Chapter 410: Lu Fusan

Jidao Wu just left like that.

He was very carefree, not even concealing his own aura, as if telling everyone that he was going to help Chen Yan.

He didn't care at all that the Xia Clan was about to enter into a marriage alliance with the Lu Clan.

Outside Xiaoyang City.

Yin Youming watched Jidao Wu's retreating back, unable to speak.

For a genius, the thing they can bear the least is a blow to their aptitude.

"You..." Li Muyun looked toward Yin Youming.

"You too..." Yin Youming swept his gaze toward Li Muyun and gave a dry laugh.

To the side, the female Star General Jiang Miaoxuan frowned and said:

"I know you all admire Chen Yan, but is there any need to be this dejected? Acting all sissy, you're not even as good as me."

Li Muyun and Jidao Wu exchanged a glance, neither of them speaking.

It was a bit embarrassing.

As Second-Rank Star Generals, they had all experienced the awe of the world and the admiration of their peers.

The Great Xia rated them as the individuals with the highest aptitude of the current generation of the Xia Clan.

Therefore, every one of them had their own pride.

But this time, Yin Youming and Li Muyun felt they had taken a heavy hit.

On the other side of Xiaoyang City.

Xi Congyun and Mu Zigui watched from afar as Jidao Wu flew toward the Military Martial Guard.

"Is he really not worried about being reprimanded by the Xia Clan?" Mu Zigui asked in surprise.

As a Star General of the Xia Clan, everything was subject to the orders of the Xia Clan.

Jidao Wu helping Chen Yan repeatedly was truly a bit too self-centered.

"You go too." Xi Congyun spoke, looking at Mu Zigui.

"Mm." Mu Zigui nodded; this was something she and Xi Congyun had discussed.

Chen Yan had now essentially walked onto a path of no return.

Yet Chen Yan's reputation still made Xi Congyun wary, and even deeply moved.

Xi Congyun's desire for power was higher than that of all the other Star Generals, so he was willing to take a gamble.

…………

Qinzhou, Yixian City.

On the expressway, over a dozen long-distance buses were speeding along, kicking up a long trail of exhaust.

Inside a bus.

An old man with a limp, wearing a military uniform, spoke up.

"Everyone, give it your all when we get there, don't be afraid of death!"

As his voice fell, a chorus of agreement rose from the seats.

"Got it, got it."

"Who's afraid of death? No one is afraid of death."

"We're going over there just to stir up trouble. Is the Xia Clan out of people? Can't even one person stand up?"

"A perfectly good peerless prodigy, declaring the existence of Will Martial Dao—in any other era, wouldn't a genius like this be protected like a lifeline?"

…………

The crowd spoke up.

In the frontmost seat of the bus.

An old man was staring blankly at a booklet in his hands.

"Old man, what are you holding?"

Someone asked.

The old man hurriedly tucked the booklet in his hands away:

"What do you want?"

The person who spoke pursed their lips:

"I don't want anything."

The old man glared at the person and placed the booklet into his bosom, protecting it as if it were a family heirloom, not letting anyone see it.

The old man muttered to himself:

"Drive faster, drive faster."

…………

Qinzhou, above Yunmeng City.

Flying warships streaked across the high sky, not making a single sound, moving like an iron legion toward Xiaoyang City.

Inside a private suite on the lead warship.

The decor was magnificent, and all the materials used appeared ornate and expensive.

Lu Fusan sat on the sofa, looking through a porthole at the sea of clouds outside and Yunmeng City below.

Opposite Lu Fusan, Xia Chenwang smiled and said:

"I didn't expect you to really want to seize the First-Rank Star General position."

"Hahaha."

A powerful confidence appeared in Lu Fusan's eyes:

"In my view, the Second-Rank General Stars of the Xia Clan are all rotten wood and decaying grass; I alone can suppress them!"

King Xiachen fell silent, just looking at Lu Fusang like this:

"You..."

"I am the number one Fifth-Rank in the world, and in the future, I will be the number one Sixth-Rank, Seventh-Rank, and Eighth-Rank!"

Lu Fusang's eyes widened, the ambition and arrogance in their depths almost bursting forth, followed immediately by a cold sneer:

"Once I slaughter Chen Yan, I will then challenge that head of the Second-Rank General Stars who has never appeared!"

King Xiachen looked at Lu Fusang, though he did not like this person's arrogance.

But even he had to admit that Lu Fusang was not a Fifth-Rank number one who had been puffed up by hype.

Lu Fusang had fought their way to the top.

The other party had carved out a reputation from among twenty thousand Lu Clan prodigies, becoming the sole survivor; this was a battle record that could not be denied.

"King Xiachen, please lend me a hand!" Lu Fusang spoke again:

"I know you are resentful about being sent to Tie Province, but if you can help me attain the First-Rank General title, I will let you return to Jin Province."

King Xiachen's expression changed slightly, then he stood up and laughed heartily:

"I still have matters to attend to; I will come find you later."

Afterwards, the room door shut tight.

Inside the private box, only Lu Fusang remained.

It was also at this moment.

A ripple of unease surfaced in Lu Fusang's heart; with a single finger point, a screen of light appeared before them.

Lu Fusang unleashed their Qi and blood, sealing off the entire private room.

Within the light screen was a towering yet blurry figure, just sitting there, making it impossible to see their appearance clearly.

"Greetings, Master Lu."

Lu Fusang stood up and bowed to the figure inside the light screen.

"Fusang, no need for formalities." A deep, masculine voice rang out.

Lu Fusang's waist bowed even deeper, a trace of sorrow appearing in their eyes:

"It was I who caused the death of younger sister Meng Han."

Master Lu sighed softly:

"Rise."

Lu Fusang spoke in a low voice:

"I had long guessed that Chen Yan might have a powerful protector, but in order to test Chen Yan's strength, I still let Meng Han go to deal with Chen Yan."

Lu Fusang raised their head, their gaze cold, yet speaking sorrowful words:

"I did not let my split soul enter her body to fight Chen Yan, but instead let the split soul appear directly to alert Chen Yan, forcing Chen Yan to unleash their strength to slay Lu Menghan, so as to test Chen Yan's strength."

Inside the light screen, Master Lu's figure remained blurry, as if situated within an endless abyss, merely speaking indifferently:

"Was it tested?"

"Although I did not see Chen Yan's methods clearly, I still tested it out." Lu Fusang spoke, resolute and decisive:

"The speed of Chen Yan's progress in strength is the fastest I have ever seen in my life.

My talent is far inferior to Chen Yan's; this person is very likely the strongest prodigy in ten thousand years!"

Inside the light screen, Master Lu was silent for a while before sighing softly:

"Chen Changyuan, Chen Yan; the fortune of the Chen Clan is truly invincible."

Immediately, Master Lu laughed:

"My Lu Clan is not bad either; we have you, we have..."

Master Lu fell silent.

Whether it was Lu Xunyang of the Lu Clan or Chen Changyuan of the Chen Clan, both were masters of rebellion.

Chen Changyuan was still fine, but Lu Xunyang had long since stood on the opposite side of the Lu Clan, becoming a great enemy of the Lu Clan.

Master Lu said with gratification:

"No need to be too humble; you are not inferior to that Chen Yan. I heard you have also entered the Martial Dao of Will?"

"Yes."

Lu Fusang nodded, but said in a deep voice:

"I have been thinking, this Xia Province top scholar Chen Yan became famous in Xiaoyang, and the Lightning Strike Treasure Land also appeared in Xiaoyang City; there may be a connection between the two.

Moreover, the Xia Clan has no reason to abandon Chen Yan."

Master Lu was lost in thought.

Lu Fusang bowed heavily:

"Regardless of whether this Chen Yan ends up belonging to the Chen Clan or the Xia Clan, they are the greatest future enemy of my Lu Clan.

I implore Master Lu to write a Life-and-Death Post for me, forcing Chen Yan into a fight to the death with me. I, Lu Fusang, will enter the game with my own body to eliminate a life-and-death enemy for the future of the Lu Clan!"

Inside the light screen, Master Lu sighed:

"Since you have already sensed a trace of danger, come back; stop fighting.

Ten thousand Chen Yans are not worth as much to me as you alone."

Lu Fusang lowered their head:

"Please, Master Lu, allow me to enter the game of the world!"

There was no ambition in their eyes, none of their usual arrogance; at this moment, they carried the determination to sacrifice their life.

They had never once underestimated Chen Yan.

Even though he was the number one of the Fifth Rank, and Chen Yan was only Fourth Rank, he had never looked down on him.

Lu Fusang knew that only by truly defeating the opponent would victory arrive; all arrogance before the decisive battle was merely self-deception.

To outsiders, he, Lu Fusang, was boundless in his arrogance, foolish and conceited.

But if he were truly like that, how could he have survived to the end in the Valley of Slaughter, where only one person could live?

The Clan Head Lu sighed lightly:

"I will have someone from the clan deliver the Life-Death Note to you."

Lu Fusang bowed again and spoke in a low voice:

"I ask the Clan Head to issue an order to remove my younger sister's name from next year's Valley of Slaughter list."

The Clan Head frowned:

"You must know that even if my own children were drawn, they would still have to go to the Valley of Slaughter."

"I know." Lu Fusang knelt down with a thud:

"Uncle!"

The Clan Head sighed at length:

"The world thinks you are cold-blooded and heartless, but I see you are not at all; since that is the case, your sister does not need to go next year."

The light screen vanished, and Lu Fusang stood up, watching the clouds roll and unfurl outside the window, and sighed at length:

"It is enough for me to bear all the suffering alone."

A sharp glint appeared in his eyes, and a ferocious grin appeared at the corners of his mouth.

He once again became the Lu Fusang who was arrogant to the extreme in his daily life.

"What on earth am I worried about? I am the number one of the Fifth Rank."

…………

Chen Yan walked out of the cultivation room and exhaled a long breath of stale air.

Within a terminal branch of the Martial Dao pathways, the figure of Lu Fusang was displayed.

The opponent's voice was heard clearly by Chen Yan.

However, Chen Yan did not hear the voices of the Xia Chen King and the Clan Head.

But through the words Lu Fusang spoke, Chen Yan could also tell who he was talking to.

Chen Yan discovered that as long as someone was of exceptionally high strength, even if they appeared within the terminal branches of the pathways, they could not be perceived by him.

For example, Zhang Ting.

Zhang Ting had long since entered the Path of Will, but Chen Yan was completely unable to see what Zhang Ting was doing within the terminal branch of the pathway.

Chen Yan knew this was because his Will Martial Dao was not yet powerful enough, and he himself was not strong enough.

Chen Yan shook his head, no longer thinking about these things, as a cold light appeared in his eyes:

"Because my natural talent is sufficiently powerful, I must be eliminated; what kind of logic is this?

Perhaps someone like me has been born before, but was wiped out by living beings, so the malice of heaven and earth still exists, and humanity has destroyed its own future."

Chen Yan's voice was icy; the Will Martial Dao was not the same as other martial daos.

The birth of the Will Martial Dao was rooted in Chen Yan himself.

If Chen Yan died, the Will Martial Dao would completely disappear.

If Lu Fusang could kill him, that would be the destruction of the future belonging to humanity.

"What I want to destroy is not just the evil of the world, but also the evil of heaven and earth; since you want to destroy me, then come!"

Killing intent surged in Chen Yan's eyes.

Just at this moment, someone came to visit.

It was Jidao Wu.

"Brother Jidao." Chen Yan opened the door and smiled.

"My surname is Wu, just call me Brother Wu," Jidao Wu said:

"My parents died at the hands of the Chen clan; from that day on, I made a vow that if I do not take revenge, I am not worthy of the surname Wu."

Jidao Wu sat on the sofa and glanced at Chen Yan:

"I'm not talking about you; I simply have hostility toward the Chen clan, but your surname is not Chen—no, you..."

Jidao Wu talked himself into a tangle.

If it were before, when he encountered someone from the Chen clan, even without a grudge, he would exert pressure to intimidate them, but this was Chen Yan.

"It's fine. Although my surname is Chen, it is not the Chen of Chen Prefecture, but the Chen of my father and my grandfather."

Chen Yan spoke.

Jidao Wu was stunned, then nodded while pondering:

"Chen Yan, are you still going to fight Lu Fusang?"

"Yes." Chen Yan nodded.

Jidao Wu looked at Chen Yan; he had originally wanted to persuade him otherwise, but Chen Yan's gaze revealed a sense of determination.

This made him feel deeply moved.

"Yin Youming and Li Muyun are also worried that you won't be able to win; they are in a very bad mood..." Jidao Wu shook his head slowly.

Chen Yan nodded:

"I should actually thank them."

Jidao Wu sighed inwardly; he had to admit that Chen Yan's temperament was truly unique.

Whether it was the Xiaoyang City Military Martial Guard, the various geniuses of Xiaoyang City, or the residents of various places, even he himself admired Chen Yan.

He could understand why Li Muyun and Yin Youming would be so distressed knowing Chen Yan was about to face a crisis.

This was almost a kind of leader's charisma.

It was exactly the same as Lu Xunyang back in the day, perhaps even surpassing it.

But Chen Yan's strength was still too weak.

"The Xia Clan is spineless!" Jidao Wu snorted coldly.

He had always felt that the Xia Clan was too spineless, making the Lu Clan feel they had the face to treat the Great Xia as if it were their own home.

They just casually pit top scholar against top scholar, and just as casually pit the number one of the Fifth Rank against a Fourth Rank.

What kind of logic is this, damn it?

If one doesn't accept the challenge, others will think one is afraid.

But he still had to try and persuade Chen Yan.

Anyone with a discerning eye knew that this battle between Chen Yan and Lu Fusang was too absurd.

The number one of the Fifth Rank represents invincibility within the same realm.

Lu Fusang is already invincible at the Fifth Rank; wouldn't dealing with a Fourth Rank Chen Yan be simple?

"That Lu Fusang has also awakened Will Martial Dao, so your Will Martial Dao advantage might not be effective in front of him.

Even your Immortal Body might be at a disadvantage; I don't really know, I'm just guessing blindly," Jidao Wu said in a low voice:

"If you are determined to fight, I can spar with you."

As he was speaking.

Outside the door, someone else arrived.

It was Mu Zigui.

Mu Zigui entered the room, first glanced at Jidao Wu, and then spoke to Chen Yan:

"Chen Yan, Xi Congyun is willing to help you survive this tribulation."

She spoke without concealment, because what Xi Congyun was doing was an open scheme.

Jidao Wu's brows stood up:

"Has Xi Congyun become so kind-hearted?"

Mu Zigui frowned slightly and said:

"Xi Congyun will challenge Lu Fusang to a duel before your life-and-death battle with him, and severely injure the opponent."

Chen Yan's expression was calm, and he had not yet spoken.

To the side, Jidao Wu spoke up:

"Xi Congyun is only second on the Fifth Rank leaderboard; how does he have the confidence to fight the number one of the Fifth Rank?"

Mu Zigui lifted her chin, revealing her slender, fair neck, and smiled:

"Xi Congyun is already capable of crafting Grade C Bright Moon-tier formations."

Jidao Wu's pupils constricted.

A Grandmaster of Formations.

A person capable of crafting Grade A Bright Moon-tier formations is rare throughout the entire world and is known as a Grandmaster of Formations.

Moreover, Xi Congyun is not only capable of crafting Bright Moon-tier formations, but even Grade C ones.

He has hidden it so deeply.

Jidao Wu did not speak.

If Xi Congyun could really severely injure Lu Fusang in advance, this could be considered a good thing for Chen Yan.

Chen Yan's expression was calm as he looked at Mu Zigui:

"There must be a request."

"Naturally," Mu Zigui smiled:

"Xi Congyun is about to go to Yun Province to serve as the Deputy Minister of the Military Guard, and he intends to take you with him."