The Legend of the Condor Heroes: From Being Expelled from Peach Blossom Island

Chapter 431 Mongolian Shamans
Wu Chengyu was about to do something big, something that could change the course of world history, something he never dared to even think about back then: assassinate Genghis Khan.

This is completely different from the assassination of Shi Miyuan. Before Shi Miyuan was killed, the pro-war faction of the Southern Song Dynasty had been completely destroyed by him. After Shi Miyuan's death, the surrender faction was still in power, only the person in charge had changed and the methods of doing things were different.

The Southern Song Dynasty would only become more and more corrupt, and its eventual demise would not change at all. It only made Wu Chengyu famous throughout the world. And the word "famous throughout the world" should be put in quotes because basically no one knew who was behind it.

The significance of assassinating Genghis Khan far exceeded that of assassinating Shi Miyuan. The difference was that at this time, Genghis Khan had just nominally unified Mongolia and had not yet moved south to graze his horses. To the rest of the world, he was just a barbarian leader of the Mongolian grasslands, not worth mentioning at all.

The Jin royal family knew about Temujin and considered him a potential threat, but they could never have imagined that if Temujin had not died, the Mongols would have been able to quickly destroy the Jin dynasty in just a few years when they marched south.

As for other places, such as the Southern Song Dynasty, the court and the public probably had no idea that Temujin existed at this time.

Therefore, after the assassination was successful, it was hardly news in the eyes of the world, far less shocking than the death of Shi Miyuan. Thinking of this, Wu Chengyu felt a little sorry for Temujin.

No matter how talented or ambitious this person was, or what impact his death would have, once he died, he would not make any waves in the history books, and the historians who recorded history would not waste a single word on the death of a Mongol tribal leader.

The reason for letting Guo Jing and the others set off for half a month before turning back to make their move was to ensure complete safety. After another half month, Guo Jing and the others would be able to leave the Mongolian grasslands. Once Wu Chengyu found Temujin and successfully assassinated him, even if the Mongols suspected Wu Chengyu, Guo Jing and the others would still be safe.

Wu Chengyu was extremely cautious about assassinating Temujin. Based on the nature of those fan fiction novels he had read in his previous life, who knew if Temujin, a key figure who could influence the world, might have some kind of world will? Although he hadn't felt that there was any mysterious existence in the world he had transmigrated to.

Take this vast grassland, for example. The Mongol cavalry is indeed powerful, undoubtedly the strongest army in the history of cold weapon warfare in the world. However, they don't really have any martial arts masters. The masters that Temujin has recruited to deal with Wu Chengyu these days are not even worthy of his attention.

The only one who seemed to have some skill, yet never took action, was that old Mongolian man, who happened to be a genuine Mongolian.

Based on nearly a year of observation, shamans do exist in Mongolia. These people hold a very high status in the eyes of the Mongols. They never concern themselves with the wars between tribes, but since Temujin unified the Mongolian grasslands, shamans have begun to appear around him.

Wu Chengyu originally intended to assassinate them, but after discovering these shamans, he was prepared to kill them by force. Although he couldn't see what abilities these shamans had besides pretending to be gods and ghosts, Wu Chengyu was already used to the sudden appearance of characters not in the original story in this world.

After Wu Chengyu rode away from Guo Jing and his group, he headed northwest. After about two days, he saw a hundred riders in front of him. They were not Mongol cavalry, but martial arts practitioners who had joined Temujin's cause.

The leader was the old Mongolian man, but Wu Chengyu's gaze was focused on the other three people, the shamans he had been somewhat worried about. Only the unknown is worth being wary of.

Temujin doesn't have many shamans around him now, only four or five in total, and he sent three of them this time.

Wu Chengyu carefully examined the three shamans. They were strangely shaped, with their hair dyed in various colors, their faces smeared with paint, and some ornaments that looked like they were made of human bones. For some reason, they gave off a non-mainstream vibe.

Their gazes toward Wu Chengyu were utterly devoid of goodwill, as if they were looking at a demon about to blaspheme their faith.

At this moment, Wu Chengyu couldn't help but wonder if there really was a world will. When he decided to kill Temujin, these shamans sensed something and prepared to deal with him.
As for why they happened to be here to ambush Wu Chengyu, Wu Chengyu was not surprised at all. Ever since he made a pact with Temujin, he had always been under surveillance. Even when they suddenly packed their bags and headed south, these people were always keeping a distance behind them.

The person most familiar with the group was naturally the old Mongolian man. He squinted, and the wrinkles on his face were so deep that his true features were almost unrecognizable.

"Since Mr. Wu returned to Jiangnan with Guo Jing and the others, why did he return alone in secret? He must have some ulterior motive."

Wu Chengyu shifted his gaze from the three shamans to the old Mongolian man. This old man was actually quite interesting. He never made a move, but his martial arts skills were definitely extraordinary and could not be hidden from Wu Chengyu's eyes. He was at least above the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan.

Moreover, every time he came, it seemed to be to protect Hua Zheng. He was also kind and gentle to Wu Chengyu and the others, just like those Mongolian herdsmen at the lowest level. Sometimes, when Zhang Asheng was killing a sheep, he would even come over to help.

"We've met a few times already, but I still don't know your name."

"Old man, my name is Tarim. I'm just an ordinary Mongolian, nothing special."

Wu Chengyu thought to himself, "You're kidding me. The name Tarim comes from Xinjiang. It originally came from the Tarim River, but people in later generations mainly know it as the Tarim Basin."

Tarim means barren land, which is not a good omen. Wu Chengyu has lived here for almost a year and doesn't think any Mongolian would use Tarim as a name.

Whether the old man was lying or not is irrelevant; that was just the opening, and the main event is yet to come.

Wu Chengyu said, "I just remembered that I didn't have time to say goodbye to some old friends before I left, which would have made me seem very impolite. So I'm heading back now. I'll leave again in ten days or half a month at most after I see my old friends again."

Tarim shook his head: "The Khan said that this grassland does not welcome you. Although there was a one-year period, since you have left ahead of schedule, the one-year period is invalid. Mr. Wu, you should leave and there is no need to look back."

“There are very few people in the world who can control me, Wu Chengyu. Besides, you Mongols have always believed that might makes right. With my abilities, there is nowhere in the world I can't go. If you want to restrict me, Temujin is not qualified.”

These words enraged the Mongols, especially the three Mongol shamans. In their eyes, Temujin was the Mongol king ordained by the Eternal Heaven, and no one could be allowed to desecrate him. Now was the perfect time to strike. At the command of the three shamans, the hundreds of martial arts masters they had recruited rushed forward. Clearly, they knew that Wu Chengyu's martial arts were extremely high, and now they could only rely on numbers to win.

The three shamans didn't make a move, while the old Mongolian man Tarim stood guard behind them.

A hundred people besieging one person is indeed a good method in a low-level martial arts world. If they were to encounter the other four great masters, it would be enough to make them retreat.

However, Wu Chengyu was the least afraid of being surrounded in the world. His lightness skill was already unparalleled, and after learning the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique), he made up for his last weakness. In a small area, he could do whatever he wanted, and those who surrounded him were always fighting him one-on-one.

Two streaks of light, one black and one white, streaked across the sky, changing direction nimbly as if they were alive. Within a ten-zhang radius of Wu Chengyu, the Black and White Impermanence each time they flashed by, they took a life.

Wu Chengyu also took the initiative to attack, his figure flashing repeatedly, appearing in front of one person each time. Since there were many opponents, he could no longer show off by twisting other people's necks. Instead, he used the Gale Leg Technique, his legs as swift as the wind, each kick accompanied by screams and the sound of bones breaking.

In just a few breaths, Wu Chengyu's legs flashed repeatedly, and with the merciless spinning of the Black and White Impermanence, more than a dozen people were killed on the spot by Wu Chengyu.

The next development will inevitably be that Wu Chengyu uses his lightness skill to kill all these people; there will be no surprises.

But accidents are beyond human control. Just as Wu Chengyu was wreaking havoc, he heard a buzzing sound in his ear, like a swarm of bees flying all over the place. But it was actually the sound of chanting. The difference was that it was not a Buddhist scripture, but the sound of some unknown shamanic ritual.

Wu Chengyu turned his head and saw that the three non-mainstream people had dismounted and were standing in a row, gesturing wildly and chanting incantations as they danced.

However, the sounds they made were intertwined, interfering with Wu Chengyu's attack. Wu Chengyu's offensive immediately slowed down, while the attackers seemed to have gone mad, swinging their weapons even faster.

This interference actually disrupted Wu Chengyu's microscopic perception. He was able to move freely amidst the attack of a hundred people. In addition to his unparalleled lightness skill, the most important thing was that his microscopic perception allowed him to quickly judge the flaws and gaps in the enemy's attack and anticipate their moves.

The disruption to his microscopic perception made Wu Chengyu somewhat sluggish in the encirclement, far less adept than before.

Wu Chengyu thought to himself, "Just as I thought. These shamans are definitely not just charlatans."

Wu Chengyu had also encountered this method of interfering with subtle states of mind with special sounds. When he was assassinating the Jin people at the Da Ci'en Temple in Chang'an, he met a group of Tantric lamas.

These lamas did not practice kung fu; instead, they disturbed others with a peculiar chanting sound. At that time, Wu Chengyu happened to be hiding in the Great Ci'en Temple and was almost discovered by the lamas. It was also the first time he realized that such an ability existed in this world.

Unexpectedly, in addition to Tantric lamas, these Mongolian shamans also possessed such abilities. Moreover, these shamans' abilities were even more complex than those of the lamas, as they could actually stimulate the experts who were besieging him, making these people impulsive and fearless of death.

What is this? An orc shaman from Blood of the Beast? He, Wu Chengyu, is not Liu Zhenhan.

But at this moment, Wu Chengyu felt relieved. What he was afraid of was whether these shamans had some strange and supernatural tricks. At this moment, such a method of attacking with sound waves had not exceeded the ability limits of this world.

The Wu Chengyu of today is not the same as he was at the Great Ci'en Temple. Back then, his martial arts skills were at most on par with Qiu Qianren, but now he is definitely at the level of the Five Greats.

Moreover, at that time he had just acquired the art of verbal persuasion and could only use ultrasound to influence other people's subconscious. After several years of research, especially after incorporating the Xiaoyao Sect's sound transmission and soul-searching technique, he could completely use ultrasound to interfere with these shamans' sonic attacks.

While Wu Chengyu dodged and weaved to avoid the attacks from those around him, he was just about to speak and emit ultrasonic waves.

Three screams were heard from the other side. Wu Chengyu turned around abruptly and found that the three shamans who had been dancing around just now had their skulls shattered and were lying on the ground, unable to get up.

Standing beside them was the same old Mongolian man, Tarim, holding two small hammers in his hands, smiling as he looked at Wu Chengyu. Clearly, these three shamans had been ambushed; Tarim's hammers had shattered their Six Yang Chiefs to pieces.

As soon as the three shamans stopped their sonic waves, Wu Chengyu's microscopic realm immediately returned to normal. On the contrary, the martial artists who had just been controlled by the shamans' sonic waves became somewhat bewildered. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wu Chengyu attacked with all his might, and the Black and White Impermanence hovered up and down in mid-air.

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, all of these people were killed by Wu Chengyu. A few who tried to escape were stopped by Tarim in time. All of these guys sent by Temujin to monitor and obstruct Wu Chengyu, except for Tarim, died here.

Wu Chengyu looked at Tarim again. Now it seemed that he was a friend rather than an enemy, but he couldn't help but wonder about Tarim's true identity. Just like the fake name he gave, this person's background was somewhat strange.

Tarim walked up to Wu Chengyu in a very generous manner, put away the small hammer in his hand, and cupped his hands to Wu Chengyu.

"Yan Hexiang has met the son-in-law."

(End of this chapter)