Chapter 371: Third Cup of Confucian Sage Plum Wine

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**Alone into Beimang**Fenghuo Xizhuhou

Iron Gate Pass, situated between Sword Pavilion and Shifting Sands, has gathered the most concentrated group of top martial arts experts in a century. Their sheer number is enough to shake both the Liyang and Beimang martial arts worlds, and almost all of them are resolved to fight to the death. This is vastly different from when Cao Changqing and Deng Taia ascended to Wudi City back then. At that time, there were many spectators and hidden masters, but only two truly took action. Those watching from the sidelines didn't join the fray; it was too far removed from Iron Gate Pass, which was extremely unfamiliar to the Central Plains martial arts world. In the battle of Iron Gate Pass, no one could remain an outsider, as long as you appeared within sight!

Among the masters who had already emerged and personally entered the battle were Chen Zhibao, who arrived late with his "Plum Wine" spear; Han Diaosi, the "Human Cat" known for his skill in killing Heavenly Phenomenon realm experts with his Finger Profound; Yang Taisui, the "Sick Tiger" who once collapsed half of the Dragon-Tiger Demon-Slaying Platform; Yuan Zuozong, the "White Bear," third in the Liyang army; the Yin-entity Dan Ying, who had perfected the Finger Profound realm; Xu Fengnian, in the pseudo-Finger Profound realm; Xu Weixiong, wielding the "Chichi Sword"; the Tantric Six-Bead Bodhisattva; the Golden Armored Man, who was once one of the Four Grandmasters and the true form of the Talisman General Armor Puppet; Xu Longxiang, born a Vajra; and Qing Niao, holding the "Momentary Spear."

They were engaged in a shocking conspiracy of rebellion and suppression, where those killing each other were a prince who might ascend the throne and the next Prince of Northern Liang, the first vassal! No one dared claim they would laugh last or survive to the end in this chaotic battle, which would soon determine the future structure of Northern Liang, the Western Regions, and Western Shu.

Xu Fengnian charged ahead, with twelve perfectly formed sword embryos (flying swords) forming a "Green Silk" Thunder Pool Sword Formation, a technique secretly learned from the Peach Blossom Sword God, Deng Taia. He crashed towards Yang Taisui, the black-robed old monk who was a primary accomplice in the capital's White Robe Case back then. Yuan Zuozong rode closely behind, supporting the Prince, but kept a distance of fifty paces, circling on the outside.

Along the way, the scarlet-robed Yin-entity, whose two faces and four arms had been completely shrouded and concealed, finally revealed its hideous true form, bypassing Xu Fengnian and the black-robed monk, and directly sweeping towards the mouth of Iron Gate Pass valley. Its target was clear: whoever was suitable as a nourishing supplement and bait, it would absorb their flesh, blood, and vital energy completely. Fifth He was a clear precedent. At this moment, the Yin-entity Dan Ying's dual-phase golden four eyes shone brightly, displaying an aura different from ordinary vile creatures.

Qing Niao held the "Momentary Spear" diagonally, spurred her horse forward, still not ignoring the famous black-robed National Preceptor, but directly led 800 White Horse Righteous Guards to charge towards the 200 Imperial Forest Army soldiers. In the Rouran Mountains, before the great battle, the young master had smiled and said to leave Fifth He to him. From the beginning, Qing Niao had no doubt that the young master could take Fifth He's head. Today, with the young master engaging Yang Taisui, she would similarly not meddle unnecessarily.

The black-clad youth had abandoned his horse and was moving on foot, but his figure was like rolling thunder on flat ground, far exceeding the speed of the exceptional warhorse, once again demonstrating what it means to be a "ten-thousand-man enemy" leading from the front in a battle array! Wang Chong of the Phoenix Camp, riding abreast with his warhorse and the Prince, subconsciously glanced over, gripped his spear tightly, and whispered, "Lin Heng, watch closely. This time, His Highness is once again taking on that old bald donkey Yang Taisui alone. He hasn't disappointed us."

Quickly leaving the stationary Prince, Yuan Zuozong, and the black-robed old monk behind, the charging White Horse Righteous Guards were all boiling with passion, almost trembling all over. Seven hundred of them had previously followed this "unscrupulous" prince who had never once set foot in a military camp, and everyone said that besides bullying pretty girls, his only skill was spending lavishly in brothels. Who among them hadn't felt frustrated over the years? Throughout this rapid journey west, that great young master of Northern Liang, who wore both a sabre and a sword, remained silent, never thinking of saying a few approachable or personal words to warm up the atmosphere, not even for appearances. Only when they were two *li* from Iron Gate Pass did he say in a deep voice, "Today, follow me to kill Zhao Kai, the Prince of Liyang."

Two hundred paces from the enemy. Yuan Meng let out a thunderous roar: "White Horse Righteous Guards! Fight to the death!" Two hundred Imperial Forest Cavalry simultaneously launched their charge. Not a single one of the sixteen Golden Blade Guards remained behind; all mounted their horses to meet the enemy.

Zhao Kai remained in the coachman's seat, squinting into the distance. The Talisman General, Golden Armor, stood quietly in front of the carriage, his hands gripping the ancient hilt of the great sword, which was plunged into the earth. This formidable sword was forged at the cost of a renowned contemporary sword smith's entire family. The puppet inside the Golden Armor was a Grandmaster whose skin had been flayed by Han Diaosi, and its individual combat power alone was enough to crush the other four abandoned Talisman Armors.

A Tantric female Bodhisattva in a snow-white kasaya formed a hand seal with one hand at her chest, while the other was held flat, as if holding a vase. Yellow sand spun wildly and condensed several feet above her palm, forming a tower of sand, slowly manifesting the image of a swirling celestial vortex.

Zhao Kai clenched his horse whip, stood up, and took a deep breath, "Will I die here?" The sturdy horse whip in his hand suddenly snapped inch by inch. The prince chuckled sinisterly in a low voice, "How can I die here!"

Historical records, especially unofficial histories, like to use the term "ten-thousand-man enemy" to describe fierce generals who charge into battle, but no one takes it literally. However, the concept of a "thousand-man enemy" truly exists within the Liyang Dynasty's military. Although such individuals are rare, there have been precedents. Back then, when the Xu family opened Western Shu for the Emperor, not only did the King of Western Shu and numerous officials swear to defend the nation's gate, preferring death to submission to Liyang or fleeing the imperial city, but also the Sword Emperor, a member of the Western Shu imperial clan, defended the city gate with a single sword. Unfortunately, after a valiant fight, he weakened and was ultimately crushed to death by the Northern Liang cavalry. In that battle, the Sword Emperor of Western Shu killed eight hundred elite cavalry within the time it takes three incense sticks to burn. After his death, his body was trampled by horse hooves, and Chu Lushan then planted a flag on his corpse. The long, chaotic wars spanning many years, filled with smoke and strife, gave armored soldiers much practical experience in fighting top martial arts experts. They learned that they had to wear down their opponents to death before their own morale broke, giving them no chance to breathe. These valuable experiences, accumulated through countless lives and bones, were continuously passed down from veteran soldiers to new recruits, generation after generation.

Wang Zhi, as a cavalry general of Sword Pavilion, had Western Shu to his south, where the Sword Emperor's sword broke and he died. As for Northern Liang, it's needless to say, with Chen Zhibao and Yuan Zuozong, who survived the Concubine's Tomb, both being veritable "thousand-man enemies." Naturally, these illustrious figures were often used as hypothetical enemies for training the cavalry.

However, the ferocity of the red-robed Grand Eunuch's combat power and the cunning of his killing methods still caught Wang Zhi somewhat off guard. Han Diaosi charged straight ahead, his large red python robe fluttering in the wind. Hundreds of red threads emerged from his hands, snatching heads with a flick of his fingers and dismembering bodies at will. Except for Wang Zhi, who managed to sever some red threads with his Northern Liang sabre, and a few capable generals who fortunately survived, no less than thirty cavalrymen were strangled by this "Human Cat."

Fortunately, the cavalry battle formation did not aim for multi-round combat from the start; it sought solidity. Even if it meant sacrificing some of the cavalry's charge advantage, even if it meant gifting Han Diaosi's 2,000 elite cavalry an inherent advantage, they would still exert themselves to encircle and intercept this old eunuch! A secret order Wang Zhi received a few days ago was very simple, just two words: "Hold him!" How to hold him? Besides keeping a thousand cavalry in reserve to prevent being utterly defeated by the opposing two thousand, who knew their strengths and weaknesses, the two thousand cavalry involved in the battle did not swarm forward like mad wasps. Instead, they were divided into twenty hundred-man cavalry teams, ensuring disciplined advance and retreat, and maximizing the numerical advantage of a "wheel battle" to its absolute limit.

Wang Zhi had already engaged Han Diaosi in three swift clashes. Once, he wielded his saber to resist him. The other two times, he bent down to pick up the spears of fallen comrades. One time, he performed a "rear-facing spear" move, pursuing the "red cat" and throwing the spear at its back. Incredibly, the spear was intercepted by dense red threads, as if they had eyes, wrapped around it from behind, and shredded it. Wang Zhi's third throw was a direct sacrifice of a man to kill a horse, but the "Human Cat," terrifyingly red all over, actually pulled his horse up into the air, dodging the flying spear, and even ripped the heads of five surrounding cavalrymen into the sky.

Wang Zhi's eyes were bloodshot from killing, and he cursed, "Damn it, you're not human!" Behind Wang Zhi, eight thousand horse hooves stomped the ground with a growing thunderous roar. Wang Zhi made a gesture, and the thousand unmoving cavalry split apart, beginning to flow like a flood around a reef in the middle of a great river, charging towards the two thousand cavalry led by He Yan. They were further supplemented by six outlying scout teams that couldn't immediately encircle and kill the "Human Cat," sent to engage in fierce head-on combat. Wang Zhi roughly rubbed his cheek, spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, and said fiercely, "If I don't die this time, I'm going to demand to be made a Ten-Thousand-Man Scout General from the Prince of Northern Liang!"

Chen Zhibao said he would kill Xu Weixiong, take her body to Western Shu, and declare himself king, showing no mercy whatsoever, no hesitation. Each time "Plum Wine" touched the ancient "Chichi Sword," the renowned sword erupted with a series of clear, resonant sounds like dragon roars, a prolonged, melodious hum. With each impact, the sleeve of Xu Weixiong's right arm, holding the sword, would violently shake.

The profundity of "Plum Wine" went far beyond this. Chen Zhibao's spear attacks seemed gentle and without any aggression each time, yet with every sword hum and sleeve shake, the elite cavalry of the Great Snow Dragon Riders who arrived subsequently would suddenly drop dead for no apparent reason. They clearly hadn't even approached within twenty paces of the two, yet they died cleanly, as if a spear had pierced their chests, flying backward and falling into the yellow sand before even having time to feel pain.

Chen Zhibao suddenly swung "Plum Wine" in a horizontal sweep, striking the "Chichi Sword" in Xu Weixiong's hand and creating a terrifying arc that would surely break any ordinary renowned sword. Two more iron cavalrymen, following closely behind Xu Weixiong, bafflingly died in battle. Before falling from their horses, their bodies arched in the air exactly like the "Chichi Sword."

Gently withdrawing "Plum Wine," Chen Zhibao spun the spear tip on the ground, creating a spear flower, and looked at the woman spitting blood, smiling faintly, "This is merely when the plums are still green. Are you truly not going to extend your left hand? The 'Chichi,' the second Talisman Sword of Taoism, is fundamentally still about the 'Chì' character, isn't it?" Xu Weixiong remained silent. Chen Zhibao turned his head to look at Iron Gate Pass, "I had intended to go there, slay the python-dragon as well, and then enter Shu alone. That way, it would be justifiable to everyone." In his hand, the "Plum Wine" spear, with its plum motif, gradually deepened to purple.

Xu Weixiong tossed the "Chichi" high into the air, soaring into the clouds and attracting heavenly thunder. Xu Weixiong was about to utter the character "Chì." A spear pierced through her abdomen. Chen Zhibao pulled out "Plum Wine," drawing a stream of blood from the woman, his face devoid of emotion. Xu Weixiong still struggled to utter the "Chì" character, but the white-clad figure rotated the spear to its tail, striking her with a blow that knocked her off her horse. It seemed like mercy, but in reality, this move, "Plum Green Turns Purple," was the true killing blow.

Just at this moment, a woman rode her sword south. Behind the woman, a scholarly figure in a green robe followed leisurely. The young woman was exquisitely beautiful, her sword-riding posture like that of an untethered immortal. She glared fiercely at Xu Weixiong, her second greatest sworn enemy, and said coldly, "I'm just watching. Don't think I'll intervene." It was the middle-aged scholar, who possessed eight measures of the world's grace, who chuckled and said, "When plums turn purple, they're good for wine."

The Grand Official Cao Changqing arrived with a graceful flourish, supporting the woman whose soul was flickering unsteadily, pressed her heart meridian, then gently placed a pill into her mouth, and laid her down softly. Whether she lived or died, heaven knew. He had only done all he could. In fact, to forcibly draw a heavenly tribulation with human power still means an inescapable death. Those who fight to the death are destined to die. Had he not detected the anomaly here, across thousands of miles of yellow sand, even a Land Immortal like Cao Changqing would not have arrived in time.

Cao Changqing rose, extended a hand, and asked, "Confucian Sage Chen Zhibao, may we fight?" The white-clad Battle Immortal, whose quiet entry into sainthood was unknown to the world, lifted the "Plum Wine" spear, now enveloped in a vast purple aura, and calmly said, "Please."

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