Rise from a Poor Family: My Martial Arts Counterattack

Chapter 343 People from the Yan Dynasty Arrive, Shocking Change!

Northern frontier of Daliang.

Outside Pingyao City.

The sound of drums shook the heavens.

Outside the city, on the plains, the Northern Army of Daliang and the Han Kingdom were engaged in battle, and the ground was littered with the corpses of Liang Kingdom warriors.

After months of fierce fighting, both sides had lost patience for probing.

The battle over the past three days has been extremely fierce.

Xiao Yaojin, his armor stained with blood, held his spear and stabbed the Han warrior in the chest. But before he could pull the spear out, a cold light flashed past his right side. Xiao Yaojin leaned back, and the cold light flashed across his chest, leaving a knife mark on his armor.

Taking advantage of the moment when the opponent's long sword was still in motion, Xiao Yaojin drew his spear, the tip of which swept across like a dragon, piercing the opponent's throat with a single thrust.

He was killed with a single shot, but Xiao Yaojin's expression did not change. Since the war with Han Kingdom began, this was the tenth time he had appeared on the battlefield. As the young marquis of Zhenbei, he naturally could not hide in the city.

The Xiao family's prestige in the Zhenbei Army stemmed from their dedication to their soldiers.

His eldest uncle, third uncle, fourth uncle...

He sacrificed himself in the battle against the demons of the Northern Frontier. His father, as the new Marquis of Zhenbei, had to sit in the central army and issue orders, so only he, as the son, went to the battlefield.

On the walls of Pingyao City, Zhenbei Marquis Xiao Pingyao and three elders stared at the battlefield. Beside them were dozens of middle-aged men, all of whom were mid-level martial artists, ready to provide support at any time.

boom!
As Xiao Yaojin fought his way to the back, his eyes were bloodshot. He thrust his spear repeatedly, and together with the other warriors, they tore apart the left flank of the Han army. The Han warriors' ranks were broken, and they fled in a frenzy. Just as Xiao Yaojin was about to give chase, several figures came together from the northwest.

"Oh, what a coincidence, to have stumbled upon a battle between two armies. But the scale of this battle is rather small."

A disdainful voice echoed across the battlefield, while at the same time a majestic voice resounded: "Stop!"

The voice was loud and clear. Xiao Yaojin felt his spear tremble, and the other companions around him felt the same way. This scene made them all look at the person coming from the northwest with horror in their eyes.

On the city wall, Xiao Pingyao also noticed several figures coming from the northwest. After that majestic voice came, the old men beside him were even more on high alert, their eyes fixed on one of the middle-aged men.

There were six people in total, all riding pure white mounts that resembled horses. The middle-aged man who had just spoken was wearing a black brocade robe and was leading the way.

However, after a brief and eerie pause on the battlefield, the warriors from both sides clashed again.

Both sides were blinded by rage and, not hearing the drumbeats change, naturally wouldn't stop there.

"You bastards, I told you to stop!"

The majestic voice resounded once more. After the middle-aged man's angry roar this time, a terrifying aura emanated from his body, like a raging sea gently surging. The ice blades in the hands of thousands of warriors on the battlefield trembled in unison.

And this was not the end. The middle-aged man flicked his finger, which transformed into a sword aura that slashed down on the front line of the battle between the two armies.

Before the hundreds of warriors from both countries could even separate and retreat, they were annihilated by the sword energy, their flesh and blood flying everywhere, and their cries of agony echoing across the land.

Upon seeing this, Xiao Yaojin's pupils contracted slightly, while Xiao Pingyao on the city wall had a gloomy expression and his eyes seemed to be spitting fire.

"My lord, please don't act rashly."

The old man beside him whispered a reminder: "These people are probably from extraordinary backgrounds, and their strength is also unbelievable."

The old man was a first-rank martial artist, but he felt a sense of danger when facing the middle-aged man, especially since there were six of them. Although there were three young people, there were two other middle-aged martial artists dressed like the middle-aged man.

"I understand."

Xiao Pingyao forcibly suppressed his anger. He was now the Marquis of Zhenbei, and his every move was related to the life and death of tens of thousands of Zhenbei soldiers. The people in front of him had unknown origins and were incredibly powerful. For the safety of the Zhenbei army, he had to be careful.

"We come from the Yan Dynasty. I don't care what grudges you have. Both sides, withdraw your troops and bring out your officers to see us."

The middle-aged man repelled the battle between the two countries with a single finger, as if he had done a trivial matter, and his expression remained unchanged. However, his next words caused Xiao Pingyao and the other elders to change their expressions drastically.

People from the Yan Emperor Dynasty have arrived!
"Lu Lixin of Han Kingdom greets all the officials."

Before Xiao Pingyao could make a move, four elderly men flew out from the Han Kingdom's army and appeared in the center of the battlefield. They didn't care about the dignity of a first-rank martial artist and bowed to the group of middle-aged men in front of the martial artists from both armies.

"Master Hou."

The old man reminded Xiao Pingyao, who nodded and left the city wall, leading the three old men straight to the center of the battle.

"Xiao Pingyao of Liang Kingdom greets all the esteemed officials."

Xiao Pingyao clasped his hands in a salute, but a young man from the Yan Dynasty, seeing that Xiao Pingyao only clasped his hands, immediately snorted: "A martial artist from an island land, so rude, should be punished."

As soon as the young man finished speaking, he struck out with his palm, which caused a gust of wind and thunder. However, apart from his clothes being blown around, Xiao Pingyao and the other three remained completely unaffected.

This scene made the young man's face turn ugly.

The Zhenbei Army on the battlefield, seeing someone attacking the Marquis, turned their attention to this side.

"On behalf of the Liang Kingdom, I extend my warmest welcome to all of you gentlemen."

Finally, an old man standing next to Xiao Pingyao bowed to the group.

The Marquis cannot bend over, because the Marquis is the heart and soul of the Zhenbei Army. Unlike the four first-rank martial artists from Han Kingdom, who do not usually lead troops and thus do not affect morale.

The Great Liang is now facing the Han and Zheng kingdoms. If it offends the forces from the Yan Dynasty, it will face great difficulties and may even face the calamity of national annihilation.

The Marquis cannot lower his head, but he can.

"Humph."

Seeing the old man lower his head, the young man reluctantly snorted again, but ultimately said nothing more.

"I don't care how many countries are on this island or what grudges they may have. According to the rules promulgated by the Imperial Dynasty, if the martial arts strength of such a desolate martial arts land fails to meet the requirements, I will report to the Imperial Dynasty. Now I want you to notify all the rulers on this island to come and pay homage."

The middle-aged man who had made the move earlier spoke coldly. Upon hearing this, Lu Lixin immediately replied, "Our Han Kingdom will certainly comply with the superior's request. The superior may wish to travel to the capital of our Han Kingdom. Our Han Kingdom is the strongest of the nine kingdoms. At that time, the superior can summon the rulers of the nine kingdoms in our Han Kingdom." Hearing Lu Lixin's words, Xiao Pingyao and the others' expressions changed instantly, but the middle-aged man had already agreed, "Agreed."

"Sir, please!"

Lu Lixin smiled broadly upon hearing the other party's agreement. As for the war between Liang and Han, it was no longer important.

The entry of the Yan Dynasty into the Nine Kingdoms will inevitably rewrite the fate of those kingdoms.

Liang Guo couldn't see this point, but he saw it very clearly.

The strength of the nine kingdoms is simply no match for that of the Yan Dynasty. The strength displayed by this one person alone can change the outcome of the battlefield, not to mention that there are two more such powerful individuals.

The Han Kingdom withdrew its troops, taking the people of the Yan Dynasty with them.

"My lord, this matter must be reported back to the court immediately."

"I will write the letter right now and send it to the capital immediately."

Xiao Pingyao nodded. He also knew that the most important thing right now was not the war with Han Kingdom, but the sudden appearance of the Yan Dynasty warriors.

……

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Poyang County.

Lin Chen followed his teacher back to Poyang County.

"Village chief, Lin Chen is back!"

Zhao Zanghu was lying under a big tree in the village, enjoying the cool shade. Hearing the villagers shouting, he opened his old eyes, somewhat confused. Lin Chen is back?

"Oh dear, the coffin I commissioned the coffin shop to make isn't even finished yet, and you're back already?"

"coffin?"

When the eldest son of the Xu family heard what his village chief said, he looked completely bewildered. What did Lin Chen's return have to do with making coffins?
Is the village chief now so depraved that he's selling coffins to powerful and wealthy people, not just cemetery plots?
"Who brought Lin Chen back?"

"No one saw him off; Lin Chen came back alone, just as he entered the village."

"one person?"

Zhao Zanghu's old face changed from confusion to bewilderment, and finally to ecstatic joy: "You mean Lin Chen is still alive?"

"Are you still alive? Village Chief, what's wrong with you today?"

Old Xu was a little confused by his village chief's words. Wasn't Lin Chen alive and well? Could it be that the corpse came back on its own?
"Quick, help me... Never mind, I can walk by myself. Go and call your second son to clean the ancestral hall."

"Are we going to perform ancestral rites?"

Old Xu was even more bewildered. Every time Lin Chen came back, the village chief would hold a ancestral worship ceremony. Wasn't this too much of a chore? The village's open space was almost overflowing with burial plots.

"Just go when I tell you to. Why all the nonsense? Our ancestors have blessed Lin Chen and are protecting him. Of course we should pay our respects."

Zhao Zanghu glared at him, and Xu Laoda didn't dare to ask any more questions. He ran off to inform his second brother.

Every time Lin Chen comes back, his second son has to keep busy for a long time.

……

At the village entrance, Lin Chen greeted the villagers with a smile, while his teacher returned to the lakeside villa on his own.

Soon, Lin Chen also saw the old village chief who was walking over in a hurry.

"You're back. It's good that you're back."

When Zhao Zanghu saw Lin Chen standing unharmed in front of him, his eyes reddened slightly. These past few days, since he learned that Lin Chen's fate was unknown, he had secretly cried for a long time and had not dared to tell Lin's parents about the news.

"Yes, I'm sorry to have worried the village chief."

Lin Chen stepped forward to help the old village chief up. On the way back, his teacher had told him about the old village chief's unknown fate, and the old village chief was aware of it as well.

"From now on, don't take risks. Staying alive is the most important thing."

Zhao Zanghu patted Lin Chen's hand. There were many villagers present, and there were some things he couldn't say too explicitly: "Go back and see your parents. They miss you terribly."

"it is good."

Lin Chen released the old village chief's hand and looked ahead, where he saw his elder brother and sister-in-law holding a baby wrapped in swaddling clothes.

With a few strides, Lin Chen arrived in front of his elder brother and sister-in-law. He first nodded to his elder brother, then looked at the baby in his sister-in-law's arms.

"Uncle, this is Zhao'er," said Sister-in-law Chen Ting.

"So it's our Lin family's little princess."

Lin Chen took the baby girl from his sister-in-law's arms. The little one was sucking her fingers and staring at him with big, curious eyes.

“Zhao’er is usually very shy and won’t let strangers hold her. She cries as soon as they do. I didn’t expect that she didn’t cry when you held her, Uncle. It seems that you are also a snob.”

Chen Ting was joking, and Lin Chen smiled. He wasn't a snob; he knew why Zhao'er didn't cry when he held her. As a martial artist, his blood and qi were more vigorous than ordinary people, just like a warm compress. The little girl felt comfortable and naturally stopped crying.

"Come on, your uncle will take you to see your grandparents."

Lin Chen carried the little girl and headed home. The life-or-death crisis he encountered on his trip to Lihuodao made him miss his family even more. This was why he went back to Poyang County with his teacher. This time, he planned to stay in the village for a while.

　Asking for monthly ticket
　　
　
(End of this chapter)