Chapter 894

"All this effort for half a day just to go pick someone up." Chen Wuji muttered.

"These two Lao Deng are a bit unreliable, acting like little kids."

Chen Wuji wasn't worried at all that a Grand Master couldn't catch a tiger, let alone a small tiger; an adult tiger, as soon as a Grand Master makes a move, catching it would be a piece of cake.

The main problem is, raising it.

Lu Wanwan suddenly got an idea and felt interested, but this job of raising a tiger will most likely fall on him, isn't that just giving him work to do?

"Family Head, that old man you described as being like a child, with one knife cut down a thousand people; catching a tiger shouldn't be a problem." Chen Wushuang whispered, and her usually calm eyes rare showed a hint of envy.

He also wanted that kind of strength.

Chen Wuji said: "I know that; after all, they are still a Grand Master."

"If a Grand Master can't even handle a tiger, then that Grand Master must have self-promoted, just an empty title; what I'm worried about is how to raise the tiger after catching it."

If it really doesn't work out, we'll just dump it on Afu when we get back to the village.

That old father seems quite conscientious whether he's taking care of the child or the mother tiger.

Hmm...

Let's do it like this!

Perfect!

I just hope the one they catch isn't male.

But if it's a male, it seems not impossible either...

Beat it half to death then toss it to Afu for training; maybe Afu can even gain a decent little follower.

Tigers may not be social, but bringing along a little follower should be fine, right?

As for Lu Daye's knife strike power, if it were a few days ago, he would surely have gasped in shock twice, then been stunned by the world's martial power.

With that night's incident as a backdrop, he now has a rough estimate of a Grand Master's combat power in his mind; Lu Daye's scene of a knife strike felling a thousand people is indeed shocking, but it's no longer worth his overreaction.

His understanding of this world remains conservative.

Chen Wuji now feels embarrassed to say that.

It's been over two years since he transmigrated; he's always known this world's martial arts thrive, with experts everywhere, but he never imagined a Grand Master-level expert could reach such heights.

It's like the difference between a gun and a cannon.

Chen Wuji always thought martial arts experts wielded guns, but when they acted, they unleashed a cannon capable of destroying half a mountain; that gap is enough to reshape Chen Wuji's worldview.

In the end, he suffered from lack of experience, almost taking things for granted.

In this matter, Chen Wuji suddenly saw the difference between the Rivers and Lakes and experts.

The Rivers and Lakes is the Rivers and Lakes, but those who have entered the halls and reached Master, Grand Master, and even higher realms are the legends and myths of the Rivers and Lakes; though they dwell in the Rivers and Lakes, they surpass it.

The Rivers and Lakes has some relation to these people, yet it can also be said to have none.

They also seem to rarely make a move.

"Never mind that, let them go as they please—what do you think of Liu Yan's recent counterattack?" Chen Wuji sat on the cliffside, gazing at the layered peaks stretching into the distance, and suddenly recalled a novel he'd once read, where a fishing rod plays with life and angling decides fate.

Sitting here, it indeed has a certain charm.

I also don't know if there are such reclusive masters in this world.

After witnessing the methods of Kong Jianshi and Lu Daye, Chen Wuji's understanding of this world's martial arts has been reshaped once again, and now he has reached an infinitely high level.

Thinking a bit higher makes it easier to accept, so he won't seem like a country bumpkin who's never seen the world when something beyond reason happens.

Chen Wushuang stood half a step behind Chen Wuji, her upright posture as straight as a long spear; after a moment's thought, she said with some uncertainty, "Family Head, Liu Yan seems to be deliberately sacrificing his subordinates' lives."

"Looks like my intuition wasn't wrong—this bastard really treats me as a Knife!" Chen Wuji gave a soft hum; since Liu Yan started his counterattack, he's felt something odd.

Liu Yan surely already figured out his approximate troop strength, yet this guy still pulled out over a thousand troops to counterattack; he couldn't possibly be unaware of his own actual situation.

Launching a counterattack with a weary force weaker than the enemy's numbers, even if Liu Yan hadn't read a single word of military strategy, it would be absolutely impossible to do such a brainless thing.

So, there's only one answer.

He did it on purpose!

"Family Head, should we pick up the pace?" Chen Wushuang asked.

Chen Wuji waved his hand, "No problem, just keep coming; I really want to see what tricks Liu Yan can still play. He's being so generous in sending us heads—though it annoys me a bit, it's actually a good thing."

"We can settle this score slowly, but we must seize this opportunity. Liu Yan's internal affairs must have had some change; since we can see the problem, others would surely see it too if nothing unexpected happened, so we don't need to rush into anything—maybe someone will even volunteer to help."

"Here!"

Chen Wushuang rarely speaks, basically having no intention to discuss this with Chen Wuji; seeing Chen Wuji already gave a verdict on this matter, she merely acknowledged and fell silent.

A burst of footsteps suddenly sounded from behind.

"Reporting to my lord, Guo Training Officer sent over several surrendered soldiers who passed the lord's test." The Personal Guard said with clasped fists.

Chen Wuji rose from the cliff's edge, stretching his arms against the open wind.

This sight made Chen Wushuang's eyelids twitch wildly, and she instinctively reached out.

This is a towering peak where, standing on the summit, one can overlook all the mountains as small; looking down here, even the trees below appear tiny. At such a height, if one were to fall, the lightest outcome might be a puddle of flesh, and if during the fall one struck a rock or tree, perhaps not even fragments could be pieced together.

"Why is he sending people in here?" Chen Wuji asked, turning his waist.

"I don't know, the people sent by Guo Training Officer didn't mention this."

"Bring them in."

"Here!"

After about the time it takes to finish a cup of tea, the ragged few from Fanyang were brought over.

These few were practically different people compared to a few days ago; only a faint resemblance could be seen on their faces.

Not to mention the clothes, they've completely turned into beggar's rags; their hair seems to have clumped into a single mass, sunk into the scalp, and their bodies are covered in dense wounds—clearly inflicted by leaves and thorns in the woods.

"Just these few of you passed?" Chen Wuji asked.

At that time, the surrendered troops who wanted to gamble numbered over a hundred; now not even a fraction remains, including Fan Yang only seven people.

"Yes!" Fan Yang clasped his fists, lowered his head, and replied.

"Was it Guo Songbai who sent you here?"

"I volunteer myself." Fan Yang's voice was hoarse, yet as it struck the ground it sounded like it could smash several holes. "I wish to achieve merit and establish a career; I know the troops under Liu Yan's command inside and out, and perhaps I could be of some help."