You, a tyrannical ruler, roam the heavens; you cannot understand my joy.

"Southern Chen?"

After hearing the details of the mission, Hong Fu Nu was slightly taken aback, somewhat confused.

"Grand Tutor, the Southern Chen dynasty is on the verge of collapse, and its destruction is imminent. Why then still call her Hong Fu...?"

Before she could finish speaking, Yang Su waved his hand, looked at the newly drawn military deployment map of the Southern Chen Dynasty on the table, and said, "That Chen Shubao is indeed muddleheaded, incompetent, morally corrupt, and ridiculous."

"Most of the officials under his command were sycophants who only knew how to fight amongst themselves."

"However, even a centipede, though dead, does not fall down."

"No matter how incompetent or worthless he may be, there are still nine powerful families supporting this dilapidated country."

After a pause, Yang Su continued, "I observe that the Southern Chen army's formation is well-organized, demonstrating a deep understanding of military strategy, and its soldiers include many brave and valiant individuals."

"It will take at least three to five years to destroy it."

"For the sake of unification of the world and the stability of all people, we should try to accelerate this process."

"Yes, Hongfu understands."

"I'll go prepare right away."

She bowed respectfully, then turned and left the tent.

……

As night falls, the moonlight begins to shine, casting its glow over the treetops.

The old pine branches receive the sunlight, their sparse shadows crisscrossing the ground.

Occasionally, a night breeze would sweep through, rustling through the dense forest and scattering a blanket of silvery haze across the ground.

After a whole day of fussing with Zhang Lihua, Lu Zuo finally returned to Jiangyun Palace in the evening and went out of the city through the underground waterway.

He had nowhere to go, so he was just wandering around aimlessly. As he walked, he came to this dense forest.

"Um?"

"The sound of wind breaking?"

Suddenly, I heard a series of sharp sounds cutting through the air, which was completely different from the sound of the night wind passing through the treetops.

Curious, Lu Zuo immediately ran quickly. After passing through thirty-odd feet, he saw the figure of a burly man.

He was about thirty years old, shirtless, with a bronze complexion, muscular build, and a handsome face. His eyes were bright and piercing, giving him a kind of extraordinary and heroic air.

At this moment, he was wielding a five-foot-long broadsword in a clearing in the forest, causing a series of sharp whistling sounds as it cut through the air.

His sword strikes were fierce, his steps steady and swift, and wherever he went, a whirlwind arose, swirling withered leaves and dust around him.

"Who is spying here?"

suddenly!

The burly man's eyes sharpened, turning towards Lu Zuo like two swift knives.

The withered leaves and dust that had been swirling around him lost their pull and scattered to the ground.

"I am Lu Zuo, passing through this place..."

Before he could finish speaking, the burly man stomped his feet on the ground and lunged forward, his blade thrusting forward, aimed directly at Lu Zuo's throat!

"You think these lackeys of the imperial court can fool me?"

"Give me your life!"

Lu Zuo was slightly taken aback, somewhat confused, but the burly man's blade was already imminent, and he didn't have time to think much. He immediately put his feet on the ground and his figure floated backward.

At the same time, with a slight thought, a long, slender sword was summoned from his personal space.

Clang!

A flash of cold light appeared, and the long sword was drawn in response, held horizontally above his head, just in time to block the opponent's downward slash!

Clang!

Metal clashed, sparks flew.

A powerful force spread along the blade, causing Lu Zuo's arm to go slightly numb and his internal blood and qi to show signs of turbulence and disorder.

This guy has incredible internal strength!

Lu swung his left arm upwards, using his long sword to deflect the burly man's broadsword. At the same time, he leaped into the air, kicking the burly man repeatedly in the chest.

bang bang bang...

In the blink of an eye, he had already kicked the man seven times, causing him to stagger back more than ten steps before regaining his footing.

Lu Zuo used the reaction force to drift away into the distance and landed under a towering ancient tree.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, carefully scrutinizing the other man, secretly thinking, "Could this guy be some kind of notorious bandit?"

This person gave him a sense of righteousness and awe.

But after mistakenly believing himself to be a lackey of the imperial court, he immediately launched an attack, making it hard not to suspect his identity.

"This is a bit troublesome..."

After their brief exchange, Lu Zuo had already determined that his strength was roughly equal to his own.

Getting rid of him won't be easy.

"Oh……"

The burly man took a few deep breaths of the night air, calming his disordered qi and blood, and looked at Lu Zuo with a cold smile: "You're quite a capable lackey."

"You've misunderstood."

Lu Zuo responded with a cold laugh: "I am Lu Zuo, and I am not a member of the imperial court."

"But why are you so afraid, sir? You attacked me without even asking why."

"Who exactly are you?"

"Heh." The burly man chuckled lightly. "Afraid?"

"How many people in this world are not afraid of you lackeys?"

"Kid!"

"Don't try to fool me, Chu. The stitching and materials of your shoes are clearly from the imperial court!"

"And you still say you're not that old eunuch's dog?"

An old eunuch?

Is he referring to Li Cheng'an?

Lu Zuo's heart skipped a beat, and he was about to speak when he suddenly heard screams in his ears!

"Ah~~!"

"You beasts!"

"Let go of my granddaughter!"

"Let me go! Let me go!"

The sound came from a great distance, about one or two hundred feet away, but with Lu Zuo's current skill level, he was still able to clearly hear it.

"Oh no..."

The burly man's expression changed slightly. Then, he touched the ground with both feet and his body soared into the air. His towering figure landed lightly on the treetops above his head.

"Where did these bandits come from?"

He stood on a leaf, gazing into the distance. After seeing what had happened, his brows furrowed instantly.

"Kid."

"I'll let you go today!"

"Go back and tell that old eunuch and that dog emperor that I, Chu Yunlong, will take their lives sooner or later!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he shot off, swiftly disappearing into the dense forest and vanishing from Lu Zuo's sight.

There was no one else in the palace but that bastard Li Cheng'an.

"He seems to really hate Li Cheng'an and Chen Shubao..."

"Perhaps we can try to get it done."

Thinking of this, Lu Zuo also took a step and followed the burly man, but after only a few steps, his eyes suddenly lit up!

Two objects suddenly appeared in my sight: a book and a long sword with a scabbard as black as ink.

[The second talent has been triggered, granting access to the Thousand Blade Flow Slash Technique, from the world of "Scissor Seven".]

[The second talent has been triggered, granting the user the Demon Blade Thousand Blades, from the world of "Scissor Seven".]

"Finally, my talent has been triggered again..."

"The world of Assassin Wu Liuqi belongs to the high-martial-fantasy genre and is not much different from this world."

"This technique should be much better than the Nine Yang Return to Origin Technique!"

Lu Zuo was overjoyed and quickly bent down to pick up the book, casually flipping through it.

"A thousand blades returning to one?"

"Thousand Blades Chasing the Moon?"

"A thousand blades fly like stars, sweeping across an army, a bloody storm, a thousand blades piercing the heart, a thousand blades protecting the body, a thousand blades breaking through...?"

"Isn't this the move Assassin Seven used with the Demon Blade Thousand Blades?"

"Is the Thousand Blade Flowing Slash Technique a martial art that complements the Demon Blade Thousand Blades?"

After thinking for a moment, Lu Zuo grabbed the long sword beside him and drew it from its sheath with a clang!

The blade is covered with fine cracks, about three feet long and two fingers wide, shaped like a dragon, and its edge is as white as autumn frost.

"Good stuff, good stuff..."

He smiled slightly, tossed both items into his personal space, and planned to study them more carefully when he got back.