Chapter 119: 119 Zhao Xingyue – 6K Subscription Appeal

A longsword near minus two hundred degrees collided with a long blade over ten thousand degrees Celsius; the two reactions struck each other, erupting a dazzling spectacle that an ordinary person would never see in a lifetime.

Extremely dangerous things can also be extremely beautiful.

"Ha ha! Good! Good swordsmanship!!!"

Collision, then separation, Li Shangxuan perched atop the celestial dome, looked down at Wang Wu, and praised.

"Truly worthy of the Heavenly Court inheritance! Indeed extraordinary!!"

"What the heck?"

Wang Wu was startled; the long blade he had just prepared to swing froze instantly.

"What Heavenly Court?" He planted the blade into the ground, clearly not intending to continue fighting, holding the sword, Wang Wu looked up at Li Shangxuan in the sky, "What are you talking about?"

"My technique isn't from the Heavenly Court, you know? Our Extreme Heaven Vajra Sect has nothing to do with the Heavenly Court…" But at that point, Wang Wu reconsidered and shook his head:

"Fine, whatever you say. If you call it the Heavenly Court, then it is, I don't know anyway."

He had intended to explain, but thought better: since the other side thinks it's the Heavenly Court, let it be, and there's no need to explain.

"Brother Wang, don't you want to fight anymore?"

Seeing Wang Wu's blade stuck in the ground, Li Shangxuan asked curiously.

"Fight? How could I not?" Wang Wu drew his long blade again, "Slash the Moon!!"

The battle lasted a full five hours, and only at midnight did Wang Wu finally return to his spherical fortress.

Of course, after returning he didn't forget to keep training, all the way until noon the next day.

Feeling refreshed, Wang Wu stretched lazily and got out of bed. Last night he went from the fortress to the guest room, back to the fortress, and again to the guest room, repeatedly until noon the next day.

After getting up, he took a shower, freshened up, then pushed open the door and walked out.

But before opening the door, recalling the jade bodies lying behind him, he first sent the girls back.

Now at the Seventh‑rank Warrior level, it was clear those three demons and one monster were no match for Wang Wu; even now they have not yet recovered from the fainting caused by over‑excitement.

But there's nothing to do; monsters are like that. Zi Yuan, as a demon, is okay; at least he knows restraint.

But Shu Niang and the others don't know how to take care of their bodies; they push themselves to death. Wake up, go again; wake up, go again, until finally they completely faint and can't stir for a while.

Although it won't affect their health, wasting an entire day of cultivation sleeping is still a waste… but it doesn't matter.

As long as they enjoy it, that's fine.

He pushed the door open and saw Yao Qing outside; she looked like she'd been waiting a long time.

"Brother Wu." Upon seeing Wang Wu, Yao Qing immediately asked, "You weren't injured in yesterday's duel with the master, were you?"

"Of course not." Wang Wu laughed and patted her shoulder. The woman was about as tall as him, a full 1.83 m, so he couldn't reach her head.

Even though her face showed little expression, Wang Wu could hear the concern in her tone.

"Thanks for caring, brother, but what about your master? He should be fine, right?"

"The master's fine; he kept praising Brother Wu yesterday." Yao Qing circled Wang Wu, seemingly inspecting his body.

After confirming there were no marks on Wang Wu, she finally breathed a sigh of relief. Though she knew her sworn brother possessed a technique inherited from the Heavenly Court, she was still a bit worried.

Then yesterday the master saw through it and the other side teased him, leaving Yao Qing still not having spoken to the other party proactively.

In terms of strength, Li Shangxuan is somewhat stronger than Wang Wu. He's faster and his attacks are more powerful.

Sword cultivators and Wang Wu's Earth martial cultivation share some similarities; both pursue all‑round development with no obvious weak points.

But that also makes sword cultivation extremely difficult, arguably the hardest within the true Dao 'cultivator' system.

"Brother Wu, I haven't seen you out all morning; shall we go eat now?" After finishing the check, Yao Qing finally asked.

"Mm." Wang Wu nodded, but upon hearing that, he frowned, "You've been here all morning?"

"I…" Seeing Wang Wu's frown, Yao Qing opened her mouth but finally told the truth, "I wasn't, I haven't been here the whole time…"

"Then have you had breakfast?" Wang Wu asked again.

"Yes, I've eaten…"

"Good, good." Hearing that, Wang Wu's smile returned, "I thought you skipped breakfast waiting for me, so that's good."

"But there's no need to keep waiting; just call me, okay?"

"I'm afraid I'd disturb your rest, Brother Wu."

"Sigh, tsk tsk, sigh…" Hearing Yao Qing's words, Wang Wu's mouth trembled, feeling moved.

Mainly because the feeling came from comparing with the one back home.

Damn, one is still a biological sibling, why such a huge difference? Immaturity aside, they keep tormenting him all day.

Either they file petty reports or team up with the younger brother to tease him; if the three stay at home for a week and his feverish episodes are fewer than ten, that would be miraculous.

With siblings like that, you can't just not fight; you have to.

"How wonderful, little sister, you're truly wonderful." Wang Wu's mouth twitched as he reached out to hug his sister, but considering she was already grown, such intimacy felt inappropriate, so he merely patted her shoulder lightly.

"I truly cherish you, brother; having a sister like you is a three‑life blessing."

Faced with Wang Wu's praise, Yao Qing said nothing, her face expressionless, yet in the following days her body felt weightless.

Wang Wu stayed at Si Tu Jin's residence until only three days remained before the end of the Great Cold, then finally left.

He also bid farewell to his sworn sister and newly made friend Li Shangxuan, and under the escort of an elite Southern Province Army unit, headed to He Dong Xian.

That place was quite far from Si Tu Jin's home—about eight hundred kilometers—but for the extraordinary of this world, the distance was negligible.

"Mystic Bird Cavalry" is the flagship unit of the Southern Province Army; the province's cavalry is famed, and the Mystic Bird Cavalry is the elite among them.

"Heaven's Mandate Mystic Bird, descending to give rise to commerce," in fact the Mystic Bird Cavalry originated from the elite corps of the Great Shang Dynasty, the "Heaven's Mandate Army."

Of course, it's a cavalry unit, but it isn't limited to mounted troops; things like flying‑ship cannons are also present.

Wang Wu had never seen warfare in this world, but given its mix of advanced and primitive traits, he imagined a bizarre combo: intercontinental missiles streaking through the atmosphere, aerial battlecruisers bombarding, followed by ground heavy cavalry charging.

That said, the world's heavy cavalry is far more terrifying than his home's main battle tanks. Their mobility is unmatched, and their attack power rivals; the long spears they wield can pierce a tank's frontal armor.

As for ranged capability, the elite cavalry's is indeed strong. For example, each rider in this escorting Mystic Bird Cavalry carries a rifle‑like weapon on his horse.

Yes, Wang Wu didn't misread; that thing really does resemble the rifle from his previous life. The only difference is that it's actually a crossbow—a crossbow that doesn't need to be cocked.

It fires a thirty‑centimeter‑long bolt, but it has no fletching and is housed in a square box beneath the crossbow arm.

The square box is detachable and can hold a little over twenty bolts at a time. Inside is a spring mechanism that propels the inserted bolts into the firing chamber.

It sounds just like a gun, but it truly isn't, because this thing is a crossbow.

Load the ammunition… ah, load the bolt case, pull the trigger… the hanging blade, and a thirty‑centimeter steel needle is instantaneously accelerated to ten Mach, rushing toward the target.

The extreme speed combined with a specially forged steel tip lets them easily pierce the vast majority of armor.

After penetrating the target, an explosive fuse inside the shaft detonates, followed by a massive blast that causes secondary damage.

Long spears, hand crossbows, and javelins constitute the standard gear of the Great Zhou Dynasty's heavy cavalry. Less elite units usually lack this ultra‑high‑speed armor‑piercing hand crossbow, but they do carry a longbow.

It's not an electromagnetic‑accelerated longbow, but heavy cavalry are generally Gang Qi warriors; by wrapping Gang Qi around the arrow shaft, their bolts fly farther, faster, and with a steadier trajectory.

Naturally, its armor‑piercing capability is stronger and its power greater.

Equipped with iron cavalry, longbow mounted archers, horse lances and javelins, the extraordinary world naturally employs its own extraordinary tactics.

In this world there truly are no light cavalry in the strict sense; anyway, it lacks the standard light cavalry of Wang Wu's hometown.

Because even the lightest horses are armored, and the unarmored ones usually possess natural biological plating.

They can run several hundred kilometers without panting; at full speed, they often exceed one hundred kilometers per hour, and a thousand kilometers consumes only two compressed rations.

This truly is a blend of biology and ruthless tactics, folks—far more formidable than the technology and ruthlessness back home.

"Young Master Wang, ahead is He Dong Xian."

Wang Wu opened the carriage window, stuck his head out to look ahead, and recognized the familiar place where his dream in this world had begun.

A cavalry unit that the people of He Dong Xian had never seen before entered the city, clad in resplendent dark‑colored armor edged with red brocade and silver thread, each plate intricately engraved.

They wore helmets adorned with dark‑bird cloud patterns and phoenix feathers, draped in large red ceremonial sleeves, and bore either long halberds or horse lances.

More importantly, every rider was at the Entering True Realm level, just one step shy of the True Realm.

The carriage soon stopped at the Wang Clan gate; after dismounting and bidding farewell to the leading knight, Wang Wu walked straight toward the Wang Mansion gate.

"Wu Lang!!"

As soon as he entered the Wang household, a figure lunged into Wang Wu's arms.

Then fast‑forward to the second year.

Having tasted too much of the bland, Wang Wu found himself missing Wang Lan terribly.

For some unknown reason, the monsters didn't seem to be plagued by that particular problem.

No matter how long they wore their shoes, they emitted no odor, and they hardly sweated at all.

Of course, after a long wear there is a slight scent, but it's negligible… uh.

In short, time passed swiftly; in the blink of an eye the old year ended and the new one arrived.

The rendezvous with Zhao Xingyue was approaching, and Wang Wu admitted he missed the girl, because her moves were truly generous and bold.

Although she spent the whole day either feeding him or washing his feet, earning money, after all, isn't cold.

Wang Lan hasn't finished a box of Heavenly Vein Pills yet, but it's clear she has already refined a good amount of true qi. Once she finishes the box, she'll be leaving the Wang household.

It's not about going out with Wang Wu, but parting from him. Since she now possesses true qi, she naturally must walk the True Dao path.

Wang Lan didn't want to hold Wang Wu back, and Wang Wu naturally supported her, even recommending a sect for her: the Green Duckweed Sect.

Wang Clan, Wang Wu's room.

"The Sword Palace of the Green Duckweed Sect, I think you, Lan'er, could give it a try," Wang Wu said to Wang Lan on the afternoon of the first day of the new year.

"I just don't know if you like sword training, Lan'er, since you used to practice the blade."

Speaking of that, Wang Wu adjusted his posture and said with a hint of regret, "It's a pity you can't cultivate the methods of our Extreme Heaven Vajra Gate, sigh."

"Um… I can handle sword techniques too, Wu Lang," Wang Lan lifted her head, her eyes shimmering with rippling light, and said to Wang Wu.

She straightened her body to look at Wang Wu, though her feet remained in motion.

Her toe‑palm technique has advanced by leaps and bounds during this period.

In cultivation, Wang Lan has always been diligent, practicing without pause day after day.

"But I'm not sure whether your talent can qualify for the Sword Palace; sigh, it doesn't matter, just do your best."

"Hmm…"

Wang Lan gave a slight nod, then bent over again.

Spring arrives, all things revive, and it's also the season for animals to mate… uh, saying it that way isn't wrong; it truly is so.

As for recommending Wang Lan to Li Shangxuan, Wang Wu had no intention of doing so; at most he would have Li Shangxuan look after her.

After all, Wang Wu's friends within the Green Duckweed Sect are only Li Yuan, Yao Qing, and Li Shangxuan.

As for Li Yuan, the fellow isn't wealthy; having him look after Wang Lan would only cause trouble for the other side.

The spring in this world is perfectly ordinary and 'yang‑world', so much so that Wang Wu even thought he was about to return to Earth.

The sun shows a pale white belly in the east around six‑something in the morning, and it may not set completely until around six‑something in the evening.

In early spring, even the air is fresh and pleasant, and the nights become considerably more 'yang‑world'.

This is merely the first day after winter's end, whereas the previous day had not a single ray of sunlight all day.

At 4:30 p. m., after bathing, Wang Wu opened his room door, letting fresh air flood in and replace the stale air inside.

The moment the door opened, Wang Lan's personal maid Xiaoyun walked over.

The scent from Wang Wu's room quickly reached her nostrils, making Xiaoyun's face flush bright red instantly.

She knew exactly what that smell was, very clearly.

Miss now hardly likes changing clothes or shoes, and all of this is because…

She quickly cast away all thoughts in her mind, including fantasies about the young master, and respectfully bowed to Wang Wu:

"Young master, someone outside is looking for you."

"Is it someone with the surname Zhao?"

"\"This... \" Xiao Yun shook her head, \"They're from the yamen; it seems a cultivator is waiting for you. \""

"\"That's it, \" Wang Wu nodded, \"I'll go now; later the cleaning of the room will be your trouble. \""

"\"Hmm... \""

Xiao Yun lowered her head, her responding voice like a mosquito.

He gave Xiao Yun a silver ingot, and Wang Wu leapt up on the spot and quickly left the Wang residence.

After he left, she promptly put away the silver ingot Wang Wu gave, and Xiao Yun also quickly entered Wang Wu's room.

Since following Wang Wu, the miss's health seemed to deteriorate, she often fainted, yet she apparently enjoyed it.

Entering Wang Wu's room, smelling the indescribable scent in the air, Xiao Yun's face grew increasingly flushed.

Clothes were scattered all over the floor, even the miss's brocade socks and boots had ended up on the bed.

She tidied the clothes, put the shoes back on the floor, then swept the room, sitting on a stool waiting for the miss to wake.

Now she could indeed be counted as the miss's personal maid, even closer than before. Yet she felt a bit disappointed, because Wang Wu, the 'young master', seemed to have no thoughts toward her.

He Dong Xian, Fragrant Pleasant Hall.

Again it's Fragrant Pleasant Hall; it has already become Wang Wu's sole designated dining spot in He Dong Xian.

"Miss Zhao, long time no see."

A pair of vermilion phoenix eyes, willow‑leaf eyebrows, lips like a dab of vermilion, a jade‑like straight nose.

Zhao Xingyue's looks are actually quite distinctive in the Southern Province, but that's normal; she's a Zhou person, not a Yin person.

Looking at the Zhao Xingyue before him, Wang Wu said cheerfully.

"\"I couldn't tell, Brother Wang is already... \" Feeling the aura emanating from Wang Wu's body, Zhao Xingyue was also rather shocked.

Wu Lian sat beside Wang Wu; as his lifesaving benefactor, he would occasionally visit her as long as he stayed in He Dong Xian.

He asks after her health, inquires about any needs, and chats with her. So Wu Lian's emotional state now is much better than back then.

"\"I encountered many things last year; I suppose that's a breakthrough, \" Wang Wu said with a smile, sipping his pre‑meal tea.

Zhao Xingyue opened her mouth but said nothing. In the months apart, Wang Wu's face would occasionally appear in her dreams.

And her senior brother would come to see her almost every day during the few days after her return; many times he wanted to say something, but she brushed him off with excuses of ill health or poor spirit.

With winter's arrival, he was assigned to a mission with a junior sister, so naturally he no longer had a chance to see her.

Previously, because of injuries, returning to the sect took many days. Now the wound has healed, so the speed is certainly much faster than before.

She set out the day before yesterday and arrived in He Dong Xian this afternoon.

"How's it? The injury still okay?"

At this moment, the maid began serving dishes to their table. This meal was naturally hosted by Wang Wu; although Zhao Xingyue is a wealthy woman, as a guest Wang Wu didn't intend to let her pay, and he also had a request of her.

As for Wu Lian, she would certainly not let her pay; after all, she's his lifesaving benefactor.

"Thanks to Brother Wang's favor," Zhao Xingyue nodded softly.

Before Wang Wu came to see her today, Zhao Xingyue's mood was very complicated; these emotions piled up in her chest, fermenting, making her feel tight and extremely uncomfortable.

Until Wang Wu appeared, her breath halted at that moment, and her gaze was instantly filled with Wang Wu.

Immediately, her heart began pounding violently, and intense joy eclipsed all other feelings.

"That's good, that's good," Wang Wu said cheerfully, taking a bite, then gesturing to the other.

"Eat? Why aren't you eating?"

He picked up more dishes and placed them into Wu Lian's bowl beside him, "You also eat? Why are you just sitting? I'm here to treat you to a meal, not to have you just sit idle."

Wang Wu didn't intend to discuss matters at the dinner; to him, eating is just eating, you can chat about other things, exchange some small talk.

But if serious business is to be discussed, they'd wait until wine and food are plentiful.

This time Wang Wu fully displayed the qualities a host should have, sometimes serving Wu Lian, other times serving Zhao Xingyue.

After serving for a while, looking at Zhao Xingyue whose eyes never left his face, Wang Wu asked curiously:

"What's wrong?"

"My injury hasn't fully healed yet," Zhao Xingyue said with a bright smile, her face showing the pain of having taken a three‑hour acting class.

"What, you still want me to feed you?" Wang Wu frowned, then nodded, "Fine. You give money, you give money and I will—"

"I don't think that's what you meant, Wang..." Zhao Xingyue began, then froze mid‑sentence.

His peripheral glance swept the surroundings; Wang Wu disliked private rooms, preferring to eat at this street‑side window seat. This place was almost becoming his exclusive spot.

Many people came for a second meal at Fragrant Pleasant Hall; since today was the first day of spring, the entire hall was packed. Only Wang Wu's table remained empty.

At this moment, not everyone present, but at least most people were looking over here.

After all, Zhao Xingyue was beautiful, and Wang Wu and Wu Lian were even more beautiful.

Under the heavy gaze, Zhao Xingyue's mind was blank, only Wang Wu's words echoing in her head.

A twitch ran through her throat; after a few seconds of silence, the corner of her mouth lifted.

She took out a gold ingot and placed it on the table before her.

"Alright?"

Even though her ears were already flushed red, Zhao Xingyue tried to adopt a flippant teasing expression, saying to Wang Wu.

"Ha! As you command, Miss Zhao!"

Wang Wu snatched the gold ingot from the table and instantly became Zhao Xingyue's most humble servant.

Just as in Wang Gu Lin, his services were exceedingly attentive.

"It's... it's hot..."

Wang Wu immediately blew on the dish with his mouth and fed it to Zhao Xingyue.

After this round of serving, until the evening when the two of them—ah, no, one person with two demons—left the city, Zhao Xingyue's ears were still completely flushed.

Her body was also light and floating, as if she were flying among the clouds.

Zhao Xingyue didn't stay long in He Dong Xian; after the meal, having finished discussions with Wang Wu and Wu Lian, she left the city with the two demons, hurrying toward the Upper Profound Sect.

(End of Chapter)