Chapter 122: Finally Met the Demon‑City Young Master – 4K Please Subscribe

Cavalry units galloped along the Guan Dao in the Southern Province, rushing toward the border.

The fleet overhead swept past like a flock of geese, its target also the border.

War always begins in spring and summer, not in autumn and winter.

The idea of raising troops after autumn does exist here, but in the overwhelming majority of cases it is not a wise choice.

Because it would lead to a lose‑lose situation, even making both sides losers.

The only winner would be this world itself, the monsters that roam the battlefield and devour flesh.

They do not need to change horses during marches like the cavalry of the previous life, nor unload horses and armor; these cavalry remain fully armed at all times.

The soldiers wore heavy armor, rode warhorses clad in iron armor along the road, maintaining a speed of about sixty kilometers per hour—neither too fast nor too slow.

The Great Zhou fielded one army per province; in total the Great Zhou had thirteen provincial armies, totaling 1.4 million, plus the Eight Kings' army, totaling 400,000.

The central court has its own directly‑subordinate professional army, and each province naturally has one as well, just under a different name.

"Private army" is what people usually call them.

The troops Wang Wu saw on the road were the regular militia, composed of respectable youths from villages—farmers in peace, soldiers in war.

Armor and weapons are issued by the provincial government, and can also be obtained with subsidies for custom making.

"Truly spectacular."

Seeing the road swamped in darkness, the steel tide of armor gleaming under the sun, Wang Wu couldn't help but exclaim.

"What a pity, I wonder how many of the fine lads from the Southern Province will return from this expedition."

The regretful voice suddenly sounded beside his ear; Wang Wu turned and saw an unfamiliar middle‑aged man.

"Who are you?"

The road, of course, isn't populated only by troops; there are many caravans. Spring and summer are the two seasons with the heaviest traffic on the Guan Dao, and even at night one can see many silhouettes on the road.

Real people, not monsters.

"Heh, young knight, your appearance is truly breathtaking."

Faced with Wang Wu's question, the middle‑aged man had no intention of answering, instead turning the conversation to Wang Wu's looks.

Wang Wu scanned the middle‑aged man from head to toe, then realized he was not from the Southern Province.

"You're not from the Southern Province, are you?" Wang Wu said to the middle‑aged man:

"One after another you call me a Southern Province lad. Are you a Southern Province person? You're right here, there, Southern Province lad."

Speaking, Wang Wu squinted, "I see you… look, look how you speak, how you seem… uh, Zhou person."

"Uh, I am indeed a Zhou person." The middle‑aged man, embarrassed by Wang Wu's remark, blushed for a moment before saying:

"But I am also from the Southern Province; I grew up in Southern Zhou, my household registration is also Southern Province. I have long been a Southern Province person."

"Not so." Wang Wu shook his head. "I don't think you look like it; you're a Zhou person, not a Southern Province person."

"Is the Southern Province only the Southern Province of the Yin people?"

The middle‑aged man, displeased by Wang Wu's comment, replied:

"Southern Province people are, of course, the Southern Province of our Yin people." At that moment, another person joined the conversation.

The two turned together toward the newcomer, a robust, masculine, resolute young man.

He wore leather armor, with a half‑sleeve mail beneath, and two long swords hung from his waist.

From his aura, he was indeed a true‑Dao martial artist, his strength roughly at the Recognizing‑Truth realm.

The middle‑aged man was several grades stronger, a great cultivator of the Void‑Perception realm.

The suddenly appearing middle‑aged man made Wang Wu curious—since when have there been so many Void‑Perception cultivators in the Southern Province?

"Kid, the Southern Province is territory of our Great Zhou, belonging to the Great Zhou emperor and all Zhou people, not a place exclusive to the Yin."

The middle‑aged man furrowed his brows and said to the newly‑joined youth.

Seeing the two about to argue, Wang Wu chose not to watch the drama but walked away from the conversation.

He still had a road to hurry on, with no time to discuss some nonsense like "are you a Southern Province person?"

Anyway, he wasn't.

But before he got far—about a hundred kilometers later—he was caught up by that middle‑aged man again.

"Wang Young Knight."

The middle‑aged man appeared ahead of Wang Wu, smiling brightly at him.

"You came to see me this time, not to keep discussing whether you're a Southern Province person, right?"

Wang Wu asked.

"Heh…" At that moment, the middle‑aged man also laughed. Then, with a flick of his sleeve, he changed his clothes.

"My master sent me to invite Young Knight Wang to the master's residence for a chat."

"Who is your master?"

"You'll know once you go."

Having said that, without waiting for Wang Wu's consent, he waved his sleeve.

Then Wang Wu remained completely still.

Another wave of the sleeve, Wang Wu still did not move.

On the third wave, Wang Wu grabbed his own buttocks.

On the fourth, Wang Wu finally moved. He vanished from the spot, while the middle‑aged man stayed where he was.

"Ha ha, old man, you're all out of luck, huh?"

At that moment, a gloating voice sounded beside the middle‑aged man; he turned toward the source, eyes blazing with anger.

Despite the enormous gap in strength, the young man with the twin swords seemed not at all afraid of the middle‑aged man.

With a murderous gaze from the opponent, he continued to speak to himself:

"I am a Heavenly Court inheritance, from a prestigious lineage; what are you, just a dog of that old dog? You really think anyone could look up to you…"

"Bang—!!"

With a burst, the young man's upper body turned into countless blood mists and exploded, while his lower half slowly fell to the ground.

"Ha ha, don't be impatient? How can you be unable to stand just two words?"

Yet his gloating voice still echoed in the air.

The middle‑aged man's face turned iron‑blue, his features twisted with anger, initially constantly writhing.

Then a human face floated up from his left side. That face's features were equally grotesquely twisted, now staring dead at the direction where Wang Wu disappeared.

"Follow him, find him, bring him over."

"Yes, master."

The middle‑aged man lowered his head and answered humbly.

Everyone knows what the Heavenly Court is, and knows how dangerous it is.

Yet still, everyone rushes to those things from the Heavenly Court like swallows to a flame.

And the Heavenly Court inheritance is even more something that makes everyone scramble for it.

Wang Wu didn't know, because the power he displayed that day has already let many big figures know his name and his appearance.

But even if they know, they don't care at all; that kind of thing can't be eaten as food, what's the point.

As for others' covetous hearts, Wang Wu doesn't think there's anything in this world that his master can't solve.

Since he reached the seventh rank, he naturally also wants to reach the sixth rank.

Becoming stronger, stronger, is almost what every warrior pursues all his life.

Great power, a power that crushes everything.

However, the techniques of the Extreme Heaven Vajra Sect are easy to learn but hard to perfect; they are quick to start, difficult to advance, and everyone knows this.

The lower three ranks' cultivation methods are naturally relaxed and take little time.

But the middle three ranks are different; each realm, each tier requires a huge amount of time and many trials.

And the upper three ranks are even more so; even with abundant supplement aids, it remains an extremely difficult task.

"Mountain‑Top Cave Monster: Master, I think I've been targeted lately."

That was on the third day after meeting the middle‑aged man; because he constantly felt someone following behind him, Wang Wu chose to ask his master for help.

"Wave‑Rising Turtle‑Forcing Your Mother Died: Then just kill them? There's no need to report such a thing, right?"

"Mountain‑Top Cave Monster: Isn't that a bit off, master?"

"Wave‑Rising Turtle‑Forcing Your Mother Died: Then just hide? Where's your fortress?"

His master's words reminded Wang Wu, so under the gaze of those countless eyes in the sky, he vanished.

And he never appeared again.

A few days later, a young man of merely ordinary handsomeness walked on the road, accompanied by Shu Niang, whose looks were only of ordinary beauty.

"Wow, Third Brother, there are still quite a few people selling things on this road?"

Shu Niang held a string of candied hawthorn sticks, licking them deliciously, and said to Wang Wu beside her.

"Spring is indeed very normal." Wang Wu couldn't help but nod repeatedly, also holding two strings of candied hawthorn.

People often appear on the road; villages are full of people, and cities even more so.

After changing his appearance, indeed no one came looking for Wang Wu anymore, nor did he feel anyone watching him.

Putting on clothes he had never worn before, he instantly became an ordinary local.

Of course, this mainly owed to the spherical fortress and Wang Wu's Yin‑Extreme Divine Sect technique.

Changing his appearance aside, even his aura was completely different; anyone would not recognize him.

"Two of you! Two of you!"

But at that moment, a voice behind Wang Wu rang out, calling him.

Wang Wu thought he had been exposed, but after turning around, though startled, he relaxed.

Because it was a monster.

Blue eyes, white hair, a beautiful face; although it looked no different from a human, anyone would know it wasn't human.

Because it was too good‑looking, and also too abnormal.

Just like Wang Wu's first time entering this human society.

It was a public monster, but its aura was strange, unlike the monsters he knew.

Although up to now he had only seen a few monsters in total.

"Two of you." Seeing Wang Wu and Shu Niang turn around, the white‑haired face brightened, "Do you know where Yutong County is?"

"Yutong County?" Wang Wu thought for a moment, then shook his head, "I don't know."

"Then, where are you two planning to go?" the white‑haired one asked, although the three monsters had just met for less than a minute,

but he was not at all shy.

"Yuan Zhou." Wang Wu, also unshy, answered directly.

This public monster's aura was pure, and like Shu Niang, it had never killed or eaten a person; its eyes revealed a clear‑headed foolishness…

In short, it was just very clear.

"Is that so!?" Hearing Wang Wu say Yuan Zhou, the white‑haired one's eyes lit up, "May I travel with you two?"

Saying that, he reached into his own clothing and produced a gold ingot.

Emerald‑gold.

"This can serve as payment."

"Ha ha, well said, well said!"

Before the suddenly appearing other female demon could intercept the jade‑gold that Bai Mao handed over, Wang Wu had already taken the item in his hand and, laughing brightly, said:

"Ha ha, easy, easy."

"Helping others is the root of joy; may I know your honorable surname and full name, brother?"

Facing the female demon that suddenly appeared beside Bai Mao, Wang Wu paid no heed at all, his attention fixed entirely on the Bai Mao before him.

But Wang Wu's indifference didn't mean others shared it; as Wang Wu asked Bai Mao for his name, the demon had already positioned herself between Wang Wu and Bai Mao, looking down at him from above.

The woman was taller than Wu Er Niang, at least two meters and ten centimeters, forcing Wang Wu to look up at her.

She differed from the mature, intellectual beauty of Wu Er Niang, the cold, striking Zhu San Niang, or the youthful vigor of Shu Niang. This demon was, in fact, like a tower.

An iron tower.

Has an elephant become a spirit? Or a rhinoceros?

Wang Wu couldn't help but feel curious.

"My name is Ao... Bai Long!"

Bai Mao, blocked behind the woman, said.

"Hello, Ao Bai Long," Wang Wu nodded. "You may follow me, but the border has been unsettled lately; you'd better keep a low profile."

"I am Li San," Wang Wu also gave his alias.

Speaking, he then embraced Shu Niang: "This is my wife, Su Niang."

"This is my guard, named Xie Yu," Ao Bai Long also introduced the big woman's name.

The big woman nodded toward Wang Wu, a simple greeting.

Both of these demon compatriots were far from weak; even the weaker Ao Bai Long was at the early True Realm, while Xie Yu had reached the Great Perfection of the True Realm—a bona‑fide great demon.

Thus, Wang Wu's party gained two newly joined demon kin.

Truth be told, Wang Wu still couldn't quite figure them out, especially Ao Bai Long.

Is this kid trying to hide his demon lineage or not? Either way, it's very odd.

But such matters didn't matter; Wang Wu didn't care.

All four had no mounts, so they kept walking on foot.

Along the way, Ao Bai Long showed intense curiosity about everything around him, and his myriad questions could often be heard.

He lacked common sense and was less guarded, yet unlike the initially pure Wang Wu, overall Ao Bai Long proved a bit stronger.

Wang Wu planned to drift slowly toward the border, so their pace was very sluggish.

Southern Province was vast; he still had many places he hadn't visited, so he couldn't miss this chance.

Yet along the way, Ao Bai Long's endless questions became a bit excessive:

"Brother Li, what's this?"

"Brother Li, what's that?"

"Wow! Brother Li, look at that!!"

"Li..."

In the end, Ao Bai Long couldn't stay a curious baby forever.

Because they were blocked by a squad of cavalry.

"You lot."

The leading captain rode up to the demons, his gaze constantly sweeping over Shu Niang and Xie Yu.

Especially Xie Yu, for she was the most beautiful and best‑shaped.

"I suspect the two of you," he said, pointing at Ao Bai Long and Xie Yu, his eyes never leaving her.

"Any passage?"

The moment those words were spoken, Wang Wu knew this troop had come looking for trouble with them.

"Passage? What passage?" Yet Wang Wu paid no mind to such matters and replied directly.

"I'm not speaking to you," the leader glanced at Wang Wu, then glanced at the Shu Niang beside him, lingered on her for a while, and his mouth twitched into a slight grin.

"I now suspect you..." the leader raised his hand, about to say something, but the next moment his head shot upward into the sky.

(End of Chapter)