The First Sage of Military Strategists

Chapter 94 Qi Wufeng Returns Home (4k)

Having eaten and drunk at someone else's house, and despite having no blood relation, Han Qing was not a heartless person and had already deeply remembered it.

Qi Yan was somewhat surprised by the sudden bow. After a pause, she looked at Han Qing's back and smiled with satisfaction.

"Lord Su Jin, your son will surely become famous throughout the world in the future."

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Hey, ha!
Han Qing returned to the training ground and saw Mu Dachun next to him vigorously swinging a copper staff under the guidance of a martial monk.

The bronze rod was swung around, creating a whooshing sound as it violently rubbed against the air, making the surrounding environment seem to heat up.

"Mu Dachun's progress is also very obvious," Han Qingxin said.

Everyone has made progress in the past month, except that Mu Dachun and the other two are a step behind Han Qing.

According to Qi Yan, Liu Xiaofeng is the most talented of the three, followed by Li Tai, and Mu Dachun is the least talented.

However, Mu Dachun's physical constitution was the most special, with innate superhuman strength, which made up for his disadvantage in talent and comprehension.

Of course, the combined talents of these three might not be comparable to Han Qing's.

"Continue to improve proficiency!"

Han Qing withdrew his gaze, and with a thought, the Seven Killings Stele appeared in his mind. He then quickly transferred his proficiency in the Cloud Sea Technique to the Ink Jade Skill.

Han Qing began practicing this martial art over and over again, and his proficiency increased rapidly.

This slowness was only Han Qing's personal perception; in reality, he was already a thousand times or even a hundred times faster than ordinary martial artists.

Two hours later, Han Qing finished his practice. On the panel, the proficiency of the Ink Jade Skill increased by 3%.

At this time, the moon was high in the sky. Han Qing finished his day of arduous training, got up and went back to his room. Xiao Qing had already prepared a hot bath for him.

Inside the wooden tub, the hot water was boiling, and many rare medicinal herbs floated on top, all of which had the effect of nourishing blood and qi and strengthening the body.

After Han Qing finished soaking, he got up and returned to his room, where he began a new round of arduous cultivation, concentrating his mind and focusing his thoughts.

Over the next few days, his life returned to a fulfilling and regular routine: practicing martial arts, reading, meditating, and spinning around.

It was noon that day.

The Cloud Sea Technique proficiency has been fully converted, and on the panel, the Ink Jade Skill has reached the Great Perfection stage.

Han Qing stood in the training ground, secretly practicing this martial art. Dark golden light rippled around his body. Compared to when he first entered the fourth realm of the Body Dao, this layer of dark golden gauze had become more solid and thick.

He could feel his physical strength increasing and his bones becoming more solid.

The three realms of the Dao are achieved, and the power covers the entire body.

The four realms of body cultivation result in internal strength penetrating to the bone, making the body more agile and more resistant to blows.

Even at the third realm, if the protective gauze garment formed by the condensed energy is torn, there is still a risk of sudden death if the body is attacked.

However, this situation will be greatly improved upon reaching the fourth realm, where the bones can withstand weapons and the ability to survive will be greatly increased.

"When ordinary people enter the fourth realm, their speed of strength improvement will drop significantly and will become slower and slower in the future, but I can still maintain an extremely fast speed of progress, which is a huge advantage."

"However, it might not be easy to maintain such a fast cultivation speed in the future," Han Qing pondered.

The barbarians' martial arts skills are too poor; most of them are very crude. Even those at the perfect level can only transfer a very small amount of proficiency to the Black Jade Skill.

The death row inmates in Hengshan City were almost all barbarians, because the main task of Qi Wufeng's army was to suppress the barbarians and prevent them from causing trouble.

"Only by killing masters and seizing their martial arts skills can I ensure that my martial arts and spiritual cultivation levels continue to improve rapidly," Han Qingxin thought.

Just as he was pondering this, Qi Yan's loud voice suddenly drifted over from afar.

"Han Qing, come with me, my father is back! Quickly come with me to see him."

"Okay!" Han Qing replied and quickly walked to Qi Yan's side.

Qi Yan was wearing a jade-white robe today, but even such an elegant outfit could not hide the domineering and rough aura she exuded.

"Let's go!" Qi Yan led the way, walking towards the outside of Chun Hui's courtyard. Han Qing followed behind, recalling the information he had gathered about this top general of Shu in the past few days.

"General Qi Wufeng is an extraordinary figure. Born into the Qi family, a prominent clan in the north, he displayed exceptional martial arts talent from a young age and was hailed as the number one genius of the Qi family in the north."

"He joined the army at the age of 16, fought against the Western Barbarians, and at the age of 20, he led 800 elite soldiers to defeat 10,000 enemy troops, becoming famous throughout the court and the country."

"His current status as a general in Shu, commanding an army, is entirely due to the accumulation of his military achievements."

"I have also heard that this man is extremely strict in his military discipline and has great personal strength. No soldier in Shu is not afraid of or admires him."

Han Qing felt a surge of admiration; such a person was worthy of respect.

In a short while, Qi Yan led him through several turns and through two gates into the main residence of the Qi family. This was the most central area of ​​the residence, and Han Qing had never been here before, even though he had been in Hengshan City for so long.

After passing through the gate, the two entered a winding corridor lined with numerous guards carrying swords. They stood upright, like javelins planted firmly on the ground, each with a calm expression and a robust physique.

In terms of energy and spirit, they were even more energetic than the servants and guards outside the main government office.

"With such tight security, what assassin would dare to come in?" Han Qing thought to himself.

After passing through the corridor, the two entered a spacious courtyard, where the view suddenly opened up before them.

The main residence is extremely clean and tidy, with no lakes, pavilions, artificial hills and streams. There is only a tall hall to the south, which is the main residence. To the west are rows of neat houses, which are the servants' residences. To the north is an ancestral hall, and to the east is a martial arts training ground where many guards practice, their voices loud and clear.

There was nothing else besides that.

Han Qing was standing on square, gray-white stone slabs, which gave the whole place a solemn and dignified feel.

"The atmosphere of a house can also reflect a person's character. General Qi Wufeng should be a simple and serious person who dislikes extravagance," Han Qingxin said.

"Father, Han Qing has arrived!"

Qi Yan strode towards the main hall of the house. Before she even entered, she was already shouting at the top of her lungs from a hundred paces away.

Before he finished speaking, Han Qing saw a middle-aged man in black walk out of the hall. He wore a jade crown, was tall, and had his right hand on his sword. He had a very powerful aura and immediately attracted Han Qing's attention.

The man stood at the entrance of the lobby, sizing up Han Qing.

Han Qing felt as if those eyes were like lightning, piercing his soul in an instant.

This wasn't because the middle-aged man harbored hostility towards me; rather, it was simply his nature—like a drawn sword, sharp and unstoppable.

As Han Qing approached, he could see the middle-aged man's appearance more clearly. His features were three-dimensional, with strong, sharp lines, as if cleaved by a knife and axe. His sharp aura was even more prominent. Ordinary people would naturally feel fear upon seeing him, and might even lose their balance.

"Could Qi Wufeng be a master of assassination?" Han Qing wondered. He had read in a book that sometimes you could tell what school of spiritual refinement a person belonged to just by looking at their temperament.

For example, those who cultivate their spirit in military strategy often have a strong killing intent, while those who practice assassination cultivate a great courage, often appearing sharp and intimidating at first glance.

The thought flashed through his mind, but Han Qing's hands didn't stop. He bowed and said, "Greetings, Lord Qi!"

Although Qi Yan had always treated him like a younger brother, General Qi had never expressed his opinion on this matter. Therefore, they had to follow proper etiquette upon their first meeting.

However, before he could bend down, Qi Wufeng flashed across a distance of more than ten steps, reached out and supported his arm, making him straighten up.

The two locked eyes. Qi Wufeng, his face cold and stern, exhaled and said, "You look so much like your mother. Qi Yan was right. This time we've really found the right person."

"No need to kneel or bow, and don't call me 'Master' anymore. Behave properly in front of outsiders, but within the house, just call me Uncle Qi."

"Okay!" Han Qing replied, his face calm and his eyes showing no fear.

Qi Wufeng nodded slightly: "That's right. Many people are trembling when they first meet me. They can't even speak properly, let alone make eye contact with me. You can remain calm and composed. Your courage surpasses that of many people."

I just got back today. Qi Yan gave me a detailed explanation of your situation and praised you highly. I want to see for myself if what she said is true.

"Dad, my judgment is never wrong. Han Qing will definitely give you a huge surprise." Qi Yan put her hand on Han Qing's shoulder again, acting very casually.

"No rush. It's already noon. Let's go inside and have lunch first. Han Qing, I'm sure you have many questions for me. I'll answer them all for you today," Qi Wufeng said in a deep voice, then turned and walked into the lobby.

Han Qing and Qi Yan followed him, entering the hall one after the other.

A long table was placed in the center of the hall, already laden with a variety of sumptuous dishes, their aroma filling the air.

Qi Wufeng took his seat first, and Qi Yan and Han Qing did not hesitate to sit down on the chairs next to him.

However, Han Qing noticed something unusual: there was an extra chair next to him, and an empty bowl and chopsticks on the table.

"Could there be another guest?" Han Qing pondered.

However, that was not the case. Qi Wufeng started eating first. If there were guests, one should wait until all the guests were seated before starting to eat.

A thought flickered in his mind, and he suddenly remembered that one day Qi Yan had mentioned that his mother had passed away due to an accident when she was five years old. Since then, Qi Wufeng had never remarried. Could this bowl and chopsticks have been left for his wife?

"If that's the case, then this General Qi is truly a man of great loyalty and righteousness," Han Qingxin thought to himself.

"Han Qing, your mother was both a teacher and a friend to me. We were about the same age. I lived in the capital for a period of time back then. She was already a highly renowned Confucian and Taoist sage at Yuelu Academy. Countless martial artists visited her every day to ask her for advice, and I was one of them."

Your mother was very knowledgeable and kind-hearted. She would patiently answer any questions that came to her door from practitioners of various schools of spiritual cultivation. I benefited greatly from her help and overcame several major obstacles. I will always remember this kindness.

Since your mother entrusted you to me, I must take full responsibility for you.

If you wish to live a peaceful life, away from strife, and content to be a wealthy man, I will do my best to fulfill your wish.

If you harbor lofty ambitions and aspire to become a world-renowned top expert, I will do my utmost to assist you.

However, the latter path is extremely difficult, and ultimately you will have to rely on yourself.

"Now, tell me your choice." Qi Wufeng's cold voice echoed in the hall, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

"Uncle Qi, can you tell me what happened back then?" Han Qing asked in a deep voice.

"The events of that year were quite complicated. From a general perspective, the power of Yuelu Academy continued to grow, and the number of strong people from various schools of thought increased, which made Emperor Yu feel genuinely afraid. Therefore, he had the idea of ​​weakening the power of various schools of thought, and Yuelu Academy, as a holy land of martial arts, was naturally to be eliminated."

"Your mother, as the youngest Confucian and Taoist sage at Yuelu Academy, also became a victim of this great upheaval," Qi Wufeng pondered.

"What roles did the Luo family, my father, and the Han family play?" Han Qing pressed.

As his martial arts realm continued to improve, more and more memories resurfaced in his mind, and his father, who was shrouded in mystery, gradually revealed his identity.

However, this information was too fragmented, and he needed to verify it with Qi Wufeng and try to connect the dots.

"The Yuelu Academy is such a behemoth that the imperial court alone cannot handle it. It needs to rely on various forces, and the Luo family and the Han family have both contributed greatly to it."

These two schools have practiced the Legalist visualization techniques for generations and are representative forces of the Legalist school.

As for your father, Han Yi, he is the current head of the Han family, the current Left Prime Minister of the Great Yu Dynasty, a great sage of the Legalist school, and holds a highly respected position, truly second only to the emperor.

His wife, Roland, also came from the Luo family. The Luo and Han families are now united, forming an extremely powerful force in the Great Yu Dynasty. "Qi Wufeng said.

"So my father committed the unjust act of abandoning his wife and children?" Han Qing continued to press.

"That's right. Most of the Legalist cultivators are ruthless and cold-blooded. Your father, Han Yi, was determined to become the first saint of the Legalist school, and this was inseparable from the support of Emperor Yu. Your mother was indirectly killed by him."

Actually, back then, with your mother's abilities, she had every opportunity to escape from the capital.

Unfortunately, Han Yi threatened the lives of eight hundred children in the academy, and your mother, being kind-hearted, chose to return to the city to rescue them, ultimately committing suicide in the Yuelu Academy.

"This past event is known to everyone in the capital. Han Yi rose to prominence because of it, and now his strength is unfathomable. He is undoubtedly the number one sage of the Legalist school," Qi Wufeng said unhurriedly.

Han Qing frowned. Qi Wufeng's words completely connected the fragmented information in his mind. The two pieces of information corroborated each other. There might be some discrepancies, but overall they were correct.

"What a 'killing one's wife to prove one's Dao'! Such a cold-blooded person may become a powerful figure, but without righteousness, compassion, or love, he is a complete and utter villain!" Han Qing was deeply moved.

He knew that there were quite a few people like that in the world.

Throughout history, there have been countless instances of princes killing their brothers in the struggle for power, and even among ordinary families, there have been many cases of brothers turning against each other, and even fathers and sons turning against each other, in the struggle for land.

But what difference is there between a person who abandons all feelings in pursuit of ultimate power and a demon?
Such a person will never gain his approval, and he will never make such a choice.

He took a deep breath and quickly regained his composure.

He had no feelings for Han Yi, so his anger wasn't intense; he just felt sorry for his mother.

In the memories that surfaced, her mother, Su Jin, was a person of excellent virtue and character. She not only helped her younger generation but also often helped the poor and needy, and her reputation was extremely high.

Such a good man was framed by a despicable person and ultimately died because of his own kindness.

Han Yi may be very smart, but he is also truly despicable.

"The Luo family recently sent someone to assassinate me. The imperial court must be determined to wipe out the remaining forces of the Yuelu Academy before it will stop."

In this situation, my desire to live a wealthy and peaceful life is nothing but a fantasy. Only by facing fate head-on, strengthening myself, and rising up in resistance can I have a chance to turn things around. Han Qing calmed down, considered his situation, and quickly made a decision.

He was not a weak man; no matter how powerful the enemy or how difficult the situation, he would not bow his head.

During the time he was pondering, Qi Wufeng remained silent, waiting for Han Qing's response.

If Han Qing learns the truth and is unable to bear it, or if his will is broken by a powerful enemy, his evaluation of Han Qing will plummet.

However, if Han Qing can face his fate squarely and not be afraid of powerful enemies, then he will do his best to help him, because in addition to having extraordinary talent, a strong person must also have the heart of a strong person!
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