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early morning.

Before Lin Xuan even left the Moon Palace Wonderland, the front hall of the Pangu Palace was already bustling with activity.

An urgent report has arrived from the western front.

The Chan Sect has made its move.

It wasn't a big deal, but it was disgusting.

Huang Tianhua was a third-generation disciple of the Chan Sect and the son of Huang Feihu.

To be precise, he was the hothead who was taken in as a disciple by Daode Zhenjun after Huang Feihu was abducted by the Chan Sect.

He led three hundred elite soldiers from Xiqi and, under the cover of the morning mist, sneaked to the outskirts of a sentry post on the western border of the Great Shang Dynasty.

The purpose was simple—to test the waters.

Let's see just how strong the defenses are on the Da Shang side.

To put it bluntly, they were risking their lives to explore the path.

But he was unlucky.

The outpost he sneaked over to was the very place where Lin Wu and Lin Jian were stationed.

Lin Wu was recently sent by Lin Xuan to the Western Territory for "internship".

Ostensibly it was a patrol, but in reality Lin Xuan just wanted him to have a few days of peace and quiet.

This kid was always looking for people to fight in the Pangu Palace. He challenged Lin Tian eight times, chased and poked Lin Long for three days, and even grabbed Lin Dasheng's monkey by the ear and slapped him.

If we don't let him out for a stroll soon, he'll tear down the Pangu Palace sooner or later.

Lin Jian is Yao Ji's son. The third eye on his forehead is usually closed, but once it is opened, every blade of grass and every tree within a hundred miles is within his sight.

His job is to act as radar.

At the crack of dawn, Lin Jian was squatting on the city wall of the outpost, eating a steamed bun.

His third eye suddenly trembled slightly.

Lin Jian put down the steamed bun, and the vertical eye on his forehead suddenly opened.

A silvery light swirled in his pupils.

He saw it a second later.

Three hundred people.

They crept in quietly from the valley to the west.

Leading the group was a young man dressed in silver armor, carrying a longsword that gleamed with a bluish light.

Moye Sword.

The acquired spiritual treasure.

The most valuable thing Huang Tianhua owned.

Lin Jian put away his Heavenly Eye and turned to look at Lin Wu, who was still fast asleep in the tent.

"Seventh Brother."

"Hmm..." Lin Wu turned over.

"Someone's coming. Three hundred of them."

"How many?"

"three hundred."

Lin Wu turned over again and pulled the blanket over his face.

"Three hundred isn't worth getting me out of bed. Call yourself."

Lin Jian shook his head.

"No. I told you to practice with them. You've been fighting too much with Sixth Brother and Eldest Brother lately, and you've lost your sense of control. I'm having you practice your control on a living person."

Upon hearing the words "training self-control," Lin Wu threw off the covers and sat up.

He hates the word "control" the most.

He felt that a battle should be fought with a single, decisive thrust; why bother with control, it's not like embroidery.

But what Dad said is what he said.

Lin Wu put on his shoes very quickly.

He pulled the God-Slaying Spear from under the bed.

This spear has been with him since birth, and it has now become a growing spiritual treasure at the Taiyi Golden Immortal level.

The gun was jet black, and its tip gleamed with a chilling light.

When Lin Wu went out, he had a steamed bun in his mouth, a gun in one hand, and was still fastening his belt with the other.

The Shang soldiers at the outpost had already nervously formed their battle formation.

But to be honest, with Lin Wu around, they were mostly just there to watch the show.

They had witnessed this little rascal's fighting prowess firsthand.

Last time, a lost Taiyi Golden Immortal-level demon beast wandered near the outpost, and Lin Wu stabbed it from the sky into the ground with a single spear thrust.

The monster's corpse is still buried in the ground and hasn't been pulled out yet.

Valley mouth.

Huang Tianhua, carrying the Moye sword in one hand, cautiously led three hundred soldiers forward.

His master, the Moral True Lord, had instructed him that this mission was merely a test, and that he should not linger in battle, but retreat immediately if he encountered any tough opponents.

But Huang Tianhua was somewhat unconvinced.

He was Huang Feihu's son, and from a young age he had heard how powerful the Shang Dynasty was and how terrifying the Wu tribe was.

However, he was also a third-generation disciple of the Chan Sect, and after cultivating for so many years, he had at least reached the early stage of the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm.

He didn't think he was that weak.

Then he saw someone.

A boy who looked to be fourteen or fifteen years old was dressed in a black outfit and carried a long, black spear.

The boy stood on the open ground in front of the sentry post, half a steamed bun in his mouth, glancing at him sideways.

That look in his eyes... Huang Tianhua will never forget it.

It wasn't murderous intent, nor was it hostility.

It means disdain.

Pure disdain.

It's like watching a grasshopper blocking your way.

"So you're from the Shang Dynasty?" Huang Tianhua gripped the Moye sword tightly and shouted.

Lin Wu finished chewing the steamed bun in his mouth, swallowed it, and patted the crumbs off his hands.

How many are there?

"What?"

"I'm asking you, how many of you are coming? Three hundred, right? Just to make it a round number, but it's not enough for my dad's training target of 'one hundred shots or less'. Fine, I'll spare you one shot since you're a new face."

Huang Tianhua was taken aback.

He didn't understand what those words meant.

Then he saw the boy move.

fast.

Huang Tianhua's pupils didn't have time to contract as he approached.

A black spear thrust forward from the front, precisely striking the blade of the Moye Sword.

"bite--"

A crisp sound.

Huang Tianhua felt a force like a landslide or tsunami coming from his right hand.

The Moye sword slipped from his hand.

It wasn't knocked down.

He was knocked away.

The acquired spiritual treasure, gleaming with a bluish light, somersaulted seventeen or eighteen times in mid-air before landing in the grass twenty feet away.

Huang Tianhua was thrown back by the residual force of the God-Slaying Spear, staggering back seven or eight steps before falling to the ground with a thud.

His thumb and forefinger split open, and blood was flowing down his fingers.

Before the three hundred Xiqi soldiers could react, another silver light shone on the city wall.

Lin Jian opened his third eye.

That silver light wasn't an attack, but it was more terrifying than any attack.

It was a scanning sensation that came from the depths of the soul.

Every Xiqi soldier swept by this light felt, without exception, the illusion of being stripped naked and standing in public.

The locations of all the spells, hidden weapons, and talismans were revealed.

"Retreat! Retreat now!"

Huang Tianhua is not a fool.

He couldn't catch a single shot, and he lost his sword. Continuing to fight would only lead to his death.

He didn't even bother to pick up the Moye Sword; he turned and ran.

Three hundred Xiqi soldiers turned tail and retreated.

Lin Wu stood still, shoved the God-Slaying Spear into the ground, and yawned.

"They run pretty fast."

Lin Jian jumped down from the city wall, holding a jade slip in his hand.

"Seventh Brother, I used my Heavenly Eye to scan their group and found that one of them had hidden a communication jade slip. I took it without thinking."

"Took it? How did you take it when someone else had it in their pocket?"

"Using the Heavenly Eye in conjunction with the miniature blade energy of the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Sword, I sliced ​​open his pocket from a distance. The jade slip fell to the ground when he ran, and I picked it up."

Lin Wu glanced at Lin Jian.

"Your move is even more underhanded than mine."

"My father taught me that."

"...Alright then."

Lin Wu couldn't be bothered with it anymore.

He bent down, picked up the Moye sword that had been knocked away, and weighed it in his hand.

"A acquired spiritual treasure? Its quality is so-so. I'll give it to my fourteenth brother later and let him sell it."

Lin Jian nodded and carefully put away the communication jade slip.

This thing is worth much more than the Moye Sword.

The communication jade slip contains the contact information and codes of the Chan Sect.

Take it back to Dad for analysis; the entire communication network of the Chan Sect will be exposed.

The soldiers of the merchant army on the outpost watched the whole thing and looked at each other in bewilderment.

From the moment Huang Tianhua appeared until he was driven away, less than ten breaths had passed.

One shot.

Just one shot.

Even a third-generation disciple of the Chan Sect at the early stage of the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm couldn't withstand a single spear thrust.

An old soldier leaned close to his comrade's ear and whispered something.

"If we send Seventh Young Master to the battlefield... those people from the Chan Sect wouldn't stand a chance."

"Shh—keep your voice down. If Seventh Young Master hears you, he'll make you his sparring partner."

The two shrank back and fell silent.