In the thirty-third year of Jingtai, on the first day of the seventh month, folk tradition says the ghost gates open.

“All whom my eyes see that can still move shall be killed; all whom my ears hear that can still speak shall be executed without mercy.”

In the fourteenth year of Jingtai, on the third month’s bingwu day, the Demon King of Angry Cang ordered the massacre of the city.

That year, bandits attacked Bazhou. Both sides fought fiercely for half a year. Seeing heavy casualties on their own side and the court’s army stubbornly resisting, Qin Baxian finally issued the bloody order to massacre the city. When word spread, the relief armies from neighboring states were all terrified with fear, and no one dared to rush to Bazhou’s aid. At the end of the third month, the bandits breached the great city. County Magistrate Li Yan died in battle, Vice General Ma Bao and Zhang Wei committed suicide, and all the city’s captives—whether military or civilian, old or weak—were herded to the southern plaza to await execution.

The massacre order had been issued. The Overlord rode his chariot into the city, heading straight for the command platform. All that the demon’s eyes saw would be killed; all that the demon’s ears heard would be killed. The captives throughout the city trembled with terror, yet no one dared make a sound. Even the children had their mouths covered by adults, fearing that the slightest noise would surely result in being hacked to death by the rebels’ chaotic blades.

One hundred thousand soldiers and civilians knelt motionless, shivering, and the entire city became like a ghostly realm.

The demon’s chariot suddenly stopped. Qin Baxian stepped onto the high platform. The forest of spears and sea of blades around the plaza rose in response to his presence. The common people understood in their hearts that when the Demon King’s footsteps ceased, the gates of hell would open, and this place would become a bloody, flesh-mangled slaughterhouse.

It was high noon. The footsteps stopped. The Demon King finally ascended the high platform. He sat down slowly with his back to the crowd. Once a military order was issued, it could not be recalled. Women, children, and the weak had tears in their eyes and closed them tightly, waiting only for the moment when the cold blade would fall on their necks and finally free them from their overwhelming fear.

In the complete silence, Qin Baxian neither spoke nor moved. His armored figure, viewed from afar, seemed like a god or demon.

An incense stick’s time had passed. The captives soiled themselves, but the demon god did not turn around.

A tea’s time was exhausted. The common people looked at each other in confusion, but the Overlord remained still as a mountain, never turning back.

An hour later, the city gates opened and panicked footsteps echoed from all directions. Qin Baxian still faced away from the crowd, never turning his body or head.

When the western mountains were bathed in evening light and the sky filled with sunset clouds, Qin Baxian finally slowly rose and turned around to gaze at the silent southern plaza.

The field was empty—not a single person remained. Apart from the setting sun stretching his shadow into a long black line, not a human figure could be seen.

The people had left. Before entering the city, he had secretly ordered Tang Shiqian to open the city gates and allow the one hundred thousand soldiers and civilians to flee at their leisure, with no troops permitted to obstruct them. From beginning to end, he had never turned back for a single glance. He saw no one who could move, and he heard no one speaking or crying. He had not violated his own massacre order.

The ferocious and terrifying massacre order had intimidated the court’s relief armies, crushed the enemy people’s morale, and frightened the emperor in the Forbidden City. Who would have known that in the end, it was all a lie? After all, he could not bring himself to do it.

This was the only massacre in the Marquis of Wude’s entire life.

The Battle of Bazhou established his reputation for heroic righteousness, but it also sealed Qin Baxian’s fate.

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Song Gongmai closed the file and sighed softly.

Qin Baxian did not love killing. He said he was a scholarly general, not a bandit. He said he was loyal to his sovereign and loved his country, only suffering from the schemes of petty men. He said he never forgot the people’s suffering and wished to leave room for reconciliation with the court. Such a character could indeed be considered a principled and capable rebel.

However, the more principled and capable a person is, the more likely they are to suffer a tragic defeat. Qin Baxian was ambushed and, after being surrounded and attacked by expert fighters at Ghost Pavilion, was skinned and his corpse destroyed, becoming a lonely, masterless soul under a tree in a foreign land. With Qin Baxian’s intelligence and wisdom, no one knows why he agreed to accept imperial amnesty. Apart from the treacherous ministers’ mockery, all that remains in the world is sighs—Qin Baxian died in murky, unclear circumstances.

The same mistake would not be made a second time. Qin Baxian did not love killing—but what about Qin Zhonghai? This fierce general who also came from court origins—would he kill as courteously and soft-heartedly as his father?

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“Lord Song.”

Song Gongmai looked up at the person speaking. The man had a rectangular face, sword-like eyebrows extending to his temples, and wore heavy armor. This was Lu Yun, the jiachen year’s top-ranked scholar and Prefect of Changzhou. Looking at this fellow townsman with handsome eyebrows and starry eyes, Song Gongmai suddenly felt at ease. The court had promoted many upright people over these years, and Lu Yun was one of them. With such ambitious men entering the court as officials, there might be hope for the moribund government.

Lu Yun bowed with cupped hands: “The receiving monk from Shaolin Temple has come.”

Song Gongmai nodded slightly, stood up, and strode out of the camp.

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Endless wind and sand blew continuously. The tent flap suddenly lifted, and a red-armored old general emerged from the tent. This man was ten feet tall and had to bend his waist when exiting the camp—truly the imposing “Shandong Song Divine Blade.” A staff officer followed beside him, precisely Lu Yun.

In the distance, horns moaned and wailed. Outside the commander’s tent, famous generals gathered. One could see a person wearing black armor with a cold smile—undoubtedly the cunning and treacherous “Huaixi High Heavenly General.” Behind him stood a fat, large man with eyes looking skyward and a cold gaze—the young and spirited “Lingnan Zhao Awakened Lion.”

Standing in the distance were three yellow-armored old generals. The leader was “Liaodong General” Zuo Congyi, while the other two were “Vanguard Commander” Huang Ying and “Jianzhou Regional Military Commissioner” Shi Ping. Each led ten deputy generals and had traveled all the way from Liaodong. They were now encamped at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain.

Last winter, Liu Jing’s coup failed, finally causing great chaos in the capital city. The ripple effects led to Qin Zhonghai’s capture and imprisonment. With his disabled body, he fled to the martial world. Looking at this midsummer day, the former guerrilla general who had suffered and left the capital had already made a comeback. First, he rekindled the flames of war and gathered his old troops, then heavily damaged the Jiang faction’s forces and absorbed the Western barbarian rebel army. At this moment, chaos was about to engulf the world, and the empire was in grave danger.

Shaolin Temple was located in Henan, only a few hundred li from the capital. The Angry Cang bandits had spent the past few days breaking into small groups, crossing mountains and ridges all the way east along the river into Central Plains. To protect Beijing’s safety, the court dispatched troops to provide aid—one hundred thousand soldiers divided into six routes. Four routes guarded the four directions around Mount Song, one route held the line to contain the Angry Cang forces, and one route waited for the opportunity to advance west to the Tianshui stronghold. At this moment, the “Acting Northern Pacification Commissioner” and Song Gongmai’s main army had already established camps and formations at the mountain’s base, waiting only for the bandits to arrive.

Central Plains had not seen warfare for twenty years. This battle, being near Beijing, was naturally of great importance. Whether the people of the realm could live in peace and happiness or would once again be displaced would be clear after the battle.

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The wind was fierce and urgent. Banners flew all over the mountains, and the great army spread across the wilderness. A large group of monks passed through the camps and arrived before the commander’s tent. The leader monk put his palms together and bowed: “This humble monk Lingyin leads fellow monks to pay respects to Lord Song’s well-being.” The speaking monk had kind eyebrows and benevolent eyes—he was precisely Master Lingyin, known as the “Compassionate Vajra.” Several people followed beside him, including one with a large, fat build who was Lingzhen.

Song Gongmai nodded slightly. He looked around but did not see Yang Suguan’s shadow. At this moment, with the great battle about to begin, Yang Suguan was nowhere to be seen. Song Gongmai felt slightly puzzled and frowned, raising his voice to ask: “Master, where is Imperial Physician Yang?”

Lingyin bowed and answered: “Brother Yang is currently in Dharma Hall discussing the overall situation with our Uncle Master Tianjue. Since Brother Yang cannot personally come down the mountain, this humble monk has come to guide the way. Shortly, we will escort the Angry Cang heroes up the mountain to pay respects to Buddha. We hope Your Lordship will grant this convenience.”

Song Gongmai made an “oh” sound. He had not expected that Yang Suguan could not come down the mountain to command. Before he could ask questions, An’dao Jing behind him was already clamoring: “Absurd! Ridiculous! Complete nonsense! Those bandits like Qin Zhonghai are so cunning—how would they simply follow you up the mountain? You foolish monks, stop your wishful thinking!”

Hearing An’dao Jing’s loud rebuke, Lingyin and the others looked uncomfortable. However, Lingzhen was not afraid of him and immediately roared angrily: “You bastard! Buddha Master has Qianlong in his grasp—if he tells them to go east, who among them would dare go west?” An’dao Jing cursed back: “Fine then—if you tell them to die, will they go or not?” The two shouted at each other and immediately began quarreling.

Lu Yun listened from the side. At this moment, regardless of who was right or wrong, such disputes and quarreling should not occur. Looking at this chaotic scene, how could this battle be fought? Lu Yun was well-versed in military strategy and knew that using troops most feared internal strife. He sighed and turned to look at Zuo Congyi, hoping he would step forward to mediate. Zuo Congyi held the rank of general and was the highest military officer among the Liu faction on this expedition. Seeing Lu Yun’s expression, he immediately understood and stepped forward: “Commander An makes sense, and the masters also have a point. However, this is warfare after all, not martial world fighting. Acting alone is always inadvisable. Let’s first sit down and carefully deliberate and plan together…” Lingzhen remained proudly defiant and said coldly: “Deliberate what crap? Having captured Qianlong is enough! How would they dare disobey?”

As soon as these words were spoken, a chorus of curses immediately arose before the commander’s tent. Everyone pointed and shouted angrily, arguing with each other, and no one could suppress anyone else.

Zuo Congyi ignored the crazy monk and turned to the Compassionate Vajra to persuade: “Master, at this moment your temple holds a hostage. Logically, Angry Cang Mountain should obediently comply… However… however, this person’s life, no matter how precious, is still just one person. How can it match the lives and fortunes of a whole mountain of skilled fighters?” He paused and put his palms together: “Master, General Qin was formerly a great general of our Liu faction. We know his temperament best. This man is definitely not some kind-hearted believer. If Master wants to get the Angry Cang leaders up the mountain, you must plan carefully for the long term.”

Although Zuo Congyi’s words were unpleasant to hear, they were undoubtedly true. Although Qin Zhonghai and others came for Qianlong, they were not kind-hearted believers who would submit to everything. If they were to easily go up the mountain, what would they do if there were ambushes in the temple? Would they all be captured together with Qianlong and locked in prison? The Liu faction veterans knew Qin Zhonghai’s character well. Although they had no intention of making things difficult for Lingyin, they knew their former colleague was brave and resourceful, definitely not easy to deal with, so they spoke up to advise. Who would have known this would provoke Lingzhen’s wild cursing, which was truly embarrassing.

Seeing Song Gongmai, Lu Yun, and Zuo Congyi all looking at him, Lingyin lowered his eyebrows and eyes, put his palms together and said: “Benefactors, please do not worry. We invite the Angry Cang heroes to plead for the common people of the world. Where sincerity reaches, metal and stone will open. With Buddha’s heavenly protection, General Qin will surely agree to come up the mountain.”

Hearing these words, all the generals in the field could not help but laugh heartily. Zuo Congyi stared speechlessly, and Lu Yun was dejectedly silent. Gao Tianwei laughed until his stomach hurt and gasped: “Master, oh Master! The Angry Cang bandits are arrogant and unruly, their conduct most stubborn. Your vision is so naive—if you ruin your own lives, that’s fine, but don’t drag down our four great families too!”

Lingzhen reached into his robes and took out an object, throwing it fiercely at Gao Tianwei while cursing: “Shorty! Open your dog eyes wide and see clearly what Buddha Master has in his hands!” Although Gao Tianwei was short, his abilities were considerable. He hated most when people mocked his stature. Fire shot from his eyes, and he spat, caught the object in his hand, and upon opening his eyes to look, saw it was the seal of the Acting Northern Pacification Commissioner.

Seeing the token Yang Suguan had handed down, the field immediately quieted, and everyone stopped arguing. At this moment, “Acting Northern Pacification Commissioner” Yang Suguan waited in Dharma Hall, arranging the meeting between the Shaolin and Angry Cang leaders. Unable to personally come down the mountain to command, he had Song Gongmai step forward to deploy the army. If Song Gongmai and others stubbornly refused to obey military orders, the commander would certainly have military law waiting for them.

Everyone before the tent understood clearly that today’s only task was to escort the Angry Cang leaders up the mountain. As for whether these bandits would happily listen to Buddhist teachings or be willing to negotiate with court ministers—that was the business of Monk Tianjue and Yang Suguan. No matter how idle or bored they were, they need not wade into these murky waters.

Song Gongmai took a deep breath and nodded: “Very well. Since Master has already made arrangements, we will say no more.”

Lingyin put his palms together: “Thank you, Your Lordship. Brother Yang has instructed that we invite all court officials up the mountain to participate in the compassionate Buddhist teachings.” Before everyone could respond, An’dao Jing had already snorted and cursed under his breath: “They want to convert us too? Has Tianjue gone senile in his old age?”

Although An’dao Jing spoke quietly, Lingzhen heard him. His bell-like big eyes glared, fire shot from his nose, and he angrily said: “Hey! What filthy nonsense are you spouting?” An’dao Jing turned his head away, pretending not to know, though his mouth didn’t dare speak further.

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Although the situation was tense, the various court forces still could not unite. Looking at An’dao Jing making trouble and joking around, Gao Tianwei sneering insidiously—their purpose was purely to create chaos. When they went into battle to kill enemies shortly, they would certainly be more hindrance than help. Looking again at Song Gongmai, aged and elderly; Zhu Kang, a yellow-mouthed child; Zhao Renyong, young and hot-blooded—even if these three had hearts for battle, they would likely be of no help.

Among the Liu faction, the people were most loyal and upright. This battle contributed the most troops and should logically be the backbone of the army and key to victory or defeat. Who would have known that these old generals were filled with desolation and showed not half a bit of heroic determination to face death? First, look at Lu Yun—listless and noncommittal about everything. Then look at Zuo Congyi—pacing back and forth with furrowed brows. Everyone’s eyes were dim, and not one person discussed military affairs.

It was no wonder they felt this way—who could blame them when Qin Zhonghai was a former Liu faction general? How could they feel enthusiastic about killing enemies and achieving merit?

The situation was falling apart, nearly splitting into five pieces. This battle would probably be decided before it even began.

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While feeling troubled, suddenly horn sounds came from outside the camp. Scouts’ shouts traveled from far to near, arriving like a tide in an instant.

“The Angry Cang bandits have reached ten li before our formation!”

Upon learning this news, the generals rose together without waiting for the scouts to run into their camps. Song Gongmai raised his right arm high and shouted: “Pass down the order—the four anti-bandit army routes shall open camps and deploy for battle! The entire army shall resist the enemy!” Banners fluttered, cannons roared continuously, and the central camp gates opened. Song Gongmai led the way out, with Gao Tianwei, Zuo Congyi, Shi Ping and others following closely behind. The generals’ cavalry units scattered and moved forward to form battle lines.

Under cloudless skies, visibility was clear across the grassland. The court army established front and rear defensive lines with a total of sixty thousand troops, waiting only for the enemy to appear and violate the boundaries before delivering devastating counterattacks.

Song Gongmai rode into the formation to personally command, with staff officers Zhong Siwen and Lu Yun attending at his sides. At the front of the formation, his only son Song Tongming led twenty thousand red-armored troops, with Blade Gate disciples as support and Jade Gate Pass garrison troops as reserves, all protecting the commander.

Looking left and right of the formation, Gao Tianwei wore a cold smile and Zhao Renyong showed spirited vigor. One led black-armored troops and the other commanded green-armored troops, each leading ten thousand soldiers. An’dao Jing commanded five thousand sword and axe men, positioned behind the formation—anyone who dared retreat or flee would become souls under their blades.

The upper formation led by the four great families already showed an elite appearance. The lower vanguard forces showed even more the bearing of a magnificent army and great generals.

For this court expedition, the vanguard forces were entirely led by Liu faction generals. In the vast wilderness, the vanguard central army formed three thousand troops. This route was the front line where both sides would first engage—the most critical position. However, the current general bearing this great responsibility showed no fear on his face. Looking at this man’s mountain-broad shoulders and dignified square face radiating majesty, this was the martially skilled Wu Dingyuan, known as “True Dragon of a Generation.”

Besides Wu Dingyuan’s central route, the vanguard’s three routes had two other armies for mutual support. The left was personally led by Zuo Congyi, the right commanded by Shi Ping. Together they led fifteen thousand troops to protect Wu Dingyuan’s three thousand soldiers.

Wu Dingyuan had arrived at Shaoshi Mountain quite early, even half a day before Lu Yun. At this moment, seeing him focused and martially imposing, Lu Yun secretly praised in his heart: “Although Dingyuan comes from a constable background, he learns battlefield tactics immediately without appearing green or inexperienced.”

While observing, a light laugh came from behind, and someone turned to ask Lu Yun: “Prefect, how is this angular formation of mine? Can it withstand the Angry Cang Mountain assault?” Lu Yun turned around to see a military advisor with a smile at the corners of his mouth looking at him. This person had a pale complexion and leisurely demeanor—he was Zhong Siwen, the grand military advisor that Jade Gate Pass garrison had relied on for many years.

This formation arrangement was entirely based on Zhong Siwen’s recommendations. This person was highly valued by Jiang Chong and Jiang Yi, so the generals had no objections. Hearing his inquiry, Lu Yun’s heart immediately tensed, and he cupped his hands: “Sir, you have experienced hundreds of battles. How can a scholar’s views like mine compare? Today I particularly want to seek your guidance.”

Zhong Siwen heard his polite words and immediately looked up and down at Lu Yun with lightning-like eyes, then smiled: “Prefect, you’re too kind. You previously accompanied military expeditions to the Western Regions—how can ordinary scholars compare? Zhong should learn much from you.” The two exchanged polite words, but the competitive meaning was quite strong.

While speaking, large numbers of foot soldiers had already moved forward and lined up behind An’dao Jing’s sword and axe men. These men carried weapons and guarded one hundred large carts in formation—they were disciples of “Hebei Zhu Iron Spear.” The Zhu family manor’s previous generation of experts had withered away completely, Old Lady Zhu had been injured by Azure Robe Scholar, and young master Zhu Kang, apart from showing off and acting authoritative, had no other uses. Apart from assigning him to guard supplies, there was nothing else he could do.

Everyone was waiting when suddenly Song Gongmai took a deep breath and said: “Angry Cang Mountain has arrived.”

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Spring flowers bloomed all over the mountains. In the distance at the horizon, an object floated up—a military banner slowly rising over the hill.

“ANGER!”

The great banner fluttered. In the center of the military flag, on a white background in bright red, was a blood-red character for “ANGER.” The flag surface was pure white, the flag character bright red. Though it should have been a time of gentle breezes and beautiful sun, the sunlight reflecting on that bright red “ANGER” character seemed stained with blood, appearing doubly sinister.

The generals thought of the grievances between the Qin family and the court, and their hearts filled with dread.

At high noon, the “ANGER” character flag fluttered in the wind. Just then, smoke and dust filled the distance, and immediately thunderous rumbling sounds continued without end. The ground shook up and down as if the earth dragon was turning over. The enemy army’s horses had not yet arrived, but their might already shook Central Plains—truly terrifying and fearsome.

In the drifting smoke and dust, two great banners first appeared over the hill. The text on both banners was as large as bamboo hats, and everyone could clearly see:

Angry Cang Mountain Raises Troops for Revenge, Qin Zhonghai Avenges His Father

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These fourteen characters entered their vision, and the court officials immediately broke out in sweaty palms. Lu Yun and Wu Dingyuan felt distressed and turned their heads away, unwilling to look further. Zuo Congyi sighed deeply: “Qin Zhonghai really makes a grand show—he’s truly come to avenge his father!” Song Gongmai, Gao Tianwei, Zhao Xingshi and others, thinking of Qin Baxian’s tragic death, were all grimly silent.

“Raise troops for revenge, avenge his father”—these two lines clearly stated the enemy army’s purpose. Twenty years ago, Qin Baxian accepted imperial amnesty but was surrounded and attacked outside Ghost Pavilion, finally dying tragically on the road. Now the mountain stronghold had risen again, with barbarian troops as backbone, old generals as commanders, plus the newly joined heroes from Twin Dragon Stronghold—their strength was absolutely not to be underestimated. Seeing these Angry Cang heroes carrying the banner of “restore the stronghold and avenge past wrongs” in their attack, how could they swallow this grievance without bringing back “Qianlong”? Today’s battle between enemy and ally would certainly involve fierce dragon-tiger combat.

Thinking of this, everyone’s faces became quite grim, while Lu Yun secretly sighed and appeared somewhat dejected.

The enemy army ascended the hill. A tiger-like general surveyed all directions, galloped out of formation, and with a long howl, a rousing shout came from the hill:

“Angry Cang—all our good fellows have arrived!”

This person’s voice was like a great bell, mighty and shaking the wilderness. Looking at him—purple face, silver beard, astride a verdant treasured horse, holding a twelve-foot great cavalry saber, with a red flag bearing white characters reading “Spirit Rushing North of the Passes Shi.” This person was precisely the one who had dominated the Western Regions for decades, ranked second among the Five Tiger Generals—”Evil Gold” Shi Gang!

Shi Gang raised his cavalry saber and reined in his horse atop the mountain ridge, declaring in a clear voice: “By Heaven’s mandate, we good fellows today welcome back our mountain’s Qianlong Military Advisor! Any who dare obstruct will be killed without mercy!” Gao Tianwei and others were all furious upon hearing this. Song Gongmai, always steady and self-controlled, immediately waved his hand to stop them and said coldly: “Gentlemen, do not act rashly. Let us first observe the enemy’s true strength before responding.”

Before his words finished, a cannon shot sounded. The left wing general had also ridden out of formation, with a green flag bearing white characters reading “Jiangdong Sail Shadow Lu” behind him. This person had a pale face and black beard, refined and scholarly—precisely “Jiangdong Sail Shadow” Lu Guzhan. This man dominated Jiangnan and fought hundreds of battles, with the court never able to completely eliminate him—truly someone everyone knew by name. Seeing him holding a long whip with graceful bearing, the court generals thought of two tigers joining forces and each felt a chill in their hearts. Lu Yun sighed even more deeply.

Lu Guzhan had just emerged when war drums thundered like thunder. The Angry Cang right wing general had also appeared. This person had eyes like bright stars and leaped out on horseback. Looking at his radiant spirit—truly a handsome man! Behind this person, a yellow flag bore white characters reading “Xiliang Little Lu Bu Han”—precisely the formerly impoverished and wandering “A’Sha” Han Yi.

Gao Tianwei had fought many battles with Angry Cang in the past and knew Han Yi’s background. He sneered coldly and shook his head: “A gentleman by nature, why become a bandit? This boy completely disappeared for over ten years, yet as soon as Angry Cang Mountain rebelled, he rushed out to rebel and cause chaos—truly unchanging in his deadly nature.” Lu Yun had also seen A’Sha and never expected he would be an Angry Cang general. For a moment, his heart filled with desolation, and he sighed silently.

While sighing, horn sounds rang out. Two riders flew from the enemy formation. The left rider was an old man laughing toward heaven with an iron sword on his back—”Iron Sword Shaking the South” Li Tieshan. The right rider was a big man with heroic expression gripping a steel blade—”Snake Crane Double Movement” Hao Zhenxiang.

An’dao Jing had deep hatred with Hao Zhenxiang. Seeing his face, he immediately spat and shouted: “Li Tieshan being a bandit is one thing! But this Hao Zhenxiang was formerly a Ministry of Justice instructor—how did he also join a mountain stronghold? Rebel—truly rebelled! His entire family should be executed!”

Li Tieshan had mighty martial arts and once used his divine Iron Sword to split giant rocks, shaking the world. That Hao Zhenxiang was formerly a Brocade Guard staff and spear instructor and had taught martial arts to constables throughout the realm. With such connections to the court, who would have known he would also join a mountain stronghold? Seeing Hao Zhenxiang’s face, An’dao Jing remembered this man had once served as an official under him. He immediately pointed and cursed first, fearing people would point and whisper behind his back about his poor subordinate management—that would be more than he could handle.

The two riders Li and Hao galloped out, reaching the front of the formation and immediately separated outward, making way.

“Dong! Dong! Dong!”

War drums beat continuously. Both armies were completely silent without half a sound, all waiting for the Angry Cang Mountain leader to emerge.

Horse calls and wind whistling, the great army stood solemnly. One person, neither hurried nor slow, gradually rode out. Sunlight reflected on his iron leg, making the light doubly dazzling.

The Liu faction people said quietly: “He’s coming.”

A fierce tiger approached with low roars. This person had an aquiline nose and hawk eyes, with a tattoo of guilt on his forehead. His left leg was missing half, replaced with a heavy iron leg. Looking at the white flag with red characters behind him, it read precisely “Angry Cang Qin Zhonghai” in five blood-red large characters.

“If one day I fulfill my soaring ambitions, I dare laugh that Huang Chao was no true man.” Qin Zhonghai had once suffered endless grievances and escaped the capital with nine deaths and one life, yet at this moment he could proudly lead ten thousand troops to the foot of Shaoshi Mountain to challenge the world’s greatest sect—truly like a lifetime ago. Lu Yun watched with tears filling his eyes as memories of past events in the capital flew into his heart.

While everyone was watching, creaking sounds arose—there was still another person coming behind Qin Zhonghai. Seeing the Angry Cang generals make way, this newcomer must be an important figure. Indeed, an old man sat leisurely on a Zhuge cart, gently waving a feather fan. A small flag was inserted on the cart reading “Phoenix Feather Military Advisor Tang” in five characters. Song Gongmai, Gao Tianwei and others, seeing his appearance and remembering the bloody battle at Zhu Family Manor, all changed expressions greatly and showed extreme wariness.

Nine Flowers Mountain had originally been an orthodox martial arts lineage. Who would have known that the battle at Zhu Family Manor would backfire, actually forcing people up the mountain? The waxing and waning between righteous and evil sides was truly a great loss. Wu Dingyuan, Lu Yun and others, thinking of this matter, became even more dissatisfied with High Heavenly General and Iron Spear Zhu.

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At this moment, Angry Cang Mountain had not yet formed battle lines. Lingyin, under orders to escort the heroes up the mountain, saw the opportunity must not be lost. He quickly led the monks out of the great army, gathered his internal energy, and called loudly: “General Qin! We are here under orders from Great Master Tianjue and Acting Northern Commissioner General Yang to welcome you all up the mountain. Please, General Qin and all heroes, come out of formation to meet!”

Lingyin’s internal energy was profound. His voice carried clearly across the ten thousand troops. Gao Tianwei, Song Gongmai and others were knowledgeable and secretly praised him.

Who would have known that after Lingyin shouted several times, the other side acted as if they hadn’t heard. Undeterred, he repeated his words again, but the Angry Cang generals still waited quietly for orders. No one responded, and their intentions couldn’t be discerned. An’dao Jing chuckled quietly: “You deserve to pray to Buddha for protection, you fool.”

Lingyin was secretly anxious, not knowing what to do. Over there, Gao Tianwei had deep hatred with Angry Cang like the sea. He had long wanted to step forward and stir up trouble—ideally provoking both Shaolin and Angry Cang to slaughter each other until both perished. That would be truly satisfying. He laughed heartily, rode out of formation on his own, came to the midline between both armies’ positions, raised his whip and shouted: “Tattooed brat, are you deaf? Someone’s calling you! If you don’t dare respond, then quickly dismount, kowtow three times, and surrender with hands bound. Otherwise, don’t blame these hundred thousand troops for trampling you into mud!”

Seeing the other side still silent and motionless, as if afraid of him, Gao Tianwei laughed heartily and rode forward even more, now only a hundred feet from the Angry Cang army. He hooked his finger and laughed: “Scared, are you? You people are all deaf. Great Master Tianjue wants to preach Buddhist teachings to you—I fear it’s like playing music to cattle.”

While he was feeling smug, an angry roar came from the Angry Cang formation. A long spear flew forth, shooting straight at Gao Tianwei’s face. The spear’s momentum was swift and fierce, carrying the sound of wind and thunder. But Gao Tianwei wasn’t afraid. He laughed: “What scum dares try to ambush High Heavenly General?” Instantly, he pushed off with both feet, leaped straight up from horseback, and reached out to grab the spear shaft. His movement was agile and his aim precise—the reputation of Heavenly General Manor’s mastery of eighteen martial arts was indeed well-deserved.

Just as his fingers grasped the spear shaft, suddenly sand and dust flew up. A figure charged straight at Gao Tianwei. In an instant, a flying kick aimed at Gao Tianwei’s throat—even faster than the long spear.

Gao Tianwei spat, slightly shifted his body in midair, and used his left palm to deflect this spring kick. Both landed on the ground.

The two men stood on the battlefield’s midline, staring at each other. The Angry Cang warrior crossed his arms over his chest, showing a weathered old face—this was precisely Hao Zhenxiang, former Brocade Guard staff and spear instructor and military instructor of Twin Dragon Stronghold.

Gao Tianwei sneered: “Snake Crane Double Movement! It’s you again, you dog!”

Not long ago, Twin Dragon Stronghold had fought their way into Heavenly General Manor. At that time, Hao Zhenxiang nearly came to blows with Gao Tianwei. Only because Lu Guzhan’s forces were watching from the side did this force Gao Tianwei to swallow his anger and bow his head. Now both sides were evenly matched with great armies as backing—a situation where neither needed to fear the other.

When enemies meet, their eyes burn with hatred. Gao Tianwei burst into loud laughter and shouted: “I heard you dog rebelled against the court and completely disgraced the Hunan Hao family. Today I’ll first kill you, then send your relatives back in Hunan one by one to military service. What do you say to that!”

Hao Zhenxiang most hated others threatening his family. Hearing these words, he flew into a rage. Without another word, his right hand formed crane beak, his left rose in snake fist, striking toward Gao Tianwei’s chest. The two moves complemented each other, each covering the other’s flaws—he used his ultimate technique right from the start.

Seeing the enemy’s exquisite moves, Gao Tianwei immediately shrieked and leaped backward, taking his great blade from horseback to rely on weapon advantage against his opponent. Seeing Hao Zhenxiang fighting barehanded, with his previously thrown spear not retrieved, he would certainly be at a disadvantage.

Gao Tianwei didn’t follow martial world rules. How could the skilled fighters in the Angry Cang camp tolerate this? Horse hooves thundered, and with a sharp clang, before Gao Tianwei could strike, his wrist went numb and his great blade was knocked away. A rider galloped out, the mounted passenger calling loudly: “Thief Gao! Someone fights you barehanded, yet you want to use weapons? Perfect—let Old Li accompany you for a few moves!”

This person’s voice was like a great bell. He wielded a nine-foot great iron sword—precisely “Iron Sword Shaking the South” Li Tieshan making his entrance!

Li Tieshan took a ghost-head saber from his horse and tossed it to Hao Zhenxiang, mockingly saying: “Short Gao, how did it feel being a cowardly turtle these past years?” Though Gao Tianwei was surrounded by powerful enemies, he showed no fear. He roared fiercely: “Li Tieshan! Our past grudges aren’t settled, and you still dare come provoke me? Today I’ll take your head as a battle flag!” His face showed angry fire and fierce roaring—clearly he had suffered great losses to Li Tieshan in the past, though the details were unknown.

Li Tieshan said nothing more. With a tiger’s roar like thunder, his iron sword struck directly. His first move was already the ultimate technique “Dingjun Mountain”—he wanted to finish his powerful enemy within two or three moves. This sword technique was incomparably fierce and strong. If Gao Tianwei rashly took this blow, he would certainly be reduced to mincemeat.

With Gao Tianwei surrounded by heavy enemies, the court immediately sent someone to rescue him. Someone shouted: “Audacious! Two against one—what kind of heroes are you!” Amid passionate hoof beats, a great general led troops into battle. He wielded the “Heavenly Hero Precious Blade,” using an iron shovel to block the great iron sword. In the thunderous crash, everyone saw this person’s face clearly—precisely Blade Gate’s young sect master, Shandong’s Song Tongming.

Both sides were evenly matched. Famous generals appeared one after another, making the situation increasingly tense. Over there, Lingyin watched anxiously. His mission coming to the mountain’s foot was to welcome enemy generals into the temple—who would have known such pointless fighting would break out?

Just as Lingyin was about to rush out, another angry roar came from the Angry Cang camp. Amid wildly thundering horse hooves, a rider galloped forth. With clanging sounds, a square-tipped painted halberd descended from heaven, thrusting straight at Song Tongming’s face. The newcomer was tall and large, astride a tall red horse—precisely “Xiliang Little Lu Bu” Han Yi.

With Angry Cang using three against two, how could “Awakened Lion Zhao” tolerate this? With a muffled grunt, he also mounted his horse and charged forward courageously. In an instant, both enemy sides had several groups at the front, each three against three. Looking at the court’s three great generals Song, Zhao, and Gao joining forces—Heavenly Hero Divine Shovel, multi-sectioned wolf brush, and eyebrow-tip great blade—all three weapons were rare and extraordinary. Here, Angry Cang’s three men Li, Hao, and Han were each famous tiger-like generals—how could they retreat? The three men rose with killing intent, each drawing their weapons. The nine-foot iron sword, ghost-head steel blade, and square-tipped painted halberd were all raised above shoulders. These three great heavy weapons, illuminated by sunlight, seemed like three great torches, making it impossible for enemy generals to look directly at them.

Seeing both sides about to begin slaughter, Lingyin deeply feared that once great battle began, not only would his uncle master’s and brother’s good intentions be lost, but Central Plains people would suffer devastation. Known as “Compassionate Vajra,” even if it meant throwing himself to feed tigers, he would be willing. At this moment, for the people’s suffering, he acted without regard for his own safety. Instantly using his flesh as a shield, he blocked between both armies’ forces. Raising both hands above his shoulders, he called loudly: “Honored heroes, please look upon this humble monk’s face and temporarily cease fighting!”

Seeing everyone sneer continuously with no one paying attention to him, he immediately looked toward Li Tieshan pleadingly: “Master Li, in past days we fought strong enemies together. We’re all good friends—please give me this face.”

Li Tieshan and Lingyin were old acquaintances with quite deep friendship. Suddenly seeing his old friend appear and speak, he naturally couldn’t sit by and ignore it. He immediately dismounted and said quietly: “Master, you’ve been well.”

Seeing their companion dismount, Han Yi and Hao Zhenxiang also couldn’t continue fighting. The two exchanged glances and each lowered their weapons.

Gao Tianwei was most arrogant and had long intended to compete for martial world leadership. At this moment, seeing Lingyin appear and speak, he showed a gloating expression and laughed: “Bitter, oh bitter! Master Lingyin calls himself a good friend of rebels. When this reaches the ears of martial world colleagues, I wonder how everyone will praise you!”

Lingzhen, who had followed his senior brother into the field, heard Gao Tianwei’s cold mockery and immediately roared, pointing out his Mighty Vajra Finger to grab at Gao Tianwei.

Gao Tianwei exclaimed and laughed: “What’s this? Is Shaolin Temple joining hands with Angry Cang Mountain? Think clearly!”

Lingyin was startled. He had come to mediate—how could he start fighting first? He quickly grabbed his junior brother and dragged him away. Sighing for a long time, he bowed with hands hanging down and eyes looking at the ground: “Master Li, remembering our past friendship, I trouble you to go back and report. Tell them that our mountain’s Great Master Tianjue is already waiting. Please, all heroes, for Mister Qianlong’s sake, come up the mountain for a meeting soon.”

Li Tieshan cupped his hands: “For the sake of old friendship, I must speak honestly. Great Master Tianjue killed too many of our brothers in the past. Everyone hates this old… old monk—it’s too late. You want us to rashly go up the mountain—I fear we cannot comply.”

Hao Zhenxiang also said: “Exactly so. Master Lingyin, put yourself in our shoes. If today it were your temple coming to Angry Cang, would you go up the mountain without precautions? Please, Master, pass along a message: we’ve already reached the mountain’s foot. Please ask Great Master Tianjue to come down the mountain for a meeting. The meaning is the same.”

Lingyin showed hesitation. Over there, Lingzhen had already jumped up and shouted loudly: “No good! Uncle Master said you must go up the mountain to hear his teachings. If you still care about Qianlong’s life and death, then come up quickly!” Everyone heard his threatening words and their faces darkened.

Lingzhen had spoken too bluntly—there was no room for compromise. Gao Tianwei, watching from the side, immediately mocked: “The cowardly dogs of Angry Cang Mountain—all their talk of brotherhood is stinking farts. I think you might as well slaughter that big water snake with one blade. Later we can cook a bowl of snake meat soup—now that would be fragrant!”

Han Yi angrily said: “We’re talking with the Shaolin Master—what are you interrupting for?” He raised his square-tipped painted halberd and struck down fiercely. Gao Tianwei rode to dodge while still mocking: “What am I interrupting for? This mouth of mine is quite busy—later I’m still waiting to ask Great Master Tianjue for a bowl of snake meat soup to taste properly!” He burst into loud laughter.

Though Gao Tianwei’s words were unpleasant, he had exposed the situation. If Angry Cang Mountain stubbornly refused and delayed going up the mountain, and Great Master Tianjue became furious, “Qianlong’s” life would certainly be in danger. Han Yi’s expression changed. Thinking of Left Military Advisor imprisoned with life and death hanging on someone’s whim, he couldn’t help but slow his hand and retreat several steps.

Li Tieshan spat and glanced sideways at Gao Tianwei several times, wanting to cut him in half with one sword. But being constrained by circumstances, he also couldn’t act rashly. He coughed several times and said to Lingyin: “Very well, for Left Military Advisor’s sake, we’ll go back and discuss for a while. Please, Master, wait for us.”

Lingyin breathed a sigh of relief and put his palms together: “Thank you, benefactor, for being reasonable.” Then he said to Gao Tianwei: “Thank you, benefactor, for speaking reasonably.”

Gao Tianwei made a sound of surprise, blinked, and couldn’t help laughing. His intention on this trip was only to provoke—just like damaging anyone he saw. Who would have known that unintentionally planting willows would make them grow? He actually made these three rebels turn around and go back—truly beyond his expectations.

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Li Tieshan rode back to formation, probably to persuade them. Lingyin knew that Angry Cang heroes valued loyalty and righteousness and would never abandon old brothers. It seemed his uncle master’s strategy of using “Qianlong” to constrain the enemy was indeed a greatly effective clever plan.

While watching, the Angry Cang camp was already stirring. Lingyin’s heart filled with great joy. Just as he was about to step forward and ask, suddenly drumming sounds came from behind the formation. “Evil Gold” Shi Gang personally dismounted to beat drums, calling loudly: “Brothers! Shaolin Temple relies on strength to threaten our mountain brothers. Are we afraid?”

The entire mountain’s army raised their voices in unison: “Not afraid! Not afraid!”

Hearing the shouting across mountains and valleys, Lingyin was greatly alarmed. He and Lingzhen looked at each other—both wore bewildered expressions.

Again they heard Shi Gang roar angrily before the formation: “The Shaolin monks lure us into a trap. If we don’t walk into their net, they’ll kill our military advisor. Brothers, what should we do?”

Amid roaring shouts, thirty thousand troops raised their arms and cried: “Kill them all! Kill them all!”

Lingyin hurriedly shouted: “It’s not like that—don’t misunderstand…”

Suddenly killing cries arose greatly. The enemy army came overwhelming like a tide. Lingyin was frightened pale. Lingzhen was also panicked. Gao Tianwei, seeing enemy and ally finally fighting, was greatly pleased and couldn’t help laughing heartily. He turned his horse toward Zhao and Song: “Master Zhao, Nephew Song—we needn’t wade into these muddy waters. Let’s leave now.”

The three men’s horse hooves beat lightly as they retreated toward their own camp. Lingzhen, seeing the situation couldn’t be salvaged, could only grab his senior brother’s arm and shout: “These people have gone mad—we needn’t bother with them. Let’s go quickly.”

Lingyin was still unwilling, opening his mouth to call out, but his feet were dragged away by his junior brother.

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Since Angry Cang had raised troops and would attack at any moment, the court immediately reacted. “Blade God Song” rode forward, raised his arm and called: “Three armies, listen to orders! The Angry Cang bandits occupy mountains and rebel, deceiving the people—their crimes cannot be forgiven. Today we die on the battlefield to repay our emperor’s sacred grace!”

Sixty thousand troops responded with raised voices. Shouts and killing cries arose greatly. Lu Yun, seeing both sides about to fight, felt quite anxious and wanted to speak persuasively. An’dao Jing beside him immediately delivered a cold laugh: “Staff Officer Lu, treason and selling out the country means execution of the entire family. Don’t harm that old man Gu Siyuan.”

Seeing the Angry Cang army charge out while court forces gave no ground, both battlefields filled with great dust. Enemy and ally roared angrily as three armies surged like tide toward each other. Horse hooves thundered, killing sounds like thunder—soldiers filled mountains and valleys as if moving heaven and earth.

Lingyin, retreating halfway, encountered his own vanguard forces. Seeing one person riding majestically with iron gloves on his hands, he was both startled and delighted—like grabbing driftwood in the sea or seeing a savior in great difficulty. He shouted urgently and blocked the person’s path, pleading continuously.

Seeing Lingyin approach, that person immediately dismounted and spoke quietly with him. Lingyin wept: “The life and death of all people under heaven rests on the benefactor’s shoulders.”

That person nodded slightly, asked Lingyin to mount his horse, then without another word suddenly turned. With a howling sound, dust and smoke rose like a yellow dragon rolling across the ground as he charged straight out. Seeing him leap and bound over ten feet at a time, rising like a rabbit and falling like a hawk—his feet moved far faster than galloping horses. In moments he had left the court army behind and was instantly within ten zhang of the enemy army.

That person stood still, alone on the battlefield, gazing at the frantically charging enemy army before him. At this moment, no one accompanied him. He could be submerged in the battle sea at any time. Looking back at the court army also advancing with raised spears and blades—amid a sheet of cold light, all weapons pointed forward with no mercy intended. This person’s life seemed in danger—he might be trampled into mud by both armies.

Rebels in front, officials behind—both armies filled with hatred, roaring fiercely, all wanting to kill their powerful enemies to pieces. At this life-and-death moment, that person raised both arms—left hand on chest, right hand on abdomen—looked up toward heaven and suddenly released an earth-shaking long howl.

A tremendous sound erupted. “True Dragon of a Generation” Wu Dingyuan’s dragon cry threatened ten thousand troops. Wave after wave of dragon song was like thunder explosions and tsunami surges. At this moment, both sides had dozens of vanguard approaching. The tremendous sound crashed like a volcano exploding in their ears. Horses bore the brunt—with dizzied eardrums, they all tumbled and fell. Mounted soldiers bounced off horseback and rolled everywhere on the ground.

Soldiers covered their ears and wailed across the ground. Troops behind approaching the midline were immediately knocked down by the howling sound. This person howled toward heaven, opposing ten thousand troops alone—truly divine and awe-inspiring. This was “True Dragon of a Generation” Wu Dingyuan coming to harmonize the cauldron and transform hostility into friendship!

Here Wu Dingyuan seemed like a heavenly god descending to earth, wanting to use outstanding martial power to subdue the masses of heroes. But over there, the Angry Cang camp was full of heroic champions—would they really bow their heads and retreat?

The great army slowly parted as if someone was coming out. Wu Dingyuan’s heart filled with joy, knowing Qin Zhonghai wanted to come out for a meeting. Just as he was about to stop his long howl, suddenly hearty laughter came across—that laughter was magnificently resonant, shooting straight at Wu Dingyuan.

Wu Dingyuan knew the newcomer intended to compete with him. He immediately pressed his chest to gather energy and gave his all. That laughter also grew louder and louder, with increasingly abundant inner energy. The two men stood in ceremonial opposition—neither could overwhelm the other.

Tremendous sounds rumbled from both sides. Howling and wild laughter stimulated each other. The sky seemed to change color, and the earth seemed to rise in waves. Though both sounds were loud, they weren’t deafening. Instead, sound waves boomed and shook, surging wave after wave, making everyone’s bones throughout their bodies tremble as if about to be shaken apart.

This person’s internal energy was so fiercely strong—when unleashed, it was overwhelmingly domineering, like dozens of skilled fighters combined. This was precisely Qin Zhonghai’s loud laughter. These two great masters, competing for the first time since completing their training, truly shook the world.

Looking at this one—True Dragon of a Generation, authentic transmission from Heavenly Mountain. That one had opened the six meridians of yin and yang throughout his body, with qi and blood responding naturally. Based on internal energy alone, though there were many heroes on the field, no third person could interfere.

After a long time, the tremendous sound finally lessened. From all around came the mournful cries of horses, all sprawled with weak limbs, panting. Soldiers of both sides, with shocked eardrums, could only squat and vomit, completely unable to rise and fight again. For a time, wailing filled the land with foul stenches. Both armies couldn’t move, leaving a large empty space in the field.

Wu Dingyuan stepped forward and called: “General Qin! I am Wu Dingyuan of Xiliang, specially requesting an audience!” This time he had no intention of using long howls to defeat enemies, but casually speaking was like a lion’s roar, shocking soldiers on both sides into greatly changed expressions. Amid wails, they all covered their ears.

After Wu Dingyuan’s dragon cry passed through the formation, he emitted tiger roar sounds. A low, slow voice said: “After three days’ separation, one should look with new eyes. Commissioner Wu indeed has hard skills.”

This voice was low and slow, unlike the flying and jumping of the past, but the accent was undoubtedly Qin Zhonghai’s.

Wu Dingyuan couldn’t discern his joy or anger and didn’t see him appear. He called: “For the Marquis’s sake, might General Qin come out of formation? I have a few words to say!”

Wu Dingyuan invited him in Liu Angtian’s name. Logically, Qin Zhonghai should show appreciation. But he was now a rebel—how could he be constrained by everything? He said flatly: “Commissioner Wu, you are a court official, and I am a current rebel. If we meet, it would inevitably cause gossip. Please go back.”

The court’s treacherous ministers, regardless of right and wrong, were determined only to eliminate Angry Cang. If he couldn’t mediate successfully, the mountain’s foot would probably become a mountain of corpses. Then, no matter how noble Great Master Tianjue and Yang Suguan’s intentions, they would come to nothing.

Wu Dingyuan knew he was powerless to persuade further. He walked toward the rear formation and spoke quietly to someone. That person, hearing the instructions, said nothing more and mounted his horse to ride alone out of formation.

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The situation was tense—battle could begin at any moment. This person regarded the enemy and allied ten thousand troops as nothing, riding alone into the formation center. The Angry Cang people, seeing this person approach alone without even carrying swords, felt somewhat strange and didn’t know his background.

That person rode alone as if entering uninhabited territory. Left and right soldiers stepped forward to block him, about to demand his identity. The person on horseback leaned forward with cupped hands: “Please report to General Qin that Shandong’s Lu Yun requests an audience.”

The newcomer was precisely the current top scholar, Changzhou Prefect Lu Yun.

Suddenly hearing Lu Yun’s voice, before anyone could report, laughter already came from behind the formation, shouting: “Three armies listen—all stand aside!”

The formation shifted, and generals reined their horses to one side. A rider galloped out, the mounted passenger laughing heartily and calling: “Damn it, Brother Lu—your old man is here!”

That year when Qin Zhonghai fell into prison, if not for Lu Yun disregarding life and death to risk saving him, Qin Zhonghai would have long become an unhappy spirit on the road to the underworld. How could he be here Pressure Aura leading ten thousand troops? But without Qin Zhonghai daring great impropriety to vindicate Lu Yun’s name, today’s Lu Yun would probably still be a wandering noodle seller in the martial world. How could he have become a new top scholar and even joined the staff to serve the court?

Both were hot-blooded men. Remembering each other’s kindness, even if pointed at by thousands, they must meet face to face.

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Amid wild laughter, a rider galloped out. From afar, the newcomer showed natural authority—precisely Qin Zhonghai coming personally to greet him. Lu Yun shouted loudly and immediately rolled off horseback. Qin Zhonghai also dismounted, and the two approached each other, each extending hands to grip tightly.

Those tightly clasped palms from Huaiqing Inn finally met again. At that time, Qin Zhonghai had fallen on hard times, reduced to a vegetable-washing helper in an inn. Lu Yun’s light squeeze of his good friend’s palm had left Qin Zhonghai with bruised and swollen hands. Now Qin Zhonghai was vigorous as a dragon, his hand strength incomparably strong—a casual grip left Lu Yun with hidden pain.

Lu Yun’s eyes turned downward and suddenly saw Qin Zhonghai’s iron foot. He exclaimed and bent to look—that iron foot was crafted very delicately, seeming almost real. Remembering Qin Zhonghai’s wretched state when leaving the capital, his eyes immediately reddened and he called loudly: “Heaven have mercy! You’ve really recovered!”

When the two met again, their first words were neither polite greetings nor martial world fighting talk, but heartfelt words. Qin Zhonghai punched Lu Yun in the chest and laughed: “Nonsense! If your old man wasn’t well, could I be swaggering around here?”

The two laughed heartily and immediately embraced. In the capital years ago, the people Qin Zhonghai most couldn’t bear to leave were Liu Angtian and Lu Yun—one treated him like a son, one regarded him as a brother. Though he had now rebelled, Lu Yun still didn’t abandon their old friendship. Qin Zhonghai, seeing this, felt joy and excitement that outsiders couldn’t imagine.

Capital confidants, Western Region comrades-in-arms—today, even if heaven and earth were reversed, who could forget past true feelings?

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Lu Yun looked up at the Angry Cang ten thousand troops—strong soldiers, sturdy horses, brave troops, sufficient generals. The army’s strength and magnificence far exceeded the Western Region expedition of years past. Lu Yun showed emotion: “Leading so many brothers every day must be quite difficult.”

This man was truly a confidant—one sentence revealed his innermost thoughts. Qin Zhonghai smiled slightly and grasped Lu Yun’s hand: “No matter how we fight or kill, we’re still brothers.”

The two examined each other. Lu Yun raised his head to gaze at his good friend before him. Though Qin Zhonghai looked ruddy and healthy after several months, his cheeks had thinned considerably. His already aquiline nose and hawk eyes now appeared even more deeply contoured. Though smiles hung on his lips, his gaze actually hid melancholy—far different from his past carefree and bold demeanor.

Lu Yun said quietly: “Zhonghai, is there something making you unhappy?”

Hearing these words, Qin Zhonghai’s eyes suddenly reddened. A few days ago, Yan Er’niang had finally found her husband. Unable to help herself, she could only bid farewell to this romance. Life’s blows were so heavy, but the stronghold was full of brothers—he couldn’t speak carelessly. Even if nights were sorrowful and bitter, he could only suppress it in his heart with no one to confide in. Now suddenly hearing his old friend’s concern, all his heart’s troubles surged forth, and tears nearly fell.

Seeing Qin Zhonghai about to weep, Lu Yun was greatly alarmed and said anxiously: “Zhonghai, what’s wrong? Is there some sad matter?”

Qin Zhonghai was naturally introverted and rarely showed true feelings. No matter how much more bitter his heart was, he wouldn’t speak of personal matters in public. He coughed, collected his sorrowful expression, put his arm around Lu Yun’s shoulder, forced a smile and asked instead: “Don’t ask about my mundane affairs. How are things with you and Miss Gu? When do you plan to marry?”

Hearing this, Lu Yun immediately smiled and nodded: “Thanks to your blessing. That time when we met at Huaiqing Inn, I became engaged to Miss Gu. If nothing else interferes, we’ll wed this year at Mid-Autumn.”

Qin Zhonghai laughed heartily: “Of course it’s thanks to my blessing! Otherwise, would it be thanks to that boy surnamed Yang’s blessing?” He leaned his face closer and grinned: “Damn it—if not for your old man’s kind heart that day, forcibly stuffing you under the beauty’s bed, where would you little rascal get such good romantic fortune? Honestly tell me—that night you endured the whole evening, exactly how many bowls of raw rice did you scoop and how many bowls of cooked rice did you make?”

Hearing such strange talk about “how many bowls of cooked rice,” Lu Yun was stunned, then remembered the saying “raw rice cooked into cooked rice.” His entire face turned red as he pointed and cursed: “What rice and rice! Don’t spout such nonsense!”

Qin Zhonghai was extremely crude. That day below Immortal Tower, seeing Lu Yun brush shoulders with a beauty, he was divinely inspired and knocked this rigid scholar unconscious, then stuffed him under the young lady’s bed. He imagined that deep in the quiet night when the beauty slept soundly, this boy would see red undergarments and pounce on the bed like a hungry wolf. After his wolf claws finished eating and wiping clean, he’d give a couple of sinister laughs. Miss Gu would have no recourse for her tears, and everything would naturally fall into place.

Qin Zhonghai imagined that night’s scene more and more proudly, couldn’t help laughing heartily. He stuck out his fist and hammered Lu Yun’s shoulder hard, laughing: “You rascal have good romantic fortune! This time marrying a beautiful wife, even if your old man has no merit, I have hard work. When the wedding day comes, don’t forget to give me an invitation!”

Hearing this, Lu Yun immediately responded with a bitter smile. One of them was a court official, the other a mountain bandit. Qin Zhonghai’s talk of drinking wedding wine was just joking.

The two men spoke closely in front of the formations, regarding the ten thousand troops as nothing. Tens of thousands of eyes from both sides watched unblinkingly. Whether Song Gongmai or Shi Gang, all were guessing at their conversation. Everyone showed their scheming minds through either wariness or suspicion. Only Yan Er’niang stood with phoenix eyes filled with tears, hands tightly clutched, gazing solely at Qin Zhonghai’s figure as he spoke with his good friend.

Since the expedition began, though Yan Er’niang never left her husband’s side, her eyes never strayed more than half a foot from Qin Zhonghai’s vicinity. At this moment, seeing him meet with an old friend, she couldn’t help but secretly rejoice for him. In the past, whenever she saw Qin Zhonghai encounter old court friends, unease would arise in her heart. But now, somehow, her heart actually felt happy for him.

Though Yan Er’niang hadn’t thought carefully about it, deep in her heart she vaguely knew that without her, Qin Zhonghai’s days would certainly be unhappy. Though there were many brothers in the stronghold, after all, they had been together for a short time. Speaking of sharing sweetness and bitterness, life-and-death fellowship, they still couldn’t compare with these court intimate friends.

Yan Er’niang silently prayed in her heart, hoping that Qin Zhonghai could live peacefully and joyfully all his life. Whether this man was her leader or her husband, she would care for him from the side for this lifetime, never betraying him.

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As the two spoke, horse hooves sounded behind them. A voice with deep tones said: “General Qin, you’ve been well?” This person spoke with a Xiliang local accent. Without turning around, Qin Zhonghai knew it was Wu Dingyuan coming. Earlier, Wu Dingyuan had made howling sounds to invite him, but Qin Zhonghai had responded with indifference. Only when Lu Yun stepped forward to invite did this current court rebel finally come out of formation to meet. However, Wu Dingyuan bore the heavy trust of Liu Angtian and Yang Suguan. Regardless of whether Qin Zhonghai was wary of him, he had to come over and say a few words.

Seeing Wu Dingyuan dismount and walk straight toward him, though Qin Zhonghai and Wu Dingyuan weren’t life-and-death friends, they could still be considered old friends and colleagues with some friendship. Since the person had come over, it wouldn’t be proper to treat him coldly. He immediately went to meet him, laughing: “Commissioner Wu, you look well! Looking at your brother’s high martial arts, that howling earlier was truly formidable—it really put Old Qin to shame.”

Earlier, when the two had competed with howling sounds, it could be said they were evenly matched. Qin Zhonghai’s words were naturally polite. Wu Dingyuan shook his head: “General, your martial arts have greatly advanced. Why must your words be so modest?”

Wu Dingyuan’s character differed from Lu Yun’s—he was always steady and self-controlled, especially maintaining composure at crucial moments. At this moment, with countless eyes watching and ten thousand troops before them, unless there were important matters at hand, he would never come over to invite trouble. Qin Zhonghai, familiar with Wu Dingyuan’s character, simply broke the topic himself: “Dingyuan rushes to see me—are you coming as Imperial Physician Yang’s advocate?” As soon as these words were spoken, Wu Dingyuan immediately coughed and glanced at Lu Yun. Both coincidentally nodded.

Wu Dingyuan sighed: “General Qin, we’re all good friends. Each side giving way a bit—why must it come to life and death?”

Qin Zhonghai didn’t respond. He gave a dry laugh, glanced at Lu Yun, then pointed at the scorching sun above: “Brother Lu, if even you come to deal with your old man, even if this sun blazes any hotter, your old man’s whole body feels cold to the bone.”

Lu Yun hastily said: “Zhonghai, don’t think too much. According to Imperial Physician Yang, they don’t intend to target your mountain’s heroes—they just want everyone to have intimate talks to avoid devastation of life. He hopes you can trust him and go up the mountain with several leaders for a meeting.”

Qin Zhonghai laughed heartily: “Brother Lu, Shaolin Temple has thousands of monks. Our troops can’t get up there—you want me to enter a tiger’s den?”

Lu Yun stepped forward and grasped Qin Zhonghai’s large hand, saying softly: “Zhonghai, don’t think this way. No matter how much you hate the court in your heart, for the sake of our good friendship, at least try this step, alright?”

Wu Dingyuan also helped persuade: “Exactly so. General Qin, we’re all good friends. If we can reduce killing, let’s reduce killing. Don’t let treacherous ministers benefit.”

Hearing these words, Qin Zhonghai couldn’t help but laugh and curse, saying sarcastically: “You two dead fellows are really partial! What benefits did Yang Suguan give you? In the capital before, drinking and whoring never made you touch fewer thighs, yet now you’re all helping that Yang surname to deal with me—truly tasteless.”

Though Qin Zhonghai’s words were joking, they were also perceptive. In the past, the four young men of the Liu faction had different temperaments. Lu Yun was extremely intelligent, Wu Dingyuan had peerless divine skills, but both—one being a person of deep feeling, the other a loyal and righteous man—were not cruel and ruthless types who would harm him. Only Yang Suguan had deep schemes and strong methods. Combined with his keen perception and ability to bend and stretch, when it came to killing, he was never soft-hearted. Now that Qin Zhonghai was to clash with the court, Yang Suguan became the primary formidable enemy, with dangerous capabilities absolutely no less than Jiang Chong’s.

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Azure Robe Scholar had been paying attention to the three men’s conversation from behind the formation. Hearing Lu Yun and Wu Dingyuan’s words turn to court matters, he knew he should enter the scene to relieve Qin Zhonghai, lest the main general suffer the burden of personal obligations alone. He walked into the scene and bowed formally: “Prefect Lu, Commissioner Wu—it’s been a long time. Both heroes remain as handsome and talented as in your youth.”

Seeing this sect master arrive, Lu Yun immediately remembered past events and hastily bowed: “This junior pays respects to Azure Robe Sect Master.”

Seeing he still used the old form of address, Azure Robe Scholar cupped his fists and smiled, shaking his head: “Prefect Lu, I am now Angry Cang Mountain’s right military advisor. For Nine Flowers Mountain’s reputation, the Prefect must not call me sect master again.”

Hearing these words, Lu Yun couldn’t help but sigh and bow his head: “Mister Tang.”

Azure Robe Scholar ignored him and walked to Wu Dingyuan’s front, smiling and nodding at him. Seeing Azure Robe Scholar approach, Wu Dingyuan felt a surge of warmth. If counted from Yan Ting, this Azure Robe Scholar was like a father-in-law. Though Wu Dingyuan was worldly and experienced, at this moment he was still greatly excited and immediately bowed: “Dingyuan pays respects to the Sect Master.”

Different vegetables and radishes have their own preferences. While Qin Zhonghai was cold toward Wu Dingyuan, Azure Robe Scholar held special affection for Wu Dingyuan. With a face full of smiles, he stepped forward to help him up, saying warmly: “Commissioner Wu, have you found Yan Ting?”

Wu Dingyuan was startled and looked up with a trembling voice: “You… how do you know?”

Azure Robe Scholar was like a prophet. Seeing his expression, he naturally smiled without speaking. He knew well that Wu Dingyuan loved his disciple dearly. If he were still running around looking for her now, upon seeing him at this moment he would certainly show anxious expression. But looking at his gaze toward him—closeness outweighed panic—probably eight or nine out of ten, he had definitely found her. He spoke tentatively and indeed made Wu Dingyuan greatly admire him.

Azure Robe Scholar asked: “You’ve settled her in the capital?” Wu Dingyuan heard his entrusting tone and couldn’t help but sigh, saying quietly: “Master, are you not returning to Nine Flowers Mountain?”

Azure Robe Scholar shook his head: “Enemy and ally are clearly distinguished. If I return, I’ll harm the mountain and cause its destruction instead. Whether Nine Flowers can be revitalized in the future depends entirely on that child Yan Ting’s actions.” He looked at Wu Dingyuan with quite meaningful eyes.

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At this time, Wu Dingyuan suddenly encountered an old friend. Over there, hadn’t Lu Yun traveled the world and encountered old acquaintances? As everyone was speaking, suddenly horse hooves sounded. One person rode over from the formation, chanting: “Food lacks spring water—how can one spend days with plain water?”

Lu Yun was talking with Qin Zhonghai when hearing these two lines, his heart immediately shook violently. He turned his head and saw a tall man sitting on horseback, looking graceful and wearing a Han jade finger ring. Who else could it be but Master Lu? Lu Guzhan looked at Lu Yun, nodded and smiled: “What’s wrong? After a few years of not seeing each other, you can’t answer the second couplet?”

Lu Yun said nothing more and immediately prostrated himself on the ground, calling loudly: “Master Lu!”

“Food lacks spring water—how can one spend days with plain water? Grinding stone hemp powder divided rice—thus one can fill the stomach.”

It was precisely this couplet that opened a new path in Lu Yun’s life, allowing him to form an indissoluble bond with the Minister of War and taking him from a poor scholar all the way into the martial world. This “Jiangdong Sail Shadow” was truly Lu Yun’s lifelong first benefactor.

Lu Guzhan dismounted and helped Lu Yun up, laughing: “Get up. You’re a court official—how can you kneel and bow to bandits? Don’t let Master Lu get you in trouble.”

Lu Yun recalled his past journey, feeling greatly moved. In those years, Jiangnan suffered greatly. Thanks to Master Lu’s words awakening the dreamer, he eventually taught Lu Yun martial arts. Later, during his wandering in the capital and bloody battles in the Western Regions, countless times he relied on the Peerless Chain Fist to save his life. His heart was so moved that he couldn’t speak for a long time.

Qin Zhonghai laughed: “Damn, how do you know Master Lu?”

Lu Yun sighed and assumed the “Peerless Chain Fist” stance: “Without Master Lu’s guidance, I would still be a scholar without the strength to tie up a chicken. This teaching grace, this boy will benefit from for his entire life.”

Before his words finished, suddenly a strange man jumped up from behind, laughing: “Damn, establishing hearts for heaven and earth, boy! Do you still recognize your old man?” Lu Yun was startled and hurriedly turned to look—it was Chang Xuehen, with a young man beside him who was Jie Tao. These two also knew Lu Yun. Chang Xuehen was even a fellow prisoner from Shandong provincial prison. At this time, seeing Lu Guzhan come out of formation for a meeting, they also hurried over. Chang Xuehen laughed: “Top Scholar! You must be proud now—have you found your Yan Ruyu?”

Jie Tao, seeing Lu Yun quite surprised, cupped his hands: “Brother Lu, that year when you achieved top scholar rank, Master Lu heard about it and was delighted beyond measure. Everyone in the stronghold celebrated for you.”

In those years, Lu Yun was down and out, frustrated, suffering humiliation and beatings from wealthy families in his bitterness. When Lu Guzhan learned of this, he came to visit him. First, it was fate; second, he was amazed by this impoverished scholar’s talent, so he had once instructed Lu Yun in martial arts—he could be considered half of Lu Yun’s master. Lu Yun hadn’t expected this Master Lu to always remember him and never forget. Thinking of this noble character, his heart was greatly excited.

Lu Guzhan touched his head and smiled: “Life brings few meetings—it’s rare to have such heroic interest today. Having the chance to meet again, even on a battlefield, you and I must drink a cup.”

Qin Zhonghai and Chang Xuehen were both drunkards. Hearing about drinking, they immediately became delighted. Qin Zhonghai laughed: “Exactly so! Someone bring wine bowls!”

Troops brought wine jars and sea bowls, filled them to the brim, and sent them to everyone. Qin Zhonghai took one first, looked up to heaven and laughed: “Don’t laugh at those drunk lying on the battlefield—how many return from ancient campaigns? Friends, whether dead or alive, let’s drink up!” He drained it in large gulps with great heroism.

Chang Xuehen was quite surprised: “You’ve improved—you can actually recite poetry now?”

Qin Zhonghai took a wine bowl and handed it to him, laughing: “Where can one find a tavern? The shepherd boy points to Apricot Blossom Village. Brother Chang, want to visit prostitutes?” This appearance was unrestrained and cynical, worldly and unconventional, as if he were the Qin Zhonghai of the capital. Everyone seeing this couldn’t help but laugh.

Lu Guzhan personally poured two bowls for Lu Yun, holding wine with a smile: “Brother Lu, today even though we’re clearly enemies, you and I are both heroic and straightforward men who absolutely don’t fear worldly gossip. Rare to have this good meeting—let’s drink a bowl.”

Lu Yun received the wine bowl, feeling even more sorrowful in his heart, thinking: “In those years, Master Lu didn’t hesitate to come at night to teach me skills. I truly owe him too much. But the court wants to fight them—if they have any mishaps, what should I do?”

Thinking of this, his throat seemed choked, and that bowl of wine was actually difficult to swallow.

Seeing Lu Yun’s melancholy expression, Lu Guzhan immediately comforted: “We bandits and brigands have our own ways of living. After you return, take good care of yourself—understand?” Lu Yun neither nodded nor shook his head, but simply raised his wine bowl and casually drained it. Lu Guzhan patted his shoulder comfortingly, then raised his head and also drained it in one gulp.

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Wu Dingyuan watched everyone’s situation, feeling worried in his heart. At this moment, old friends were drinking and talking happily—all were people of deep old affection, not heartless individuals. In troubled times, having such true feelings was truly not easy. However, Lu Yun was publicly drinking with rebels without knowing to avoid suspicion—if someone later impeached him for this, how would he handle himself?

Wu Dingyuan was deep in thought when suddenly he heard an extremely heroic laugh. A tall old man carrying an iron sword strode over. He picked up a bowl of wine and said to Wu Dingyuan: “Good brother, it’s rare for everyone to meet—why the long face?”

Wu Dingyuan didn’t need to look up to know this person must be Li Tieshan. In years past when he wandered the world’s end, he had received life-saving grace from this man. He sighed and bowed: “Master Li.” His words held more sorrow than joy, seeming quite despondent.

Li Tieshan patted his shoulder and laughed: “Let’s drink together, while you’re still walking on two feet. When you’re crawling on four, it’ll be hard to see you again.” His words held hidden mockery.

Wu Dingyuan’s expression was awkward, not knowing how to respond. While feeling troubled, suddenly footsteps arose behind him. This person came very quickly—light sounds passed and he was already within three feet behind him. Wu Dingyuan hastily turned around. The person before him had a weathered face, generous and straightforward, extremely showing masculine character—precisely “Snake Crane Double Movement” Hao Zhenxiang.

Wu Dingyuan coughed: “Instructor Hao.”

Seeing his face full of gloom, Hao Zhenxiang slightly cupped his hands and said flatly: “In the past, you worked for Liu Angtian, I served the Brocade Guard. Today you’re the court’s vanguard, while I’ve become an Angry Cang brave general. No matter where we go, we two just don’t get along.” He smiled self-mockingly and offered wine: “We have no fate—that’s fine. As long as one lives happily, that’s enough. Come, Old Hao toasts you a bowl.”

Wu Dingyuan turned his head away, squeezing out a bitter smile at the corner of his mouth. Qin Zhonghai was his old friend, Azure Robe Scholar was his beloved’s master, that Li Tieshan was even his benefactor. Even Hao Zhenxiang before him could be considered familiar—how was this battle to be fought?

He sighed. Seeing Li Tieshan and Hao Zhenxiang each drinking wine, he also returned two bowls. Seeing Qin Zhonghai still talking with Lu Yun, he carried two bowls of wine and walked to them: “General Qin, we two haven’t drunk this bowl of wine yet—consider this a toast to you.”

Qin Zhonghai received the wine. Seeing Wu Dingyuan’s melancholy expression, he smiled: “Dingyuan, don’t rush to drink. Earlier we talked about serious business only halfway—if you still have anything to say, speak freely. As old friends, within my power, I’ll definitely let you return to report successfully.”

Wu Dingyuan knew his eloquence was poor and Qin Zhonghai was a very formidable person, so he glanced at Lu Yun. Lu Yun stepped forward: “Imperial Physician Yang wrote saying that remembering old friendship, he wants the General to quickly go up the mountain…”

This matter had been mentioned before. Qin Zhonghai pretended to yawn and waved his hand lightly to stop Lu Yun’s words. He pointed at the distant court army: “Brother Lu, Commissioner Wu—thirty thousand brothers’ lives here all rest on Qin’s shoulders. You two wanting me to go up the mountain isn’t difficult, and even wanting me to withdraw troops isn’t difficult. But I must ask one thing of you two…” He turned to gaze at Wu and Lu, his tone becoming ice-cold: “Can you dare guarantee the safety of my mountain brothers’ lives?”

Shaolin Temple was full of hidden tigers and dragons. Eighteen years ago, Tianjue had led troops to surround and kill stronghold brothers, even forcing Qin Baxian to suicide at Ghost Pavilion. This invitation for Angry Cang Mountain heroes to come here was definitely not as simple as drinking tea and enjoying scenery. If one were careless today, blood might flow in rivers and the entire mountain might be destroyed here. If it were other matters, that would be fine, but this matter was so significant that it couldn’t be settled simply based on personal relationships—this was why Qin Zhonghai asked this question.

Lu Yun was originally Qin Zhonghai’s advisor, yet now he was strategizing for the court. At this awkward moment, he couldn’t help but turn his head away, finding it difficult to answer. Wu Dingyuan sighed deeply and said honestly: “Zhonghai, any talk of guarantees would be deceiving you.” He lowered his head: “But Zhonghai… life is only a few dozen years short—why must you go to that extreme? I don’t know how Imperial Physician Yang thinks, but at least… at least the Marquis doesn’t want to fight you to the death…”

Hearing him mention Liu Angtian, Qin Zhonghai’s eyebrows immediately rose as he said sternly: “What does the Marquis say?”

Wu Dingyuan raised his wine bowl, squinted, and sighed: “Before I left, I met with him. He personally instructed me, saying he wanted to retire with you.” He then drank the large bowl of bitter wine and gestured with the bowl mouth toward the ground, indicating for Qin Zhonghai to drink.

Qin Zhonghai gave a dry laugh: “The Marquis wants me to retire?” Wu Dingyuan neither agreed nor disagreed, only smiling bitterly.

Wind whistled, and distant mountain ridges stretched endlessly across several li of plains. Qin Zhonghai held his wine bowl, gazing at the distant heroic mountains, thinking of family hatred, national grievances, and the past events of suffering and leaving the capital. For a moment, heart-fire burned within him. He raised his hand and poured the wine onto the ground.

Lu Yun was greatly shocked. Wu Dingyuan’s eyes also flashed with surprise. Azure Robe Scholar, intending to mediate, extended his hand and pointed to the distance. Wu Dingyuan glanced toward his own formation and immediately awakened—An’dao Jing was already pointing and gesturing. Given this person’s treacherous and cunning nature, he would certainly spread today’s events, adding fuel and vinegar. He and Lu Yun would probably both be in trouble.

Wu Dingyuan sighed: “General Qin, are you ultimately willing to go up the mountain or not?”

Qin Zhonghai laughed heartily and declared loudly: “Don’t ask me about this matter!” Wu Dingyuan was startled. Before he could speak, Qin Zhonghai had already turned his horse and raised his arm high, calling: “Brothers! What did we come to Shaolin for?”

The Angry Cang heroes, hearing this question, roared in unison: “We came only to rescue Qianlong Military Advisor back to the mountain!”

Qin Zhonghai drew his steel saber resolutely: “Exactly so! Shortly we’ll ascend Shaoshi—are you afraid?”

The thirty thousand troops, hearing these words, all raised their blades and roared: “Not afraid! Not afraid!”

This mountain ascent served two purposes: first, to rescue Qianlong; second, to show might to the world. No matter how prestigious Shaolin’s reputation, the Angry Cang heroes had no reason to show weakness. Thinking of “Qianlong’s” connection with their mountain, even with thousands of difficulties and hardships, they couldn’t turn back. Qin Zhonghai raised his arms and called out. The thirty thousand troops let out wild howls. Amid human roars and horse neighing, Guli Han and others beat drums to assist, shocking the court people until their faces were ashen. Wu and Lu bowed their heads in silence.

Qin Zhonghai called loudly: “Master Lingyin!”

Lingyin had been paying attention to the field situation. Hearing the summons, he and his junior brother rushed out of the crowd and cupped their hands: “What instructions does the General have?”

Qin Zhonghai didn’t dismount, saying coldly: “Master, if you want Angry Cang brothers to go up the mountain, you must agree to one thing.”

Lingyin’s entire heart and mind on this trip was focused only on being able to lead the Angry Cang heroes up the mountain. If he could resolve both sides’ grievances, even if he had to die on the spot, he would die without regret. His face showed a pleading expression as he said quietly: “As long as the General will go up the mountain to hear Buddhist teachings, even if you want this old monk to commit suicide on the spot or sever an arm, I would have no complaints.”

In years past, Lingyin had repeatedly urged Xiang Tianshou to sacrifice himself to save countless brothers of Tianquan Hall. Later, disregarding his own safety, he joined Li Tieshan in resisting Kunlun. No matter who held power, Lingyin never changed his chivalrous original intention, wholeheartedly maintaining the righteousness in his heart. In this frightening chaotic world, such heroic character was especially admirable. The Angry Cang heroes, hearing these words, whether familiar with him or not, were all greatly moved.

Qin Zhonghai smiled slightly: “If all court people were as compassionate as Master, the world would be spared much unnecessary killing.”

Lingyin showed a sorrowful and pitying expression, sighing: “General, don’t speak this way. If you could be the first to show compassion, this old monk would be extremely delighted.”

A flash of fire crossed Qin Zhonghai’s face. He sneered, suddenly raised his whip and pointed toward the court army, saying coldly: “Order them to retreat thirty li.”

Lingyin was stunned and said blankly: “What?”

Qin Zhonghai said in a deep voice: “Master, if my mountain leaders rashly go up the mountain, and your temple’s thousand monks come to kill, we will certainly die. Speaking truthfully, Old Qin has already placed his life in Great Master Tianjue’s hands. Qin’s death doesn’t matter, but what about the livelihoods of my many brothers here? Your mountain, putting heart to heart, must also stake the lives of all your temple’s monks as collateral.”

Lingyin’s brain buzzed—only now did he understand Qin Zhonghai’s intention. Lu Yun and Wu Dingyuan exchanged glances, both sighing.

Qin Zhonghai truly had the nature of an overlord. In years past, when he protected the emperor and fought barbarians for the court, he never lost an inch of territory. Today, serving as a rebel, he showed even more wolf-like ferocity. His demand for the court army to retreat thirty li was equivalent to exposing Shaolin to Angry Cang’s battle fire encirclement. His intention wasn’t hard to understand—if Shaolin set up conspiracies to harm them or didn’t follow martial world rules and used many to bully few, murdering the mountain leaders, the Angry Cang army would attack the mountain with thirty thousand troops to slaughter a thousand monks. No matter how high the mountain’s monks’ martial arts, they would be completely massacred.

As everyone hesitated, they heard Lingyin grit his teeth: “Junior Brother Lingzhen, take Brother Yang’s token and order the court army to retreat thirty li.”

Though Lingzhen was dull, he wasn’t stupid. Seeing the mighty military appearance of the Angry Cang forces, his heart had long been fearful. Hearing his senior brother’s instruction, he was naturally greatly shocked and said anxiously: “Senior Brother, how can this be done?”

Lingyin said quietly: “If I don’t enter hell, who will enter hell? For all living beings under heaven, even if we die in their hands, it’s worth it.”

Lingzhen had originally been waiting to clamor, but suddenly hearing this Buddhist verse, his heart also felt response. He looked blankly toward the mountain top, dazed, and sighed. Though his mouth didn’t contradict.

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Not long after, Lingzhen took the seal and went back to relay Qin Zhonghai’s request. Song Gongmai and others, hearing this, were naturally dumbfounded. Zhong Siwen, familiar with military strategy and knowing the enemy’s sinister intentions, naturally argued strongly against it. However, Lingzhen was extremely stubborn and wouldn’t listen to repeated persuasion. Song Gongmai sighed: “Your precious temple is worthy of Buddha’s name. All the high monks’ love for people and things is truly admirable.”

Gao Tianwei specialized in kicking people when they were down, immediately laughing: “The sea of suffering has no bounds, turning back is the shore. Amitabha Buddha—honored monks, when you need to flee for your lives shortly, don’t fail to find the secret passages.”

Lingzhen’s face flashed with anger as he said coldly: “Lord Gao needn’t gloat. My Senior Brother Lingyin also invited you up the mountain to observe the ceremony earlier—don’t think of backing out now.”

Gao Tianwei’s expression changed slightly. Earlier when Lingyin extended the invitation, everyone didn’t suspect anything and immediately agreed. Who would have known the situation would suddenly change, requiring him to jump into a fire pit? He wanted to speak and renege, but saw that no one around him was backing out. Even that An’dao Jing, timid as a mouse, now looked normal—probably because he was entrusted by Jiang Chong to go gather military intelligence.

Gao Tianwei forced himself to appear calm, coughed, and said coldly: “Go up then go up. Anyway, you have Qianlong as hostage—these rebels will have some scruples.”

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After Lingzhen spoke for a while, he indeed saw the court forces retreat backward. With both sides’ forces having made agreements, the Angry Cang Mountain forces would come out of formation. With decisive battle imminent, all the Angry Cang leaders were greatly excited. Lu Guzhan had followed Qin Baxian in fierce battle outside Ghost Pavilion, enduring humiliation for twenty years, finally having the opportunity to raise his eyebrows and breathe freely. That Han Yi had suffered twenty years of muddled existence and was even more intent on great revenge. Everyone rubbed their fists and palms, all waiting to go up the mountain.

Amid the roaring sounds, “Evil Gold” Shi Gang was the first to dismount. He laughed loudly: “Great Master Tianjue of Mount Song was originally acquainted with our mountain, and our mountain’s Qianlong Military Advisor has been entertained by them for many years. With so many old and new favors accumulated, we good fellows have finally restored our stronghold—how can we not go up the mountain to listen and benefit?”

Li Tieshan also loudly responded, shouting: “Exactly! Our mountain brothers put loyalty first and life and death second. Though Shaolin has experts like clouds, our brothers have brave troops and strong horses—are they easy to deal with? Today, if they don’t hand over Military Advisor Zhu, we’ll burn down Shaolin Temple with one fire!”

Qin Zhonghai said nothing more and declared loudly: “Prefect Lu, Commissioner Wu! Please return and tell the Shaolin high monks that Angry Cang heroes will immediately pay their respects to the mountain!”

Qin Zhonghai led the way out, with Right Phoenix Military Advisor following behind. The four tigers Shi, Lu, Han, and Li each dismounted. The rest—Hao Zhenxiang, Jie Tao, Chang Xuehen, Yan Er’niang, Tao Qing and other young generals—also came out of formation. The total army counted eleven heroes coming out, all led up the mountain by Lingyin.

On this trip, all leaders came out. Among hall masters and above, only Xiang Tianshou and Zhi Guan remained to guard the camp, with another seven people including Ha Bu’er, Ouyang Yong, and five barbarian generals sent to assist in defense. Looking at Xiang Tianshou’s high martial arts and Zhi Guan’s keen perception, if Shaolin Temple had conspiracies and changes, they could certainly lead troops up the mountain in one move to seek countermeasures.

The court side also had eight people invited to observe the battle. Song Gongmai, Gao Tianwei, and Zhao Renyong represented the four Pacification families’ leaders. Wu Dingyuan, Lu Yun, Zuo Congyi, Shi Ping, and An’dao Jing were key figures of the Jiang and Liu factions, led up the mountain by Lingzhen in single file.

Both sides’ main army leaders all departed, each leaving several generals to guard. Though the court side had already retreated thirty li, they still didn’t dare be careless. They had Zhong Siwen lead troops to dig trenches, erect palisades, and establish camps, fearing the other side would take advantage to launch surprise attacks.

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As Qin Zhonghai was about to come out of formation, Lu Yun, Wu Dingyuan and others bid farewell and left.

Just as Lu Yun was about to mount his horse, he suddenly remembered something. He immediately reached into his robes and took out a letter, handing it to Qin Zhonghai. Qin Zhonghai was slightly stunned: “What is this?”

Lu Yun said quietly: “This is a letter entrusted to me by an old gentleman from Changzhou. He said he has a son in Angry Cang Mountain and asked me to deliver it. Please, General, help with this.”

Qin Zhonghai took the envelope. Seeing no signature on top, he casually opened it. Inside the letter was another letter, with “Ouyang Yong” written on that envelope. Both Qin and Lu couldn’t help exclaiming in surprise, realizing Ouyang Yong had old connections with a Jiangnan foundry family.

Lu Yun sighed: “Even with warfare separating them and ten thousand pointing in accusation, it can’t sever a family’s affectionate yearning.”

The two silently regarded each other, each with thoughts on their minds. Qin Zhonghai suddenly asked: “Brother Lu, I presume to ask you one question—in this battle, who do you hope will win?”

Lu Yun said quietly: “This battle has no victory or defeat. No matter what the outcome, the Liu faction will undoubtedly be the loser.” He patted Qin Zhonghai’s arm: “Zhonghai, the palm is flesh and the back of the hand is also flesh. I hope that when you strike to kill, you can think deeply again and again.” He said no more in persuasion, lightly lifted his reins, and returned to his formation.

Sunlight shone everywhere, yet Qin Zhonghai’s heart was full of desolation. He turned to look at the two fluttering great banners behind him—”Angry Cang Mountain Raises Troops for Revenge, Qin Zhonghai Avenges His Father”—those fourteen large characters so blood-red, appearing even more striking in the sunlight.

Troops filled the mountains in white clothes and white armor, with skilled fighters from across the mountain all gathered. At that time, with mortal determination, he had climbed alone up Zhumu Langma and had seen this magnificent scene before his death. But no matter how he had imagined it, he could never have predicted his current state of mind.

Qin Zhonghai felt countless emotions surge in his heart. Holding the letter envelope, he turned back to look for Ouyang Yong. After taking just one step, he saw Tieniu squeezed between Xiao Tuzi and Tao Qing, the three standing behind Yan Er’niang as usual.

At this moment, Yan Er’niang was talking with Tao Qing, her profile adding even more to her beauty. Qin Zhonghai gazed for a long time, then suddenly smiled slightly. He called Zhi Guan over and instructed: “Later, give this to Brother Ouyang—it’s a letter from his family.”

Zhi Guan looked quite surprised and was about to ask, but Qin Zhonghai had already lifted his reins and rode out of formation, going far away.