Chaotic Times and Disasters: I Hunt Down Martial Arts Masters and Become a God

Fu Qing paused, the dried meat in his hand near his mouth. Feng Changyang, the Prince of Zhenbei, a descendant of the Feng family...

"Then why do I have this curse?"

"That's what I don't understand."

Suwen looked at him and said, "You are the first living person I have ever seen carrying this 'five stomach temple' (a metaphor for someone who is physically unable to move freely). The Feng clan was wiped out generations ago..."

"Back then, when the country sent troops south, the last male member of the Feng family died in the northern border, and the Feng lineage ended in the family genealogy. Where did you come from?"

Fu Qing remained silent for a long time.

He is not from this world; his body belongs to the original owner who possessed him when he transmigrated. The original owner's surname was Fu, his parents died early, and he was a poor hunter in a remote mountain village.

If what Suwen said is true, then the original owner might not have been surnamed Fu at all—he had the blood of the Feng clan flowing through his veins.

After the Feng family was wiped out, someone hid the orphan of the Feng family in a remote mountain village, where he changed his surname to Fu and lived in seclusion.

The blood flowing through this body is inscribed with a Gu formula from a thousand years ago, the work of the Queen of the Li Kingdom, which took the life of the non-royal King Feng Changyang, and then quietly activated in his descendants hundreds of years later.

Ma Xiong shouted from beside the campfire across the way.

"Boss, the meat is cooked."

Fu Qing threw the cold dried meat in his hand into his mouth, chewed it, and swallowed it, temporarily suppressing his thoughts about Feng Changyang and the royal family of Li Kingdom.

"What are you thinking about?" Suwen suddenly asked.

"Thinking about my background."

"That's an interesting research topic."

Su Wen rarely showed interest. "Fu Qing, I need your blood. You are the first living carrier of the Five Internal Organs I have ever seen. The Bloodline Gu in your body is in an active period."

"If I could regularly collect your blood for research, I might be able to find a way to break the curse, which would be very interesting... In exchange, I will help you develop a medicine to suppress the Gu poison."

Fu Qing looked at her.

The Goddess of Medicine Palace is cold and aloof, and her way of speaking is not on the same wavelength as others, but he is very reassured by the way she does things.

She never hid her purpose; she was interested in his blood and his Gu poison. Studying his Gu poison was her greatest reward, and she was willing to exchange it for the antidote.

"make a deal."

He held out his right hand. "How much?"

"One small bottle is enough each time."

Suwen took out a porcelain bottle the size of a thumb from his medicine bag, uncorked it, and then took out a silver needle from his waist.

The silver needle was inserted into the most prominent vein on Fu Qing's wrist. She collected the contents in a porcelain bottle, carefully sealed it, and put it back into her medicine pouch. Then, she took out a dark green pill and handed it to him.

"This is a secret medicine unique to the Medicine Palace. It is claimed to be able to cure all poisons, but it is not actually that powerful. However, it is enough to prolong your life. One pill every ten days."

Fu Qing took the pill, put it in his mouth, and swallowed it. The cool medicinal aura spread out, and he could feel the Gu poison lurking above his dantian shrinking under the pressure of the medicinal aura.

...

Back in Ironblood City, the news reached Tian Jingming's desk through layers of defenses.

A scout brought back the latest military report—a Jingguo cavalry force of less than a thousand men had appeared deep in the grasslands, wreaking havoc in the rear of the Di Kingdom, burning countless pastures and horse ranches, and destroying supply depots.

Tian Jingming examined the military report several times, his mind filled with doubt.

His men were trapped in Ironblood City, so how could a thousand-man squad possibly break out?

Zhou Tie, standing to the side, was startled, his eyes widening in shock.

"Those weeds... could he still be alive?!"

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Fu Qing's cavalry burned across the grasslands for seven days straight, with eight hundred men taking turns on two horses, moving swiftly like the wind, leaving the Di Kingdom's supply lines riddled with holes.

On the eighth day, Fu Qing made an even bolder decision: instead of attacking the supply depots, he would attack the royal court directly.

They probed along the way and learned the location of the Di Kingdom's golden tent from the prisoners.

Most of the troops remaining in the Di Kingdom's court have been withdrawn, leaving less than two thousand defenders on the outer perimeter.

Under the cover of night, Fu Qing sneaked in from a low hill on the west side of the royal court, and eight hundred cavalrymen plunged into the outer camp of the royal court like a sharp knife.

Ma Xiong led his men to set fire to the main gate as a feigned attack, while Han Yue led scouts to scale the wall from the side and open the gate. Fu Qing then led the main force to swarm in through the gate.

The Di soldiers who remained behind were awakened from their sleep, some of them being hacked to the ground before they could even put on their boots.

Eight hundred cavalrymen fought their way through the outer perimeter of the royal court, advancing all the way to the last line of defense outside the royal tent.

Fu Qing dismounted and stood on the open ground outside the golden tent, illuminated by the campfire. Before him was the last gate of the royal court, and he was about to enter.

But at that moment, the gate of the stockade opened.

A man walked out from inside. He was a middle-aged man, almost a head taller than the average Di soldier, but he looked very thin and weak. He was carrying a twelve-foot-long spear.

The gun was entirely black, with a blood groove cast on the tip. He stood at the gate of the village and slammed the gun barrel to the ground, causing the wooden stakes on both sides of the gate to vibrate loudly.

"Fu Qing of Jingguo, your name is renowned far and wide. With your second or third level of the Qi Refining Realm, you roam freely across the grasslands. You are truly a great talent..."

He spoke standard Jingguo Mandarin, and his pronunciation was clearer than any Di person Fu Qing had ever met.

"I've been waiting for you for several days. My name is Helian Yunshan—the prince's personal guard, at the sixth level of the Meridian Opening Realm."

He pulled the gun barrel from the ground and held it horizontally in front of him. "Your time has come."

Fu Qing tightened his grip on the knife slightly.

Six levels of meridian opening!

He is currently at the third level of the Meridian Opening stage, with the progress bar at 37/100.

He opened the system panel and glanced at it: a little over 20,000 loot points.

He quickly did a mental calculation: if he added all 20,000 points to his cultivation progress bar, he could at most reach the peak of the third level, and might not even be able to touch the threshold of the fourth level.

Even with the Bloodbath double effect, it still won't reach level six.

The gap is too big.

He stared at the lottery button on the panel for a couple of breaths.

The first entry is free, but the first draw costs 10,000. If you don't gamble now, when will you?

He added over 10,000 plunder points to his cultivation progress bar, which jumped from 37% to 92% before running out of points.

The remaining 10,000 points will be used for the lottery.

A burst of golden light erupted from the system panel, and an iron-gray entry appeared on the screen—

[Enemy of Giants: When facing an enemy with a higher cultivation level than oneself, one's own cultivation level increases by 50% for every small realm higher than the opponent.]

Fu Qing raised an eyebrow and grinned.

With a 150% bonus, plus double the exhilarating combat in the bloodbath, there's plenty to fight for; it's a gamble that won't be a loss.

He turned around and gave orders to Ma Xiong and Han Yue behind him.

"Everyone, retreat fifty paces. You won't be of any help in this battle."

Ma Xiong opened his mouth as if to say something, but Han Yue grabbed his shoulder and dragged him back.

"No chance. We can't get involved at the mid-stage of the Meridian Opening realm."

Eight hundred cavalrymen cleared a large open space outside the golden tent, with only Fu Qing standing in the center, holding the Cold Iron Golden Crystal Blade that Tian Jingming had given him before setting off.

The blade is dark blue all over, with layers of snowflake patterns forged on the edge.

Helian Yunshan stepped forward, thrusting his spear out with a sharp sonic boom.

Fu Qing parried with his sword, and with a loud clang, the tip of his spear struck the blade, causing the blade to tremble.

Fu Qing stumbled back several steps, each step leaving a deep pit in the mud.

With the 150% boost from the Giant's Enemy, even at the sixth level of the Meridian Opening Realm compared to the third level, his strength only barely reached the threshold of the fifth level; the gap remained.

Fu Qing dodged the spear tip by sidestepping, and the cold iron knife slashed along the spear shaft toward Helian Yunshan's fingers.

Helian Yunshan flicked his wrist, deflecting the blade off the spear shaft, and then swept his spear horizontally in a backhand motion. Fu Qing parried with his vertical sword but was knocked back several steps, his tiger's mouth numb from the impact.

The two fought each other in front of the golden tent for nearly fifteen minutes.

Helian Yunshan's marksmanship was steady and ruthless; every shot was aimed at vital points, and the blood groove on the tip of his spear gleamed a dark red light under the campfire.

Fu Qing was forced to retreat step by step, but Helian Yunshan's brows furrowed more and more. The Jingguo man in front of him was clearly being beaten down by him, and every time he struck, he was forced back. His breathing became more and more disordered, but he just wouldn't fall.

He thrust forward with all his might, and Fu Qing returned the favor with a full-force slash, forcing him to be on guard. This man was fighting in a style that traded injury for injury; it wasn't just ruthless, it was that he didn't value his own life at all.

A moment later, Helian Yunshan pierced Fu Qing's left rib with a spear, the tip of the spear going through his back and out. Fu Qing groaned, and the health bar on the system panel suddenly plummeted to below twenty.

Losses directly trigger the Bloodbath effect, doubling all strength, stamina, and agility.

After doubling his power and adding the 150% bonus from the Enemy of Giants, his strength instantly approached the threshold of the sixth level of the Meridian Opening Realm.