Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 536 Broken Mountain Sect

Zhang Yuan's gaze slowly fell on Luo Changyong, who was lying low in the snow.

The mere sight of his lowered gaze made Luo Changyong feel as if he were being stared at by a colossal primordial beast, his blood and qi freezing, and he even suffocated.

The master lowered his eyes, as if a thousand pounds were about to fall upon him!

Zhang Yuan, standing in the same spot, had a profound look in his eyes and waved slightly.

"Wow--"

Cheng Wushi, who was hanging from the wall not far away by black iron chains, was thrown into the snowdrift.

"Cheng Wushi".

Zhang Yuan's voice rang out.

With blood staining his neck and his face pale, Cheng Wushi quickly lay down on the ground.

"Your humble servant, Cheng Wushi, pays his respects to Your Excellency."

His voice was shaking.

I couldn't help but tremble.

The sudden slaughter, the helplessness of being hung upside down on the wall, and the Qingyang Marquis in front of him, known for his decisiveness in killing, all made Cheng Wushi tremble all over.

He was afraid of dying.

"Are you willing to atone for your crimes by performing good deeds?"

Zhang Yuan's voice sounded again.

Cheng Wushi was startled. He looked up at Zhang Yuan, then quickly looked down again.

"Yes, yes."

Zhang Yuan turned and walked towards Luo Dashan's side, his voice soft as he spoke.

"I only need one person to report and expose this crime; that will be enough for him to atone for his crime through meritorious service."

Only one person is needed!
Cheng Wushi suddenly looked up and saw Luo Changyong, who was lying in the snow opposite him, staring intently at him.

"Roar--"

Like a beast's roar, the two rose almost simultaneously and charged at each other.

……

Luo Dashan never expected that his cultivation, which had been dormant for more than eight years, would have another chance to break through.

Ten years ago, he injured his meridians and then forcibly broke through. Although his cultivation reached the Innate Realm, he cut off his path forward.

In the past two years, many people have taken advantage of the opportunities of heaven and earth to advance and improve their cultivation, but Luo Dashan has not only failed to improve his cultivation, but has also declined a lot.

Otherwise, with his strength as the Thunderclap Hand Master Luo Qi, he wouldn't have been so easily surrounded and killed.

Feeling the surge of Qi and blood essence as he entered the mid-stage of the Innate Realm, and the warm, smooth flow within his meridians, all his old injuries were repaired, and Luo Dashan couldn't help but grin.

Turning to look at Zhang Yuan standing to the side, he quickly bowed and said, "Thank you, Lord Marquis."

Zhang Yuan waved his hand and patted the broad, long sword hanging at his waist: "Brother Luo, let's just talk about our friendship, don't ask anything else."

We only talked about our friendship.

Luo Dashan nodded emphatically, his face showing excitement.

"Om-"

Not far away, a faint pillar of energy and blood rose up.

A cultivator at the Innate Realm has fallen!
"My lord, cough cough, I, I, I have won."

Staggering and covered in blood, Luo Changyong approached and knelt before Zhang Yuan.

Luo Dashan looked at Cheng Wushi, who was lying on the snow and had already stopped breathing, and sighed softly with a complicated expression.

No matter what, they were comrades who fought side by side.

Unfortunately, Cheng Wushi met such an end.

“Lord Zhang, there’s an account book in that scabbard…” Luo Dashan turned to Zhang Yuan and spoke in a low voice.

Zhang Yuan nodded and said, "I have already looked at the account books."

"Brother Luo, I have something I'd like to ask you to do. I wonder if you could help me?"

Entrusted?

help?
The blank look in Luo Dashan's eyes disappeared in an instant. He straightened his body, bowed, and clasped his hands in greeting.

"Please give the order, Your Excellency, and I will do my utmost to fulfill it."

While they may address each other as brothers, they haven't truly forgotten their own identities.

The man before me is Zhang Yuan, the Marquis of Qingyang, the Deputy Chief of the Great Qin Heavenly Guard and the Head of the Martial Guard. Even someone as lowly as myself, the Commander of the Martial Guard, or even the Commander of the Black Ice Terrace of Jiujiang Prefecture, would have to bow and pay homage to this Marquis of Qingyang.

"Cao Xian, the prefect of Linshui Prefecture, is corrupt and abuses his power for personal gain. Luo Dashan, the commander of the Linshui Prefecture Military Guard, is temporarily in charge of the Black Ice Guard and the Military Guard in this prefecture to arrest Cao Xian and his cronies."

"Don't let anyone get away."

Zhang Yuan's voice was calm, yet as cold as ice.

The prefect of a prefecture, whose life and death were tied to hundreds of people, spoke of it with utter nonchalance.

"promise!"

Luo Dashan bowed and clasped his hands in a fist salute, responding loudly.

Luo Changyong, who was lying prostrate on the ground, looked up, a hint of envy and regret flashing across his face.

Zhang Yuan reached out and patted Luo Dashan on the shoulder before turning and stepping onto the carriage.

The carriage slowly moved away, and the figures in black disappeared into the snowy night, leaving only a group of soldiers in blue armor standing solemnly.

"I am Wuchang of the Twelve Departments of Zhentian and Youming Department. I am here by order of Marquis Qingyang to lead the Soul-Capturing Guards under my command to assist Commander Luo in handling cases."

A middle-aged man dressed in a black martial arts robe, with a pale face, slowly stepped forward, cupped his hands in greeting to Luo Dashan, and spoke.

Luo Dashan's gaze fell on the man's feet, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

Without leaving a trace in the snow, without being seen or seen.

At least a Grandmaster level.

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Linshui Mansion.

Qisong Mountain.

The Great Martial Arts Sect of Jiujiang Prefecture, the Broken Mountain Sect.

As the night snow fell, the north wind whipped up snowflakes that crashed against the bronze door knocker, freezing the stone steps outside the Broken Mountain Sect's gate into an icefall.

One after another, black figures silently spread across the snow cliff, without a sound or a trace.

The greenwood carriage slowly came to a stop outside the tightly closed gates of the Broken Mountain Sect.

Inside the carriage, Zhang Yuan sat upright, his fingertips tracing the scorch marks left by lightning strikes on the scabbard of his goose-feather sword.

Luo Dashan's Thirteen Forms of Thunderclap transforms force into thunder; when mastered to a high level, one can generate thunder with their physical body.

There are many such techniques passed down in the Zhen Tian Si, but they are more powerful than flexible, and many have reached the top level.

"My lord, we have arrived."

Outside the carriage, the voice of Faceless, the leader of the Shadow Guard, rang out.

Zhang Yuan turned to look outside the carriage curtain. A sliver of snowlight shone through the gap, making the blood-red patterns on his black cloak appear as if they were alive.

Zhang Yuan glanced in the direction of the Broken Mountain Sect's mountain gate and nodded slightly.

Five burly warriors from the Po Jun Division strode forward, pressing down with their heavy shields, their steps shifting from stomping to running.

"who--"

A loud shout rang out from behind the gate.

"boom!"

With a heavy shield strike, the five warriors at the mid-stage of the Innate Realm condensed their blood and qi into an array, unleashing the power of a dragon in a single blow!
The mountain gate, half a foot thick and ten feet high, collapsed with a roar, along with the door frame and lintel.

As the gilded characters "Breaking the Mountain" on the mountain gate plaque crumbled, seven shadow guards had already advanced in a crisscross pattern, and thirteen nether chains had already shot into the back of the mountain gate, piercing the throats of the gatekeeper disciples.

Blood beads flowed back down the chain into the Shadow Guard's palm, leaving scarlet streaks on the snow.

The snow curtain was torn open by chains, and the Netherworld Guards, their figures like nightingales, rushed into the wide-open gate of the Broken Mountain Sect as ice spikes fell from the eaves.

Several Broken Mountain Sect night patrol disciples who rushed over upon hearing the noise were still ten feet away when their bodies stiffened, and the blood hole in their throats was already filled with ice shards. It was the same method used by the icicles used to seal the throat outside Green Pine Fortress.

"Crack."

Before the splinters of broken wood from the mountain gate had even hit the ground, the siege spikes carried by the five giant spirit guards had already embedded themselves in the snow-covered bluestone plaza inside the mountain gate and rushed into the second courtyard.

The heavily armored Po Jun Si warriors charged forward, their bronze shields slamming into a stone pillar beside the steps. The pillar, ten feet tall, was uprooted, and the blue granite exploded and scattered, knocking several Po Shan Sect disciples who rushed forward to the ground.

"How dare you, you petty scoundrel, offend me!"

The old man's angry shout, which came from the late stage of the Innate Realm, abruptly stopped.

The white-haired old man, whose clothes were not yet properly tied, rushed to the edge of the bluestone square. His body stiffened, and a pillar of energy rose from his body.

A figure solidified behind him, and a poisoned dagger was slowly withdrawn from his Yuzhen acupoint.

(End of this chapter)