Chapter 45: With a Peasant

On the other side.

Peasant Zhang Tie, having received Zhang San’s order,

was digging the ground at a location one hundred li from the territory,

laying foundations for the city wall—naturally, a solid foundation had to be laid first.

With each swing of his hoe, the earth cracked open; his efficiency was extraordinarily high.

His companions continuously hauled materials and constructed farmhouses,

awaiting the Lord’s arrival tomorrow to recruit more peasant companions.

That way, the wall-construction efficiency would increase significantly.

At night, they could also stay here to sleep.

The territory lay over one hundred li away from this spot,

and if they returned to the territory every day to rest, merely traveling back and forth would consume an entire day.

Zhang Tie dug downward until he struck an [Unbreakable] terrain,

then stopped digging deeper and continued excavating forward.

No foundation could surpass an [Unbreakable] terrain in strength.

Building the city wall atop it guaranteed no foundation-related failure!

Zhang Tie dug the earth—his immense strength making him

extraordinarily efficient; before long, he grew steadily farther from his companions building the farmhouses.

Suddenly, he set down his hoe and his eyes sharpened with vigilance.

“Huh? How did a peasant end up here?”

“Damn, this peasant is ridiculously muscular.”

“Could he be a mutated unit?”

“Then we’d better capture him for thorough study.”

Three newly appointed lords traveled together.

They hunted in the wild to gain experience points and level up.

At their sides stood three heroes guarding them,

and behind them marched thirty troops: ten spearmen, ten shield-bearers, and ten archers,

each clad in blue armor,

all elite-tier troops!

Moreover, those three heroes exuded extraordinary presence,

ranking as elite heroes!

Such a formation ranked among the absolute elite—even the elite of the elite—among newly appointed lords.

“Man, come with me—I’ll treat you to fine food and strong wine.”

“Not make you slave away like this.”

A well-dressed young man—pale-eyed, gaunt, clearly overindulgent—

spoke to Zhang Tie, extending the invitation.

Zhang Tie stared at him, eyes cold,

regarding the man’s behavior as grave disrespect toward Lord Zhang San!

It was also an insult to Zhang Tie’s own loyalty!

“Get lost!” he barked.

The gaunt youth froze, stunned.

This peasant, doing such grueling labor, still possessed such high loyalty?

He’d assumed a simple invitation would persuade the man to switch allegiance on the spot.

“Hahaha, Luo Feng, you’re going to kill me laughing.”

“Pfft—shouted at by a peasant unit.”

“Hahaha…”

His two companions—one male, one female—burst into loud laughter.

That instantly made Luo Feng lose face,

and he snorted coldly.

He commanded the spearmen behind him: “Seize him!”

Instantly, three spearmen advanced in formation.

Forming a triangular formation, they surrounded Zhang Tie.

Zhang Tie casually dropped his hoe, his eyes flashing coldly as he clenched his fists tightly.

He did not want to shame his Lord.

Even though he was merely a farmer.

His Lord was a being who stood shoulder-to-shoulder with myth!

“Roar!”

With a furious bellow, Zhang Tie refused to wait passively for death and instead launched a preemptive attack!

A single punch shot out, unleashing a violent gust of wind.

The spearman before him instantly narrowed his pupils and raised his spear to block.

Yet,

that fist—hard as forged iron—shattered the spear shaft like dry twigs!

The punch struck the spearman square in the chest!

The spearman flew backward violently, slamming into a tree,

then collapsing onto the ground,

his blue breastplate deeply dented—clearly beyond saving.

“What the hell?!”

“Holy shit—this… this… this is a *farmer*?!”

“This farmer’s *that* strong?!”

“Damn it, his combat power’s at least ten points!”

Ten points of combat power!

That matched the combat power of a Level-1 Rare Hero!

A single strike capable of effortlessly demolishing a wall!

“The strongest farmer in my territory only has 0.79 combat power.”

The two Lords spoke with dry, strained voices.

Luo Feng was utterly stunned.

“My elite troops!!”

His elite troop—cultivated all the way to Level 10—had just been punched to death by a *farmer*?!

What kind of absurdity was this?

“Kill him! Kill him now!”

“Archers—loose your arrows!”

“Xi Er, you get in there too!”

Enraged and flustered, Luo Feng began directing his troops and his Hero to surround and assault Zhang Tie.

His two companions standing nearby watched, dumbfounded.

At the same time, a trace of amusement flickered in their eyes.

They had brought only two Heroes with them—and had given no orders for those Heroes to join the fight.

They simply watched as their companion besieged and hunted down a single farmer.

“Spurt—”

Zhang Tie spat a large mouthful of blood, his body covered in wounds.

Gritting his teeth, he yanked the arrow piercing his shoulder free and glared coldly at his foes.

“My Lord will not let you go unpunished!”

“Hmph.” Luo Feng’s gaze turned icy—chillingly so.

His entire domain possessed only fifty troops, yet this farmer had already cost him six…

How could he possibly save face before his peers now?

“This region answers to the Moon Star Alliance,” Luo Feng said coldly, staring at Zhang Tie.

He added icily: “Your Lord? I’ll make him kneel before me to die!”

Just then,

a cold, indifferent voice rang out.

“You want me to kneel before you to die?”

Meanwhile,

the territory “Never-Falling.”

The Lord’s Terminal chimed with a notification.

Iloti’s expression shifted slightly.

So far, the territory’s development had never seen any casualties.

“I’ll step out for a moment.”

Su Yu pushed open the door—Sylph was already standing at the threshold.

“Lord Su Yu.”

“Lord…”

Sylph and Iloti wore looks of concern.

“I’ll go alone—that’s enough.”

Su Yu raised the [Cloud-Heaven Demon Flame Bow] in his hand,

“Besides, I’m only going to assess the situation.”

“Both of you are to guard the territory—and you are my trump cards.”

“And as trump cards, they must not be revealed lightly.”

As Su Yu spoke, light gathered beneath his feet.

Sylph and Iloti looked worried, yet said nothing more.

“Don’t worry—I can resurrect if I die.”

Su Yu smiled faintly,

so long as the Lord’s Crystal remained intact, he was immortal.

Even if he died, his corpse would be reclaimed by the Lord’s Crystal and reborn.

As an official Lord, he’d lose at most a level or some experience points—

no big deal.

“Bang!”

The patterned stone slab beneath his feet cracked, and Su Yu leapt upward—then plummeted straight down the mountain!

“Boom—”

He landed, kicking up a cloud of mud and dust.

Su Yu charged northward like a wild beast.

He veered around farmhouses and smashed through towering trees.

Already Level 5, he possessed 500 combat power!

Without exaggeration,

one sweep of his “Holy Light Radiance” technique right now

could flatten an entire street!

Street-blasting combat power—on par with rare Heroes above Level 20!

This was the might of a mythic cultivation art!

Su Yu’s combat prowess matched that of mythic Heroes!

A long trail of smoke streaked rapidly across the territory.

Many farmers gaped in awe, unsure what had just happened.

Some recognized the Lord and felt a flicker of worry stir within them.

Su Yu sped forward at blinding velocity.