Landlord Era: I can upgrade my entries

"My lord, you only need to wait."

Jia Xu smiled and said confidently.

"Alright, then I'll leave it to you."

Lu Changqing nodded slightly, and then, under Jia Xu's arrangement, he proceeded.

Zhao Yun and Huang Zhong prepared to lead two thousand Yellow Heaven Warriors to launch a surprise attack on Suzhou City.

However, before heading to Suzhou, Jia Xu led the two to the Canhe Manor, where the Murong family of Gusu resided.

Although Mantuo Villa has several boats, it is still a bit troublesome to send more than two thousand people there.

Lu Changqing naturally went with Jia Xu and the others.

The person leading the way was a servant from Mantuo Manor.

If Mantuo Manor is a garden of camellias in full bloom and exquisite beauty, then Canhe Manor is like a maze of reeds; without the servants of Mantuo Manor to guide you, it would be hard to find.

The group soon arrived at the dock of Canhezhuang.

An old man sat on the dock, watching a small boat approaching in the distance.

"Is it a ship from Mantuo Manor?"

The old man saw the small boat approaching, glanced at it, and then looked away.

The Wang family of Mantuo Manor and the Murong family had been on good terms for generations, so he wasn't surprised.

"My lord, the Sanhe Manor is right here."

The maidservant, her face filled with trepidation, spoke respectfully to Lu Changqing and his entourage.

"Zilong, I'm leaving him to you."

Lu Changqing said softly, then summoned a hundred Yellow Heaven Warriors.

"Yes, my lord!"

With a fighting spirit in his eyes, Zhao Yun led the Yellow Heaven Warriors into Canhe Village.

However, he was soon disappointed. Although there were some resisters in the village, they were no match for their group.

Murong Fu, one of the four great generals, was not at Canhe Manor at all. Lu Changqing guessed that Murong Fu was probably out again trying to win over people from the martial arts world in order to restore his kingdom.

Lu Changqing directly arranged for a group of Quanzhen disciples to plunder Canhe Village.

Lu Changqing also collected all the martial arts techniques from the Water Pavilion.

They even discovered several fortuitous treasures in the Huanshi Water Pavilion.

Among them was a piece of three-colored spiritual soil, which surprised Lu Changqing.

Meanwhile, under Jia Xu's arrangement, Ma Yu has already gone to challenge various sects.

For his first stop, Ma Yu chose the headquarters of the Beggars' Sect.

Ma Yu, dressed in a dark blue Taoist robe with a long sword hanging at his waist, appeared outside the Beggars' Sect headquarters.

"I am Danyangzi, and having heard that the Beggars' Clan is the greatest clan in the world, I have come down from the mountain today to challenge Chief Qiao!"

The sound, like waves, reached the headquarters of the Beggars' Sect.

In just a moment, Beggars' Sect disciples poured out of the headquarters like a flowing river.

"How dare you! Do you think you, an unknown Taoist priest, can challenge the leader of my Beggars' Sect so casually?"

An elder from the Beggars' Sect stepped out from among the disciples and sized up Ma Yu.

"A Beggars' Sect elder? That's all?"

Ma Yu glanced at the Beggars' Sect disciples around him with disdain in his eyes.

These Beggars' Sect disciples, although they practiced martial arts, were of varying skill levels and were quite disorganized.

Ma Yu's expression was calm, his right hand resting on the long sword at his waist.

The next second, a flash of sword light appeared.

Boom!

With a single sword strike, the building was cleaved in two like a block of tofu.

"Wow... such powerful internal energy!"

The Beggars' Sect disciples around them narrowed their eyes and their steps trembled slightly.

"you…"

The Beggar Clan elder, who had been so arrogant just moments before, suddenly felt his legs go weak and nearly fell to the ground.

"Guests are welcome, but isn't this a bit of an insult to the Beggars' Sect?"

A loud shout, like a lion's roar, came from afar.

Then Ma Yu saw a burly man with a square face walking over the house.

His aura was undisguised, exuding an air of dominance mixed with a dashing demeanor.

"Qiao Feng? The leader of the Beggars' Sect?"

Ma Yu's face showed a hint of interest. This Qiao Feng was actually a first-level peak martial artist, with extremely thick true qi, even comparable to second-level true qi.

Jia Xu had told him that Qiao Feng was exceptionally talented and generous, but his background made him vulnerable to being schemed against.

"Which Taoist temple do you come from? Why have I never heard of it before?"

Qiao Feng stood opposite Ma Yu, his eyes fixed on her.

He felt a strong threat from Ma Yu, something he had never felt before.

Since the name "Murong in the South, Qiao Feng in the North" spread, he has never encountered an opponent who could pose a threat to him.

"I am the leader of the Quanzhen Sect, and I have come to challenge the various sects on the orders of our lord."

"My lord?"

Qiao Feng frowned slightly, but before he could ask, Ma Yu spoke again: "The collapse of heaven and earth and the descent of the Lord to the mortal world are a blessing to this world."

"Let's fight!"

As he spoke, a sharp sword intent rose from his body, and his Taoist robe fluttered without wind under this aura.

Qiao Feng felt that the Taoist priest in front of him was talking nonsense, but he clearly heard the words "come and fight".

"Come!"

Qiao Feng shouted loudly, mobilized his internal energy, and directly used the Dragon-Capturing Skill.

A surge of powerful true energy erupted from his body, attempting to seize Ma Yu's longsword.

"Sword One, the Dao Begins!"

Ma Yu remained calm, then slashed his sword forward.

The sound of a sword rang out, and a flash of sword light instantly broke Qiao Feng's Dragon-Capturing Skill.

"So strong!"

A light suddenly shone in Qiao Feng's eyes. He could always learn martial arts in no time, and the Dragon Capturing Skill was his specialty, but it was broken by the Taoist in front of him with a single sword strike.

"Again!"

He took a heavy step and rushed towards Ma Yu, leaving behind a series of afterimages.

Every move he made was bold and expansive.

"He is truly a martial arts genius."

Ma Yu felt Qiao Feng's attack, his eyes filled with appreciation, but his sword did not falter in the slightest.

The sword flashed and easily blocked Qiao Feng's attack.

As the two were out of position, Ma Yu extended a palm and struck Qiao Feng directly in the chest.

With a single palm strike, Qiao Feng was sent flying backward.

"Such immense power!"

Qiao Feng felt as if he had been knocked away by a ferocious beast; the force gave him a strange sensation.

He was not fighting a skinny Taoist priest, but a black bear from the forest.

His opponent's swordsmanship was superb, and his strength was greater than his own, making him unable to match him.

With just one palm strike, he suffered considerable internal injuries.

Boom!

Qiao Feng crashed directly into the wall, instantly collapsing it and kicking up clouds of dust.

"Boss!"

Seeing Qiao Feng crash into the wall, the Beggars' Sect disciples shouted.

In their minds, Qiao Feng's strength, while not invincible, was certainly not something an ordinary Taoist priest could easily defeat.

Ma Yu remained calm as she approached Qiao Feng's location.

"Again!"

Qiao Feng shouted loudly and then prepared to get up and fight Ma Yu for another eight hundred rounds.

"There's no need. Your strength is limited to the first tier; you're no match for me."

Ma Yu shook her head slightly, then spoke again.

"My lord said that the world is vast, not just this one, and the path of martial arts, even at the first level, is only just beginning."

"One month from now, at Changqing Tower in Suzhou, welcome the leader of the Beggars' Sect. There you will find not only information about your origins, but also information about your biological father."

Ma Yu stretched out his hand, and a black iron token appeared in his palm.

On the front of the token is engraved a single character, "青" (qing).

"With this order, you may enter the Evergreen Pavilion."

After saying this, Ma Yu took one last look at Qiao Feng before heading away into the distance.

Qiao Feng felt the coolness of the black iron token, and his eyes flickered slightly.

Every word the Taoist priest spoke was shrouded in mystery.

"Suzhou? Changqinglou?"

Touching the token in his hand, Qiao Feng became even more interested in the Changqing Tower.

Moreover, Changqinglou also has information about his biological father.