Chapter 272: Descendant of an Old Friend

"His Highness, Lord Ji has arrived, and he has brought someone with him."

At this moment, a man wearing a well-fitted uniform walked over with a smile on his face.

Huang Hun pulled his horse to a stop, a sense of warmth rising in his heart.

Ji Hongyang, along with others like him, had always taken good care of him.

For the sake of his safety, these former ministers who remained loyal to him had gathered many Extraordinary Persons to protect him.

Special forces soldiers skilled in firearms and ammunition, former assassins adept at Camouflage and tracking...

Talents in various fields had been assembled into a six-man squad.

Each member of this squad could be considered a talent in their own right.

These people could be considered remarkable talents.

But Huang Hun understood that if Grand Marshal Zhang truly wanted to kill him, these people would not be able to stop him.

However, it was, after all, the good intentions of those people, so Huang Hun naturally would not refuse.

"Uncle Ji has brought someone over again?" Huang Hun asked with a joyful expression, handing his horse to the person beside him.

"Yes, he brought a young man."

"What is his background, and is there anything special about him?" Huang Hun asked.

"He was fished out of the sea by Lord Ji," the middle-aged man in uniform whispered in Huang Hun's ear.

"Is he a Blood Clan member, just like the Blood Guard?" Huang Hun formed a judgment in his heart.

The only true Extraordinary Persons were the Blood Clan.

The others were merely elites in various fields.

And among his six-man bodyguard squad, there was indeed one Blood Clan member.

The other five were all very wary of that Blood Clan member.

"He is likely a Blood Clan member," the uniformed man said. "Congratulations, Your Highness, on gaining another great general."

Huang Hun, however, was not happy.

A mere Blood Clan member was not something to be happy about.

After all, the Blood Guard controlled by Zhang Yuanmou numbered in the thousands and included all sorts of Extraordinary Persons.

With only two Blood Clan members, how could he fight against Zhang Yuanmou?

If not for the concern for public sentiment and his reputation, it would be as simple as crushing an ant for Zhang Yuanmou to kill him.

At this time, the uniformed man spoke: "However, that young man seems to have mentioned that he is a martial artist."

"A martial artist?" Huang Hun's eyes lit up. "Could he really be a martial artist?"

But immediately after, he shook his head.

As a member of the imperial family, he knew far more than ordinary people.

He knew that during the Holy Dynasty and before, martial artists did indeed exist.

According to the revised genealogy records, many martial artists had emerged among his ancestors.

Among them, the strongest was a Refining Strength Martial Artist who served in the Holy Dynasty as a high-ranking official with significant power.

When the Holy Dynasty collapsed, his ancestor, who served in the military, seized many opportunities and eventually turned the Huang Family into a noble clan.

When the Qi Kingdom fell into chaos, the Huang Family donned the imperial robes, transforming from a noble clan into the imperial family.

If not for his martial artist ancestors, perhaps the Huang Family would be nothing more than an Ordinary household now.

It was precisely because of this that he knew martial artists were real.

But he also understood that after the Holy Dynasty, the world changed drastically, and martial artists gradually disappeared.

In this world, it was already very difficult to produce new martial artists.

"Let's go and take a look," Huang Hun said.

Martial artists were already history.

Even if they truly existed, the times had changed.

Even the Blood Clan lived in dependence on Zhang Yuanmou.

Not long after, Huang Hun met Ji Hongyang and also saw Lin Chao.

"Greetings, Your Highness," Ji Hongyang said with a respectful expression.

Lin Chao stood to the side, motionless.

Huang Hun exchanged a few pleasantries with Ji Hongyang.

Finally, he cast his gaze upon Lin Chao.

"Mr. Xu Ling, from now on, treat this place as your home.

If you need anything, just go find Yang Feng," Huang Hun said casually, without any airs.

His gaze swept over the sword held in Lin Chao's hand, a look of curiosity appearing on his face.

"This sword in Mr. Xu Ling's hand has seen some years," Huang Hun said, and for some reason, he felt that the sword was somewhat familiar.

It seemed he had seen it before.

But he had forgotten where he had seen it.

"A gift from an old friend," Lin Chao sighed.

The scenes from several hundred years ago were still vivid in his mind.

This sword, named Huang Dao, was the very sword Lao Huangtou was most proud of.

Back then, Lin Chao had held the sword to endure the backlash of Qi and blood.

Over the hundreds of years, this sword had also undergone special changes.

The blade within the scabbard was as scarlet as blood.

Of course, his appearance had not changed.

"I hear that Mr. Xu Ling is a martial artist?" Huang Hun asked curiously.

"You could say that," Lin Chao replied.

I fear he is the only martial artist in this world.

Over these past few days, Lin Chao had walked through many places.

The people he saw did not contain the Qi-Blood of the past within their bodies.

The people of this world were actually somewhat similar to the Ordinary people of Jiuzhou.

Even those famous Martial Arts masters in the martial arts halls were merely a bit stronger and possessed greater technique; they could not even compare to the martial artists of the Wu Kingdom.

"My ancestor was also a martial artist.

It is a pity that since the Holy Dynasty, martial artists have not appeared.

I have always yearned for martial artists.

If there is time, I would like to ask Mr. Xu Ling to teach me a move or two," Huang Hun sighed casually.

Of course, these were just polite words.

In his view, Xu Ling was a Blood Clan member, not a martial artist at all.

Outsiders could not learn the abilities of the Blood Clan.

"Mm," Lin Chao responded.

Beside them, Ji Hongyang spoke: "I entrust His Highness's safety to you, sir!"

Lin Chao nodded: "Within three years, I will ensure His Highness rests easy; after three years, I will leave."

Protecting Huang Hun was merely a small matter.

What Lin Chao was thinking about was integrating into this world and continuing to walk his path of Qi-Blood Martial Dao.

Relying on Huang Hun's status could avoid quite a bit of trouble.

If someone were to harm Huang Hun, then he would resolve it with a wave of his hand.

He might even directly wipe out all the enemies.

In that case, would Huang Hun not need protection?

Of course, Lin Chao was only thinking about it.

Three years is three years.

Accidents always happen.

There is not just one enemy.

Moreover, vaguely, he could feel that this Huang Hun seemed to be the descendant of an old acquaintance.

With his current strength and discernment, he was already able to see through many things.

Then, he would just stay here.

"I'll trouble you," Huang Hun smiled.

It was unknown whether he had taken Lin Chao's promise to heart.

Perhaps he had heard it, but did not care.

After all, a Blood Clan member could not keep him completely safe.

"Yang Feng, get the gentleman settled," Huang Hun ordered.

"As you command," the man in uniform spoke.

The manor was large, and under the guidance of the man in uniform, Lin Chao arrived at a small building.

Yang Feng had a respectful expression on his face: "Mr. Xu Ling, this building is His Highness's residence.

His Highness lives on the third floor; currently, there are still many empty guest rooms on the first, fourth, and fifth floors. Which floor would you like to stay on?"

The current security team, including Lin Chao, consisted of seven people.

Including Lin Chao, these people all lived in this small building, which counted as providing close protection for Huang Hun's safety.

Just now, when he saw Huang Hun, Lin Chao had discovered two people spying on him from the shadows.

He had not paid them any mind.

"The fifth floor," Lin Chao said.

This small building only had five floors.

Then he would stay at the highest point, which was also the most convenient.

"Good," Yang Feng had a smile on his face.

Lin Chao officially moved into the small building.

At this moment, a man entered the manor; his face was pale, and a trace of blood hung from the corner of his mouth.

He was the only Blood Clan member in the manor, and also one of Huang Hun's security personnel.

(End of chapter)