The First Sage of Military Strategists

Chapter 88 Assassination (Eighth Update)

"it is good."

Qi Yan is a person of action, and she does things decisively and efficiently.

That afternoon.

She then dispatched a team to escort Han Qing to hunt on the outskirts of Hengshan. The team included Xuan Yi and Xuan San, two hundred cavalrymen, and Liu Xiaofeng.

Although Liu Xiaofeng did not specifically learn archery and horsemanship, the Western Mang people were nomadic and horsemanship was their forte, as simple as eating and drinking.

As for Li Tai and Mu Dachun, they had just mastered basic archery and horsemanship skills and needed to continue practicing at home. Going to Hengshan would be a waste of time.

The weather is sunny and windy.

Da da da!
More than two hundred people rode horses galloping along the official road, raising clouds of dust, and passersby hurriedly gave way.

Han Qing rode at the very front, his horse a glossy black steed.

Although his kamikaze horse-taming skills were only at the proficient level, he could already easily ride ordinary horses. He galloped quickly without feeling the slightest discomfort.

Before long, the group arrived at the foot of Mount Heng. Ahead, the mountains were high and the forests were dense, with lush vegetation and the occasional roar of beasts echoing through the air.

“Young master, we will wait here. You take Liu Xiaofeng into the mountains to hunt. If there is any danger, just shoot a signal arrow and we will rush to your rescue immediately.”

"However, you don't need to worry too much. After all, this is our own territory. At most, there might be spies from other places spying on us. Even if enemies infiltrate, they probably won't dare to make a move, unless they are suicide squads," Xuan Yi said in a deep voice.

"it is good."

"go!"

Han Qing spurred his horse forward, quickly heading into the forest along the mountain path, with Liu Xiaofeng following closely behind.

Xuan Yi led two hundred cavalrymen to guard the crossroads, which was the only way in and out of the mountains. They would carefully check anyone who passed by to prevent any enemy from causing trouble.

...

In the forest.

Han Qing's eyes narrowed, he drew his bow and aimed at a young chicken deep in the forest.

Two hundred paces away, the bowstring trembled, and with a whoosh, the chick was pinned directly to the trunk of a thick, sturdy tree.

Liu Xiaofeng was also shooting arrows nearby, swaying left and right on his horse and drawing his bow three times in a row.

The bowstring vibrated, and with a whoosh, three arrows shot out in a mountain-shaped pattern, each hitting a chick in the forest.

"Good archery!"

Han Qing's heart stirred, and he also began to display some superb archery skills.

Whoosh whoosh!
He ran for a while and suddenly saw a mountain lord resting in the forest in front of him. It was strong and powerful, and one of its claws was as big as an adult's head.

"Well done!"

Han Qing's eyes lit up. He knew that the purpose of going into the mountains was to further hone his archery and horsemanship skills, so such large and fierce beasts were excellent training targets.

Whoosh whoosh!
As he galloped on his horse, he suddenly drew his bow and shot five arrows in quick succession. Like a string of pearls, the five streaks of light pierced through the dense forest and accurately struck the mountain lord's left eye.

Five arrows struck the same spot simultaneously. Before the mountain lord could even let out a shrill scream, his head was pierced through, and he died instantly.

"go!"

Han Qing did not linger. The corpse of the mountain lord should be worth a lot of money, but he couldn't carry it with him. Moreover, with his current strength, hunting tigers and leopards would be a piece of cake. So he did not go forward to collect the corpse, but instead spurred his horse and galloped deeper into the forest.

An hour later, Han Qing stopped his horse beside a stream, about to shoot a wild fox with orange-yellow fur on the opposite bank. However, just as he drew his bow, he suddenly sensed a murderous aura emanating from not far away.

Han Qing's eyes narrowed. As a martial arts practitioner, he was extremely sensitive to killing intent. He believed that his intuition was correct, so he calmed down and silently sensed the source of the killing intent. He quickly locked onto the direction from which it was coming.

He hesitated for a moment, then raised his hand and shot an arrow that pierced through the wild fox on the other side of the stream. He then spurred his horse and galloped out of the mountains.

If there's a murderous aura, it might be a spy from a hostile force, like a barbarian tribe.

Unable to ascertain the enemy's strength, Han Qing kept his distance.

However, after riding his horse for a while, he suddenly realized that there was still a murderous aura coming from behind, and it seemed that the target was the two of them.

Han Qing's heart sank. Without further hesitation, he suddenly shot a whistling arrow into the air.

He didn't know the structure and operating principle of the signal arrow, but its effect was quite remarkable.

The whistling arrow pierced the air with a sharp sound that echoed, then exploded suddenly at a high altitude, like thunder, clearly audible for miles around.

After shooting the signal arrow, Han Qing spurred his horse and galloped towards the direction where Xuan Yi and the others were. Although Liu Xiaofeng didn't know what had happened, he knew that the signal arrow meant danger, so he immediately followed.

Han Qing thought that doing so would scare the enemy away, but unexpectedly, a sudden change occurred.

A sudden gust of cold wind swept through the mountains and forests, and Han Qing felt a surge of chaotic thoughts arise in his mind, causing his heart to sink.

"There is a cultivator of the spirit!"

This is a sensation that can occur when someone else's mental energy invades the body; it can cause one to fall into a hallucination or even fall into a coma.

A series of illusions suddenly appeared before Han Qing's eyes, as if he were instantly on a battlefield, with a large number of dark figures rushing towards him.

He immediately activated his spiritual power and recalled the visualization of the Zhige Sutra in his mind. In the image, a black-armored warrior leaped out and swung his sword continuously in the void of his mind.

Han Qing's spiritual energy flowed throughout his body, engaging in an invisible battle against the invading distracting thoughts. He eventually dispelled them and escaped the illusion.

All of this sounds complicated, but in reality it all happened in an instant. Han Qing's vision suddenly blurred, and then his vision returned to clear.

However, while he could withstand it, Liu Xiaofeng beside him couldn't. He was stunned on the horse's back, his eyes glazed over, and he was drowsy. Even the two horses lost their senses and stood still in place, unresponsive no matter how much Han Qing whipped them.

Han Qing simply ignored them, dismounted, drew his sword with a clang, and pointed it diagonally at the dense forest behind him.

"get out!"

Fifty paces away, a figure emerged from behind a lush pine tree. He wore a straw hat, carried a basket on his back, was thin, and had a wrinkled face. At first glance, he looked like an ordinary herb gatherer in the mountains.

"I've come to take away this young man beside you, and incidentally, I'm here to take your life on someone's behalf! I thought that although you, young man, had some ability, you would be powerless against my powerful spiritual invasion. I didn't expect you to be a Spirit Refiner as well, and your realm is not low. Very well, then I'll have to go through a bit more trouble!"

The old man muttered to himself, then suddenly closed his eyes. A gust of wind swept through the forest, and black mist appeared out of thin air, spreading throughout the woods and turning into a cloud of black fog that rushed straight towards Han Qing.

Within the black mist, shadowy figures appeared and disappeared.

Han Qing's gaze sharpened. This black mist was indeed baleful energy, an ability awakened by a fourth-stage cultivator of the military arts. The baleful energy was released outwards and condensed into a domain.

When an enemy is in this environment, their five senses will be suppressed, and a sense of fear will constantly rise within them. Meanwhile, a military strategist who cultivates their spirit can conceal their form, and the Yin soldiers they release can manifest within the evil domain, or they can harm the physical body.

"Those who cultivate their spirit through military strategy will condense Yin soldiers in the third realm, condense evil domains in the fourth realm, and condense military might in the fifth realm. Each realm is stronger than the last, and in the end, they will be able to summon tens of thousands of Yin soldiers with a single thought, truly becoming an army by themselves." Many thoughts floated through Han Qing's mind.

This was the first time he had ever seen such a powerful cultivator, especially one from his own school. While he was cautious, he also developed a strong interest in him.

"Although this person's realm is higher than mine, his strength may not be stronger than mine. After all, realm is one thing, and actual combat is another."

Han Qing pondered for a moment, then drew his sword and charged forward. At the same time, he activated the Ceasefire Sutra, causing his body to surge with murderous aura, and Yin soldiers appeared around him.

(End of this chapter)