Zhu Tian: A journey of spiritual practice starting from Joy of Life

Chapter 243 Western Xia Grain and Supplies Camp
"As expected of a veteran of the martial arts world, his prestige is so high that he can resolve all of this so easily."

Leng Feibai watched as the two of them worked together to deal with the troublemaking outlaws, and continued to think to himself, "But this matter is probably quite serious. Even the deputy leader of the Beggars' Sect and the Xuan-generation monks from Shaolin Temple have come! I just don't know if the Xixia Yipintang has been established yet, but even if it has, it's just a few more small fry."

With that thought, Leng Feibai turned and left, heading towards the inn in the city.

At the same time, three small birds flew out of his sleeve and headed towards the outside of the city to investigate where the Western Xia army was stationed.

Although many martial artists have poured into the city, there are still seven or eight inns of various sizes in the city.

But the sudden arrival of so many martial artists threw the city into chaos.

On his way to find an inn, Leng Feibai encountered no fewer than three or four street fights.

The most serious incident involved two martial artists of unknown origin who got drunk and started arguing in the street, which escalated into a fight. During the fight, they punched a hole in the wall next to them, which angered another martial artist who was using the outhouse inside.

Enraged, the man immediately severed the two men's limbs, destroyed their dantian (energy centers), and threw them onto the street.

Therefore, the beggars from the Beggars' Sect and the monks from Shaolin Temple who came to help had to work together to mediate the disputes on the streets in order to barely stabilize the situation.

"Sir, would you like to stay at an inn?"

Seeing that Leng Feibai was young, the shop owner originally wanted to take the opportunity to extort money from him.

But after seeing Leng Feibai easily throw a seven-foot-tall, burly man who had come looking for trouble out of the inn, he dismissed the idea.

"I'll stay here for a few days!"

As Leng Feibai spoke, he took out a silver ingot from his pocket and placed it inside the room.

The shopkeeper accepted the silver with a grin and instructed the waiter to take Leng Feibai to a superior room on the second floor.

After resting for a while, we enjoyed a special meal.

Night fell quickly, and the inn, filled with various noises, arguments, and strange groans, was filled with the presence of many martial arts practitioners.

Frustrated, Leng Feibai raised his hand and set up a soundproof barrier, cutting off the sounds around him.

So Leng Feibai rested in the inn for about two or three days. On the fourth day, just after Leng Feibai finished lunch, a noisy shouting came from the street.

"Marshal Yang has returned to the city! All those who came to support the martial arts community, please gather at the West Square!"

Upon hearing this, Leng Feibai put down his chopsticks, pushed open the door, and went out.

In no time, a group of martial arts practitioners arrived at the West Square of the city.

Upon arrival, we saw nearly two or three hundred people gathered in the square.

At the very front of the square, a large tent had been erected.

The officer who had been at the camp gate earlier stood at the tent entrance, holding a list in his hand, and said, "Gentlemen, those whose names are called later, please enter the tent to discuss military affairs with the Marshal. Qin Family Village, Yao Gongwang!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure stepped out from the crowd, a ghost-head saber at his waist, followed by two disciples who also carried sabers, and they entered the tent together.

After the officer recited three or four names in a jumbled manner, he then uttered a name that surprised everyone.

"Xiaoyao Valley, Leng Feibai!"

Upon hearing this, Leng Feibai, dressed in white, walked towards the camp.

The other martial arts practitioners, seeing Leng Feibai's appearance, began to chatter amongst themselves.

"Xiaoyao Valley, what kind of martial arts force is this? I've never heard of it!"

"I heard it's a newly established sect in Luoyang, and it's said that Yama's enemy, Xue Muhua, is an elder of that sect!"

"Then they sent over a white-haired boy. This little kid looks like a weakling, but he's more handsome than the singers in the brothels."

Hearing the voice behind him, Leng Feibai felt a surge of anger. He turned around abruptly and pressed his hand down.

The Five Elements Force Field. An immense force descended from the sky, instantly pressing everyone present to the ground, leaving them with a mouthful of dirt.

Leng Feibai left a few people alive; otherwise, even if they didn't die, they would have coughed up blood.

"Humph"

Leng Feibai snorted coldly, turned around and dispelled the Five Elements Force Field, then entered the military camp.

As the immense force vanished, the group of martial arts practitioners scrambled to their feet, their eyes filled with a mixture of shock and anger.

But no one dared to say anything. Several knowledgeable people were secretly surprised. The young man in front of them was not old, but his cultivation was unfathomable. What kind of sect was Xiaoyao Valley?

Upon entering the tent, Leng Feibai immediately saw an elderly man, over fifty years old, sitting in the center.

Although the man was old, his old eyes were full of decisiveness and fortitude, and the tiger's mouth of his large hands, which were placed on the table, was covered with calluses.

If Leng Feibai wasn't mistaken, this person should be Marshal Yang of this place.

On his left and right sides were Xuan Du and Ma Dayuan.

Leng Feibai cupped his hands in a salute, "Valley Master of Xiaoyao Valley, Leng Feibai, greets Marshal Yang!"

Yang Wenguang stood up and returned the greeting, saying, "You must be the Valley Master of Xiaoyao Valley. I've long heard of Valley Master Leng's great name."

Leng Feibai was confused upon hearing this. He kept a very low profile in the martial arts world, so how could Yang Wenguang possibly know him?

Yang Wenguang looked at Leng Feibai and laughed, "A year ago, I happened to be in Suzhou on official business. I happened to witness the contest between Valley Master Leng and the Ming Cult thieves, it was truly spectacular!"

Leng Feibai smiled after hearing this, and at the same time, his mind was racing to recall the memories from that time, but he could not find any trace of Yang Wenguang in his memory.

Seeing Leng Feibai's expression, Yang Wenguang gestured to the guards in the tent to have Leng Feibai sit down.

Before long, several more figures entered the tent and glanced at Leng Feibai with apprehension.

Once everyone was present, Yang Wenguang stood up and said, "Gentlemen, the Western Xia have invaded our border. I am deeply grateful to you all for coming from so far away to help us."

Upon seeing this, Xuan Du raised his hand in a Buddhist salute and said, "Amitabha, Marshal Yang, you are too kind. To protect our home and country, Shaolin Temple will do its utmost to help."

The others chimed in with a few polite words, indicating that there was no need to be so polite.

Upon hearing this, Marshal Yang raised his hand and clapped his hands. The two guards immediately took out a map and unfolded it in front of everyone.

The location marked on the map is where the Western Xia army was stationed.

"The Western Xia army is stationed in several locations. The first location, with 50,000 troops, is stationed on a plain 60 li outside the city. It is personally led by Helian Chong, the Western Xia's Grand General for the Eastern Expedition, and is ready to attack the city at any time. The second location is the Western Xia army's supply and logistics unit, located 170 li behind the main force. A total of 3,000 troops are stationed here, with a staggering 400,000 shi of grain. As for the third route…"

As Yang Wenguang finished speaking, a cold glint flashed in his eyes. "According to the intelligence gathered by the Beggars' Sect brothers, the Western Xia Kingdom has also recruited the elite experts from all the major sects in the country, preparing to rush in from the direction of Eagle Sorrow Valley, hoping to take the opportunity to assassinate me and important generals in the army."

Ma Dayuan, who was standing to the side, took over the conversation and said in a serious tone, "Our brothers have already gone to Eagle's Sorrow Valley ahead of time, led by Wu Changfeng, the leader of the Daren branch. But just in case, I would like to ask you all to take some men to provide support."

Hearing Ma Dayuan's words, everyone exchanged glances, except for Leng Feibai, whose expression remained calm. At this moment, Yang Wenguang also revealed his plan for gathering the martial arts practitioners.

"I intend to divide you all into three teams. One team will remain in the city to adapt to changing circumstances. Another team will bypass the Western Xia army and burn their food supplies. As for the third team, they will go to Eagle's Sorrow Valley to support Chief Wu! What do you all think?"

Before anyone else could speak, Leng Feibai stood up and asked, "Marshal Yang, I'll handle the burning of the Western Xia's grain supplies on my own!"

Upon hearing this, everyone present looked surprised.

Yang Wenguang couldn't help but say, "Valley Master Leng, the enemy has three thousand elite troops from Western Xia left behind. If you go alone, you'll be like a lamb entering a tiger's den!"

"hehe!"

Leng Feibai chuckled and cupped his hands in greeting, saying, "I do indeed have a way to deal with those three thousand troops. As for how, I'll leave that to you for now. Marshal Yang, I'll take my leave now."

After saying that, Leng Feibai's figure disappeared into the tent, leaving all the experts present astonished.

"What a light gong!"

Xuan Du said calmly, "It seems that Valley Master Leng does indeed have a way to solve the problem of the Western Xia army's food supply. However, just in case, we should send an additional team to follow them and take a look."

Leaving aside the arrangements inside the tent, let's talk about how Leng Feibai ran wildly out of the city after leaving the tent.

According to the map, it flew towards the Western Xia army's camp where they stored grain and fodder.

The camp was a full 230 miles away from the town where Leng Feibai was located, but with Leng Feibai's skill in lightness techniques, he flew to the place where the Western Xia army was storing grain and fodder in just two or three hours.

"Having too much lightness skill isn't always a good thing!"

Leng Feibai looked at the military camp not far away and muttered to himself with a playful expression, "A journey that would take three to five days can be covered in two or three hours. It seems that after we finish here, we'll have to linger here for a while..."

Before he could finish speaking, Leng Feibai's expression changed slightly. In that instant, he actually sensed a powerful aura in the military camp ahead.

In terms of strength, she's roughly on par with the likes of Tianshan Tonglao.

"Does Western Xia have such a master? Could it be Li Qiushui?"

A strange expression flashed across Leng Feibai's face, and an amusement appeared in his eyes.

Regardless of who the guys in the camp are, I'll go over and stretch my muscles first.

Thinking of this, Leng Feibai quickly rushed towards the military camp.

In just a few breaths, Leng Feibai arrived outside the camp and suddenly waved his hand. His powerful true qi transformed into a burst of energy, rushing towards the camp gate.

The massive impact shattered the camp gate into pieces.

The Western Xia soldiers patrolling the gate were also reduced to a cloud of blood mist at that moment.

The commotion attracted the attention of the soldiers left behind in the camp. Before they could take any action, Leng Feibai immediately set up a barrier to block their view, covering the entire military camp.

To prevent these guys from lighting signal fires and alerting the Western Xia army for reinforcements.

Before long, soldiers from the military camp rushed over, armed with spears and machetes.

Seeing Leng Feibai standing alone at the door, the group of Western Xia soldiers were filled with rage.

"I am Leng Feibai from Xiaoyao Valley!"

Leng Feibai casually revealed his name, "I've come here only to ask you all to die!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the Western Xia soldiers blushed.

Leng Feibai's words were like adding fuel to the fire, forcing the group of people to rush forward one by one.

Upon seeing this, Leng Feibai's lips curled up, and the five-colored true qi transformed into two long whips that attached themselves to his hands.

Without using any special moves, he simply used basic attacks to strike at the group of soldiers.

The double whips were ruthless, sweeping away fallen leaves like autumn winds, shattering the chest bones and heart vessels of the Western Xia soldiers, who fell to the ground one by one, unable to get up.

Just as Leng Feibai was getting into the killing frenzy, two figures descended from the sky, one wielding an iron cone and the other a giant axe, and charged at Leng Feibai together.

Upon seeing the two, Leng Feibai's eyes flashed with curiosity. He raised his leg high and slashed down, creating a huge wave of true qi that forced the two back. He then said, "Who are you? State your name!"

"Damn Central Plains people!"

The man wielding the iron awl cursed, "I'm your grandfather, you little bastard, how dare you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Leng Feibai, his face ashen, transformed into a gust of wind and rushed behind the man. He swung his hand and plunged it directly into the man's neck, tearing out a bright red spine.

"You piece of trash, you dare to call me your grandfather!"

Leng Feibai cursed and looked directly at the axe-wielding man beside him.

Upon seeing this, the man's expression changed drastically. Looking at Leng Feibai's appearance, he gritted his teeth, swung his wheel-shaped axe, and charged towards Leng Feibai like Garen activating his third skill.

"interesting!"

Leng Feibai, who was quite angry, regained some of his composure and was about to spar with this guy when...

A group of Western Xia lackeys rushed over with bows and arrows, and began shooting at Leng Feibai.

"Humph!"

Leng Feibai snorted coldly, his arms waving continuously, and powerful energy emanated from his robe sleeves.

Whether it was the axe of the expert in front of them or the arrows released by the Western Xia soldiers, they were all shattered to pieces by Leng Feibai's true qi.

Two fingers extinguish the path, falling back into the cycle of reincarnation.
Leng Feibai brought two fingers of his left hand together and unleashed a burst of five-colored true qi, which instantly transformed into lightning. The Xixia soldiers, unable to dodge, were instantly shattered into fragments on the ground.

"You are not human, you are a demon!"

The axe-wielding man roared and swung his axe in a powerful, split-mountain-like motion, aiming it at Leng Feibai.

Seeing this, Leng Feibai ignored him and raised his hand to grab, and a golden blade flew out in an instant, directly severing the head of the axe-wielding man.

Just then, a man dressed as a Western Xia officer arrived with his troops.

Upon seeing Leng Feibai wreaking havoc in his camp, the Western Xia officer was furious and shouted, "Where did this Central Plains barbarian come from, daring to come and break into my camp alone!"

Upon hearing this, Leng Feibai turned to look at the young officer in front of him and coldly questioned, "And who are you? With so few men, you think you can stop me!"

Upon hearing this, the Western Xia officer immediately announced his name, "I am Helian Tieshu. Boy, if you know what's good for you, kneel down and surrender, or you won't even have a whole corpse left!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a cold glint flashed in Leng Feibai's eyes, and he sneered, "You dare to say such things? I think it would be more appropriate for the woman behind you to say them."

(End of this chapter)