Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 194 Chaos arises
"Junior Brother Yunfan:
Last night, I observed the stars and saw Wei constellation setting in the west. I guess Master must have encountered obstacles in Qingzhou and was unable to escape. He must have needed some help.

Now that Daqian has conquered the seven states of northern Yan, the Jiuyao Sect is only protecting its mountain gate, while the Dazhou government turns a blind eye and fights for power.

"My foolish brother, I am not going here for the greater good of mankind, but only to fulfill my personal obligations. Without a master, forty-five years ago, on a snowy night, I would have been eaten by wild dogs as a beggar. Without him painstakingly rebuilding my muscles and bones, how could there be such a person as Fu Jin in this world?"

Suddenly, there was a wet mark on the paper, as if the writer had paused here.

Xu Yunfan stroked the wrinkles with his fingertips, remembering that when Fu Jin first joined him, he hugged Zhan Yan's arm and cried loudly, saying that Shenbingling had successors. Although Zhan Yan beat and scolded Fu Jin, he actually had deep feelings for him.

"...I still remember my master's first lesson. He ordered me to watch the fire at the forge for three months. He said, 'A single breath off in the heat weakens the weapon by three points.' Yet, when I fainted from a high fever, he used his Red Dragon Power to expel the heat poison from me. Now that I think about it, the burn scars on his palms were all left from protecting my heart meridian that year."

The edge of the letter suddenly showed fine burrs. Xu Yunfan tapped it lightly with the handle of the hammer, and half a piece of burnt yellow paper fell out from the interlayer - it turned out to be the letter of apprenticeship written by Zhan Yan thirty years ago.

In the childish and crooked handwriting were written "I wish to be the ironmaker for my master until his death".

However, Zhan Yan annotated it with his red brush: "Fool, this is the time to forge a sword and sharpen it."

"In the third compartment of the Weapon Casting Hall's cellar, Master's seventeen broken swords are stored. I've carved the word 'Jin' on each of the broken swords, marking the signs of his retreat when he feared he would kill me. I'm a fool, and Master has spent countless hours and days trying to get to where he is today. If I had even a third of his talent, Master wouldn't have aged so badly. If I can't find Master this time..."

The ink suddenly became sharp here, cutting through three layers of rice paper.

"My foolish brother will crush the twelve peaks of Yanbei and exhaust all the veins of Qingzhou! Even if I have to burn the blood of the red dragon, I will get news from Master!"

"All future affairs of the Weapon Casting Hall will be managed by Junior Brother. Junior Brother is what Master hopes for. Don't be lazy and practice diligently. This will be considered as the continuation of the Tiangong Cave, the Weapon Casting Hall, and the Divine Weapon Ridge lineage..."

If it is difficult to return this time, then I will not return."

The final signature was not the star-patterned seal that Fu Jin usually used, but a private seal with the word "father" that Zhan Yan taught him to carve in his early years.

Counting the time, Master Zhan Yan is over 87 years old this year.

After reading the letter for a long time, until the sun was high in the courtyard, Xu Yunfan raised his head in a daze and looked at the disciple who had been waiting beside him.

"I recognize you. Are you Senior Brother Fu's disciple, Fu Li?"

He remembered that Fu Jin had said that Fu Li was a talented person. He was an abandoned baby he picked up on the way back to Tiangong Cave from Cuibo City in Cangzhou. Fu Jin really raised him with great care.

"Yes, Uncle Xu, when Master told me to give you this letter, I must obey your instructions."

Fu Li's eyes were a little red. He could still vividly remember Fu Jin's hurried departure last night.

"You can go down first. All matters in the Weapon Forging Hall will continue as usual. We'll discuss this after your master returns... If there's anything you can't decide, come find me immediately. If you have any questions about martial arts training and weapon forging later, come find me directly."

"Yes!"

Fu Li agreed at first, then said, "Uncle Master, you will need to go and take a look at the new disciples that will be admitted to the Weapon Casting Hall in two days..."

"Just call me when the time comes."

After Fu Li left, Xu Yunfan carefully folded the letter and put it in the drawer under the desk inside the house. If he kept it on his body, he could easily tear it apart with the surge of energy in the event of a fight.

This letter can be considered as a letter of entrustment.

A considerable section of the text is devoted to advising him not to be lazy and to practice diligently.

"Brother, you really gave me a very difficult problem."

Xu Yunfan let out a sigh. This letter almost made him want to leave the sect to look for Fu Jin, but then he was entangled by the matter of the Weapon Casting Hall. If he left, the morale of the Weapon Casting Hall would be truly dispersed.

Fu Li is still young, only seventeen or eighteen years old, and is only at the second level of martial artist, so it is difficult for him to control the overall situation. Only Xu Yunfan, who is known as a genius and can kill the flesh refinement realm with the outer three-in-one realm, can suppress those people with treacherous intentions.

The sudden murder of Bao Yan from Cangfeng Pavilion at that time shocked many people.

Although Bao Yan's strength is not good, he is still half a step away from exchanging blood.

He needs to become stronger quickly in order to cope with the increasingly difficult situation in the future.

The Great Zhou was in complete chaos.
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Yanbei Road, Youzhou capital Beiliang, is only separated from Jiuyao Sect of Jiuyao Prefecture by Shuozhou.

As the north wind from the distant mountains, carrying the smell of rust, blew against the city bricks, the lookouts on the top of Beiliang City saw a shadow creeping on the horizon.

Thirty thousand dragon-scale armors simultaneously reflected the morning sun, spreading a flickering blood-red light across the plain. The sound of armor plates colliding came along with the roar of the ground, actually drowning out the bronze gongs that sounded the warning on the city wall.

"Enemy attack!!!"

The sentry on the top of the city shot a cloud-piercing arrow into the sky with a shrill roar, and the whistle instantly resounded throughout the city.

The battlements of the Beiliang city wall were shaking.

As the torrent of armor rolled over the moat, the iron-clad gate at the south gate of Beiliang was emitting a dying wail.

The moment eight hundred javelins tore through the morning mist, the crossbowmen defending the city saw a scene they would never forget.

The Eagle Scouts' bare right arms were knotted with muscles, and the moment the fine steel javelins left their hands, the spear shafts were squeezed by the huge force, making a crisp sound as if the wood fibers were breaking.

When the spear tip penetrated the iron-clad shield, the Beiliang warrior holding the shield was shocked and retreated three steps. The blood oozing from the tiger's mouth turned into red plums on the shield.

When Tuoba Lie's combat boots crushed the first stone slab for crossing the river, Zhao Duanhai, the captain of Beiliang City and known as the Northern Spear King, was twisting his waist and delivering his spear on the battlement.

The two-meter-long iron spear turned into a cold star and went straight for the throat, but the meteorite battle axe hit the spear shaft from bottom to top.

The two huge forces collided, and the sleeves of Zhao Duanhai's arms burst with a "sizzling" sound, revealing the green veins on his forearms that were jumping like living snakes.

The spear shaft bent into an arc with a harsh friction sound. Tuoba Lie suddenly turned his body and hips, and the battle axe swung and chopped with the strength of his waist. The axe blade scraped out three-foot-long sparks on the bricks and stones of the city wall.

At this time, the gate of the city wall let out a dying groan.

The back muscles of the four shirtless strongmen were stretched like steel plates as the rams were pulled back. When the iron-clad ram hit the door hinge for the third time, the strongest strongman suddenly roared, and the veins on his neck bulged like earthworms.

Amid the crisp sound of the door hinge breaking, his spine creaked under the heavy load, but he still maintained the posture of pushing the mountain with a bow stance until the city gate collapsed.

"Feng Ya!"

Tuoba Lie's voice was like thunder.

The heavily armored infantry in the front row held their shields with their shoulders, their leg muscles bulging. When the triangular formation of tower shields collided with the sword formation of the Beiliang City army, the sound of metal clashing was mixed with the crisp sound of broken tibias.

The strong man holding the double halberds rushed through the gap in the shield formation, locked the two machetes with the halberd tips and twisted them suddenly. The wrist joints of the Cangzhou martial artist suddenly twisted in the opposite direction, and wood chips from the knife handles fell from between his fingers.

(There will be another chapter later)
(End of this chapter)