Da Feng: From copying golden entries to becoming an immortal in the mortal world

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"Junior brother, Chuzhou City is the territory of the Prince of Zhenbei. His prestige has suppressed this place for decades, and no one does not have complete faith in him."

"Now, the people of Chuzhou City are being deceived by the Prince of Zhenbei and the Duke of Huguo. If you act rashly, you are more likely to be attacked by them."

"In that case, you will be unable to utilize the power of all living beings authorized by your teacher, and you will definitely be targeted by the Prince of Zhenbei."

"But if you don't take action, there will be widespread casualties among the people, plunging the land into a living hell."

Zhong Li nestled in Luo Chen's arms, her mind reeling. She felt the problem was too difficult and had no solution.

No matter what choice she makes, it's a scenario she doesn't want to see.

"Senior Sister, don't think so much."

There are no insurmountable difficulties in this world; it's just that the timing for solving them has been wrong.

"Your task now is to snuggle in my arms and have a peaceful sleep."

"When I woke up, Chuzhou City was still the same Chuzhou City."

Luo Chen gazed at Zhong Li in his arms, his eyes gentle yet firm, his words possessing a soothing magic.

He slightly raised his hand, and his words became law: "This is the perfect time to sleep, undisturbed by the outside world."

A mysterious and profound power, like a gentle breeze, quietly descended upon Zhong Li.

Zhong Li felt a strong drowsiness wash over her like a tidal wave.

Perhaps, as her junior brother said, she should get some rest and sleep peacefully.

Not long after, she slowly closed her beautiful eyes, her small hands tightly gripping Luo Chen's sleeve, and fell into a deep sleep.

In her sleep, Zhong Li would occasionally furrow her brows, as if she were having a nightmare.

Those furrowed brows filled Luo Chen with pity.

He gently reached out and stroked Zhong Li's delicate face, his fingers gliding smoothly across her cheek.

Then, with his thumb, he gently touched her furrowed brows.

Zhong Li seemed to sense Luo Chen appearing in her dream, protecting her.

It seems that as long as her junior brother is around, Chuzhou City will still be the same Chuzhou City after she wakes up from her nap.

So her tense brows gradually relaxed, and she drifted off to sleep peacefully.

Luo Chen raised his head and glanced around.

The once bustling and lively streets are now deserted, with hardly a soul in sight.

Only a few tattered straw baskets rolled forlornly in the wind.

Luo Chen put his arms around Zhong Li and walked towards an inn.

The innkeeper and his guests had long since vanished without a trace; the door was wide open, creaking in the wind.

Upon entering the inn, Luo Chen found a reasonably clean room and gently placed Zhong Li on the bed.

Then, he took out the divine weapon Zhutian from his storage artifact.

The moment the divine weapon Zhutian appeared, the sword trembled slightly, like a child who hadn't been out for a long time.

It was finally able to see the fresh outside world again and conveyed its excitement to Luo Chen.

Luo Chen remained calm, but a lightning-like spiritual sense suddenly shot out from between his brows, directly locking onto the sword spirit within the divine weapon, Zhutian.

He sternly ordered the spirit of the Heaven-Slaying Sword in an unquestionable tone not to leave Zhong Li's side by more than two meters.

If there is danger, fight without retreating, otherwise be careful in your next life.

Upon receiving Luo Chen's command, the sword spirit immediately trembled slightly, as if nodding vigorously.

It means that it will definitely obey the orders and protect Zhong Li.

Seeing this, Luo Chen nodded slightly, not worried at all that the other party might neglect their duties.

After all, the sword spirit in Divine Weapon Slaying the Heavens was created by Luo Chen after he learned the Human Sect Sword Secrets, by fusing a trace of his primordial spirit with his sword intent, and thus the sword contained a soul.

His loyalty to Luo Chen is self-evident.

……

"Duke, the number of people gathered at the south gate of the city has reached over 100,000."

"There are still 200,000 people, almost all of whom are on their way to the south gate of the city. Now, all the streets in Chuzhou City are blocked."

A trusted aide rushed over, knelt on one knee, and reported breathlessly.

"Lord, the plan is already past its deadline. When shall we make our move?"

Upon hearing this, Que Yongxiu frowned slightly and simply instructed, "Wait a little longer; after all, these are more than 300,000 people."

"If the corpse soldiers at the east, west, and north gates don't surround and annihilate them, they will scatter and run amok once the slaughter begins at the south gate."

He stood imposingly on the high wall of the south gate, his left hand resting on the large sword at his waist.

A cold wind howled past, making his robes flutter loudly.

His indifferent gaze, like a cold blade, looked down upon the densely packed people of Chuzhou City below the city walls.

The people of Chuzhou City eagerly awaited their arrival at the south gate.

Time ticked by, but the South Gate remained tightly shut, showing no sign of opening.

At first, the people of Chuzhou City were relatively calm, after all, they believed that the Duke of Protectorate would make proper arrangements.

But as the wait grew longer, anxiety spread rapidly among the crowd like a plague.

They all knew that the 200,000-strong barbarian army from the north could attack Chuzhou City at any time.

If this drags on any longer, and the barbarian soldiers break through the Zhenbei King's defenses and storm into Chuzhou City, how will these unarmed civilians resist?

That would be a catastrophe!

Finally, a lithe and agile swordsman in the crowd couldn't help but speak up. His voice was loud and clear, carrying a hint of urgency and worry:

"Lord Protector, we have already gathered at the South Gate. When will the soldiers of Chuzhou be allowed to cover the evacuation of the civilians?"

As he spoke, he clasped his hands in a fist salute:

"If this drags on any longer, it will be detrimental to Chuzhou City!"

"You'd better leave quickly, or it'll be too late!"

In an instant, many martial arts heroes responded.

They all harbored the ambition to protect the country and its people.

At this moment, they all gathered at the south gate of Chuzhou City, taking the initiative to undertake the mission of covering the safe evacuation of the people of Chuzhou City.

With the support of these chivalrous heroes, the people of Chuzhou City, who had initially harbored reservations, emboldened and began to question Que Yongxiu:

"Yeah, yeah, when are we finally able to leave?"

"Lord Protector of the Nation, please give me a straight answer!"

Shouts rose and fell from the crowd, and anxiety and fear festered in the air.

Upon seeing this, Que Yongxiu could no longer maintain his composure and immediately rebuked his trusted confidants.

"Where are the men I sent to the east, west, and north gates to inquire about the situation?"

"So much time has passed, why haven't we received any news from over there yet?"

Que Yongxiu glared angrily at a trusted confidant in front of him and kicked him to the ground.

"If I remember correctly, this matter was entrusted to you back then!"

"You good-for-nothing! You can't even handle a small task when it matters. How can I take responsibility for you?"

The trusted aide looked fearful and uneasy: "Duke, there must be something more to this!"

"I sent several of my brothers-in-law to the east, west, and north gates to inquire about the situation there."

"My brothers-in-law are usually very reliable. I suspect that something happened at the North Third Gate."

Que Yongxiu couldn't help but swear:

"Go to hell! Do you even know that the East, West, and North Gates are personally overseen by a transcendent wizard and the Prince of Huai?!"

"Unless the northern barbarian demons truly lead an army of 200,000 to attack Chuzhou City, there is absolutely no way anything will go wrong!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a deafening roar erupted from the northern gate of Chuzhou City!

Rumbling--

At this moment, everyone was stunned.

In their hearts, everyone believed that the northern barbarian army had invaded!

"Open the door! Open the door now!"

"We don't want to die here!"

The people of Chuzhou City truly felt that a life-or-death crisis was ever-present.

Fear, like a surging tide, completely overwhelmed them.

In this desperate situation, their survival instincts unleashed unprecedented courage in each of them.

They were like a pack of frantic, trapped beasts, rushing headlong toward the tightly closed south gate.

They tried to force open the door that symbolized the hope of life with their own hands.

The crowd was packed together, pushing and shoving, shouting, and the scene was chaotic.

The many martial arts heroes were enraged and drew their magic swords and knives from their waists with a "whoosh".

A flash of cold light.

They drew their swords, pointed them at Que Yongxiu on the high wall, and began to hurl insults.

"Que Yongxiu, you idiot!"

A burly swordsman, his face flushed, stared with eyes that seemed to spit fire:

"Now that the northern army has breached the north gate of Chuzhou City, are you satisfied now?"

"What exactly are you delaying?"

Another swordsman with a cold and stern face also questioned loudly, his tone full of doubt and disdain:

"Could it be that you have already secretly colluded with the northern barbarians, intending to betray the Prince of Zhenbei?!"

"You heartless bastard!"

"If you dare to obstruct the people again, we will join forces to kill you here and rid the people of Chuzhou City of this scourge!"

The heroes roared in unison, their voices like rolling thunder echoing above the South Gate.

His words shocked Que Yongxiu's confidants, causing them great anxiety.

If these chivalrous figures were to join forces, their side would likely suffer heavy casualties.

Que Yongxiu was completely stunned when he heard these questions.

What? You think I'm a traitor?

Is he also going to betray the Prince of Zhenbei?

This is absolutely absurd, what a joke!

He angrily shouted in his heart, "Going back five hundred years from my generation, dozens of generations of ancestors were all heroes who fought against the barbarian demons!"

As their offspring, they would never associate with barbarian demons.

As for betraying the Prince of Zhenbei, let alone the fact that I would never do such a thing, even if I did, what practical benefits would it bring?

This is simply nonsense!

Unfortunately, Que Yongxiu was also completely baffled at this moment.

He had no idea what was going on at the North Gate and couldn't give an immediate answer.

Right now, the people's anger has reached its peak and could trigger even greater public outrage at any time.

Left with no other choice, he hurriedly ordered his men to open the city gates, allowing the people of Chuzhou to escape to other cities through the south gate.

Que Yongxiu stood alone on the high wall of the South Gate, watching the people fleeing like a surging tide, his heart filled with mixed feelings.

He gritted his teeth and decided to immediately lead his men to the North Gate to see what had happened.

This turn of events was too sudden; it's completely different from the plan we discussed with the Prince of Huai!

He thought to himself, "It seems I won't have to take on too much responsibility this time."

The original plan was to set up a giant array in Chuzhou City. Once activated, this array would suppress the cultivation levels of everyone else in the city, making them like lambs to the slaughter.

Afterwards, the two thousand barbarian corpse soldiers, each twelve feet tall, will emerge from the east, west, and north gates.

They formed a pincer movement with him at the south gate, trapping him like a turtle in a jar.

But what was the result? He had no idea whether that crucial formation had been activated at all.

He didn't see a single barbarian corpse soldier that should have appeared at the east, west, and north gates.

Que Yongxiu also realized that he had been outmaneuvered by a lack of information!

He cursed the northern barbarian demons in his heart. Damn barbarian demons, how dare they disrupt the Prince of Huai's grand plan!

……

"Barbarian corpse soldiers, how interesting."

"Unfortunately, it's not enough to feed my fists."

Luo Chen, all alone, utterly crushed two thousand barbarian corpse soldiers.

The corners of his clothes were completely free of any dust.

"A third-rank martial artist?"

When the Prince of Huai saw Luo Chen smash the barbarian corpse soldiers with a few punches, a hint of surprise appeared on his face.

He was a seasoned expert who had been immersed in the world of third-rank martial artists for many years. He narrowed his phoenix eyes and made a decisive judgment:

"You are not a true third-rank martial artist. Your fists have no intent, only savage force."

"Although I do not know how you transformed your qi and blood into something extraordinary, with your current strength, you are still no match for me."

"I don't even need to lift a finger; I can suppress you with just my martial will."

The Prince of Huai saw that Luo Chen was so young, yet he was already close to comprehending the essence of martial arts and could step into the third rank of martial artist.

He was immediately struck by the talent and the urge to recruit him arose within him. He spoke with an air of authority:

"You have destroyed my barbarian puppet. Now I will give you two choices... First, submit to me, and I will personally feed you fists to help you reach the third rank."

"Otherwise, you die."

Although the Prince of Huai was possessed by Joan of Arc and became one of his clones.

However, the Prince of Huai was not truly possessing another's body; rather, his primordial spirit merged with Joan of Arc's primordial spirit.

He is Joan of Arc, and Joan of Arc is also him.

The Prince of Zhenbei, as the number one martial artist in the Great Feng Dynasty, greatly appreciates the rise of younger generations of martial artists.

This way, he will have a whetstone to whet his strength in future martial arts sparring.

Upon hearing this, Luo Chen chuckled inwardly.

The lack of information flow is the drawback of having multiple personalities.

At this moment, Luo Chen did not conceal his identity. If it were Emperor Yuanjing, he would probably have recognized him long ago.

But it doesn't matter, anyway, once Master Shenshu goes online, his Asura royal bloodline will make him as ferocious as a beast.

Similarly, no one recognized him.

Just as the Prince of Huai gave Luo Chen three breaths to think of an answer.

Que Yongxiu arrived with his men; judging from their appearance, they seemed to be there to provide support at the North Gate.

"Prince Huai, are you alright?"

"The northern barbarian demons haven't attacked?"

Upon hearing this, the Prince of Huai frowned, sensing something was amiss, and asked, "With me here, how dare those northern barbarians march south?"

"What's the situation on your end?"

Que Yongxiu was stunned, and guiltily explained:

"A thunderous explosion came from the north gate, and the people all ran away upon hearing the news."

The black robe, concealed in the shadows, exuded a chilling aura.

"That explosion, the King of Zhenbei and I thought it was you who made it."

Upon hearing this, Luo Chen remained calm, but he knew in his heart that the people of Chuzhou City had been safely evacuated from the city.

It seems that the plans I've made these past few days have unexpectedly taken effect, and are performing quite well.

Before coming to Chuzhou, Luo Chen planned to assassinate the Prince of Zhenbei, but the Prince of Zhenbei was ultimately an extraordinary martial artist.

What is extraordinary? It is the qualitative change brought about by a dimensional reduction attack.

An ordinary fourth-rank martial artist can defeat eight fifth-rank martial artists.

However, in the eyes of a third-rank martial artist, a fourth-rank martial artist is no different from an ordinary soldier. The only way to wear down a third-rank martial artist is to use human lives to accumulate them!

Finally, a group of fourth-rank martial artists were called upon to deliver the finishing blow.

Even if Luo Chen were possessed by a divine spirit and intended to quickly kill the Prince of Huai, seven or eight parts of the entire Chuzhou City would surely be destroyed.

The staggering death toll among the people was completely out of control.

By then, he would truly have become a mindless, vulgar brute.

What worries Luo Chen even more is that extraordinary martial artists not only undergo a qualitative change in their qi and blood, but they can also plunder the essence and blood of living beings in the vicinity with a single hand to forcibly make up for their own loss of qi and blood.

Although the essence and blood of mortals are useless for achieving extraordinary cultivation, they can quench thirst in time.

If the Prince of Huai were to face death, surviving would always be more important than breaking through to the second rank.