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

For all the die-hard fans of "Gian Marries Shizuka," the latest chapter of "Da Feng: From Copying Golden Terms to Becoming an Immortal in the Mortal World" has been released!

The northern border, Chuzhou City.

Ten miles outside the city, tens of thousands of demon and barbarian allied forces were eyeing the city covetously.

On the north city wall of Chuzhou, seven golden gongs, including Jiang Luzhong, Yang Yan, and Zhang Kaitai, wore extremely solemn expressions.

"The demon and barbarian races have conducted several tests and are now certain that the King of Zhenbei is dead."

Jiang Luzhong: "The next attack will probably be a true all-out attack."

Yang Yan calmly analyzed, "Both leaders of the demon barbarians are extraordinary powerhouses who are on par with the King of Zhenbei."

"The elite soldiers of the North are indeed brave, but they are ultimately below the extraordinary."

"If it were just one extraordinary martial artist, I would still have a fighting chance, but the other side has two extraordinary martial artists plus tens of thousands of demon and barbarian allied forces."

Yang Yan remained silent, only extending two fingers.

Seeing this, everyone understood without saying a word.

When a cultivator enters the realm of the extraordinary, they are essentially considered to have entered the ranks of a new species and can no longer be called human.

Moreover, the leaders of the demon and barbarian races were not the kind of martial artists who had just entered the third rank, but rather the late third rank cultivators who had been cultivating for decades.

A martial artist at the early stage of the third rank was able to fearlessly confront more than 30,000 soldiers head-on, each of whom was equipped with well-made magical weapons.

Even after tearing apart more than 7,000 soldiers clad in magical artifacts, he was still able to escape unscathed.

The entire Great Feng Dynasty claimed to have a million soldiers, but in reality, only about 100,000 soldiers were equipped with sophisticated magical weapons.

No force can withstand such attrition!

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhang Kaitai looked at Zheng Xinghuai and said, "Lord Zheng, quickly arrange for the evacuation of the people of Chuzhou City."

"Once the leaders of the demon and barbarian races make their move, Chuzhou City will be unable to withstand it and will surely fall within two hours."

"Everyone, is there really no way at all?"

Upon hearing this, Zheng Xinghuai felt somewhat helpless and humbled:

"Rumors about Emperor Gaozu are rampant in Chuzhou City now..."

"The people of Chuzhou City believe that as long as Emperor Gaozu is alive, no villains from all directions will dare to offend our Great Feng."

"Most of them are unwilling to leave their hometown where they have lived for many years."

Looking at the densely packed enemy troops ten miles outside the city, Zheng Xinghuai felt physically and mentally exhausted.

As the Provincial Governor of Chuzhou, he has lived here for decades.

Chuzhou City is not only the most prosperous city in the entire northern region, but also the gateway to the northern border of the Great Feng Dynasty.

Once Chuzhou City is breached, the demon-barbarian allied forces will be able to advance unimpeded and see the most fertile lands and pristine streams of the Great Feng Dynasty.

"If the King of Zhenbei were still alive, how dare this allied army of demons and barbarians act like this..."

"Could it be that the Northern Border truly believes our Great Feng has no one to rely on?"

"With my Great Feng Formation King here, how dare you say that Great Feng has no one to rely on?"

A figure in white appeared amidst the flashing array.

Yang Qianhuan turned her back to everyone and looked up at the sky.

He turned around, walked up to Zheng Xinghuai, and patted him on the shoulder.

"The northern barbarians dare to send troops to our Great Feng; it's like throwing an egg against a rock."

"As long as I remain in Chuzhou City, this allied army of demons and barbarians will flee on their own!"

Upon hearing this, the seven night watchmen, Jinluo, couldn't help but cast suspicious glances at Yang Qianhuan.

Although a fourth-rank sorcerer possesses extraordinary abilities, he can deploy formations with a single thought, making him the king of support characters.

They believed Yang Qianhuan if he said he could forcefully delay the other side for two hours.

If they wanted the enemy to retreat, they would eat it on the spot!

Yang Qianhuan wore a mask and had a mysterious expression. She produced a white feather fan from who-knows-where.

He smiled calmly and said, "Watch me break this with my zither!"

All that could be seen was the musical array he had set up in advance, along with various special effects arrays, and his acting skills that he had practiced day and night.

Yang Qianhuan turned her back to everyone and began to play the piano.

The scene left everyone stunned, as if it were truly the case.

A moment later, horns sounded ten miles outside the city.

Everyone thought the demon-barbarian alliance was preparing to attack the city.

Unexpectedly, the densely packed demon-barbarian allied forces retreated.

"Great fortune! Great fortune! The enemy retreats! The enemy retreats!"

Taking advantage of the moment when everyone was shocked, Yang Qianhuan secretly turned around and glanced at the scene before quickly putting it back in its original state.

He was equally shocked; they had really withdrawn their troops!

Junior brother, I have only been in Chuzhou for a few months, why is it so difficult for me to catch up with you?

Failure is indeed frightening, but my brother's growth keeps me awake at night.

Why have I felt like I've been in seclusion for a century these past few months?