Wan Jian returns to his clan!

Chapter 175 Disciples' Hearts Turn to Each Other, Dark Clouds Loom Over the City

"Your Excellency, please be patient. My Mingxin Hall is overwhelmed with staff, and the government office is also too busy to help. We are afraid we can't do anything about it."

Besides, the extent of our involvement in Dongjun affairs requires the personal approval of the young master of my Tianxing Sect. Lord Cui, seeking my help is useless.”

As soon as Lu Wubing reached the central hall, he heard Cheng Liangyu speaking slowly and deliberately.

A sense of joy welled up inside me.

Thinking that after Senior Sister Cheng resolved the crisis at Mingxin Hall, her temperament became less bitter and fierce, and more calm and composed.

At this moment, Mingming really wanted to get involved in the affairs of the government office, but he insisted on making the other party beg him to come to his door. After a lot of back and forth, he reluctantly agreed.

This approach was indeed pre-planned by Lu Wubing.

From afar, one could see that Governor Cui looked gaunt and his beard was disheveled. He seemed to have not slept well for days and nights; his eyes were as red as a rabbit's, and his eyeshadow was as dark as ink.

They look like they're having a really bad time.

"I implore Master Cheng to extend a helping hand and assist Dongjun in overcoming this calamity, considering our many years of friendship."

The three classes of officials are now in disarray, and they urgently need a capable leader to take charge.

Otherwise, if the bandits cannot be controlled, chaos will inevitably break out in Dongjun, which will be extremely detrimental to Mingxintang.

Governor Cui pleaded desperately, as if he had no other choice but to turn to Mingxin Hall for help.

After pondering the meaning of those words for a moment, Lu Wubing understood what Old Man Cui Ning was thinking.

He was really scared.

People like that won't give up until they've hit rock bottom.

When you're outmatched, you have to admit defeat.

Regardless of whether he deeply resented Mingxin Hall or hated the disciples of Tianxing Sect to the core.
He must take responsibility for his own life and property.

A son can be reborn after he dies, but a life can only be given to one person.

Moreover, besides his two dead sons, his eldest son, Cui Wenfang, was still alive and well.

He also has one wife and eight concubines. It is said that one of the concubines is already pregnant and will give birth to a big, healthy boy or a girl in six months.

Under these circumstances, how many men would dare to stand up to Mingxintang and fight to the bitter end?

"It's not that it's impossible... The constables of Dongjun and the Jinghai Division have all been infiltrated by various forces, and the personnel among them are of varying quality. Some of them are really difficult to deal with."

Lu Wubing appeared and, not bothering with beating around the bush with Governor Cui Ning, said directly, "I am quite happy to help Governor Cui solve his problems. However, these two forces need to be completely dispersed and reorganized before they can be used. What does Governor Cui think?"

"It's entirely up to Mr. Lu to decide."

Governor Cui was filled with gratitude. He clapped his hands, and servants brought in several boxes. He smiled and said, "I heard that Mr. Lu is at a critical stage in his cultivation and urgently needs qi-replenishing medicine. My household still has some old ginseng and snow lotus, which can help Mr. Lu."

"You're very kind, Lord Cui."

Don’t reach out to hit the smiling person.

Governor Cui has truly gone all out this time, lowering his stance to the dust.

Looking at the rare and precious medicines revealed inside the opened box, Lu Wubing narrowed his eyes and smiled, saying, "No matter what, Dongjun belongs to Lord Cui. How the merchants passed by in the past will remain the same in the future."

Rest assured, my Heavenly Star Sect isn't one to hog all the profits. Of the profits from the traded goods, the Heavenly Star Sect will only take 80%. The remaining 20% ​​will be distributed among the various parties.

As for Lord Cui's family's safety, there's no need to worry. No matter what, Mingxin Hall will always send people to protect your family, and we will certainly prevent a repeat of that nighttime attack by thieves.”

After presenting his gifts and exchanging pleasantries, Governor Cui Ning left with profuse thanks.

Cheng Liangyu and Lin Wenjing, who was secretly eavesdropping from the side, both burst out laughing.

"Arrogant at first, then obsequious... This man used to be vicious, his eyes like hooks. Every time I saw him, it was like seeing a greedy, insatiable wolf. But I never thought he would have this day."

Cheng Liangyu was deeply moved when she talked about the past.

Lin Wenjing, however, frowned after laughing, and said with some confusion, "Junior Brother, I think this governor is harboring resentment and will not be as submissive as he appears."

"Of course, anyone who isn't as ignorant as a block of wood... would be filled with hatred, their eyes turning red, after losing two sons, an adopted son, a close family elder, and so much wealth."

He suffered such a great loss; if he doesn't harbor resentment, I would actually think more highly of him. This proves that he is indifferent to joy and sorrow, truly a wicked and treacherous person.

Unfortunately, even you can see the overwhelming hatred in him; what could he possibly do?

Lu Wubing coldly said, "Of course he's a smart man. He knows that if he's weaker than others, he has to lie low and endure. He would never do anything provocative or suicidal. The only thing he can do is wait for the right opportunity."

As he spoke, he chuckled softly: "But in this world, where are there so many good opportunities? So many cause and effect retributions? If that were the case, wouldn't it be that only the most impoverished people at the bottom of society would have the last laugh, and that they would harbor the most resentment?"

"Yes, as long as we remain strong, he will never have a chance... On the contrary, with the governor of Dongjun in front of us, whether it's the imperial court or the Prince Gong's Mansion, even the Donghai ronin who secretly come ashore cannot find us immediately."

Cheng Liangyu has figured some things out.

It's not surprising at all why Lu Wubing would kill the other party's two sons and then give him some candy.

Because it's like boiling a frog in lukewarm water; you hit it with a stick, then give it a treat, never pushing it to the brink.

Making things convenient for others also makes things convenient for yourself.

To outsiders, Donghai County was still the Donghai County of the Qingyuan Cui Clan, the Donghai County governed by the imperial court, and certainly not the Donghai County of the Mingxin Hall or even the Tianxing Sect.

A small difference in name can shield you from a lot of storms.

As for the Tianxing Sect, they just need to keep quiet and make a fortune.

In these turbulent times, substance is more important than appearance.

"Seventh Senior Sister's swordsmanship has now broken through, and her Flowing Light Sword technique has reached perfection. When she strikes, thunderous sounds accompany her movements, and she is absolutely no threat to anyone below the Innate Realm."

Lu Wubing glanced at the precious medicine sent by Governor Cui, ordered his servants to carry it to the pharmacy to make medicine, and then began to talk about the next arrangements.

"We need to hurry up with Senior Sister Liangyu. Your swordsmanship has improved across the board, which is a good thing, but you've lost that do-or-die spirit. This hurdle won't be easy to overcome, and if things really don't work out..."

"No, junior brother, I want to try a few more times."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Liangyu's eyes became anxious, and she grabbed Lu Wubing's hand, pleading.

She knew why her feelings had changed.

On that day, her parents died, her family property was seized by a wicked woman, her younger brother fell into enemy hands, and she herself was wanted and forced to flee.

That despair was true despair.

Resentment, unwillingness, hatred, desolation...

That's why we love life even more after experiencing despair and pain.

Lu Wubing was like a ray of light, illuminating her heart and paving the way for her.

It's the immense sense of security that's so captivating.

Whenever she thought of these things, and that Lu Wubing was always by her side, her heart was filled with warmth, and there was no trace of loss or sadness left.

When I think back to the past, I only feel a faint sadness.

When a person has someone to rely on and confidence, their mood changes completely.

It would be extremely difficult to plunge her into a state of despair again.

However, to reach the pinnacle and perfection in swordsmanship, one must inevitably engage with emotions and elevate one's spirit.

Just as the common people say, skill is close to the Tao.

Infuse swordsmanship with soul.

This hurdle is not easy to overcome.

If it were an ordinary practitioner, they would surely rely on their insights gained from long experiences in the mortal world to gradually integrate the imprints of their life into their swordsmanship, naturally approaching the Dao.

But what Lu Wubing is doing now is forcing growth...

Only with the most intense emotions can one sing a lament in despair.

We must fight to the death, to rise from the ashes, and to bring her back to life...

Only by transcending the boundaries of life and death can one achieve a breakthrough.

Lu Wubing dared to say that in this world, it would be very difficult for anyone to operate and cultivate a method of rapid success like he did.

Unless my grandfather, Lu Chengyun, were to come back to life, perhaps it would be possible to actually do it.

Otherwise, even other masters who have mastered the art of "Form" seal cannot do it.

Their medical skills are poor.

Another reason is that his [Glassy Sword Body] was a great help.

Without the achievement of in-depth cellular-level anatomy of one's own body and the bodies of others, it is absolutely impossible to reshape the foundation of others and break through their mental bottlenecks.

Of course, no matter how feasible it is.

Ultimately, it also requires the patient's own strong will and extreme emotions.

Not crazy, not live.

That’s it.

"Alright, I'll give you three more chances."

That is, three days.

Lu Wubing had already arranged for the Mingxin Hall members to gather the goods and prepare to load them onto the ship, and also arranged for some Tianxing disciples to occupy several constable positions.

This time, in addition to leaving eighteen capable elite disciples to guard Dongjun, even the seventh senior sister, Lin Wenjing, will stay here temporarily.

If Cheng Liangyu's breakthrough is successful.

Two top-tier experts at the peak of the first rank will appear here.

Ordinary forces find it difficult to pose a threat to them. This is their most secure foundation.

Even if Master Zhu San brought all the experts from Changshan County, they would still be in deep trouble.

In the future, we can collect goods, obtain money and grain... and even send some experts to transport them to Mingyang Prefecture, allowing us to move freely.

……

three days later.

Cheng Liangyu smiled broadly, his sword flashing in and out, transforming into a thunderous roar.

Sometimes he would move around and stab, sometimes he would charge in and fight head-on.

With his own strength, he actually managed to unleash a mighty torrent of steel.

Lu Wubing stood in the garden, his long sword seemingly disappearing into the air, parrying and using the opponent's force against them.

No matter how Cheng Liangyu attacked, he couldn't break through the three-foot sword circle around him.

"Wenjing, together."

At the height of the battle, Cheng Liangyu let out a delicate shout, calling on her seventh senior sister, Lin Wenjing, who was watching from the sidelines.

With both men wielding their swords, their momentum was amplified.

Even Lu Wubing, without using sword intent level attacks, had to take his swordsmanship a little more seriously when it came to a single swordsmanship contest.

The thirty-six disciples on the fourth floor watched in stunned silence, filled with longing.

"When will we be able to train to this level?"

Zhang Dexing watched with envy, swallowed hard, and said eagerly.

"Come on, is this something you can learn through practice?" Chen Rong from Menghu'ao gripped the gun barrel tightly, then relaxed, a hint of disappointment appearing in his eyes.

He understands it better than anyone else.

Ordinary achievements require hard work; extraordinary success requires the help of mentors.

Just like back in Menghu'ao, no matter how hard he tried, he was still a step behind Yu Qingshan.

The reason is very simple.

He was merely a disciple, while Yu Qingshan was his adopted son.

There is no comparison.

Later, Yu Qingshan was defeated and suffered a crushing defeat.

Yang Tong, who was originally an insignificant younger brother, suddenly rose above him. The other party had only stayed by Lu Wubing's side for seven days, yet he was able to completely crush him.

Chen Rong then learned a lesson from this.

No matter how fast the chickens fly or how much the rabbits run or try to reach, they can't compare to catching an eagle's tail and flying high.

Cheng Liangyu and Lin Wenjing were already better than the rest of us.

These days, they've been sticking to the young sect leader's side day and night, eating special meals. How can they compare?

At this moment, probably none of the thirty-six disciples didn't know what exactly had happened.

Looking at his two junior sisters' pretty faces and explosive figures, he couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

"Fortunately, although the young sect leader is lecherous, he is not ungrateful. As long as he does his job diligently, there is still hope of receiving special treatment. The more he gives, the greater the reward."

As they watched, the thirty-six disciples exchanged glances, each harboring their own ulterior motives.

Clearly, they realized that their real opponent was none other than their own brothers.

"Junior brother, you must be tired. Here's some chilled plum juice. I personally supervised the chefs in the manor to make it; absolutely no one will spit on it..."

Zhang Dexing's chubby face beamed like a sunflower.

Holding a celadon covered bowl that was still emitting steam, he stepped forward like a lackey, trying to curry favor.

Fourth Senior Brother, your attitude is fine, but you don't know how to speak properly, so you'd better not say anything.

What does it mean to not spit?

Does that mean the food I eat every day is being spat on?
Lu Wubing was taken aback upon hearing this. He took the plum juice in his hand, unsure whether to drink it or not.

"Junior brother, you've been working so hard just now. Come on, wipe your sweat and rest. Do you need your senior brother to massage your legs?"

Stop! Fifth Brother, you don't know how to flatter, so don't force it.

Even if you dare to pinch me, I wouldn't dare to accept it.

Seeing all thirty-six senior brothers surrounding him to curry favor, their boundless enthusiasm almost overwhelmed him.

Lu Wubing reluctantly accepted their kindness.

I didn't feel any dissatisfaction.

Roll up.

Ok.

You won't cherish things if you don't put in the effort, and you won't know how to work hard if you don't put in the effort.

Without seeing any benefits, how can there be loyalty?
Looking back over the past five thousand years.

They come and go, and no matter how noble their words may sound, they are all driven by self-interest.

Only when people see hope and shared interests can they be willing to risk their lives and fight to the death...

Of course, you can think this in your heart, but you can't say it out loud.

"Fellow disciples, please be patient. It's not that I don't want to help you, but you all need to master your signature sword techniques before you can take the next step."

As you all saw with Senior Sister Liangyu, she has mastered five forms of the Po Jun Sword Technique to the highest level. Once you understand one, you can understand all others. With sufficient foundation, you can forcefully push a single sword technique to perfection, greatly increasing your strength.

"As for my seventh senior sister, Lin Wenjing, although her Kaiyang Sword technique hasn't reached the Great Perfection stage, only the Proficiency stage, her Dragon Tendon Tiger Bone Fist has already reached the Great Perfection stage, increasing her strength by a full two thousand jin. Therefore, she can withstand the enhancement from my extraordinary technique."

Finally, Lu Wubing concluded:
"Fellow practitioners, you still need to diligently cultivate yourselves and cannot be lazy."

Now that we have enough elixirs and the sword technique has been passed down ahead of time... even with such favorable circumstances, if we still cannot make rapid progress, we can't blame anyone else.

Of course, if one makes a great contribution, one will also be rewarded.

As for Senior Sister Liangyu and Senior Sister Seven, don't compare yourselves.

"If you want to compete, go and be reincarnated as a woman first."

"Ha ha……

The disciples below burst into laughter.

Lin Wenjing and Cheng Liangyu secretly spat in disgust, their faces flushed with embarrassment as they retreated hastily.

I couldn't help but feel embarrassed by the laughter of these rough men.

After Lu Wubing's heartfelt speech, everyone was united and full of fighting spirit.

Yes.

The young sect leader said that although as a man he cannot offer himself as a concubine, he can still make a difference in other areas.

[Made outstanding contributions]?
What constitutes merit is something that people of this era naturally have their own understanding of.

Nothing more than that.

loyalty.

Regardless, their lives are now infinitely better than before, thanks to the young sect leader.

Drinking wine from large bowls and eating meat in large chunks.

These are only the most basic forms of enjoyment.

What truly captivated them was the sense of satisfaction and accomplishment that came from being admired by the world and being revered in one's region.

……

"Greetings, Your Majesty."

In the dead of night, a figure flashed past the window...

As the door opened, a petite woman entered, knelt on one knee, and said, "We have received accurate information that Fang Mingtang, the Left Commander of the Golden Scale Cavalry, has secretly gone to Mingyang City. He is suspected of contacting the Ziyang Sect's [Heaven-Covering Hand] and seems to have a scheme in mind. Furthermore..."

Yunduo, who is usually all smiles, didn't have a smile on her face. She paused again after saying this.

"Say!"

Lu Wubing felt a slight chill.

In Mingyang City, the Ziyang Sect had been planning for a long time, and he knew that the other side would launch an attack sooner or later.

But to everyone's surprise, the other party had actually gotten involved with the imperial court's Golden Scale Cavalry.

This makes things a bit tricky.

"Also, I've heard some news that the mistress of the main family is critically ill, and people have already rushed from the capital to Mingyang..."

"what?"

Lu Wubing's expression suddenly changed.

……

(End of this chapter)