Chapter 2: This Great Qin's Martial Virtue is Excessively Abundant

"Huff, huff, huff..."

Xiao Yu withdrew her dagger, ignoring the sticky, black, bloody foam on the sandy ground, looking up at the sky with exhausted eyes, her limbs spread out as she lay straight, gasping for air.

She was very fortunate in her heart; although she still didn't understand the principle, the golden finger "Great Father Destroyer" was truly powerful.

Since transmigrating to this world, "Great Father Destroyer" had never let her down—she had never encountered a "foster father" who couldn't be "worshipped to death" by her.

Hmm, don't look at her age; she was only eleven this year, but she had started worshipping foster fathers at three, and by this year, she had already worshipped thirty-seven, making her a veteran "filial child."

Adding the cavalry squad leader just now, thirty-eight, nearly forty foster fathers, and now they were all dead.

Some harbored evil intentions and were stabbed to death by her, like Ge Qing before; others died in accidents, or were killed by others—not by her.

The foster fathers not killed by her didn't seem to have hard enough lives; not long after being worshipped by her, they would meet with accidents and die.

While fortunate, Xiao Yu also felt a deep sense of crisis: "Great Father Destroyer" was powerful, but her own strength had hit a bottleneck.

The so-called "bottleneck of self-strength," simply put, was that "Great Father Destroyer" could find the vital point of a "foster father," but she was too weak to execute it.

For example, the battle with the "protective qi expert" Ge Qing today.

If he had been slightly stronger, or his protective qi more solid and complete, she would likely have failed, and even using the breathing method to squeeze her physical potential to explode would have been useless.

Even if "Great Father Destroyer" helped find the flaw in the "protective qi shield," her own strength and speed were not enough to slash through the shield before Ge Qing counterattacked.

This was the second time she had encountered a bottleneck, coming into contact with the "miracle power" of the Primordial World.

The first time she encountered a bottleneck in self-strength was eight years ago, when she witnessed the crushing power of physical prowess.

Eight years ago, she was three, and for the first time, she worshipped a foster father, worshipping her late father's friend, Uncle Shazong, as her foster father.

Uncle Shazong was the nineteenth warrior of the Sand Barbarian tribe—the Sand Barbarians didn't have much entertainment, often holding wrestling competitions, and those who ranked at the top were "warriors."

A three-year-old child, neither born with divine strength nor knowing martial arts, how could she kill a barbarian warrior capable of "tearing tigers and leopards apart"?

Of course, Uncle Shazong raised her and helped her survive in the hilly tribes of the Liushahe wilderness; she had no reason to be a "great filial daughter."

It was just that "Great Father Destroyer" didn't care whether she was sincere or malicious; as long as she called him father and he dared to answer, it would instantly activate, beginning to deduce the "Father-Destroying Method" that she could execute in reality.

To break through the first "physical prowess" bottleneck, she relied on "Great Father Destroyer," which deduced a crazy "Extreme (Chicken Blood) Breathing Method" to squeeze physical potential.

That was the "explosion" just now.

During the explosion, her strength and speed almost reached the limit her physical body could bear.

After the explosion ended, like she was now, she was very weak and needed to rest for several days.

"The Extreme Breathing Method is enough to deal with barbarian warriors who don't understand martial arts, but now 'civilized people' who understand martial arts have come, and in the future, I will definitely encounter immortals, like Wukong, Guanyin, the Buddha..."

Xiao Yu lay on the ground, her consciousness sinking into the "Purple Mansion" in her brain again.

To break through the first "physical bottleneck," she relied on the Purple Mansion.

She was struck by a mysterious purple beam of light and inexplicably came to the Primordial World.

Afterward, the purple light remained in the depths of her soul, forming a purple space.

Xiao Yu really didn't know what it was, so she called it the "Purple Mansion."

The Purple Mansion was the body of "Great Father Destroyer," which could deduce the "Father-Destroying Method" on its own like a supercomputer.

It was very strange; it only targeted "foster fathers" ("foster mothers" remained to be verified; currently, the "sample size was small," and she hadn't tried it).

For a time, Xiao Yu even suspected she had been possessed by the "undead spirit of Lu Bu."

But after verifying with more than thirty foster fathers, she was certain the "Purple Mansion" didn't have a shred of self-will.

Even the operation of the Purple Mansion required the continuous consumption of her brainpower and energy.

It was very clear that the computing power of the Purple Mansion was a part of her brainpower.

Xiao Yu suspected that the purple beam of light had transformed a part of her soul into the "Purple Mansion" capable of deducing the Father-Destroying Method.

After worshipping her foster father at three, she was weak for two months. Because she continuously consumed physical and brainpower to let the Purple Mansion operate, deducing the method to enhance her physical prowess to complete the sneak attack and kill Uncle Shazong.

She didn't really want to kill her "long-term meal ticket" and "newbie-period bodyguard."

She just wanted to master the power to kill the "nineteenth warrior of the tribe."

Meal tickets and bodyguards were not as reliable as having power in her own hands!

So how could she enhance her physical strength?

Knowing she lived by the Liushahe, Xiao Yu understood that immortal cultivation techniques or divine medicine and golden elixirs were the best ways to improve physical quality.

Alas, the Western Sand Barbarian tribes were truly desolate, not even having basic breathing techniques; Xiao Yu was so capable of tossing and turning, tossing for ten years, digging out the tribe's potential, and only achieved a set of "poison arts"—the skill of concocting various poisons and hidden weapons to harm people.

The so-called "nineteenth warrior of the tribe" and "first warrior" basically relied on innate divine strength and luck to eat.

Helpless, the three-year-old Xiao Yu could only try to create her own "internal energy": using the rhythm of lung breathing to enhance strength.

If she had relied only on herself, she would never have achieved anything in her life.

Fortunately, she had a golden finger!

The Purple Mansion was like a super Daoist computer, operating continuously until the physical conditions for "killing foster father Uncle Shazong" were met.

Xiao Yu sent her "breathing experiment data" into the Purple Mansion, and it would immediately give positive feedback.

Finally, after she kept testing, the purple space directionally deduced a "Chicken Blood Breathing Method" that had decent effects but also quite serious side effects.

With the help of the Purple Mansion, Xiao Yu could instantly adjust her breathing to stimulate her body to explode with strength and speed that didn't exceed her physical limits.

"To break through the second bottleneck of self-strength, I must learn a martial art; as for exploring on my own... I've already tossed for nearly ten years, and apart from making the Chicken Blood Breathing Method more explosive, I've achieved almost nothing.

Sigh, I don't know martial arts, but the enemies do!"

Xiao Yu's heart stirred; she gasped a few times and struggled to climb up, enduring the pain of her dislocated wrist, and searched the cavalry leader's body carefully.

The transmigrator's innate talent skill "Corpse Searching Technique," activate!

"Damn it, as a martial artist, why don't you carry secret manuals of divine arts on you to study at all times?! Being so careless and not diligent, no wonder you were beaten to death by a ten-year-old child at your age, pfft!"

Weapons like sabers and horn bows didn't count; Xiao Yu only found a leopard-head copper plate, a mandarin duck playing in water pouch, and a few pieces of broken silver.

She didn't open the treasure chest she desperately craved—a martial arts secret manual.

She spat, putting the things she had found back exactly as they were.

Silver was useless.

Let alone silver, in ten years, she had collected seven or eight pieces of dog-head gold weighing half a catty each.

But the sand dunes were too desolate; even with money, it was hard to spend.

The mandarin duck playing in water pouch was kept close to the cavalry leader's skin.

She had originally held high hopes, but after opening it, she only saw two strands of hair twisted together.

The leopard-head copper plate had seal script characters engraved on both sides; at a glance, Xiao Yu recognized the large character on the front as "Shu."

Although it was seal script, it was almost no different from the modern "Shu."

The small characters on the back were suspected to be the other party's name; she could recognize the character "Qing," but she wasn't too sure about the other one.

"This thing should be an 'ID card'; the previous iron-clad cavalrymen also hung plates on their waists. However, this leopard-head copper plate... it likely also has the function of a 'military tally'."

Xiao Yu knew clearly in her heart that "dog tags" were not the exclusive property of American soldiers.

The ancestors of China had created "waist plates" and "tally plates" thousands of years ago, and many ordinary soldiers had them.

"Sigh, the Central Kingdom of this world has excessively abundant martial virtue. This is the Liushahe, not the Yellow River or the Yangtze River; how did they fight all the way here?!"

Xiao Yu looked toward the rolling hills in the northwest.

Even from thirty miles away, she could still see the red and black smoke columns produced by burning.

It was as if death had reached out from the sky, its claws stuck into the ground, shrouding the land of sand dunes in the shadow of death.

That was her hometown for this life, now being trampled and burned by the Shu Kingdom's iron cavalry.

As a transmigrator, she had been wiped out.

"For the sake of a tiny Western Sand tribe that was about to collapse, why go to such great lengths... at least give us a chance to surrender!"

Seeing the place where she had lived for ten years being wantonly trampled and burned by Shu cavalry, Xiao Yu didn't feel very good in her heart.

A year ago, led by the Lu Kingdom further west, they united with the surrounding vassal states and barbarian tribes to form the "Thirty-Six Lords Alliance" to crusade against the Great Shu Kingdom south of the sand dunes.

The "Western Sand Barbarian Tribe" where she was located also received an invitation from the Great Lu Kingdom, becoming one of the thirty-six lords.

She had very little contact with information outside the tribe in this life; she only knew of the Lu Kingdom and Great Shu, both of which seemed to pay tribute to the Central Kingdom, the Qin Dynasty.

Hmm, the Central Plains were now the world of the Qin Dynasty.

The Lu Kingdom and Western Shu had completely deviated from the positions in her impression, both running to the west of the Liushahe.

Moreover, the relationship between the Great Qin Empire and the Western vassal states was very complex; at least there were hidden secrets, otherwise, there wouldn't be thirty-six countries besieging the Great Qin loyalist—Western Shu.

Among the thirty-six allied countries, she only understood the Western Sand Barbarian land where she was located.

The Western Sand Barbarian, just like its name, was a barbarian tribe located on the hills on the west bank of the Liushahe... speaking of barbarian tribes, she felt aggrieved in her heart and wanted to defend herself: clearly looking no different from "Han people," all black hair, black eyes, yellow skin, at most the facial features were more three-dimensional and the skin looked milkier, the gap was not as obvious as the difference between Reba, Nazha, and Han women in her previous life, so why was it "barbarian girl" and "Sand Barbarian" every time they opened their mouths?

In order to participate in the "Lords Alliance" led by the Lu Kingdom, the Western Sand Barbarian temporarily upgraded the tribe to the "Sand Dune Kingdom."

The tribe leader, her thirty-seventh foster father "Sand Head," jumped from the tribe's "headman" to the "Sand Dune King" who sat on equal footing with the kings of the Western countries... at least on the surface, their status was equal; the Lu King and the Sand Dune King had drunk blood-alliance wine!

Seriously speaking, Xiao Yu was now a "Princess of the Western Country"... although the entire Sand Dune Kingdom had less than thirty thousand people.

When the Thirty-Six Country Alliance was formed, she didn't oppose it... although opposing it would have been useless.

She had watched Journey to the West and recognized the Liushahe, knowing that the Central Heavenly Dynasty was in the distant East, and the Liushahe was Sha Wu Jing's hometown; even with Wukong's company, Tang Monk had to walk for several years to reach the east bank of the Liushahe.

To cross the Liushahe, he had to have Guanyin help modify the "skull boat."

So Xiao Yu naturally thought that the chaos of the countries west of the Liushahe had nothing to do with the Central Heavenly Dynasty in the East.

The distance was too far.

After passing the "Two Worlds Mountain," it was no longer the territory of the Heavenly Dynasty, even crossing the Nanzhan Buzhou.

What did the chaos of the countries in Xihe Niuzhou have to do with the Central Kingdom of Nanzhan Buzhou?

Even the Buddha couldn't manage that far.

When the Thirty-Six Countries met, Xiao Yu hadn't considered the reaction of her "true hometown, the Central Kingdom" at all.

As a result, the Thirty-Six Countries only met at the end of last summer, and at the beginning of this spring, the Great Qin iron cavalry crossed tens of thousands of miles, and even exceeded her understanding and cognition, actually crossing the eight-hundred-mile Liushahe!

The subsequent plot was very simple and very brutal.

Like plowing a field and sweeping away a cave, like an autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, Marquis Lieyang of Great Qin beat the Thirty-Six Lords Alliance into a crushing defeat.

Half a month ago, news came from the south (from Sand Barbarian warriors who escaped from the south) that the "Western Lu Kingdom," with a territory of tens of thousands of miles, fifty million citizens, a million armored soldiers, thousands of fierce generals, and immortals guarding the country, had been destroyed by Marquis Lieyang of Great Qin two months ago.

Marquis Lieyang burned the Lu Kingdom's palace, as well as eighteen thousand members of the royal family and related personnel in the palace, and buried fifty thousand Lu Kingdom soldiers in pits outside the city.

Killing until the Lu Kingdom's capital, Jin Yang, was flowing with blood, every family was in mourning, and the whole city was weeping.

As for her thirty-seventh foster father, the "Sand Dune King"...

It is said that after the first wave of Great Qin iron cavalry charges ended, the old foster father, along with five thousand Sand Barbarian warriors, vanished without a trace on the battlefield outside "Tianmen Town," as if they had never appeared.

It wasn't that they fled.

If the Sand Dune King had the ability to take five thousand Sand Barbarians and flee back, he would be the first legend and first war god of the Western vassal states, and the Sand Barbarian hometown wouldn't have suffered today's catastrophe.

Xiao Yu was afraid of death, and the Sand Barbarians didn't have the custom of recruiting female warriors; she planned to wait for the chaos of the Thirty-Six Countries to end, then bid farewell to her "father king," and relying on the relationship of the Thirty-Six Country Alliance, take the dog-head gold to Western Lu or Southern Shu for "study abroad" and advanced training.

Now even "Princess Yu" was being chased by a cavalry squad to the edge of the Liushahe; the miserable scene of the tribe's nest could be imagined.

In order to participate in the Great Lords Alliance, the "Sand Dune King" drained the essence of the entire tribe, five thousand Sand Barbarian warriors!

Compared to the Lu Kingdom's eight hundred thousand-strong army and the hundred-million-strong lion army of the Thirty-Six Countries, they couldn't compare, but the entire newly born "Sand Dune Kingdom" had less than thirty thousand people...

As a result, on that battlefield where the Great Qin iron cavalry charged, the "foundation of the Sand Dune Kingdom" was like a bubble of urine sprinkled on the tide, not even creating a splash.

The two "envoys" who luckily survived and managed to rush back half a month ago to report the funeral were the ones who remained in the Western Lu Kingdom.

This morning, just as the sun poked its head out, Xiao Yu was standing at the door of her own earth kiln, holding a homemade small toothbrush and planning to brush her teeth, when a dense mass of iron-clad cavalry rushed into the "capital" of the Western Sand Barbarian.

She threw away her toothbrush and ran for her life, but was still chased by a cavalry squad.

"There are only women, children, and the sick left in the tribe; they can't resist at all, the Sand Dune is completely finished..."

Xiao Yu sighed, turned around, and stopped thinking about the tribe's affairs, quickening her pace and running toward the Liushahe with its surging waves to the east.

The ten-man cavalry squad she had finished off was definitely not the entirety of the Great Shu cavalry legion.

Cavalry squad leader Ge Qing was even less likely to be the strongest among them.

Xiao Yu had already been stained with the blood of the Great Shu cavalry comrades; if she were caught by them... swallowing the poison needle hidden in the gaps of her teeth would be her best ending.

So she had to immediately stay away from the Sand Barbarian tribal land.

"Sha Wu Jing bless me, don't let me encounter water demons... uh, Sha Wu Jing himself is a man-eating great demon; I hope he hasn't moved into the 'Liushahe River-View Villa' yet."

Xiao Yu didn't take off her clothes, walking step by step directly into the Liushahe.

"Three Pure Ancestors, Jade Emperor, the Buddha, I have built shrines for you and brought livestock to worship every year with the Sand Barbarians; you must bless me not to encounter demons, and not to be discovered by the Shu cavalry... even if I must die, bless my true spirit not to be muddled, and let me be reincarnated into the Central Kingdom in my next life."

Speaking of this, she suddenly stopped, a look of contemplation appearing on her face.

Finally, she bent down and took out the leopard-skin bag and animal traps at her waist, the dagger at her leg, the miniature flying needle tube hidden in her toe gaps... more than twenty life-taking gadgets, all taken out.

The leopard-skin bag had excellent waterproof properties; in the past, Xiao Yu had taken it swimming without getting the "three thousand things to kill you" inside wet: toxic quicklime, soul-bewitching powder, bone-corroding water, poison-piercing nails, shadowless throat-cutting rope, one-moment-to-death monkey wine...

"Plop, plop..."

Xiao Yu felt reluctant in her heart, a look of obvious heartache on her face, but her hand movements were clean and neat, throwing all the old partners who had accompanied her to "roam the sand dunes" for many years into the depths of the Liushahe in the distance.

She had killed a Great Shu cavalry squad.

She was the murderer, and the things in her hands were all murder weapons.

A murderer and murder weapons together are called "conclusive evidence of a crime," and the Shu cavalry would definitely eat her alive.

Now throwing away the murder weapons, even if the Buddha and the Three Pure Ones didn't bless her, if the one-in-ten-thousand misfortune happened—she was caught by the cavalry—she would just be a weak little girl without any weapons, and there was a certain probability she could pretend to be pitiful and innocent to survive.

She didn't stop praying to the gods and Buddhas with her mouth, but in her heart, she believed more in herself.

Throwing away the criminal evidence, Xiao Yu didn't hesitate anymore, using her hands to paddle the weak water in front of her, walking step by step firmly into the deeper parts, until the river water completely submerged her head.

This was the plan she used to avoid subsequent pursuers.

The Liushahe was undoubtedly one of the few desperate places in the mortal world, and the weak water was even more so, with goose feathers unable to float and reed catkins sinking to the bottom.

But in the end, the biggest threat of weak water was just that its density was zero, and one would sink upon falling into the water.

The Liushahe was not a bottomless abyss, sinking infinitely downward.

Like other great rivers, the Liushahe gradually deepened from the shore to the center of the river.

The shallow water beach on the shore, even if it was weak water, still couldn't drown people.

Xiao Yu wasn't crossing the river now.

She was using the weak water to cover her figure, wash away traces, and avoid the pursuit of the strong with unknown supernatural powers among the Shu cavalry.

As long as she was careful and didn't slip into the center of the river; as long as her luck wasn't too bad, letting the demons in the river smell the "scent of living human flesh" in the water, she wouldn't be in danger.

At least for her, who had grown up by the Liushahe and studied weak water for more than ten years, there would be no threat to her life.

Ordinary people couldn't withstand the soaking of weak water, and even the iron-clad knights of the Shu Kingdom wouldn't dare to easily touch weak water; she could soak for a day and a night without any problems. ===== CHAPTER 3 =====