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

Fu Qing gritted his teeth and took the lion's pounce head-on. He was sent flying and crashed into the village wall. The clothes on his back were corroded by the sticky venom of the worms on the wall, hissing and smoking.

He stood up, leaning against the wall, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, feeling the power breaking through the earth in his dantian expanding rapidly.

The giant lion pounced again, its two front paws striking down simultaneously. Fu Qing took a deep breath, channeling all his energy into the blade, and slashed out.

This is the starting stance of the Continuous Blade Technique. The moment the blade collides with the lion's claw, a brand new power explodes from the dantian—the second level of Qi has been broken through!

His pale golden aura suddenly brightened, and the power on the blade surged at that moment.

A hint of astonishment flashed in the giant lion's vertical pupils. It had clearly not expected that a human warrior it had been suppressing for so long could actually break through in the battle.

Fu Qing raised his sword and slashed down, unleashing a series of consecutive sword strikes, which the giant lion raised its paw to block.

Fourteen consecutive blows were delivered. On the thirteenth blow, the lion's paws were knocked open, exposing its belly as it fell backward. With the final blow, the lion flipped over in an instant to take the hit with its back, letting out a miserable cry as it nearly had its spine broken.

Fu Qingqiang took a deep breath, turned around and ran!

This strike depleted all of his remaining energy reserves after his breakthrough. [Blue Overlord] is restoring his stamina as quickly as possible, but the recovery will take time.

He glanced back and saw that An Sheng had already led the main force to tear open a gap on the flank and was breaking out of Luoyingjian.

The lion glared fiercely in the direction Fu Qing had left, both shocked and furious, but it was terrified by the knife strike, fearing that Fu Qing would deliver another fatal blow.

Fu Qing ran too fast, and half of the demon race pursuers were shaken off in the dense forest. The other half dared not go any further than the edge of Falling Eagle Ravine, as they were far less familiar with the terrain of this mountain forest than the Gu cultivators of Yue Kingdom.

When Fu Qing ran out of the mouth of Luoyingjian Valley, his legs finally gave way.

The Fourteen-Strike Combo Technique consumed far more energy than he had expected. The depletion of his qi and blood after the breakthrough, coupled with the injuries accumulated during the battle, erupted simultaneously the moment his tense nerves relaxed.

He stumbled forward two steps, his legs gave way and he fell to the ground, hitting the back of his head on the gravel. His vision went black for a moment.

He heard An Sheng's voice coming from afar, followed by hurried footsteps, and someone pulled him up from the ground and carried him on their shoulder.

An Sheng's back was covered in blood and mud. His left shoulder had been slashed by a demon's bone knife, leaving a deep wound that exposed the bone. But he carried Fu Qing on his back and ran at full speed through the dense forest without uttering a sound.

An Sheng cursed as he ran.

"Hang in there! We're almost there! You always do this, you always cover the retreat, you always almost die! I've fought in these years and I've never seen a general as reckless as you! You still have sons, you son of a bitch, and two wives waiting for you to come back..."

The shouts of the pursuing troops grew fainter and fainter, and the remnants of the vanguard battalion finally retreated to the outskirts of the Jingjun camp.

An Sheng, carrying Fu Qing on his back, rushed into the camp gate and shouted, "Su Wen! Where is Su Wen! Quickly call Su Wen over!"

Suwen rushed out of the medical camp, still clutching half a piece of unfinished medicinal herb in her hand.

When she saw Fu Qing covered in blood on An Sheng's back, her pupils contracted and her heart skipped a beat. She asked An Sheng to lay him flat on the stone platform at the very back of the medical camp.

An Sheng placed Fu Qing on the stone platform, and Su Wen ripped open the clothes on Fu Qing's chest, which had been hardened by blood, revealing the crisscrossing wounds underneath.

The deepest wound is on his right rib, where he was bitten through by a Gu worm. The edges of the wound have turned black, and the Gu energy is eroding deep into his flesh.

She took out silver needles and sealed several acupoints on Fu Qing to prevent the spread of Gu Qi. Then she took out a small porcelain bottle from her medicine pouch, poured out the last emerald green pill, and put it into Fu Qing's mouth. She then used her fingers to support his chin and help him swallow the pill.

An Sheng watched her finish all this, and then cautiously spoke.

"Is he alive? He doesn't look like he has much breath left."

Suwen didn't even look up. "Get out."

An Sheng withdrew from the medical field.

Suwen stood in front of the stone platform for a long time, her fingers pressed on Fu Qing's pulse, her other hand covering Fu Qing's forehead, which was burning hot.

"You almost died out there again. I told you not to rush to the front, but you always do it anyway, always risking your life."

She disinfected the silver needles again and began to treat the still bleeding wounds on Fu Qing's body. Her movements were still swift, but her fingers trembled slightly.

...

When Zhang Wukai arrived at the medical camp, the remnants of the vanguard battalion had already been gathered together.

The old commander looked at the remnants of his army, numbering less than three thousand, and remained silent for a long time before speaking.

"Liu Wentong, what's going on?"

Liu Wentong, leaning on his cane, recounted the whole story after his right leg, which had been struck by a demon's spiked club, was badly swollen despite not being broken and being wrapped in several layers of bandages.

After listening, Zhang Wukai remained silent for a long time, then whispered an order to the captain of his personal guards behind him.

"Go and find out how many demons are in the mountains. Don't linger in battle. Once you've found out, come back."

The guards obeyed and left, returning shortly afterward.

Kneel on one knee

"Dozens of new demon camps have appeared in Ghost Cry Ridge, their demonic aura so thick it blots out the sun; conservatively estimated, the demon force numbers no less than 20,000!"

Zhang Wukai stood at the camp gate, gazing at the distant mountains, and remained silent for a long time.

The next day, detailed intelligence about the alliance between the Yue Kingdom and the demon race was delivered to Zhang Wukai's desk through multiple channels.

After reading the military report, Zhang Wukai slammed it onto the table in front of all the generals in the tent, making the teacups jump.

"Damn it! Humans and demons are irreconcilable enemies, that's an age-old rule! Thousands of years ago, humans and demons fought, and countless people died, before finally driving the demons out..."

"These weeds have abandoned their ancestors and are joining forces with the demons to attack their own kind! Have they forgotten how the demons treated humans when they were in power? Massacring cities, cannibalizing people, using living people to refine demon cores... what haven't they done!"

"Has the King of Yue lost his mind, or has his brain been gnawed by a poisonous insect? He's let the wolf into the house!"

He looked towards the distant mountains to the south, his expression solemn.

...

Fu Qing lay in the medical camp for an unknown amount of time before waking up.

The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was the tent on the top of the medical camp. The second thing was Suwen sleeping by his bedside, with an open pharmacopoeia on her thigh. The open page was "Continuation of the Broken Chapter," which talked about how to use medicinal energy to seal acupoints and keep the patient alive until the last breath.

Fu Qing moved his arm, and Su Wen immediately woke up, her eyes showing dark circles as if she hadn't slept for days.

She stared at Fu Qing in silence for a long time, then expressionlessly picked up Fu Qing's wrist to take his pulse, placing three fingers on his pulse point.

"He's tough; he won't die."

She put his hand back on the blanket. "You've been unconscious for several days, with a persistent high fever. The fever only broke two days ago. I spent a long time stitching up all the wounds on your body, big and small. You lost too much blood, and your meridians were damaged. Don't get out of bed for the next few days."

She closed the pharmacopoeia and stood up. Fu Qing suddenly spoke, "Have you been staying here these past few days?"

Suwen stuffed the pharmacopoeia into his medicine box without turning his head. "No, I just happened to be passing by and wanted to take a look."

She turned and walked out, but paused at the doorway, her hand gripping the curtain.

"Your life is my research sample. If you work this hard again, I'll change your suppressant into a Polygonatum pill."

After saying that, he lifted the curtain and left without looking back.

Fu Qing leaned against the headboard, looking at the still slightly swaying bed curtains, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Upon hearing that Fu Qing had woken up, An Sheng rushed over.

Before the person even entered the tent, footsteps arrived first, and then the tent flap was suddenly flung open, almost tearing it off.

An Sheng stood in front of the stone platform, watching Fu Qing lean against the headboard and drink his medicine.

"Old Fu, you son of a bitch, you scared the hell out of me!"