Sweeping both worlds: Starting from idealistic martial arts

Chapter 551 Defending the City! Return!
I was lying or sitting in a rented hotel room.

Fang Can stared blankly at the ceiling above him.

After suddenly arriving in another world from a martial arts world, the two wandered around several surrounding cities.

Aside from discovering that this world has an overwhelmingly strong light novel vibe, there's nothing particularly special about it.

The whole world seems to have been manipulated, filled with all sorts of unexpected plot twists reminiscent of light novels.

Characters from all walks of life, like protagonists, emerge in a hodgepodge.

For example, he encounters a healer who was kicked out of an S-class team and is now living a simple, slow life. Then he sees a boy whose defense is far stronger than his attack power due to the abnormal efforts of the buff.

Even though all skills were marked as unlearnable, the basic skill "Throw" was upgraded to Max, allowing the user to kill an S-rank monster with it.

Most importantly, these people are incredibly strong, yet they are looked down upon and have no sense of their own power.

After watching for just a short while, Fang Can felt that his intelligence had been insulted.

However, the fact that this world could gather so many outstanding talents is already the biggest anomaly.

Living in a randomly chosen single room, Fang Can turned his head to look at the girl who was diligently cultivating.

Unlike the previous martial arts world where there was severe oppression.

In this light novel world, after the suppression was reduced, the cultivation speed actually slowed down.

Clearly, in two worlds at the same level, the more suppression there is, the faster the cultivation speed.

In a fantasy world with dozens or even hundreds of realms, the speed of cultivation would probably be as slow as a snail.

With a jumble of inexplicable thoughts swirling in his mind, Fang Can silently gazed at the halo of light cast by the oil lamp on his white head.

Today's sudden time travel reminded Fang Can of the exchange between the martial arts world and the real world. He never expected that there would be a rebroadcast now.

However, now that our power is vastly different from what it used to be, our situation has completely changed.

Just like the previous prophecies that predicted the specific time of the change between the two realms.

His intuition told him that things would change after today.

Meanwhile, while Fang Can was waiting, things were going terribly wrong in the martial arts world.

kill--!!!
The sky was about to brighten, it was early morning!
With a roar that shook the entire city, tens of thousands of Mongol troops immediately pressed in!
Having made preparations in advance, Ye Guiqian led the city's troops to guard the four gates, while he himself followed the martial arts practitioners to the city wall to defend the east gate, which was under the greatest pressure.

From the city wall, one could see the endless Mongol army.

And the mobile forces with their stone-built ramparts, ladders, and siege hammers, along with massive amounts of rolling stones and molten gold, were poured down on the Song army.

However, this method is very simple, because the Mongol soldiers who have drunk the blood of the demon god and have the bloodline of gods and demons are each capable of fighting a hundred men. Even if they face a city wall that is a hundred feet high, they can step onto the top of the wall in just a few steps.

Even though some soldiers were seriously injured by the falling debris, many more swarmed up the ladders to the city walls like locusts.

In the short time it takes for an incense stick to burn, countless Mongol soldiers climbed the city walls using ladders.

Looking at the countless Mongol soldiers that almost reached the top of the city wall, Ye Guiqian shouted:

"Brothers, for the sake of the hundreds of thousands of people in Guiyun, let's show these Mongol barbarians our power! Let's fight together!"

Ye Guiqian's roar shook the entire army, causing the soldiers and martial arts practitioners present, who were somewhat timid, to tremble.

Looking down at the dozen or so soldiers in front of him, Ye Guiqian let out a soft shout, focused his energy in his dantian, and unleashed a fierce hurricane of internal force.

"kill!!!"

With a loud roar, a gust of wind blew up and forcefully blew away more than a dozen Mongol soldiers who had squeezed onto the city wall.

After finishing, he took the lead and leaped forward.

His figure was like that of an immortal, leaping directly down from the wall and crashing into the enemy ranks.

Led by Ye Guiqian, the other chivalrous heroes, inspired by his spirit, also leaped into the city and engaged in fierce battle with the surrounding Mongols.

These men who charged down from the city were all top-notch martial arts masters, comparable to centurions in the Mongol army.

Despite being surrounded by ordinary Mongol soldiers, these experts, though only a few dozen in number, killed almost every one of them with a single move, rampaging through the enemy ranks with unstoppable force!
However, this unexpectedly powerful martial arts team quickly attracted the attention of the Mongols.

"All soldiers, listen to my command: The Great Khan decrees that whoever kills a chivalrous swordsman will be promoted one rank and rewarded with ten gold pieces; whoever kills the Lord of Guiyun City will be rewarded with a thousand gold pieces and appointed as a commander of ten thousand households!"

The favorable situation was abruptly disrupted by the messenger's shout.

The knights discovered that the surrounding Mongol soldiers had suddenly retreated, and those who surrounded them were all centurions, none of whom possessed internal strength, but their bodies, honed through a lifetime of physical training, were no less formidable than the soldiers'.

Suddenly, the pressure on everyone plummeted, and their hearts sank to the bottom, because...

"King Zong!!! King Zong!!! King Zong!!!"

"Imperial Advisor!!! Imperial Advisor!!! Imperial Advisor!!!"

In an instant, countless Mongol soldiers were shouting out two titles!

With the shouts, a loud whooshing sound came from behind the sound barrier, shocking the soldiers. Then, a violent explosion drowned out the soldiers' shouts.

A massive chain, tens of meters long and as thick as a human head, was being violently swung in the hands of a burly man in animal skin.

The one wielding it is none other than the strongest of our time, comparable to a Grandmaster, the Mongol prince: Borjigin Yexian!
After a series of swings, the burly man suddenly released his grip, the massive chain in his hand tracing an almost straight line through the air before slamming into the tightly closed city gate.

Boom—!!!
With a violent explosion, Ye Xian blasted a hole several meters wide through the heavy city gate!

"My men! Kill them!"

With a roar from a Mongol prince, the world instantly changed color!
Thick, dark clouds covered the area for miles around, and bolts of lightning as thick as buckets struck the city walls repeatedly, causing massive casualties among the soldiers!
In the midst of the army, a gaunt old man holding a handful of sand was chanting mantras.

That person was none other than the Mongolian National Preceptor, who was known as a demigod who could draw upon the power of heaven and earth!

As the Mongol Grand Master hurled sand from his hand, countless soldiers on the city wall were immediately enveloped in a hazy mist, unable to even see their own fingers.

In an instant, with the combined efforts of the Prince and the Imperial Advisor, the entire Song army was thrown into chaos!

……

Dozens of miles away, atop a solitary peak.

The figures of a monk and two Taoist priests fluttered in the strong wind.

Their faces were solemn, their gazes piercing through space as they watched the fierce battle raging beneath Guiyuan City.

The younger Taoist priest, watching the lives being devoured in the distance and hearing the faint cries of despair, showed obvious reluctance on his face:

"Master... are you really going to stand by and watch us die? If this continues, the city will fall in an instant, and hundreds of thousands of lives will be lost..."

“Foolish child!” The old Taoist priest slowly shook his head and said, “Fate has its own destiny. The Song Dynasty’s fortune has run out. We who cultivate the Tao and seek immortality should act in accordance with the will of Heaven and the people. If we forcefully intervene, the karma will be too great and will only mislead all living beings.”

"We have comprehended the ways of Heaven and know cause and effect; the fate of the Mongol Empire will not last more than a hundred years."

"Amitabha!" The old monk beside him clasped his hands together and chanted a Buddhist prayer in a low voice: "In a few decades, when the Yuan Dynasty is about to run out of power, you may leave the mountain and assist a man surnamed Zhu in establishing merit and achieving great things!"

"By then, the Yuan Dynasty's Grand Preceptor will have already retired in accordance with the will of Heaven, and your actions will be blessed by the gods!" Upon hearing this, the young Taoist struggled in his eyes, but ultimately let out a dejected sigh.

He understood that what his master and grandmaster said was true; order was the most important thing to those immortals in heaven, and if they forcibly interfered, it would only lead to a cataclysmic disaster.

Just as the monk and the two Taoist priests solemnly watched the battle below the city.

At this moment, in the mansion in the east of Guiyuan City, Liu Xingwen leaned against the corner of the wall with a dejected expression.

"I'm not crazy, immortals must exist, they must exist!"

Liu Xingwen murmured to himself, his bloodshot eyes filled with unwavering determination.

He no longer possessed the youthful vigor he had yesterday.

His white hair was disheveled, and he had been sitting in the mansion all night, waiting for the immortal to return!
Even with the thunderous drums and deafening battle raging outside, he did not move, fearing that, like yesterday, the immortal might return after he left.

His biggest regret now is that he chose to bid farewell to the immortal yesterday.

I should stay by the immortal's side and then just find someone to inform the city lord.

Listening to the faint sounds of fighting outside, Liu Xingwen knew that if he went outside the city, he would only be adding another top-tier expert to the fight.

But if there is even the slightest possibility that the immortal will change his mind and return, it will directly change the entire battle situation!

That's more important than having a hundred, a thousand, or even ten thousand more of yourself!
"What if! What if the immortal returns!"

This thought, like a spell, sustained his already exhausted body and his spirit on the verge of collapse.

He pinched his thigh hard, his nails digging deep into his flesh: "I can't sleep... I absolutely can't sleep... If I fall asleep... I might miss it..."

In the courtyard, every falling leaf, every breeze, even the chirping of a cricket in the corner could make him tremble like a startled bird, his cloudy eyes scanning the scene intently.

Just as Liu Xingwen sat idly in the courtyard, another disorderly change occurred within this multidimensional matrix sea.

After a day of cooling down, the [N↑↑N]-order Rubik's Cube, composed of an infinitely layered exponential tower, began another chaotic twisting motion.

With the twisting motion, the position of each of these worlds shifted once.

After its displacement, the number of cubic seas in the entire cosmic matrix experienced another surge.

Fang Can's location in the world changed once again, and another altered world filled in for him.

Theoretically speaking, after the world of this infinitely layered exponential tower undergoes disordered changes, the probability that Fang Can wants to return to the martial arts world he left behind is 1/(N↑↑N).

but!

When Fang Can wanted to return, he happened to be transported to the martial arts world he wanted to return to.

As for why?
The reason is simply that after the worst comes the best!
Knowing full well that he would return, Fang Can even brought Fang Shuyue directly to the forest where they had first crossed over, just to prevent any changes in their world location.

Then, by the time Fang Can realized what was happening, the world around him began to change.

Houses grow out of the forest, greenery is carpeted, ancient trees become load-bearing walls, and rocks are twisted into beds...

The flowers, trees, and soil that were originally growing vanished into nothingness, just like a transition in a movie!

"Oh...you're back!"

Fang Can held Fang Shuyue's hand, looked at the identical furnishings in the room, and spoke calmly and matter-of-factly.

"Yes, it's still the same world." Fang Shuyue clenched her fist. "The degree of suppression is exactly the same."

"But what's the situation outside?" Fang Can asked, listening to the sounds of battle around him. "They've already started attacking the city after only one day of being gone?"

The conversation between the two resounded like thunder to Liu Xingwen, who was sitting outside the door, and his previously tired eyes suddenly widened.

"The immortal has returned! The immortal has returned! Haha, the Song Dynasty is saved!"

Liu Xingwen nearly collapsed from the ground in ecstasy. He had been sitting there all night and had almost fallen, but he still walked to the door and knelt down, exclaiming, "Immortals! Immortals! You've finally returned!"

Although he called out urgently, the old man remained mindful of his place, fearing he might displease the immortals. He dared not overstep his bounds and pushed open the door, but waited at the entrance.

Hearing the sounds outside the door, Fang Can's expression changed, and he reached out and pushed open the door.

Immediately, they were startled by the appearance of the elderly man outside the house, whose face was covered in white mourning clothes.

With just a little thought, he could roughly understand what would happen to the other person after he suddenly left without saying goodbye, and he couldn't help but sigh.

The moment the old man saw Fang Can, he began to kowtow repeatedly in a hoarse voice, pleading, "Immortal Master, please save us! I beg you to use your divine powers to save the people of the city!"

Before the head could even be knocked down, Fang Can raised his hand and used his heart to help the other person up: "No need for further words, I already know your difficulties."

"Leave the rest to me."

Upon hearing this, the old man felt as if he had swallowed a reassuring pill. His expression relaxed, and he was so overjoyed that he almost fainted.

But he quickly mustered his strength and bit his tongue to wake himself up.

The boundless fear of Fang Can's departure yesterday made him afraid that it was just a dream, and that everything would cease to exist after he fell asleep.

Thinking of this, he almost pinched Fang Can's wrist and pleaded, "Immortal Master, I...I will also go to the city wall with you to witness your great victory over the enemy!"

"Okay." Fang Can nodded gently and said to the girl beside him, "You wait here, I'll be right back."

Before Fang Shuyue could reply, Fang Can had already started to drag the old man towards the west of the city.

Meanwhile, in the eastern part of the city.

Countless Mongol soldiers have poured in through the hole opened by the prince and are fighting fiercely with the Song army.

The people in the city were in complete chaos, scattering and fleeing in all directions.

But once inside the city, where could these people hide? They could only watch in despair as the Song soldiers, who were struggling to resist, were brutally slaughtered by the Mongol army.

With the combined efforts of the Prince and the Grand Preceptor, many martial arts heroes suffered casualties here, while the Mongol army could not kill them all.

Even Ye Guiqian, the strongest grandmaster among the Han people, coughed up blood, revealing his defeat.

thump -- thump -- thump --

Just as the Prince Zong was wielding a huge iron rod as thick as a human head and slaughtering his enemies, the Song army was plunged into despair.

A dull, drum-like sound came from afar.

The voice was initially so low, but gradually it rose in pitch like thunder.

As it drew closer, the vibrations became faster and faster!

In just a few breaths, amidst the screams of countless Mongol soldiers...

A young man in white plummeted from the sky.

(End of this chapter)