Martial Arts: My achievements in Beiliang were so great that they threatened the lord's positio

He would go out on inspections every few days, and spend most of his time in the general's mansion practicing martial arts and reviewing documents submitted from various places.

June is almost over.

Jiang Ni has finished copying all the sword manuals in the Sharpening Hall.

"General, this is the final hundred volumes of the sword manual."

Under the blazing sun, a warm breeze swept through the courtyard, bamboo shadows swayed, and the pond water rippled.

In the pavilion

Lin Xuan was leaning against the railing fishing, while Jiang Ni felt a little uneasy.

"Have you finished copying everything?"

He did not turn around.

"Yes."

"All copied."

Jiang Ni nodded.

"Have you memorized every single sword manual?"

Lin Xuan asked.

"no."

Jiang Ni shook his head: "There are too many sword manuals. I was so busy copying them that I couldn't memorize them all."

"I'll give you three months to memorize every single sword manual in the Sharpening Hall, word for word."

His tone left no room for argument.

"Is it possible?"

"able."

Jiang Ni agreed verbally, but in his heart he thought, "There are so many sword manuals, how can anyone remember them all?"

Lin Xuan seemed to be able to read your mind, and said calmly, "If you complain in secret, I'll throw you into the ice cellar in the manor."

"No, no, this servant has no complaints against the General."

Jiang Ni quickly explained.

On two previous occasions, she was punished by Lin Xuan for not finishing copying the sword manual on time, and was forced to stay in the ice cellar for an entire night.

Even now, Jiang Ni still feels lingering fear when she thinks about it.

After she left, a figure walked slowly over, the sleeves of a blue robe fluttering gently in the wind.

"Such good talent, but he's a bit undisciplined. He needs to be pushed a little harder."

Lin Xuan said to the person who came.

The man sat down on the spot, took out a pot of wine from his sleeve, and his expression was less melancholy than when he first entered the mansion.

"The princess's internal strength and sword intent are progressing rapidly."

Someone uncorked the bottle, leaned against the railing, took a sip of Zhuyeqing tea, and said, "Your method really works."

"Do you think I'm lying to you?"

Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow: "I wouldn't dare say that my swordsmanship is among the top three in the world, but it's certainly in the top ten."

"Teaching a Jiang Ni is a piece of cake."

"Miss Qing'er has sent word that you are requested to go to Wudang."

He asked, "What is it for?"

"Cancele the internal energy of the Wudang leader."

Are you confident?

"Does this refer to Wang Chonglou?"

His expression was solemn.

"Exactly."

Lin Xuan responded.

"This person is a pawn planted by Xu Xiao. If there is an opportunity to eliminate him, then eliminate him; if not, at least severely injure him, or even cripple his martial arts."

"This is not an easy task."

This supreme being of the human world tilted his head back and drank the wine in the jar to the last drop, then rose and left.

"But it might be worth a try."

The voices hadn't faded when the figure vanished.

Lin Xuan originally intended to use the power of the Demonic Sect or Longhu Mountain to carry out his plan, but both Zhu Yuyan and the old masters of Longhu Mountain were deep and unpredictable.

Let alone whether they are willing to take action, even if they are, there is no guarantee that everything will go smoothly.

Although Wudang has gradually declined in recent years and has been suppressed by Longhu Mountain to the point of having almost no chance to breathe, it has been forced to live in a corner of Beiliang. However, it still retains its profound foundation and is not someone that can be easily manipulated.

Since we're going to do it, we must resolve it swiftly and decisively, leaving Wudang no room for maneuver.

Rather than relying on the Demonic Sect or Longhu Mountain, it would be better to let that supreme human being go there himself.

Consider it a gesture of sincerity he offered after his allegiance.

Using the Wudang sect leader as a pledge of allegiance—only Lin Xuan possesses such courage.

You should know that he was a leading figure in the martial arts world of the Central Plains.

Several days passed

Jiang Ni did not find the man at the Sharpening Hall, so she came to look for Lin Xuan.

"General, where has that gentleman in blue robes from the Sharpening Hall gone?"

She asked softly.

"I'm out running errands."

Lin Xuan looked up: "You've already memorized the entire sword manual?"

Not yet.

Jiang Ni shook her head.

"Have you forgotten the rules for being a maid again?"

His gaze darkened.

Jiang Ni's face turned slightly pale.

"Would you like me to review it for you?"

"No need, no need."

She quickly shook her head: "This servant will not ask any more questions in the future."

"Don't scare her."

Mu Qing'er walked in from outside, gently patted Jiang Ni's shoulder, and said softly, "Young Master was just joking with you."

Jiang Ni quietly hid behind Mu Qing'er and took the opportunity to move towards the door.

"What is the situation in the northern frontier?"

Lin Xuan's expression returned to normal.

"It went very smoothly."

Mu Qing'er replied, "Within seven days, we won three battles in a row, and all the tribes of the grasslands retreated in fear."

"Deterrence should be used as a secondary measure, while appeasement should be the primary approach."

"Once these grassland tribes have tasted the stability of farming, they will no longer yearn for the hardships of nomadic life."

"All those who surrender will be sent to Pi to cultivate fields and dig canals."

Lin Xuan felt that he was gradually becoming obsessed with farming and accumulating grain—constantly reclaiming wasteland, building villages, and digging canals.

This spring alone, over 300,000 mu of new farmland were reclaimed in Pi County. Although the land is not yet fertile, with careful maintenance, fertilization, and irrigation, the grain production will surely increase year by year.

With the help of the Changshui and Misanghe rivers, and by digging several more canals, Lin Xuan was confident that he could manage Pizhou in a way that rivaled Yanzhou.

"Order the merchants and travelers of each prefecture to travel more to the Central Plains. The cattle and sheep in the pastures should be ready for market. Transport them to the Central Plains in time to exchange for grain, salt and iron."

He continued, "While land reclamation and grain storage are important tasks, commerce should not be neglected either."

"Rest assured, young master."

Mu Qing'er took out a scroll of documents: "Lord Zhuge has drafted a development outline for Yanzhou over the next few years with Registrar Wang and other officials of the prefecture. Please take a look, young master."

If there are any issues, adjustments can be made.

"Success can only be achieved when everyone works together."

Lin Xuan sighed and took the document to read it carefully.

It took a full hour to finish reading through all the contents.

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This outline is extremely detailed, with meticulous planning for everything from land reclamation and development to business operations.

He pressed the prefect's seal onto the official document and handed it to Mu Qing'er to deliver back to the prefecture so that it could be quickly disseminated to all counties and prefectures.

"It's been a while since I've been to the dungeon."

He stood up and stretched: "Today is a good day to practice my skills."

"Qing'er, have any new people joined the dungeon these days?"

"There are a few, though."

After a brief recollection, Mu Qing'er replied, "Among them is an elder from Dianbing Mountain, whose cultivation has reached the half-step Celestial Phenomenon stage. He has a strong physique and his kung fu is extremely powerful."

"Dianbingshan?"

He pondered for a moment and said, "In the great battle at Duanlong Pass before, it seems that among the eighteen experts sent by the Northern Python, there were members of this faction."

"Exactly."

Mu Qing'er nodded with a smile: "That's the person."

"Dapan'er, Yanri, Pojun, and Liu** attacked Dianbing Mountain together and finally managed to bring him back."

"It will also let the Northern Python Jianghu know what the consequences will be if they become enemies with the Zhenbei General's Mansion."

In the dungeon

Lin Xuan walked to the cell where the elder of Dianbing Mountain was being held and looked inside. He saw a burly man with chains piercing his shoulder bones and his limbs also pierced by chains, hanging in mid-air, unable to exert any strength.

"General, this is the man. He's still restless even after being locked up."

The soldiers guarding the dungeon reported, "Every now and then, he tries to break free of his chains."

"Indeed, he possesses the cultivation level of a half-step Celestial Phenomenon cultivator."

He examined it for a moment, then nodded slightly.

Although this person's vital points were controlled, it was still possible to sense the surging blood and internal energy within his body.

With a wave of his hand, the soldier opened the cell door.

He stepped inside, and the man suddenly opened his eyes, a murderous aura emanating from him, as he frantically pulled at the chains.

Lin Xuan's gaze fell on the man's chest, where a deep wound that revealed bone still retained wisps of sword energy.

It is likely that Dapan'er used the Heavenly Gang Sword Qi to break through his external hard skills.

"You demon."

The elder of Dianbing Mountain shouted angrily, "If you have the guts, let me go!"

"I'll crush every bone in your body."

He clicked his tongue twice: "His skills are mediocre, but he's very stubborn."

With a flick of his finger, two sword energies severed the iron chains on the man's shoulders, and a surge of powerful true energy erupted from his body.

"boom"

The steel chains that pierced his limbs shattered instantly, and Elder Dianbingshan fell back to the ground, freed from his restraints.

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at Lin Xuan, his teeth clenched.

"Protect the General."

Two soldiers drew their swords and stepped forward.

"Step back."

Lin Xuan waved his hand, and the soldiers exchanged glances and immediately left the cell.

"You should have seen me during the Battle of Duanlong Pass."

He said with a hint of amusement, "I'll give you a chance. Kneel down and pledge allegiance, and I'll spare your life."

"Delusion."

Elder Dianbing Mountain coldly retorted, "We would rather die than submit."

"Too talkative."

The words had just finished

Lin Xuan appeared before him, his right hand moving with seemingly slow but actually swift fingers, lightly pressing down on the other's chest.

The speed was extremely fast. Although Elder Dianbing Mountain was prepared, he could only hurriedly cross his arms to protect himself.

"boom"

As the palm fell, a powerful force surged into the man's body like a tidal wave.

His eyes were wide open and bloodshot, and he crashed backward like a kite with a broken string against an impenetrable wall.

"boom"

The entire dungeon trembled slightly, and cracks appeared in the iron-cast walls.

This elder of Dianbing Mountain, who was at the half-step Celestial Phenomenon level, was actually embedded in the wall by Lin Xuan with a casual palm strike.

"puff"

The man coughed up a mouthful of blood and then died.

The internal organs, meridians, and bones throughout the body were all shattered by the force of the palm strike.

Even though this person's strength was not at its peak, it was still far superior to ordinary Finger Profound Realm experts, yet he couldn't even withstand a single palm strike from him.

"Ding, congratulations host, you have killed a half-step Celestial Phenomenon Realm martial artist and gained 800,000 Killing God Points."

"Ding, congratulations host, you have been granted one chance to draw a random prize."

"You're quite lucky."

The notification sound in his mind swept over him, he smiled slightly, wiped his hands, and walked towards the next cell.

Inside the dungeon, all the imprisoned masters held their breath, no one daring to make a sound, or even breathe heavily, for fear of attracting the man's attention.

In recent days, everyone has come to realize that of all those taken out of the prison, it is considered lucky if even one in ten survives.

That General of the North was like a demon.

Those who captured them were also evil spirits.

The Yan soldiers guarding the dungeon were just as terrifying as demons.

The Big Plate and the Little Plate, who frequently enter and leave the dungeon, are the most vicious of all the evil spirits.

After successively killing four experts from the Northern Python Sect, he obtained 700,000 Killing God Points, but did not get another chance to draw a prize.

He had no choice but to stop, wipe his hands clean, and step out of the dungeon.

Thanks to the tireless efforts of Yan Ri, Po Jun, Da Pan'er, and others, the martial arts techniques stored in the Sharpening Hall are rapidly increasing.

Just a few days ago, they raided Dianbing Mountain, not only capturing an elder but also stealing over a hundred martial arts manuals from the library.

at this time

Within Beiliang

Wudang Mountain stands majestically, piercing the clouds, with its upper half completely shrouded in mist.

The mountains are lush and green, and a long river rushes out from the canyon, like a white ribbon hanging in the sky, falling between heaven and earth.

As dawn breaks, mist swirls, dew condenses on the grass and trees, birds flit through the treetops and clouds, and white cranes spread their wings, cutting through the chilly mountain breeze.

foot of Wudang Mountain

A middle-aged scholar in a blue robe walked with his hands behind his back, stepping across the riverbank and onto the mountain path.

It was he who had come from Yan. He looked up at the majestic mountains with a calm expression.

A moment later, the figure had disappeared.

Wudang Mountain

In front of Zhenwu Hall

A young Taoist priest, dressed in a faded robe, stood by the railing, his spirits lifted by the breeze blowing through the valley.

A sheathed ancient sword hangs from the corner of the hall, having remained unsheathed for hundreds of years. Legend has it that it was worn by the founder of Wudang Mountain.

Two white cranes descended from the sky and landed beside the young Taoist priest, raising dust as they flapped their wings.

"Stop fanning yourself."

The young Taoist priest frowned and said, "I just washed my clothes."

Front Hall

A middle-aged Taoist priest in his forties gazed at the churning sea of ​​clouds, his face solemn, a sense of unease rising in his heart.