, but in my eyes, they are nothing. I advise you not to resist, so you will suffer less pain later."

Although he said that, a strange look still flashed in his eyes.

Han Qing actually called out his name directly, which means that the other party had prior intelligence and knew that he would come to the Tiger Might Camp to assassinate him, but he did not leave. What does this mean? He has something to rely on.

Yang Wanxiu felt a sudden unease. He disliked surprises and things being out of his control.

"A swift and decisive battle is necessary; delay could lead to unforeseen complications!"

A thought flashed through Yang Wanxiu's mind, and he pounced on Han Qing.

(End of this chapter)