Chapter 84: Yue Buqun: You? You Dare Call Yourself the Great Ming War God? (Second Update)

Inside the delicacy shop

"I, the Great Ming War God, Zhu Qizhen!"

His clear voice echoed through the delicacy shop; Zhu Qizhen now held his head high and chest out, feeling that the title he had just conceived fit his identity perfectly.

After all, he was someone who had received a celestial opportunity.

With his current strength, who could possibly be his match once he returned?

The title Great Ming War God is well-deserved.

Yet as Zhu Qizhen spoke these words, Yue Buqun on the other side frowned.

Great Ming War God?

I have never heard of it.

I am also of the Great Ming!

For a moment, Yue Buqun fell into deep thought.

On the contrary, Ying Zheng, Zhang Sanfeng, and others, upon hearing the title Great Ming War God, cast an extra glance at Zhu Qizhen.

So young, yet able to obtain such a title; he must possess extraordinary military talent!

At that moment, Ying Zheng immediately felt a bit more favor toward Zhu Qizhen.

It seems that in this vast China, the younger generation produces many heroes!

This youth appears to be no more than in his twenties, yet he has already endured many battles on the battlefield and been crowned with the name War God.

Feeling the gazes cast upon him by Ying Zheng, Zhang Sanfeng, and others, Zhu Qizhen felt very proud.

Look, my momentum is indeed quite useful.

Zhu Qizhen felt proud in his heart, but before he could remain proud for long, he saw Yue Buqun's expression suddenly turn to shock.

"Whoa, Zhu Qizhen, I remember now, it's you!"

Suddenly, Yue Buqun's exclamation made everyone pause in confusion.

When they turned their gaze to Yue Buqun, they saw that his eyes were now filled with fury.

"What Great Ming War God? Aren't you just that 'Son of Heaven Who Called at the Gate'!"

At this moment, Yue Buqun stared fixedly at Zhu Qizhen, with flashes of anger occasionally passing through his eyes.

Though also of the Great Ming Dynasty, and although a man of the Jianghu, Yue Buqun still understood matters of nation and world.

How could Yue Buqun not be angry at Zhu Qizhen, the shameful Emperor of the Great Ming Dynasty?

"Someone like you dares to call himself the Great Ming War God here? It is simply shameful!"

Thinking that because of Zhu Qizhen, the Great Ming's elite forces were utterly annihilated, and border regions were constantly invaded by foreign tribes.

A ball of raging fury now burned fiercely in Yue Buqun's chest.

If I hadn't seen him before, it would have been fine to ignore it.

But now that I see him, and hear him so shamelessly, so brazenly calling himself the Great Ming War God.

Yue Buqun felt he could no longer endure it.

"Ahem, Brother Yue, control your emotions!"

Zhang Sanfeng and Song Yuanqiao, standing nearby, seeing Yue Buqun suddenly erupt in rage, stepped forward to offer a word of comfort.

The Immortals are here; please maintain your image.

Yet when Zhang Sanfeng glanced peripherally at Su Mu, he saw the latter now wearing an expression of eager spectatorship.

Without warning, Zhang Sanfeng and Song Yuanqiao were stunned.

However, the moment the two were stunned, Yue Buqun unleashed his full firepower.

"Since the founding of our Great Ming, there has never been a defeat where fifty thousand elite troops were slaughtered by thirty thousand Wala, with over half killed or wounded!"

"All the meritorious generals of the Great Ming died in battle, yet you, this Son of Heaven of the Great Ming, were led by the Wala like a dog, and even went to the gate to call for surrender!"

"Someone like you, how dare you call yourself the Great Ming War God!"

Yue Buqun's relentless barrage left the delicacy shop in absolute silence.

Everyone's gaze turned to Zhu Qizhen, expressing disbelief.

Among them, Ying Zheng's face was particularly grim.

Damn, I, Qin Shi Huang, Ying Zheng, must take back my earlier words.

This time, I, Ying Zheng, was careless.

I never imagined there could be such a shameless person in the world.

Fifty thousand elite troops fighting thirty thousand cavalry.

Even if they were all infantry, one man with one blade could have hacked the enemy to death!

Was such a battle even worth fighting?

Even if a pig were tied up to command, as long as the army advanced, it could simply push them flat.

And yet he was captured alive.

Ying Zheng felt Zhu Qizhen was probably even worse than a pig.

At this moment, Zhu Qizhen, subjected to Yue Buqun's barrage, turned completely red in the face.

Although Yue Buqun spoke with apparent logic, Zhu Qizhen did not believe him.

He commanded fifty thousand elite troops; how could he possibly have been defeated?

"Slander! This is outright slander!"

Shouting these words, Zhu Qizhen pointed directly at Yue Buqun.

He never suffered a great defeat, nor did he ever become the 'Son of Heaven Who Called at the Gate.'

"Heh, slander? Let me ask you, did you not personally lead the imperial army into battle?"

"Did you not favor and trust the eunuch Wang Zhen, listening to his words?"

"Are you about to approach Tumu Fortress?"

The moment the first words were spoken, Yue Buqun noticed Zhu Qizhen's body tremble slightly.

At this point, Yue Buqun could already be certain.

The Zhu Qizhen before him had most likely already set out on a personal campaign.

And he was not far from Tumu Fortress.

"N-no, how do you know all this?"

At that moment, Zhu Qizhen could not help but panic; he had not expected that everything about him had been spoken correctly by Yue Buqun.

Could it be that everything Yue Buqun had just said was about to happen?

That was impossible!

He had merely had the army change its route—how could that lead to all five hundred thousand troops being slaughtered?

"Heh, how do I know? Once you go back, I fear you'll soon be meeting the Oirat Esen!"

With a cold snort, Yue Buqun could no longer be bothered to say more.

Looking at Zhu Qizhen's sorry state of useless mud that cannot be propped up on a wall, Yue Buqun truly felt sorrow for the common folk of Great Ming under his rule.

To be stuck with such an Emperor—truly pathetic!

Because of Zhu Qizhen's stunt, Yue Buqun's anticipation for that black rice wine had also been offset by more than half.

As the matter drew to a close, Tang San, Stark, and the others, who had been watching the show the whole time, all fell silent one after another.

The gazes of Abbot Xuan Ci and the others swept over Zhu Qizhen, then over to Su Mu.

After some hesitation, Abbot Xuan Ci still felt it best to forge a good bond.

"Amitabha, Patron, there is still black rice wine here!"

Xuan Ci pressed his palms together and uttered a phrase.

Regarding a big spendthrift like Zhu Qizhen, Abbot Xuan Ci felt that if they could get on good terms, then they should.

Although Yue Buqun had described him in the most unsightly terms.

But who could blame him—he was the Emperor, and he had money.

Therefore, Abbot Xuan Ci could not help but offer a reminder.

This was a place of immortals.

The current Zhu Qizhen was no longer the man he once was.

Not to mention one man holding off ten thousand, but being a match for a thousand was still no problem.

With such strength, plus the black rice wine, should there be any further improvement—

Once he returned and turned the tide of battle, wouldn't that be a matter of moments?

The lost and dazed Zhu Qizhen, hearing such words, immediately brightened before his eyes.

That's right—he was different now.

And there was still that mysterious black rice wine he had not yet drunk.

Perhaps after drinking it, he could gain considerable power.

Thinking of this, Zhu Qizhen could not help but rally his spirits once more.

Only Su Mu, at this moment, glanced at Abbot Xuan Ci and could not help but click his tongue inwardly.

Good lord, this Shaolin bald donkey truly harbors no good intentions.

The man is about to become a captive.

And yet you still urge him to enjoy himself now.

Tsk tsk, truly worthy of a Shaolin bald donkey!