Starting as a centurion, he fought his way through the chaos of the world.

Chapter 42 Rejected
Lu Ming felt sticky all over his body, his clothes were wet, and he gripped the knife handle so tightly that he almost clenched it until it bled.

The sky was overcast, and all I could hear were shouts of battle. I was wearing a red battle robe with black leather armor over it.

The warhorse gallops forward.

On the other side were rows of ferocious-looking Huns.

They charged forward, brandishing their scimitars.

He was shouting in a language he couldn't understand.

Then, a phrase popped into my mind: "Fenglang Juxu".

This time, the battlefield was unexpectedly where they followed Huo Qubing into the desert.

Without thinking twice, Lu Ming used the momentum of his body and the horse to slash out as he passed a Hun.

"laugh!"

The immense force cleaved the head off the Xiongnu man opposite them.

A column of blood shot into the sky.

Then, because he lost control of his warhorse, he was knocked away from the side.

When I landed, I felt countless hooves crashing down on me.

At the same time, there were also blows from weapons.

He lost consciousness a moment later.

When he woke up again, he was still riding a warhorse charging forward, and he could vaguely see a young man riding a warhorse in front of him.

With his body upright and his long sword pointing forward, one could see the sky filled with shimmering rosy light, reflecting the scene on the battlefield.

Is this Huo Qubing?

Just then, a fierce wind swept in from above.

He was a Hun knight.

Lu Ming's eyes flashed, and he slashed forward with unparalleled smoothness.

"laugh!"

It was very easy to split open the shoulder of a Hun warrior.

This time, he was more experienced than before, so after killing more than twenty people, he was finally sent flying by a spear.

On his third appearance on the battlefield, he killed twenty-six men, but his horsemanship had improved once again.

When they appeared on the battlefield for the tenth time, they were besieging a Xiongnu general.

The opponent was too strong; every move he made caused the surrounding space to tremble.

Finally, he was enveloped by a golden wolf head phantom, and then he lost consciousness.

When he regained consciousness, a look of unease appeared in Lu Ming's eyes.

He couldn't understand what kind of power the other party was radiating, or why it was so domineering.

Looking outside, I realized that it had gotten completely dark sometime during the night.

Without checking his gains, he smeared the beast's blood on his body, took a pill, and resumed his cultivation.

From the outside, you would see that Lu Ming's entire body was trembling.

Moreover, it has a subtle, luminous sheen.

It felt like a wild beast was about to be released from inside my body.

It happened while Lu Ming was cultivating.

Meanwhile, in the capital city of the Great Yu Dynasty, a huge mansion was filled with flashing red light. If you looked closely, you would find that they were not torches at all, but glowing stones.

The entire courtyard was bathed in a crimson glow.

There was also a faint mist floating around.

The guards at the gate, clad in golden armor, emitted plumes of smoke and fire that rose into the night sky.

Inside the living room, although it was late autumn, the two elderly people were still wearing thin silk clothes.

But they felt no chill at all.

Instead, her face turned completely red.

Even the maids serving nearby were dressed in thin clothes. It turned out that the bright red stones in the courtyard not only served as lighting but also provided warmth.

To keep the entire courtyard as warm as spring all year round.

One of them, a stout old man with a square face, took a sip of tea.

He said softly, "Prime Minister Li, you must have something to tell me today. We're practically acquaintances, so there's no need for you to hide anything."

“Alright, since that’s the case, then I won’t stand on ceremony. Haven’t you been wanting to take on a suitable apprentice all these years? How about I find one for you?” Li Yan said casually.

The old man opposite him was He Song, the Grand Preceptor of the Great Yu Dynasty, who was said to have some connections with the immortal sects.

Over the years, I have been looking for a disciple. My greatest wish in life is to cultivate a disciple who can gain the recognition of the immortal sect.

This matter is common knowledge.

"Oh? I wonder who Prime Minister Li intends to recommend?"

"I have a junior colleague who's quite talented. If you'd like, I can arrange for you to meet him."

Before Li Yan could finish speaking, He Song waved his hand to stop him.

"Prime Minister Li, I am no longer here. Your vital energy is depleted and your lifespan is nearing its end. You should mind your own business and not worry about the younger generation. Besides, I agreed a few days ago to take Prince Yong's son as my disciple."

Some time ago, he went to Yuzhou to suppress a rebellion. With his halberd, he killed three experts of the same realm. He had only just reached the True Essence Realm, yet his power had already reached a minor stage of mastery. His talent was truly exceptional!

For a cultivator, cultivating momentum is much more difficult than breaking through cultivation levels.

Cultivation can be broken through gradually, but the sooner the momentum appears, the better.

He Song's words caused Li Yan's expression to change.

"Don't you know what Prince Yong has been doing all these years?"

"So what if I know? His son is the most important person to me. If I can raise a king who can protect the country and become a disciple of the immortal sect, what does it matter who I support?"

He Song said calmly.

Then, his gaze fell on Li Yan and he continued, "Prime Minister Li, His Majesty has not yet officially finalized your position since you returned from your mourning period. You should retire when you should. How many more years of your later years do you have left to enjoy?"

This world ultimately belongs to cultivators. You are an anomaly, but fate won't give you much time. This is my final advice, my old friend.

"Hmph, He Song, I was blind to have considered you a friend in the past."

"Prime Minister Li, why speak so harshly? In the future, for the sake of your students and descendants, they might have to come to me for guidance."

"Don't be angry. I've seen what your subordinates are like, and they're not quite qualified to be my disciples," He Song said quietly.

Then he waved to signal that the guests were to leave.

Enraged, Li Yan flung his sleeves and stormed out the door.

Looking at Li Yan's retreating figure, He Song slowly muttered to himself, "If you could get rid of those old friends and acquaintances in your life, you might really be able to turn things around. But now there is no hope. My sect does not accept trash."

Then, he stood up and headed towards the back of the house.

Since taking on a new disciple, he felt a surge of motivation.

As for Li Yan, who had just stepped out, he let out a deep sigh, and even his once straight back became hunched over.

In his entire life, when did he ever ask anyone for help?

This time, I originally wanted to swallow my pride and ask He Song to introduce Lu Ming to him so that he could become his disciple, so that after my death, the person my parents missed would have a support.

Who would have thought.

It turned out that his arch-rival, Prince Yong, had beaten him to it.

Moreover, He Song seemed quite satisfied with his newly accepted disciple.

They didn't even bother to glance at Lu Ming.

It seems that all of this is fate.

Besides worrying about Lu Ming, there's also the future of the Great Yu, which is now even more worrisome.

At the same time, Lu Ming was also entering a critical moment in his cultivation.

Visibly, the precious blood of the ferocious beasts smeared on their bodies was evaporating.

On the exposed skin, the metallic sheen grew increasingly bright.

(End of this chapter)