Primordial Era: Jade Cauldron Forgot to Take on Disciples

Chapter 14 Su Quanxiao

The next morning, the grain convoy continued its journey.

Fortunately, the journey was uneventful, and the barbarians who were expected to rob the grain did not appear.

It wasn't until noon that the group finally saw the magnificent city at the end of the road—Zhenbei City.

A variety of flags stood in the air, and soldiers with all sorts of equipment came and went.

Their clothing was a colorful mix, a real rarity.

It can only be said that this is indeed a makeshift team of the seventy-two lords of the North.

"Junior Brother Yang, I will first take Su Hou's daughter to report to Su Hou. I will have someone take you to the military camp to see if there are any suitable weapons. Once the supplies arrive, Su Hou's army will be able to set off soon. Just wait to make your mark."

Yang Jian readily agreed.

Zheng Lun then assigned a soldier to lead Yang Jian to the military camp.

Upon arriving at the military camp, he discovered that the shelves were filled with ordinary weapons such as bronze swords, shields, halberds, and spears, which were far too light for Yang Jian's current strength of 100,000 jin.

Then they went to ask if there were any heavier ones.

"The heaviest weapon here weighs two hundred pounds, and you complain it's too light?"

Yang Jian nodded, thought for a moment, and said, "Find one that weighs around two thousand catties."

The officer in charge of the military camp subconsciously thought that Yang Jian had come to make fun of him, but then he remembered that this kid was introduced by Zheng Lun, the grain supervisor.

Zheng Lun has achieved success in his cultivation; this kid might be some extraordinary person from somewhere.

Since these were all weapons intended for ordinary soldiers, Zheng Lun's intentions became quite clear.

"The weapon you want can only be found with the young marquis. Zheng Lun and the young marquis have never gotten along. Sending you here must be because you want me to do you a favor and take you to the young marquis."

The official pondered for a moment: "Alright, we're all working for the Marquis's family, there's no need to distinguish between close and distant relatives. Come with me."

Yang Jian asked in confusion, "May I ask who the young marquis is?"

"Naturally, it's Su Quanxiao, the son of the Marquis of Jizhou. Didn't Zheng Lun, that big mouth, tell you?"

He probably wanted to say something, but I ruthlessly interrupted him.

Yang Jian thought to himself, but outwardly he simply shook his head.

The guard looked at Yang Jian with surprise.

Despite his doubts, he still took Yang Jian to find the young marquis.

Upon arriving at a training ground, a man of similar age to Yang Jian stood in the center, shirtless and holding a wooden sword.

Dozens of soldiers surrounded him, waiting for an opportunity to attack.

Through the guard's introduction, Yang Jian learned that the man in the middle was none other than the young marquis, Su Quanxiao.

Suddenly, dozens of soldiers rushed forward and tried to subdue the man in the middle.

Their idea was wonderful; if they could truly act in unison, they might actually be able to take down the young marquis in the central government.

But the truth is that Su Quanxiao took advantage of the gaps in everyone's attack to defeat them one by one, whipping them with his wooden sword until they rolled on the ground in pain.

His swordsmanship can be described as exquisite.

Yang Jian nodded to himself.

"How about it? Our young master is strong, isn't he? At such a young age, he has already reached the Qi Refining and Spirit Transformation realm and is about to step into the Spirit Refining and Void Transformation realm. He is on par with that old rascal Zheng Lun. He is one of the top experts among the younger generation in the Great Shang Dynasty."

The official boasted to Yang Jian.

"Uncle Meng, don't flatter me. My swordsmanship is nothing special. The genius disciples in the immortal sects are the real talents, with profound magical abilities."

Su Quanxiao threw down his wooden sword and walked over. The soldiers beside him quickly put down towels for him to wipe his sweat.

He noticed the unfamiliar face of Yang Jian and asked curiously, "This gentleman looks a bit unfamiliar."

The guard clasped his hands and said, "Young Marquis, this is a talented and extraordinary person introduced by Zheng Lun. His name is Yang Jian, and he is Zheng Lun's junior brother. He needs to choose a suitable weapon."

"Oh? Zheng Lun introduced him. Doesn't he always boast that he's a disciple of the famous Master Du'e Zhenren and look down on unorthodox cultivators like me? How come he'd ever need my help?"

Su Quanxiao was about to take the towel handed to him by a soldier to wipe his body when he heard this and smiled, his eyes flashing as he looked at Yang Jian.

Yang Jian immediately felt that his cultivation level had been seen through.

Su Quanxiao picked up the wooden sword, raised his chin, and said to Yang Jian, "Since your cultivation level is similar to mine, come and test your skills! Our family's divine weapons are not given to trash who get in through connections."

"This~"

Yang Jian hesitated as he looked at the official who had brought him there.

"Just go when the young marquis tells you to. It's not shameful to lose to the genius young marquis. Even if your master, Master Du'e, knew, he wouldn't blame you."

The official urged him on.

Yang Jian thought to himself that he was worried about accidentally hitting the young marquis too hard and killing him.

Moreover, his master was not the True Man of Salvation. After thinking about it again, he realized that Shen Gongbao's name might become infamous in the future, so he gave up the idea of ​​arguing.

"Hey, Mr. Black, please rest here for a bit."

Yang Jian put down the black cat he was holding, stepped forward, clasped his hands in a salute, and said, "Then I must offend you."

"Use whatever spells you have on hand. If I can't have my fill, don't even think about getting any weapons from me."

After Su Quanxiao finished speaking, he attacked with his sword at great speed, thinking that he should first use three-tenths of his strength to test the waters, lest Zheng Lun's junior brother be too weak and easily defeated.

They were all serving his father, Su Hu, so it wouldn't be good if he lost too badly.

Yang Jian neither dodged nor evaded, and didn't even bother to use his Demon Eye between his eyebrows, intending to withstand the attack head-on and finish the battle quickly.

He came here to fight enemies and cultivate, not to play house with children.

This pointless struggle meant nothing to him.

Seeing that Yang Jian neither dodged nor evaded, as if he were dumbfounded, Su Quanxiao assumed that Yang Jian was too fast to react.

The wooden sword, which was originally aimed at his throat, shifted and pointed at his left shoulder instead.

The wooden sword is imbued with magical power, making it as hard as metal.

He pierced Yang Jian's left shoulder directly.

Despite the pain, Yang Jian gripped the wooden sword with his left hand, lowered his torso, gathered strength in his right arm, and threw a straight punch.

Su Quanxiao instantly realized Yang Jian's plan and hurriedly abandoned his sword and retreated.

The punch, delivered with the force of 100,000 jin, sent Su Quanxiao sprawling to the ground, where he rolled twice.

Covered in mud, he looked utterly disheveled.

He hurriedly got up, his eyes still filled with fear, and despite being covered in mud and grime, he clapped his hands in praise: "What courage! What strength!"

Yang Jian: "Shall we continue fighting?"

"I'm not playing anymore, it's pointless."

Su Quanxiao shook his head. Even though he still had many sword techniques and spells he hadn't used, Yang Jian's strength had already earned his approval, and besides, his goal wasn't to win.

He then said to the soldiers beside him, "Quickly call a physician to stop the bleeding and treat this disciple of the immortal."

Yang Jian waved his hand to stop him; this minor injury would be easily healed by his Eight-Nine Arcane Arts.

At this moment, the guard who brought him was still immersed in Yang Jian's punch. He suddenly remembered that Yang Jian was not bragging when he said that the weapon was not heavy enough.

Rather, it's because they genuinely possess that kind of strength.

Although the two did not continue fighting at this point, the outcome was already quite clear.

Su Quanxiao's magic is all related to swords. Now that he's lost his sword, what's the point of fighting him?

"I don't know how long you've been cultivating. The young marquis has only been cultivating for a few decades, which is nothing compared to the Taoists who go into seclusion for decades or even centuries."

The official continued to ask questions, showing considerable enthusiasm and a desire to see Su Quanxiao surpass Yang Jian in terms of cultivation time.

(End of this chapter)