Chapter 628: Which Noble Scion Is So Lavish?

"If the Left Elder isn't formidable, do you think I'd call him 'Left Elder'?"

Zhu Xing's expression was calm, showing no worry at all. Even though his ugly face was known, who he was had never been hidden for years; even a three‑year‑old could tell clearly. He not only didn't feel ashamed, but took pride in it, and said:

"I'd actually like to see which sky‑ignorant, freshly‑out‑of‑the‑hut scion of a noble family, upon hearing some rumors, thinks himself a chivalrous sword‑man and dares to trouble me!"

Watching Zuo He show no restraint, crushing cavalry one after another like a storm, and leaving a series of severe wounds on the Imperial Attendant, it seemed that before long the Imperial Attendant would be left in the cavalry's wake.

Even if those Imperial Attendants and cavalry were smarter than he imagined, not like beings summoned by a Confucian text, but truly like a battle‑hardened army descended from the battlefield.

From the first clash with Zuo He, where he fell cavalry one after another, under the leadership of this Imperial Attendant a commonly used battlefield formation was formed to attack Zuo He.

Unfortunately.

Yet Zuo He was still a step ahead; even though the Imperial Attendant's cavalry formation was exceptionally perfect, it not only failed to harm Zuo He but kept losing cavalry to him. Compared with before, now each of Zuo He's assaults kills at most one or two cavalry before the formation forces him to retreat.

Obviously.

This leading Imperial Attendant no longer pursued a quick victory, but prepared to use a war‑of‑fatigue, draining Zuo He's stamina and mana, regardless of the cost in cavalry.

Such a cruel tactic is hard even for an army; only a battle‑tested legion could pull it off.

"A tiny Zhu Clan—how can it repeatedly produce so many formidable figures, and even assign a prodigal son like Zhu Xing as a guard?"

Wang Ping'an watched Zuo He unleash slaughter among the Imperial Attendants and cavalry, and it seemed it wouldn't be long before they all met death at Zuo He's hand. No trace of pity crossed his face; instead he wore a look of astonishment and doubt, thinking to himself:

"Is this young master Zhu Xing somehow extraordinary, or is the Zhu Clan deeper than I imagined?"

The Imperial Attendants and cavalry were summoned by his Confucian text General's Ode; even if Zuo He slays them all, as long as he retains his righteous spirit, he can summon as many Imperial Attendants and cavalry as he wishes.

What he cared about was.

Zuo He's displayed skill!

It surpasses even Kong Yuan Si, who just fought his master to the death, and from Zuo He's current effortless demeanor it's clear he still has many hidden cards, perhaps only half of his ability is being shown now.

Not long ago.

He learned from the ancient craftsman that the Zhu Clan has an Imperial Attendant at the Golden Core Stage. Compared with his master's regard, he paid it no mind; with his own abilities, even a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator might not be able to handle it, but a mere Golden Core Stage Imperial Attendant, he was confident, could be dealt with easily.

I never thought…

Wang Ping'an took another deep look; not long after, aside from the Imperial Attendant, the remaining cavalry, even when formed into a formation, all perished at Zuo He's hand.

Even the wounds on the Imperial Attendant's body showed he couldn't hold out long. He looked up; in the sky, Zhang Fu was battling a long dragon formed by countless swords, and he subconsciously glanced at Zhu Xing in the carriage.

However.

He didn't know why, but his eyes couldn't help drifting toward the three sexy beauties beside Zhu Xing—not out of lust, but because he wondered whether those three beauties also possessed something unusual.

If so, he could hardly imagine Zhu Xing being merely a petty prodigal son.

Not even the scions of a county's prominent families, let alone the top families of a prefectural city, usually have such depth to afford at least three Golden Core Stage—or comparable—cultivators as personal guards.

"Boom!"

With a deafening blast, Wang Ping'an was jolted awake from his myriad speculations; the last Imperial Attendant finally fell to Zuo He's hand. Unfazed, Zuo He watched the Imperial Attendant's corpse and warhorse turn into a wisp of blue smoke that vanished, then briskly walked toward his position.

Clearly, when he used the Confucian text General's Ode to summon the Imperial Attendant and cavalry, he had exposed his hiding place.

"Hmph, you're indeed a formidable Sword Cultivator, but I still want to see whose blade is sharper!"

Wang Ping'an let out a low snort, prepared to emerge from his hiding place, draw a Sword Apparatus, and charge at Zuo He, hoping to discern Zuo He's details and see whether his own abilities could match—or even slay—a Golden Core Stage Sword Cultivator.

Suddenly.

A flash of insight flickered in his mind, then vanished!

Wang Ping'an halted his motion, muttering an incantation, and once again drew the gathering of heavenly‑and‑earthly spiritual energy.

"Left Elder, Left Elder, you must capture that damned beast for me!"

Zhu Xing watched Zuo He eliminate the Imperial Attendant and his cavalry, nodded in satisfaction, and observed Zuo He stride toward Wang Ping'an's hiding spot. Just as he was about to see who the audacious scion was, he never expected Wang Ping'an's hiding place to be enveloped once more by heavenly‑and‑earthly spiritual energy.

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Of course.

What he cared about most, the previously empty spot, once again saw an Imperial Attendant and his cavalry appear.

He could never have imagined that the scion daring to ambush him possessed a Confucian master's article for his use.

Many articles are penned by Confucian masters, but turning an article into a Talisman‑like Confucian technique requires the master's painstaking effort.

If Confucian disciples learned that someone casually tore up a master's articles to use as offensive tools—and not just one but two—surely the desire to kill would arise.

Who doesn't know such articles are priceless, and countless Confucian disciples may never obtain even a single one in their lifetimes.

"What a wealthy master!"

A beautiful woman with dazzling eyes finished speaking, and a flash of insight flickered in her mind before vanishing, she mused:

"Young master, you say this person casually tears up one article after another of a Confucian master—might there be another article, or perhaps other master's writings?"

"Otherwise, what do you think, why would I have Left Elder capture him?"

Zhu Xing let out a cold laugh, his face showing an unmistakable greed, and said: "Even if he has no other Confucian master's article, just by daring to ambush me, as long as I capture him, whether from his person or his family behind, I can obtain more valuable things!"

(End of chapter)