Republic of China: From Street Performer to War God in a Chaotic Era

Amidst wind and snow, flames soared into the sky.

The snow outside Qinglong Village had long been trampled into a pool of blood by the military boots of the governor's men.

"Da da da da da—"

The Maxim machine gun finally stopped firing, white smoke still rising from its barrel.

The "red-headed bullets" boiled with cinnabar swept away the stubborn fox demon puppets in the front yard of the Hu family mansion like wheat being harvested.

This was the truth held by warlords in 1925.

No matter what kind of ancient demon or martial arts master you are, in the face of heavy firepower, all flesh and blood will be riddled with holes.

"Bang!"

The vermilion gate of Qinglong Manor was kicked open.

Feng Changshan, the supervisor of the Investigation Section of the Military Equipment Department of the Governor's Office, strode across the threshold.

The yellow woolen military overcoat was covered in snow, his right hand was behind his back, and his left hand was carrying a round object.

"Clatter".

Feng Changshan casually tossed the object onto the frozen bluestone slab.

That's a human head!

Just half an incense stick's time ago, this old ghost, relying on his human bone cane and his body full of vengeful spirits, still tried to block the advance of the governor's army.

However, Feng Changshan, braving the yin wind, forcefully cut into the inner gate and delivered a hidden "Iron Sand Palm" that shattered the top of his head, along with the fox spirit's main soul inside, causing it to be scattered and destroyed.

"The supervisor is truly awe-inspiring!"

The surrounding soldiers and martial arts students shouted in unison.

By this time, the front yard had been largely suppressed.

Everywhere there were severed limbs and the corpses of servants possessed by fox spirits, now lifeless and rapidly shriveling up.

"Don't just stand there, search every room!"

Feng Changshan's eyes widened, and he shouted sternly.

"Don't overlook even a single rat hole—in the corners, the cellars, the wells."

"Anyone still breathing, regardless of age or gender, shall be shot dead on the spot."

"yes!"

As soon as the officer gave the order, the eyes of the martial arts school disciples who had come to "do errands" lit up.

This is the branch of the Fox Clan from outside the Great Wall in Tianjin!

These sorcerers have been entrenched in Qinglong Village for so long; who knows how much wealth they've plundered from the people.

The sheer amount of ancient ginseng, sable fur from beyond the Great Wall, and even other valuables used as offerings to the fox spirits is astronomical.

"Quick, to the backyard."

"The front yard is all smashed up, so the good stuff must be in the back."

The martial arts master wielding the nine-ringed saber lowered his voice.

Calling to several familiar fellow disciples, they crossed the ruins and headed straight for the inner residence of the Hu family.

Zhao Linchuan, along with several elite members of the Liuhe Martial Arts School, followed closely behind.

"Senior Brother Zhao, this Hu family mansion is filled with an eerie atmosphere. We'd better be careful."

Su Ruoxue frowned slightly and offered a reminder.

"Junior Sister Ruoxue is overthinking it."

Zhao Linchuan sneered and flicked the blood off the blade.

"Supervisor Feng even cleaved that old sorcerer guarding the gate alive; the sorcerers in this manor are now leaderless."

"Let's hurry and push in. If we're too late, the bounty points in the Armory's treasury will be all gone."

With different thoughts on their minds, everyone quickened their pace.

Passing through the moon gate and stepping over the gruesome corpses of armed guards lying on the ground, the martial arts group finally stopped in front of the artificial hill in the back garden of the Hu family.

"hiss--"

The nine-ringed swordsman at the forefront gasped sharply, stopped in his tracks, and even took two steps back.

At the base of the artificial hill, a cellar entrance was clearly visible.

The iron gate that was originally used to seal the cellar had its hinges snapped off and was thrown aside.

"What...what terrifying brute force is this?"

Zhao Linchuan stepped forward, his eyes twitching as he looked at the iron gate that had been violently torn apart.

It's not just brute force that's terrifying.

Even more deadly is that a sinister aura is continuously emanating from the depths of this cellar.

"Such a strong demonic aura..."

Zhao Linchuan swallowed hard and turned to Su Ruoxue and the others, sighing.

"This cellar is filled with demonic energy; it must be the absolute core of the Fox Clan's incense offerings."

"Among them, there might even be a direct descendant of a powerful demon from the Fox Clan. Such a person is probably far superior to you and me."

"It seems that spies from the Youji Yike clan beat us to it, eager to gain the credit first."

"If this scout is inexperienced and dares to rush in alone... Hmph, facing such terrifying resources, he would probably be chewed up by the fox spirit by now, even his bones would be eaten."

Upon hearing this, the surrounding martial arts masters all nodded in agreement.

Yes, the finger strength on this iron gate is terrifying, but even the strongest martial artist is still just a flesh and blood body.

Faced with such dense and impenetrable miasma, what difference is there between rushing in alone and committing suicide?

Just as everyone hesitated, not daring to cross the line.

"What are you all doing gathered here?"

Feng Changshan, wearing an overcoat, strode over, surrounded by more than a dozen armed guards.

"Supervisor Feng!"

The crowd felt as if they had been granted a pardon and quickly made way for them.

"Inspector, the Fox Clan's core cellar has been discovered here."

"The iron gate was forcibly broken open, and a demonic aura filled the air inside, suggesting that a powerful demon may be lurking there. We dare not venture in rashly and are awaiting your decision," Zhao Linchuan quickly stepped forward to report.

Feng Changshan stared at the entrance to the cellar, sensing the lingering demonic energy below, his brows furrowing into a deep frown.

He ignored Zhao Linchuan's flattery, and instead turned his head, scanning the crowd with his eyes.

"Where is Lu Guan?!"

Feng Changshan shouted, "Did you see Lu Guan along the way?"

"Lu Guan?"

Zhao Linchuan was taken aback, and the martial arts masters around him exchanged bewildered glances.

"Supervisor, that young actor... oh no, Brother Lu, didn't you stay at the Fuju Troupe tonight?"

"We didn't see a single shadow of him on our way here."

Everyone was puzzled.

This was such a great opportunity for the military governor's office to mobilize a large force and gain merit, yet Lu Guan didn't come.

Looking at the group of bewildered martial arts masters, Feng Changshan was so angry that he laughed and pointed at their noses while cursing.

"A bunch of idiots."

"Do you really think the Governor's army is just bored and has nothing better to do than come to this desolate place for target practice in the middle of the night?"

"Let me tell you."

"Today, this fatal weakness of the Fox Clan outside the pass was discovered by Lu Guan single-handedly, right under the noses of a hundred demons!"

boom!

These words were like a thunderbolt striking down in front of the artificial hill.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Zhao Linchuan's face twitched a few times, his expression filled with disbelief.

The nine-ringed swordsman was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped to the ground.

That little actor actually managed to sneak into the Fox Clan's lair all by himself, a place that even their main force found terrifying?

"What?!"

Su Ruoxue, standing in the crowd, turned deathly pale instantly.

She turned her head and stared at the cellar entrance.

Combined with what Zhao Linchuan just said, and that iron gate that was violently torn off...

"Could it be...?"

"Could it be... that Lu Guan broke in alone just now?!"

Feeling the eerie, sinister aura emanating from the depths of the cellar.

That was clearly a pressure several times more terrifying than that of the water monkeys of the Haihe River.

Even if Lu Guan comprehends the essence of the fist, even if he has the cultivation of Ming Jin Xiao Cheng.

But in the end, he was all alone!

How could someone who steps into such a deadly predicament alone possibly survive?!

"broken!"

Feng Changshan also realized what was happening, and his expression changed drastically.

Director Shen gave a strict order to cultivate Lu Guan as the future "Dark Force Killing God" of the Armed Forces Department, and the three-hundred-year-old Blood Spirit Mushroom has already been prepared.

If such a rare and exceptional talent were to perish in this ditch today, how would Feng Changshan explain himself back home?

"guard!"

Feng Changshan ripped the military overcoat off his shoulder.

"Bring those two Maxim machine guns over here and point them at the cellar door."

"All Ming Jin martial arts masters, draw your swords and load your bullets."

"Even if it's a mountain of knives and a sea of ​​fire below, I'll flatten it for you today!"

"I want to see him alive or dead!"

"yes!"

The soldiers of the Governor's Mansion moved extremely quickly.

"Click click click".

Two heavy machine guns were mounted on either side of the entrance to the artificial hill, their barrels blocking the passage to the cellar.

"Come with me!"

Feng Changshan took the lead.

Veins bulged on his dark, iron palm as he snatched a torch and charged directly into the tunnel.

Zhao Linchuan gritted his teeth, drew his steel knife, and followed closely behind.

Su Ruoxue was extremely anxious and pushed her movement technique to the limit, rushing past everyone.