Three Kingdoms: Conquer Wu from Maicheng with Cavalry and Swords, Don't Fall Behind

The study was quiet. Guan Yu looked out the window. The moon was high in the sky, and a light dew hung in the air—a rare fine day. He stretched his legs and swayed his arms slightly, looking relaxed and at ease.

"It feels so good to have control over my limbs again. I almost thought I had really become a human pig. No, even worse than a human pig. I never want to experience crawling again in my life. I was born a head shorter than a human."

Guan Yu recalled his miserable life and shuddered. Life and death meant nothing to him, but he could not bear the humiliation of being unable to take care of himself.

"Guan Yu is not as good as Han Xin."

The overwhelming negative emotions had thrown his mind into a complete mess. Just as he was starting to sort things out, a scroll of scriptures came to mind.

Following his body's instincts, Guan Yu sat down and began to breathe in and out, coordinating his movements with his limbs. He then felt a wisp of energy around him, which slowly seeped into his body through his pores as he exhaled.

His powerful physique gradually accumulated internal strength, which permeated his meridians, producing faint sounds as his muscles and bones resonated powerfully!

He could clearly feel the throbbing of his internal organs, a truly unique and unforgettable experience.

"His Majesty said this is the 'Six Harmonies Divine Qi Gong,' and it is indeed wondrous beyond words," Guan Yu murmured, recalling his experiences over the past few days, which felt like a dream.

The three brothers Zhang Jiao, Zhang Bao, and Zhang Liang were resurrected from the dead. The four brothers immediately became close friends, as if they were old acquaintances. However, due to differences in their ideals, they faced off against each other in a life-or-death struggle, but ultimately chose to respect one another.

"Born in a chaotic world, one should be like a great roc. One should serve the court to secure the nation and comfort the common people to stabilize the world!" Guan Yu's belief was stronger than ever before.

He tried to recall the details of the "Six Harmonies Divine Qigong," but he couldn't remember them no matter what he tried.

"In this way, the Six Harmonies Divine Qi Gong cannot be passed on to the eldest brother and the third brother."

Guan Yu stroked his long beard, a hint of regret in his eyes. He himself couldn't understand it, so how could he explain it clearly? Perhaps when he became stronger, he could communicate directly with the Venerable One and then seek his guidance.

After these days of fighting, Maicheng has been defended. The next step is to defeat Lü Meng and reclaim Jingzhou.

"With His Excellency arranging everything, I have nothing to worry about."

Guan Yu was filled with surging energy and eager to try. He strolled to the backyard of the county government office and spotted a supply wagon loaded with grain, which he estimated to weigh two thousand catties.

The spine gathers power and transforms into a great dragon, forcefully lifting the supply wagon.

"It hasn't reached its limit yet," Guan Yu commented casually, then smoothly lowered the supply wagon.

Xiang Yu, the Hegemon-King, possessed the strength to lift a tripod, yet it weighed only a thousand catties.

Guan Yu's current strength can no longer be measured by simple lifting. Leveling up increases his health and strength, and with the use of internal energy, he can easily take on a thousand enemies single-handedly.

"Without Your Excellency's intervention, I can break through the enemy's formation of five thousand men and kill their general."

Guan Yu stroked his magnificent beard, his arrogance burning brightly. His formidable martial prowess gave him extraordinary confidence. A moment later, a long, rumbling sound came from his stomach.

"I just realized I haven't eaten for days. Every time I'm with the Lord, I'm always hungry. I wonder if I'll starve to death?"

Sad.

This was the first time Guan Yu had ever been so worried. What if he didn't die on the battlefield but instead starved to death? How could he explain that? He asked the guards on duty for directions and then strolled towards the corridor east of the county government office.

Under the roof beams hung dried venison and horse meat.

"It seems we don't need to worry about food in the city for now." Guan Yu walked into the kitchen, where there were two pots and one cauldron, all made of pottery. The table was three feet wide with low legs, and iron knives, wooden daggers, bamboo sieves, and other items hung on the wall; the furnishings were simple.

He went to the stove, lifted the wooden lid, and found leftover white rice from yesterday in the basin. He grabbed the earthenware jar containing ingredients from the corner of the wall, sprinkled out salt, fermented black beans, and soy sauce, and mixed them together.

"Salt is essential, otherwise the body won't have the strength. I don't know when His Majesty will return, so I must hurry."

Guan Yu shoveled rice into the bowl with his chopsticks in a whirlwind, his cheeks bulging out. The bowl of rice was emptied in no time and slammed down on the table with a "bang".

Upon hearing the guards' report that the lord might not have eaten, Wang Fu rushed over to check, almost thinking he had been robbed: "My lord, I will immediately order someone to prepare some food and wine."

Guan Yu calmly replied, "No need for that."

Wang Fu observed carefully for a while, and was secretly amazed. The Marquis seemed to have become several years younger!

As people reach their sixties, their energy and blood decline. Their teeth loosen, their vision blurs, and they are no longer as strong as they once were.

Your Excellency's ability to regain youth must be due to your martial arts training; it is truly unfathomable. Simple martial arts training alone could not possibly achieve such an effect.

Wang Fu tentatively asked, "My lord, have you broken through in your martial arts?"

Guan Yu was about to answer when he suddenly froze, thinking to himself, "This is bad."

The Emperor has arrived!

Qi Ye cooked noodles and just logged back in when he suddenly saw an unfamiliar environment. He instinctively tried using the mouse.

Normal attack!

The Martial Saint's powerful tiger-like body suddenly turned, and with a punch carrying the force of wind and thunder, he slammed into the beam pillar. Like a giant hammer piercing the air, wood chips flew everywhere, the kitchen shook and collapsed, and rows of venison and horse meat fell down.

Wang Fu cried out in his heart, "Save me! Save me!"

A group of cooks, dressed in turbans and short clothes, heard the commotion and rushed out of their sleep, bewildered and not knowing what had happened.

The Martial Saint bore the heaviest burden, providing shelter for Wang Fu.

"Isn't this the safe zone?" Qi Ye didn't dare to try again, a little ashamed.

"Your Majesty is mighty! Next time, I mean next time, please don't be so reckless." Wang Fu was on the verge of tears. Why did he have to ask?

The Martial Saint's eyes were icy: "Does this Jiangdong rat have absolutely no fault whatsoever?"

Wang Fu was shocked: "My lord?!"

The Martial Saint, shaking off Da Liang, declared with high spirits, "I, Guan, will now go and settle scores with those Jiangdong scoundrels and vent my anger!"

Having said that, he strode forward with swift and decisive steps to draw his bow. He wore no armor and did not bring Red Hare with him.

Wang Fu advised, "My lord, let it go, let it go, there's no need to act impulsively."

The Martial Saint insisted, "I, Guan, cannot swallow this insult. Besides, Ji Bo is a kind and benevolent man who repays evil with kindness. He upholds righteousness even in chaotic times. What a fine person he is, yet he is trapped by those rats from Jiangdong. I, Guan, will go and rescue him."

Wang Fu was taken aback, and he also thought of Yi Ji. When Maicheng was in danger, Yi Ji bravely went to persuade them to surrender, but who would have thought that these Jiangdong scoundrels would detain them to this day.

"Lu Meng may have set up a trap, waiting for you, my lord, to rescue Ji Bo."

The Martial Saint, with an aura of dominance, declared: "What a perfect net of heaven and earth! Time to wipe them all out and have a good, satisfying slaughter!"

Wang Fu earnestly advised, "My lord, you must be absolutely certain before attempting a rescue!"

The Martial Saint replied politely, "Alright, I promise you. I will first sneak in and rescue Uncle Ji quietly, without acting rashly."

Wang Fu looked up at the moon and said, "..."

The Martial Saint strode away, heading straight for the foot of the city wall. He leaped, then leaped again, directly scaling the ten-foot-high wall.

"Hmm? I unlocked double jump?" Qi Ye looked at his habit bar, which had consumed 5 points.

He activated his stealth ability, and yellow arrows appeared around him, but no red ones, indicating that he had not yet been discovered.

The Martial Saint leaped and leaped again, jumping off the city wall which was about ten feet high.

"It seems that it can be stabilized even on city walls and cliffs that are seven or eight zhang high," Qi Ye deduced.

He couldn't help but recall a saying: "Jump freely when there's water or haystacks, double jump when there's no water or haystacks, and fly around with double Ws while traveling."

But be careful with your habit value, or you'll run out of internal energy and die instantly!