The Great Seminary

Chapter 393 It is best to keep a respectful distance

If murder were to occur under such circumstances, it would not be just one or two people, but rather the entire city would be slaughtered under fabricated pretexts.

Zhang Gui would never have even considered killing innocent people indiscriminately based solely on a hunch.

But now, when faced with offenses from mortals, even the slightest abnormality or one that is difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood, he seems to kill without hesitation, the difference being merely a matter of numbers.

And Zhang Gui was unaware of this change in his own mindset; his smile gradually widened, and his voice softened.
Why is everyone suddenly so quiet? Did I say something wrong?

As soon as the words were spoken, a handsome young man with a round face appeared out of nowhere, pushing through the crowd, and said loudly, "No, no such thing."

Your Excellency is a highly accomplished person living in seclusion in the city; how could you be wrong? It must be a misunderstanding.

Jinhuang Town is located within the 333-mile radius of the 'Three Sacred Swords Northern Sect'. Only members of the inner sect of the sword sect are allowed to establish a minor sect and build a town.

Huang Banqian was only granted the title of 'General Banqian'. Although he was a top-notch soldier, he was unlikely to become the master of Jinhuang Town.

He was merely the garrison commander's right-hand man, responsible for guarding the town.

Zhang Gui had long heard of the Daoist soldier system of the 'Dungeon Realm' sect and had initially paid considerable attention to it.

But after it was later learned that they were actually rentable gang armed forces, or private armed forces formed by members of sects, the level of attention dropped.

But when you encounter a 'real person' like this, you can't help but become curious, no matter how hard you try.
"What do 'Dao Bing' and 'Ban Qian Jiang Jun Lu' mean? Could you explain them in detail?"

Upon hearing this, the round-faced youth nodded vigorously with a beaming smile, saying:
"Of course, according to ancient custom, long ago, the ones who patrolled the mountain gate day and night in the sect were not the Dharma Protectors leading the disciples of lower generations."

Instead, they were Taoist soldiers who had been granted the title of General, leading ordinary Taoist soldiers.

The 'General's Register' is divided into five types: Ten General's Register, One Hundred and Fifty General's Register, Half a Thousand General's Register, Three Thousand General's Register, and Ten Thousand General's Register…

"Could there be a force of ten thousand Dao soldiers?"

The round-faced youth's answer was so unexpected that Zhang Gui couldn't help but chime in with surprise.

"There probably were in ancient times, but I think most of them were just 'false names'. Big schools and sects sometimes had to put on a show of face, didn't they?"

"That's true. Emperor Wu of Wei in the Middle Ages once falsely claimed to lead a million special troops, the 'Tiger and Wolf Cavalry' and the 'Trapped Army,' to challenge the world."

No matter who it is, a social gathering to save face is something that always has to be done. I was being pretentious, sorry, sorry.

The Ten Generals Register, the One Hundred and Fifty... the Ten Thousand Generals Register sounded very orderly from top to bottom.

It seems that the system of Daoist soldiers of the 'Three Saints Northern School' is far more standardized than I expected.

I just witnessed their combat prowess firsthand.

Although the combined force never exceeded one hundred men, it was quite formidable. Interesting. Thank you for your guidance.

"Not at all, not at all. I'm glad you're satisfied with my answer."

The round-faced youth secretly breathed a sigh of relief and repeatedly cupped his hands in greeting:

"It's getting late. Please come inside and we can continue our conversation."

"Good, good. My name is Caiyang Longhu. When I first saw you, I felt that your appearance and temperament were familiar, quite similar to a friend of mine named Chu."

May I ask your honorable name?
"Maybe it's also surnamed Chu?"

"That's not quite a coincidence. I am Zhou Kou, a lowly Taoist soldier in Jinhuang Town, and I have been granted the title of General 150."

Zhou Kou answered with a smile, and respectfully took Huang Qigua's place, leading Zhang Gui into the garrison's mansion.

What followed was a simple dinner party where everyone had their own ulterior motives.

Because of the depletion caused by the siege of the demons, even the only favorite of our distinguished guests, iced fruit wine, was not served.

Those who had accompanied the guests were almost all in mourning, each bearing injuries, and exhausted to the point of near death. So they all dispersed before 9 PM, and Zhang Gui pretended to go and rest.

We won't talk about the people who were accompanying the guests.

Huang Qigua and Zhou Kou forced themselves to stay alert and went straight back to the Huang family courtyard after leaving the banquet hall.

The moonlight was bright and clear in the sky, and a gentle breeze was blowing in the courtyard.

Three people were already waiting for their return in a pavilion near the well.

One was a gaunt swordsman who had revealed his intention to flee in front of Huang Qigua on the city wall.

One was a young man who transformed his sword into a green hummingbird and sent it over to amuse himself.

The last one was a spirited young woman with deep-set features and a slender figure.

Upon seeing her biological elder brother and sworn brother return, the girl, who had been muttering to herself, suddenly jumped up and said impatiently:
"Eldest brother, second brother, who exactly is that amazing person who saved our Jinhuang Town?"
Elder brother, you always say that the path of the gods is short, and even if one is strong, it is only a temporary advantage.

"It's far less promising than the 'Immortal Path,' but now I've actually encountered something that can evolve into an ancient true form..."

"Huang Huang'er, you have the bloodline of an ancient god. Can you unearth the complete divine forest? No, you can't."

Huang Qigua barged into the pavilion without any hesitation, poking his sister's forehead with his finger and saying:

So stop daydreaming. They are them, and you are you!
Some people are born to be high above others, looking down on all living beings, while we must strive relentlessly to achieve our goals.

After he finished speaking, he saw Zhou Kou enter the pavilion and began chanting a spell.

He lowered his head and suddenly spat out a mouthful of true qi onto the stone table in the pavilion, activating the magic array.

Instantly, several invisible barriers of energy appeared in the void, separating the inside and outside of the stone pavilion.

At this moment, Zhou Kou suddenly said with an extremely serious expression:
"Never offend that Tatsuo Ryūhō, but don't get too close to him either; it's best to keep your distance!"

Everyone else in the pavilion was stunned, their expressions showing surprise.

The gaunt swordsman retorted directly:
"He first saved the lives of everyone in our city, yet he doesn't even understand the ancient rules of Daoist soldiers. He probably doesn't have deep ties with those hypocritical aristocratic families in the sects..."

"Brother Qinggeng, there are people who can save the lives of thousands or even tens of thousands of people for some insignificant and unknowable reason."

They might kill thousands or tens of thousands of people for some insignificant, unknowable reason.

As my elder brother just said, he is 'high above, looking down on all living beings'.

The place I stand on is so high, and the number and size of all living beings I see are so vast that I no longer regard people as human beings.

And you've met people like that before.

Zhou Kou said softly, and the last sentence made Liu Qinggeng's face turn ashen instantly. He seemed to want to say something more, but when he opened his mouth, he was speechless and had nothing to say.

Seeing this, the young swordsman beside him quickly came to the rescue:
"That guy, Ryuko, has a really strange name."

The transformed giant had an iron and stone body, three heads and six arms, and a ferocious face; it did not look like a true god.

It's better to have less contact.

As soon as he finished speaking, Huang Qigua frowned slightly and said:

"Ta Zheng, my intuition is that the Central Dragon Tiger is indeed not a kind person, but although such a person is like a tiger to be associated with, he can be of great use if used properly."

As the saying goes, victory is found by moving forward.

Now is not the time for us to seek stability.

(End of this chapter)