The world of martial arts, the immortal swordsman in the mortal realm.

Chapter 214, page 229: A True God Among Mortals, Unparalleled in the World
God is dead!
The god of the grasslands was slain by the god of the Central Plains!
The Turks were utterly disoriented, and then, as if a mountain had collapsed, the entire army was routed.

When Bi Xuan's blazing aura suddenly disappeared, and when Jieli and Tuli spurred their horses and fled, even toppling their flags to avoid being pursued by Lu Chen, the Turkic army, already in chaos under the onslaught of the Xuanjia Iron Cavalry, completely collapsed in morale.

This collapse was irreversible.

The morale of the Turkic army collapsed, and they fled in panic.

However, due to the fierce battle that lasted for most of the day, the 100,000-strong Turkic army, which originally stretched for dozens of miles, all gathered in the area of ​​the battlefield. The terrain was a river valley plain with a river on one side and a mountain on the other. In addition, three thousand Xuanjia Iron Cavalry charged from the south. The Turkic cavalry could only flee north in a swarm.

The limited terrain and the overly dense troop concentration severely hampered the speed at which the Turkic cavalry could escape.

When the Xuanjia Iron Cavalry, divided into three teams, swept in like three giant iron brooms, carrying towering waves of blood, many Turks who were disoriented and whose path was blocked couldn't help but reveal their ferocious wolf-like nature, fiercely swinging their scimitars and spears at their comrades blocking their way.

In the struggle for survival, people trample on each other and even kill each other; this is the norm for the defeated side when the army is in complete collapse.

In the river valley plain.

The dense sound of horses' hooves, like rolling thunder, echoed repeatedly over the valley.

The earth trembled, the rivers surged, and even the sky seemed to tremble.

The black-armored knight rode like the wind, his lance gleaming, viciously piercing through one human body after another.

The sharp saber flashed with chilling light, tearing through fragile flesh and splattering hot blood.

Li Shimin's bow was like thunderbolts, and his continuous barrage of heavy arrows rained down like a storm; with each arrow, an enemy would fall from his horse.

Yuchi Jingde's long spear gleamed coldly; before its sharp edge, no enemy could withstand a single blow.

Li Jing and Hong Fu Nu, husband and wife, wielded their two long spears like two dragons stirring up the sea, leaving a trail of blood mist wherever they went.

Pang Yu, Duan Zhixuan, Hou Junji, Zhai Changsun, Zhang Shigui...

One after another, renowned generals and masters each led a hundred cavalrymen, brandishing their spears and charging forward, their iron cavalry charging invincible!
Yun Shuai also carried a long spear, controlled his horse with both legs, and held the spear in both hands. With a flick of the spearhead, a sharp aura like cold stars appeared, and the Turkic cavalry who touched it died instantly.

Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling charged side by side, pursuing the fleeing enemy. Kou Zhong's Well Moon Blade gleamed like a rainbow, slaying any enemy he saw. Xu Ziling's spear trembled, killing enemies like flies.

Li Xiuning, Lian Rou, Dugu Feng, Wanwan, and Shi Feixuan rode in front like arrows, their five long spears striking in turn. Enemy riders fell in droves, while the black-armored cavalry followed in formation. The hundred riders were like iron plows breaking through the ground, carving out a bloody storm in the enemy ranks!
on the hill.

Lu Chen leaned on his black iron spear, looking down at the one-sided battlefield below.

This battle was started by him and has the most direct cause and effect with him. Every person on his side who participated in the battle, whether it was his sword spirit or the Xuanjia Army knights, all their gains were harvesting the calamity energy for him.

As the illusory aura of calamity around him solidified into tangible form, Lu Chen gradually forgot the pain in his chest wound, and his fighting spirit began to surge once more.

He raised his Xuan Tie Spear, gave a whistle, and a fiery red steed galloped over like the wind, nuzzling his hand affectionately.

Lu Chen mounted his horse and pointed his spear at the battlefield:
"We promised to send more Turks down to keep Bi Xuan company, we can't break our promise. Let's go, let's go and have another good slaughter!"

The tall, majestic steed let out a long neigh, raised its front hooves, and stomped heavily on the ground, kicking up a cloud of mud and stones. The heavy hoofbeats, like war drums, resounded, and the crimson steed, with its four hooves moving like the wind, charged wildly down the hillside like a raging thunderbolt.

Lu Chen was shirtless, his godlike, perfectly sculpted muscles gleaming in the sunlight. The shocking purplish-blue bruise on his chest did not diminish his majesty; on the contrary, it added to his menacing aura.

These were the wounds inflicted by Bi Xuan.

Having been struck by a near-death blow from a dignified Martial Venerable, he was still able to leap onto his horse, brandish his spear, and charge into battle. What a formidable and terrifying physique he possessed!

Facing the oncoming gale.

Lu Chen's black hair danced wildly, and the dull, lusterless Xuan Tie Spear emitted a fierce, dragon-like roar.

he came!
The god of the Central Plains has returned!
The Turks, already distraught and only knowing how to flee, saw the blood-red, thunderous steed carrying the god-like Lu Chen back into the arena. It was as if they had seen death itself. Everyone disregarded the horse's strength and frantically spurred their horses to flee. Anyone who blocked their way was mercilessly slashed down with a single blow.

They would rather slaughter their comrades than face Lu Chen again!

……

In this battle, Wu Zun Bi Xuan died in battle, Jieli Khan died in the chaos of battle, and Tuli Khan surrendered.

Of the 100,000-strong Turkic army, over 70,000 were killed, their corpses stretching for dozens of miles along the Jing River valley.

Several thousand others surrendered with Tuli, and more than 50,000 fine warhorses and more than 100,000 cattle and sheep were captured.

Li Shimin dispatched Lu Bu, a skilled soldier, to deliver the news. Within a day, the news reached Chang'an, causing a sensation throughout the city.

Three days later.

When Lu Chen returned to Chang'an, Li Yuan personally led all the civil and military officials and nobles to welcome him ten miles outside the city.

Soon, the news spread from Chang'an, and Lu Chen's fame once again resounded throughout the world. Amidst the global shock, there was no longer any doubt about his status.

A true god among men, unparalleled in the world!
……

Lu Chen knew that with his current strength, he was not really a true god among mortals.

Let alone other worlds with higher energy levels, even in this Twin Dragons world, compared to those powerful beings from other eras who are close to "shattering the void," I am not necessarily stronger than them.

Of course, he should be stronger in terms of physique.

After all, Bi Xuan's near-death attack at the breakthrough level, although it left him with a shocking purple-blue bruise, ultimately did not make him lie down, nor did it deprive him of the ability to continue fighting.

Such a physique was probably impossible for even the most powerful beings at the Shattering Realm level in other eras of the Twin Dragons World before they shattered the void.

And this is far from Lu Chen's limit.

Because of this battle, he reaped a massive amount of calamity energy.

Even with Lu Chen's current cultivation level, the calamity energy provided by ordinary cavalry is only moderately effective, but the sheer quantity makes up for it.

That's over 70,000 strands of tribulation energy!
Faced with such a massive number, even the thick and pure tribulation energy of Martial Venerable Bi Xuan seemed insignificant.

And in this world of twin dragons, there will never be another such gain.

Even the Martial Venerable Bi Xuan, leading an army of 100,000, was smashed to pieces in front of him. In this world of Twin Dragons, who would dare to provoke him?

Speaking of which, no one knows where Lao Chao went. On the battlefield, he was clearly seen mingling with Jieli Khan. Later, he ran away with Jieli. Then, Jieli was unexpectedly caught up and killed by the female generals Li Xiuning, Dugu Feng and others, but Lao Chao had disappeared without a trace.

Perhaps he jumped into the Jing River and escaped by swimming away?

Old Chao is from the South China Sea, so he must be quite a good swimmer.

Even if Lao Chao escapes, he probably won't be able to persuade anyone else to come and deliver him.

Even if the passive effect of "calamity energy" is very powerful, someone still needs to harbor deep malice towards him and constantly ponder him before the calamity enters his mind and he gradually loses his mind and reason.

But given his current reputation, even those who have irreconcilable conflicts with him would probably feel nothing but awe at the mere mention of the name "Lu Chen." Moreover, with his good reputation, who could possibly have an irreconcilable conflict with him?
There are no such people anymore.

Lu Chen was slightly disappointed.

But then I thought, one shouldn't be too greedy. This harvest has already been quite substantial. Having refined so much tribulation energy, I don't even know how far my "internal organ refinement" cultivation will go.

Refining so much tribulation energy will also be a huge test for his mind.

Refining the calamity energy would awaken the evil thoughts in his heart that leaned towards killing and destruction.

Once you lose control, you'll become a "demon of calamity" who only knows how to kill.

Therefore, these more than 70,000 strands of tribulation energy must not only be refined slowly and steadily, but also must not be rushed. In addition, one should do more things that are beneficial to body and mind, and use the beauty of life to counteract the impulse to destroy and kill.

Just like now.

Lishan Palace.

Nine Dragons Palace Imperial Pool.

Lu Chen half-reclined, half-sitting on the white marble recliner in the pool, his hands resting on the dragon-patterned armrests.

Dugu Feng and Lian Rou knelt on either side of him, massaging his shoulders and arms.

Xiao Feng'er is very serious about his work; when he says he'll give a massage, he means it. Lian Rou, on the other hand, is a bit absent-minded. Not only is she staring at his perfectly smooth muscle lines with a look of fascination, but her fingers are also occasionally tracing and caressing along the muscle lines, without giving a single thought of giving a massage.

Lu Chen didn't care.

Because he was enjoying Princess Xiuning's devoted service.

Before him, on the surface of the hot spring, floated several strands of jet-black hair, resembling seaweed.

Her beautiful hair swayed gently, and bubbles occasionally rose to the surface of the water below.

A master of internal martial arts can stay underwater for a very long time.

Li Xiuning then submerged underwater, making sounds with her tongue wagging and her lips moving, swallowing and spitting out words.

More than a quarter of an hour passed.

Li Xiuning had just surfaced when a shy smile appeared on her bright and beautiful face. She climbed onto the seat, straddled Lu Chen, and gently swayed her slender waist and pert buttocks.

That was just the appetizer; now comes the main course.

Princess Xiuning is as brave as she is on the battlefield, and tonight she will be the vanguard, taking the lead.

……

The top of Feishuang Hall.

Shi Feixuan sat on the roof ridge, resting her chin on one hand, gazing at the moonlit night sky, her thoughts drifting and wandering.

Logically speaking, her mission of being born and walking should have been almost complete—

In the Battle of Jingzhou, the Martial Venerable Bi Xuan died in battle, and the two Khans, one died and the other surrendered. The main force of the Turks was almost completely wiped out. The former overlord of the grasslands was completely defeated and no longer had the strength to bully the Central Plains.

The Western Turks will also be deterred by this battle, and even if they take the opportunity to clean up the mess on the grasslands, they will never dare to covet the Central Plains again.

With Xue Ju and his son pacified, the foundation of the Guanzhong region has been completely secured. Furthermore, the Turks have ceased their interference in the chaos of the Central Plains. Given the current strength and influence of the Li Tang dynasty, coupled with its good relationship with Lu Chen, unifying the country is only a matter of time.

The sect's mission can be said to be largely completed at this point.

In terms of personal cultivation, he has already mastered "Sword Heart Clarity" and has successfully refined his mind in the mortal world.

Logically speaking, Shi Feixuan should have been able to return to her sect and focus on her cultivation.

But for some reason, she didn't want to leave at all.

It wasn't because she had committed murder and dared not return to the mountain to face her master.

Now, with a clear understanding of the Dao and a clear mind of the sword, she has long been aware that "if I don't go to hell, who will?"

So this time, she also followed Lu Chen to the battlefield, riding her horse and charging into battle, showing no fear of killing.

With her current clear and insightful mind, even if her master blames her for it, she will not feel any regret or waver, nor will she feel any fear.

The reason I don't want to go back to the mountain...

"You're thinking about men."

Wanwan's voice suddenly rang in her ears.

"no!"

Shi Feixuan denied it outright, but a faint blush rose on her cheeks.

Wanwan, her robes fluttering and her bare feet like jade, gracefully walked to her side and sat down three feet away. She glanced at the sword spirit mark between her brows, then looked ahead, resting her chin on her hands, gazing at the moon that Shi Feixuan had just been staring at, and said with a smile:
"Buddhist disciples do not lie!"

"Really do not have."

Although Shi Feixuan blushed slightly, her tone was not guilty.

Just before Wanwan spoke, the image of that fiery red horse flashed through her mind, and before she could even think of the man on its back, Wanwan interrupted her thoughts.

Since she hasn't had time to think about men yet, it's not considered lying.

"Huh, you really aren't thinking about men?"

Wanwan turned her head, glanced at Shi Feixuan in surprise, then winked at her and said with a grin:

Have you thought about it now?

"..."

Well, now Shi Feixuan really does think of the man on the red horse, with his black hair flowing freely and his figure as perfect as a god.

Upon seeing Shi Feixuan's expression, Wanwan already knew what was going on, and chuckled softly:
"You can never go back to Cihang Jingzhai."

Shi Feixuan pursed her lips and said solemnly:

"As long as I want to go back to the mountains, I will definitely be able to go back."

Wanwan shook her head:
Even if you force yourself to return to the mountains, your heart will not be there.

As she spoke, she raised her hand and gently patted Shi Feixuan's shoulder:

“Your heart no longer belongs to Cihang Jingzhai.”

"..."

Shi Feixuan wanted to say something, but in the end, she remained silent.

Wanwan then changed the subject:
"You still owe me a life."

"what?"

Shi Feixuan was somewhat bewildered.

Wanwan placed her hand on Shi Feixuan's shoulder and patted it gently twice more.

“You were distracted and let my hand land on your shoulder… If I wanted to kill you, you would already be dead.”

"..."

Shi Feixuan was speechless. Wanwan's argument was clearly sophistry. With her current clear sword heart, even if she was not focused, she would be alert instantly if Wanwan's hand, which was about to pat her shoulder, carried even the slightest bit of malice.

Under the illumination of the Clear Sword Heart, the body will react automatically in advance to deal with Wanwan's sneak attack.

Your Heavenly Demon Art hasn't even reached the eighteenth level yet, but my realm is much higher than yours. You can no longer sneak up on me.

Shi Feixuan thought to herself.

However, she also knew that arguing with the Yin Gui demoness was pointless, so she could only smile helplessly.
"Alright, I guess I owe Senior Sister Wan my life. I wonder how Senior Sister Wan would like me to repay you?"

"It's nothing."

Wanwan's expression was solemn, and her tone was very serious:
"I have only one request for you."

"any request?"

"You are not allowed to climb into Lu Chen's bed before me."

"..."

Shi Feixuan's pretty face instantly flushed red with embarrassment.

[I haven't finished writing Chapter 2 yet. I'll post it when it's done. Please vote with your monthly tickets!]

(End of this chapter)