Chapter 81

In the dark forest.

Wei He didn't run far with the person he was carrying. After the bumpy ride, Jiang Su slowly woke up.

"Wei He...!?" She immediately saw the person carrying her by the moonlight.

"It's me." Wei He kept his eyes fixed, moving swiftly.

The dark forest passed by on both sides, like fleeting shadows.

"Where are we now?" Jiang Su couldn't help but ask.

"I don't know."

"Is it safe around here?"

"Unclear."

"Can you say something good?" Jiang Su wiped the tears from her face.

"You and the teacher are still alive." Wei He replied.

"..."

Suddenly, Wei He made a sharp stop and leaped to the side.

Thud thud!

Two muffled sounds, and two flying knives precisely nailed the spot where he was standing.

A light exclamation came from behind.

"You actually managed to dodge that?"

A black figure rushed out from the forest and stopped by a cluster of shrubs.

The moonlight illuminated one side of his body, revealing a bearded man holding a large silver-ringed saber.

Wei He turned around and put the two people down.

"Who are you?"

"I am the Great Guardian of the Blood Robe Sect, Yuan..." The man didn't finish his sentence when he felt a gust of wind.

He quickly dodged to the left.

Something passed by his face, the wind making his cheeks sting.

"You!?"

Thud.

Suddenly, a crisp sound exploded from behind, as if some powder had burst.

Before he could turn around, Wei He took a step forward, his figure darting several meters, and punched him.

"Five breaths."

"Kill you."

In the darkness, Wei He's body rapidly swelled, his breath held, his fists turning black, the Five Ridges Palm and Back Mountain Fist techniques intertwining like threads on his hands.

The Flying Dragon Technique reached its limit, his face covered in veins, his arms resembling blood-colored tattoos, wriggling and entwining.

"Arrogant!!"

The man's saber blade trembled, his blood surging, the force wrapping around the blade as he slashed forward.

Unexpectedly, Wei He suddenly stopped, halting two meters away.

Boom!

Following the momentum, five columns of gray dust spewed from behind Wei He, spreading out toward the opponent.

"Despicable!!" The man roared, closing his mouth and eyes, his saber swinging to try to blow the toxic dust back.

Unfortunately, a black shadow flashed.

Wei He circled around and silently struck the man's waist with a palm.

Clang!

The palm hit a hard object, the texture suggesting some kind of inner armor.

At this moment, the man fiercely swung his saber, the blade clearly coated with poison, gleaming blue, and slashed toward him.

Without knowing what poison the opponent had used, any injury could mean death.

But Wei He advanced instead of retreating, narrowly avoiding the blade and striking the man's chest with a palm.

Boom!

The two exchanged a quick palm strike.

The man blocked Wei He's palm with his other hand.

Unfortunately, he immediately felt a pain in his palm, and upon lifting his hand, he saw a blood hole.

Not only that, his hand to his forearm, his entire left hand, quickly became numb and lost sensation.

This wasn't the effect of poison; it was because the opponent's force was much stronger.

"You...!?" The man was both shocked and angry, trying to retreat and run.

Unfortunately, Wei He's figure flashed, and he rushed forward again.

The two touched and separated, passing each other.

Wei He shook off the blood on his hand and quickly left.

Not long after, the body of the Blood Robe Sect man fell to the ground, his chest caved in, almost hollow.

It was exactly the sixth breath.

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At the temple.

Wei Ying supported Teacher Zheng, feeding him hot soup in small sips.

Unfortunately, Zheng FuGui's lips were pale, with no color left.

He was shaking all over, his body getting colder, his eyes and pupils becoming unfocused.

Wei He, Jiang Su, Zhang Qi, and Ouyang Lin stood beside him.

"I..." The soup overflowed from Zheng FuGui's mouth, unable to swallow, and a mouthful of blood gushed from his throat, covering his chest.

Jiang Su couldn't help but cry softly.

Wei He's face was grim, and he tightly held Teacher Zheng's hand.

Over the years at the Back Mountain Fist, Zheng FuGui had never let them down. They had spent every day together, and over time, they had formed a deep bond.

Seeing Teacher Zheng like this, both of them felt a deep pain.

"Don't be sad..." Zheng FuGui said weakly. "Whether it's Hong Family Castle or the Seven Family Alliance, they don't want the Martial Arts Alliance to exist. They don't want a complete Martial Arts Alliance, so we must be scattered."

He wiped the blood from his mouth and sighed.

"Yun Lao was too confident, thinking the Hong Family Castle would value its reputation and come to our rescue. He didn't realize that the timing of the rescue matters."

"When I left, there was already a fire in the city... in the inner city."

He looked up at Wei He and Jiang Su.

"My time at the Back Mountain Fist is over, but it's fine... the man who severely injured me was killed by me and Old Han. No need for you to seek revenge."

"Also, I hid some of the food and meat in a deep well at Shaoyang Mountain. If you want it, go find it."

"Hong Family, Hong Family, Hong Daoyuan wouldn't do this. This time, it must be his father, the old fox. He will take all the blame, and the Hong Family Castle will use Hong Daoyuan's righteousness to gather the remaining forces and strengthen their influence. What a clever plan, what a clever mind!"

"Also, the Qingdu Sect, which had previously agreed to help me, is now breaking their promise. Unfortunately, I realized it too late."

His spirit seemed to improve, and his speech became smoother.

"Wei He."

"Disciple is here." Wei He quickly responded.

"I have ten thousand taels of gold, a piece of meat land, and a fundamental map. Do you want them?"

"..." Wei He was taken aback.

"You are my most outstanding disciple, so I will leave these to you. The money, I placed it... in..." Zheng FuGui paused. "In..."

"I don't know if it's still there, but that place should be safe. I searched for a long time before deciding where to put the things."

He sighed.

"Unfortunately, my daughter is not ambitious, and her husband is a failure. I don't know how they are doing now."

"Teacher..." Wei He wanted to ask about the money.

"Don't comfort me, I'm fine." Zheng FuGui raised his hand and sighed.

"When you get old, there are things you can't see through or understand. In my youth, I was talented and arrogant, and I was successful in the sect. Now, what's left?"

"Teacher..."

"Don't worry, I'm fine. It's just a feeling. When you get old, you'll be the same."

"After this, I plan to find a place to rest. My body is injured, and it will be difficult to recover. But the foundation is still there, and I can live as a normal person."

Zheng FuGui sat up, picked up the meat soup, and drank it all.

"I originally planned to leave the money and things to my daughter, but if I left them to her, they would be gone. They would either be sold or stolen. Some things are a curse to ordinary people."

He sighed deeply. "So, I took the things and the money and put them in that place. After much thought, only there is the safest."

He looked at Wei He and Jiang Su.

"I once swore to make a name for myself in this life. Now, after all the struggles, what's left?"

"Right, I haven't told you where that place is, have I? Look at my memory..." Zheng FuGui laughed, patting his head.

"That place is... in..."

He reached out and suddenly pulled out a stack of things from his body.

"Here!"

Zheng FuGui looked at Wei He and Jiang Su's bewildered faces and suddenly burst into laughter.

"You guys, you... that's all you can do!"

Laughing, blood started to flow from his eyes, nose, and ears.

Wei Ying suddenly covered her mouth, turning away, unable to watch.

The laughter gradually faded, and Zheng FuGui's eyes remained open, his hand tightly gripping the stack of fur-wrapped items.

He sat there stiffly, motionless, his breath gone.

Wei He and Jiang Su took a step back, knelt down, and bowed deeply.

"May the teacher rest in peace!"

Wei He said calmly.

"May the teacher... rest in peace." Jiang Su was already sobbing uncontrollably.

The flickering firelight revealed a hint of relief and longing on Zheng FuGui's pale face.

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Swoosh.

An arrow was shot from a distance, drawing a beautiful arc, crossing the Feiye River, and the vast open land in front of the city gate, and firmly nailed to the wooden city tower of Feiye City.

With a dull thud, the guard on duty opened his sleepy eyes, stuffed a few pieces of grass cake into his mouth, and looked outside.

From the ten-meter-high city wall, looking out from the tower.

In the distance, the land was desolate, the fertile fields cracked and dry. In the middle of the road, something was rising.

The thing was a dark mass, like locusts, or...

"Enemy attack!!!" The guard suddenly shouted, desperately pulling the alarm bell.

In the inner city, which had just been saved from a fire, the soldiers were once again in motion.

The smoke had not yet cleared, and the soldiers, led by their captains, quickly rushed out, climbing up the city walls.

The city gates were slowly reinforced with supports, and large stones were transported up the kilometer-long city wall.

Logs, boiling oil, and other defensive items were continuously gathered.

At this moment, a large black rain of arrows fell from the sky, like raindrops, densely shooting down many of the defending soldiers.

The sound of war drums echoed.

Outside the city, three muscular, broad-shouldered generals rode their horses, stopping in front of the city.

A young, agile general spurred his horse forward, looking at the densely packed heads on the city wall above Feiye City.

He raised his hand.

A nearby general handed him a long spear.

"The people of Feiye are suffering, and I cannot bear to harm the innocent."

He gripped the spear, circled his horse a few times, and suddenly shouted loudly.

"Where is Ou Chen! Dare to fight!?"

"Continuous drought, your Seven Family Alliance hoards grain, causing the people to suffer. Today, I, Hong Daoyuan, will act on behalf of heaven to bring justice! Restore a clear sky to Feiye!"

His arm bulged, his muscles swelling like a balloon, and a powerful force surged to his right arm.

"Go!!"

Swish!

In an instant, the spear disappeared from his hand.

The spear broke through the air, whistling like a bullet, aiming for the large sign of Feiye City.

"You dare!"

A figure leaped from the city wall, holding a long staff, and struck the spear with a heavy blow.

With a loud thud, a spark burst in the air in front of the city wall. The spear was deflected, bending and flying away. The figure used the momentum to leap back to the city wall.

"Kill! Hahahaha!!!" Hong Daoyuan laughed wildly, leaping from his horse, drawing a black spear from his back, and charging toward the city wall.

Behind him, a large number of soldiers, holding shields, charged toward the city wall. Siege towers rammed the city gates, and ladders were set up.

Ropes and stones were thrown onto the city wall.

Stone-throwing machines continuously launched large rocks, smashing into the city wall. Arrows rained down, covering the soldiers. Martial arts experts also threw short spears, targeting key figures.