Chapter 483: The Resolve Not to Be a Beast of Burden

"That detestable Liu family brat, he has a whole pile of Storage Bags in his hands, yet he won't share even one or two with me."

Xiao Jingfeng, wearing a golden crown and a brocade robe, cursed at the sky filled with yellow sand; he was in a very bad mood.

The Wei Nan Xiao Clan was one of the top noble families, and as a direct descendant of the Xiao family, he naturally had the confidence to curse Liu Fengji.

This time, he had set out as a member of the Jueguang Sect to fight against the powerful Witch people alongside the Grandmaster Mansion, but he had accidentally become separated during the chaotic battle.

He had been trapped here for a long time, and everywhere was a labyrinth formed by Witch Banners, making it difficult to find a way out.

Fortunately, as a descendant of a noble family, he was not lacking in supplies.

The only thing that made him angry was that the pockets used for storage in noble families were no longer a secret, yet his Wei Nan Xiao Clan did not have any.

As a result, after losing their pack animals in the chaotic battle, they could only rely on people to carry the supplies on their backs.

Of course, Xiao Jingfeng was from a noble family, and as a master, he shouldered important responsibilities; it was impossible for him to stoop to doing manual labor.

Behind him, martial artists one after another carried heavy bags and wooden crates, huffing and puffing as they followed him.

A Force-level martial artist could carry a burden of several hundred catties, and their Qi and blood could even rise to the level of a thousand catties; as for a Martial Master, they could carry ten thousand catties of heavy objects without turning red or losing their breath, lifting them up to the height of ten stories in one go.

Even so, as martial artists, they had their own pride, and under normal circumstances, they were unwilling to be reduced to manual laborers.

Special circumstances excepted...

As a direct descendant of a noble family, as long as Xiao Jingfeng opened his mouth, the martial artists he encountered, almost without exception, were willing to 'help'.

And so, a long line of martial artists followed behind him, carrying a massive amount of supplies for him.

Xiao Jingfeng was still unsatisfied; if he had a Storage Pocket, why would it be so troublesome?

Thinking of this, he could not help but resent Liu Fengji and the Liu family for hoarding treasures and not sharing them with other noble families.

"..."

Xiao Jingfeng came back to his senses and heard voices in his ears.

It turned out that at the end of the line, a strange Martial Master had stopped a martial artist carrying a water vat to ask something.

The strange Martial Master was none other than Zhou You; he had broken through the Witch Banners and intruded into this area, seeing a strange sight.

So many martial artists acting as manual laborers, carrying food, water, and other daily necessities—this was simply too wasteful.

"It's nothing important."

The martial artist carrying the water vat explained, "Young Master Xiao's rewards are generous, and there are many opportunities to perform meritorious service by following him."

The other martial artists also nodded repeatedly, expressing their agreement.

Zhou You clicked his tongue in wonder, saying his eyes had been opened, and after asking a few questions, he turned to leave.

"Stop!"

Xiao Jingfeng suddenly shouted, pointing directly at Zhou You, "You, come over and move things."

"Who? Me?"

The martial artists in front turned their heads one after another, all staring at Zhou You, and Xiao Jingfeng at the end of the line pointed straight at him.

Zhou You laughed in spite of himself; working for others was impossible, it would be impossible to work for others in this life.

He practiced boxing and martial arts precisely because he did not want to work for others; how could he have regressed to this point here? "I see you have hands and feet; move the things yourself, don't bother others."

Zhou You shook his head, "I still have things to do, farewell."

As soon as the words fell, a sharp gust of wind rushed toward his face, which Zhou You knocked to the ground with his staff; half of a sharp blade was embedded in the soil.

The atmosphere became tense.

The martial artists put down the supplies they were carrying; Xiao Jingfeng had made a move, and they could not stay out of it.

Including the martial artist who had just spoken to Zhou You, they also placed their large vats aside and activated the Qi and blood in their shoulders and knees.

"Refusing to move? Who do you think you are? Do beasts of burden have the right to talk back?" Xiao Jingfeng sneered, pointing at the martial artists around him, "Believe it or not, I don't even need to make a move; with just one order, this group of people will risk their lives to take you down."

"Heh!"

Zhou You leveled his wooden staff, the iron tip pointing forward, "Death to those who come."

A wild wind blew, sand filled the sky, blowing the surroundings into a dim yellow, making it impossible to distinguish day from night.

*Puchi, puchi*, muffled sounds continued; Zhou You, one man with one spear, shuttled through, blood staining the yellow soil, cold light flashing incessantly.

Among these martial artists, there were quite a few tough hands; surrounding Zhou You, they each unleashed their ultimate techniques, causing the ground to constantly sink and heave.

However, facing a prodigy-level Zhou You, no matter how many people there were, it was in vain.

It was not that Zhou You looked down on them; it was easy to bend one's waist, but difficult to straighten it; anyone willing to lose face to do manual labor would not have any real ability.

Zhou You faced the siege of the crowd with ease, seizing an opportunity to flick his spear upward; several weapons flew out of their hands, and the webbings between their thumbs and forefingers split open.

With a great windmill spear rotation, the spear tip sliced through throats, easily harvesting a batch of lives.

His ears twitched, and he suddenly lifted his foot and stomped down; a martial artist who had scurried under his feet was struck in the chest, his eyeballs bulging from their sockets and falling out, and he breathed his last on the spot.

*Thud*, the wooden staff struck vertically, hitting one person's skull squarely, and the head split directly into two halves from the middle.

"You have some ability."

Xiao Jingfeng watched his subordinates being killed one after another, never intending to intervene.

To him, joining forces with lowly people to fight an enemy was undoubtedly a tolerable act.

Suddenly, a Martial Master kicked a water vat to pieces, plunged both palms into the water flow, and kneaded it into a ball of azure blue, pushing it toward Zhou You.

A spear thrust pierced the sphere, and frost spread from the spearhead to his gaze, freezing Zhou You's fingertips until they were numb.

"A boxing technique with elemental attributes; it can be considered a rare variety."

The Seven Step Poison Sand Palm practiced by his alias Lu Zhigang, like this boxing technique, was a rare boxing technique with attributes.

Zhou You agitated his Qi and blood to rush against the frost, driving the Iron Spear forward in a thrust that sank into the chest of the Martial Master who had attacked.

Whether it had attributes or not was just like that; what was truly formidable was the person, not the boxing technique.

A moment later, Zhou You pierced through the last person, the corpse falling to the ground; among the corpses everywhere, only Xiao Jingfeng stood.

"You are also heartless; with these people dead, who will move things for you?"

Xiao Jingfeng waved his hand with a smile, "There are plenty of people; just go find more. In the name of my Xiao Clan, a great many martial artists would be willing to serve."

"Since you killed my cattle and horses, you shall fill in for them yourself!"

"I see you are wild and untamable; you must be beaten into submission before you will listen. Prepare to receive my move!"

He took a sword from his horse's back; it was a palm-width wide and two arms long, with a sword spine as thick and heavy as a mountain ridge.

The sword art of the Jueguang Sect is a peerless wonder of Beixuan, famous throughout the world.

The history of sword-type weapons is also very ancient, traceable back to the time of the primordial era.

Ordinary martial artists rarely use sword-type weapons, truly because the lethality of the sword has always been unsatisfactory; apart from being convenient to carry, it has no advantages, as it is not as good as a saber for hacking people, nor as good as a spear for thrusting.

However, from the moment of their birth, sword-type weapons have occupied a very important position in rituals, sacrifices, and other such aspects.

Among the noble clans, sword-type weapons are the most common and prevalent; it is practically common knowledge for nobles to wear swords and jade.

As time passed, the weapon techniques of the noble clans' fist arts became filled with all kinds of sword arts and sword methods, and only after countless heroes and geniuses painstakingly studied them did the Jueguang Sect's sword art finally become illustrious.

"This sword is named 'Light Edge'; a heavy sword with a light edge, specifically for killing stubborn enemies."

Xiao Jingfeng's gaze swept over the Iron Spear in Zhou You's hand, "Within three rounds, I will snap your weapon, sever the tendons in your hands and feet, and make it so you can only crawl on all fours from now on."

(End of this chapter)