Longevity Martial Arts: Obtain Golden Affixes at the Start

Mo Wentian pointed his spear diagonally at Fan Qingya: "You keep accusing me of treason, do you dare to step forward and fight me?"

The shout carried far and wide, and the soldiers of both armies heard it clearly.

Fan Qingya hesitated.

Although he was only at the minor completion stage of the Qi Gathering Realm, he was still a step above Mo Wentian at the entry level of the Qi Gathering Realm, so his chances of winning in a direct confrontation were not small.

But now that Mo Wentian is colluding with the Black Wind Sect, who knows what trump cards he's hiding?

"What?" Mo Wentian mocked him when he saw his hesitation. "Afraid to fight? You cowardly scoundrel, only daring to send your subordinates to their deaths!"

Mo Wentian's men shouted in unison, "Old dog Fan is scared! Old dog Fan is scared!"

Fan Qingya's face was ashen, and all 1,500 of his men were staring at him.

If someone with a lower cultivation level insults you in front of the enemy, and you don't even have the courage to fight back, how will you lead troops in the future?

"Don't be so arrogant, you thief!"

Fan Qingya shouted and spurred his horse forward. With a tremor of his longsword, the pressure of a Qi Gathering Realm cultivator at the Lesser Completion stage crashed down like a mountain.

The two armies immediately began to shout and the war drums thundered.

"Give me your life!"

Mo Wentian, not to be outdone, let out a low shout and charged forward with his spear.

clang!

Swords and spears clashed, sparks flew.

Mo Wentian's cultivation was ultimately inferior to Fan Qingya's; his arm was numb from the shock, and he swayed on the horse.

Fan Qingya pressed his advantage relentlessly, his longsword slashing down like a storm, each strike faster than the last.

Mo Wentian parried the attacks repeatedly, but was forced to retreat, his warhorse neighing and backing away.

The soldiers of both armies could see clearly that Mo Wentian's side gradually fell silent, while the 1,500 men under Fan Qingya's command erupted in earth-shaking cheers.

Mo Wentian's face flushed red, and his spear was knocked away by Fan Qingya's knife, leaving him wide open.

A cold glint flashed in Fan Qingya's eyes, and his long sword, wrapped in a strong wind, slashed down.

At that moment, a fierce glint flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes.

He suddenly drew his longsword from his waist and swung it to meet Fan Qingya's blade.

bass!

With a crisp sound, Fan Qingya felt a lightness in his hand as the longsword that had accompanied him in battle for many years was severed at the hilt!

"A precious weapon!" Fan Qingya exclaimed in surprise.

Hong Lang's eyes widened. Qiao Yuan had told him before that there were some very special weapons and armor in this world that could grant the user extremely powerful strength. These were called treasure weapons and armor, and they were divided into five grades: lower, middle, upper, extreme, and supreme.

But such treasures are extremely rare. Where did Mo Wentian get them? Did the Black Wind Sect give them to him?

Mo Wentian sneered, the longsword in his hand gleaming coldly: "Today, I will take your head!"

Fan Qingya immediately drew his sword to meet the attack, but it was just an ordinary weapon and how could it withstand the sharpness of a precious weapon?

In just two moves, his sword was broken again.

The third move, Mo Wentian swept his sword horizontally, striking Fan Qingya squarely in the chest.

Ah!

Fan Qingya screamed in agony as his armor shattered, blood splattered, and he fell from his horse.

"My lord!" Fan Qingya's soldiers exclaimed in unison.

Mo Wentian raised his longsword, about to end Fan Qingya's life with a single strike, when dozens of his warriors at the Meridian Opening Realm charged out on horseback, swords and blades raised, heading straight for Mo Wentian.

"Well done!"

Mo Wentian was not surprised but laughed. He suddenly urged the long sword in his hand, and the true energy in his dantian surged like boiling water and poured into the sword.

The longsword suddenly shone with a white light, and a sword aura about ten feet long condensed on its blade.

He gripped his sword with both hands and suddenly swept it horizontally, unleashing an arc of sword energy that shot out with a sharp whistling sound, sweeping across the entire army.

Fan Qingya and the few warriors at the forefront were all cut down by the sword energy.

The sword energy continued its relentless advance, sweeping through the crowd like cutting grass.

Blood gushed out, and severed limbs flew everywhere.

Dozens of experts at the Meridian Opening Realm fell into pools of blood.

The battlefield was deathly silent.

Only Mo Wentian stood there, sword in hand, laughing heartily as he looked up at the sky.

"kill!"

With Mo Wentian's command, the people behind him immediately led their respective troops and charged forward!

Like a tiger among sheep, Mo Wentian's men were unstoppable, their swords flashing and creating a bloody curtain.

Fan Qingya's 1,500 men were already terrified by the sword energy, and now they had no will to fight. They abandoned their armor and fled in all directions.

The fewer enemies you have, the more opportunities you have when it comes to rewarding those who have contributed.

Mo Wentian showed no mercy to his men; those who surrendered were cut down before they even had a chance to shout for it.

Under the influence of the [Dragon Spirit and Tiger Might] and healing pills, Hong Lang recovered 50% of his strength and took advantage of the chaos to kill five Blood Refining Realm martial artists, gaining 70 martial arts points.

Seeing that the battle was over, Mo Wentian issued an order: "Divide your forces into ten routes and immediately march to all counties under the jurisdiction of Tianmu Prefecture. If you encounter any resistance, kill them without mercy. If they surrender, do not harm them in the slightest. You have three days to capture the entire Tianmu Prefecture!"

Mo Qiushui then led her subordinates and Mo Wentian straight to Tianmu City, the main city of Tianmu County.

Tianmu City is situated on a plain in the center of the prefecture, making it a place that is easy to defend and difficult to attack.

However, upon hearing the news of Fan Qingya's death in battle, the dozen or so Blood Refining Realm warriors defending the city immediately surrendered.

"Lord Mo, Fan Qingya is unjust; we are willing to surrender!"

And so, Mo Wentian captured Tianmu City without shedding a drop of blood.

Tianmu City is a large city with a population of 100,000, and this is the first time Hong Lang has ever seen such a large city.

Compared to Tianmu City, Hengjiang County is like a local temple compared to an imperial palace.

This main street alone is wide enough for seven or eight carriages to walk side by side.

When the people in the city saw Mo Wentian's banner, they all made way for him and talked about the newly arrived prefect.

Mo Wentian repeatedly instructed his subordinates not to disturb the people, so nothing went wrong.

……

Three days later, Mo Wentian's various forces arrived in Tianmu City one after another.

Mo Wentian sat in the chair in the center of the council hall, with Mo Qiushui standing beside him, and the other generals lined up on both sides, each with an uncontainable joy on their faces.

The sixteen counties under the jurisdiction of Tianmu County are now all under our control. The reward for our merits is just around the corner. Who wouldn't be excited?

Outside the council chamber, a large crowd had gathered.

Mo Wentian had a large group of men standing in the courtyard, plus the disciples of the Black Wind Sect, there were at least a hundred people.

"According to custom, he will assume the post of magistrate of Yulin County!"

"Cheng Ju is hereby appointed Magistrate of Qing Shi County!"

"Zhou Liang is appointed as the magistrate of Longxiang County."

The calls from inside continued incessantly, and the line in the courtyard gradually shortened.

Hong Lang felt a little uneasy, wondering if Mo Wentian still remembered his promise. Surely a prefect wouldn't go back on his word.

But with so many people wanting positions, won't my position be taken by someone else?

"Next up, Hong Lang!"

Upon being called, Hong Lang strode into the center of the hall, cupped his hands in greeting, and said, "Your subordinate greets the Prefect!"

Mo Wentian raised his hand to indicate that there was no need for formalities, and said, "Hong Lang, I promised you the position of County Commandant of Hengjiang County before. I, Mo Wentian, always keep my word. This position is yours."

"Thank you, Prefect!" Hong Lang quickly expressed his gratitude.

But as soon as he finished speaking, someone stepped forward.

"Your Excellency, Hong Lang is only at the initial stage of the Marrow Cleansing Realm. He has been appointed as a county lieutenant without achieving any merit. I fear this will cause resentment among his long-time followers!"

Hong Lang was taken aback and thought to himself: Brother, who are you messing with? I have no grudge against you, why do you have to ruin my plans at this moment?