Chapter 59: The Support Arrives (Thanks to the main character, Gao Mei, +6)
Zhai Le secretly observed the battle situation.
Draw your bow and shoot down the enemy who was trying to ambush the "thief".
They darted to the "thief's" side and kindly lent a hand, rescuing him from the encirclement. The "thief" was covered in blood, having fought a grueling battle for an unknown amount of time before their arrival.
He persevered entirely through sheer willpower.
The hilt slipped from his hand, and he collapsed to the ground, groaning, "Thank you, young friend..."
"Thanks are fine, just turn over a new leaf from now on."
Because he helped the "thief," Zhai Le became a thorn in the side of his enemies. Seeing wave after wave of enemies closing in, even someone as oblivious as him realized something was wrong. He asked the "thief," "Who are these people? Which family's assassins are they?"
But what he really wanted to know was—what exactly did this "thief" steal that attracted such a chase?
Instead of answering his question, the "thief" gritted his teeth and raised his knife to kill the enemy. Seeing that communication was not going well, Zhai Le could only sigh and accompany him.
He couldn't help but mutter to himself—
Brother Shen, him, and the "thief"—three people, two with martial prowess and one with literary talent—it seems that Brother Shen's assistance would maximize their chances of winning...
"Scattered like stars!"
Just as Zhai Le was shooting arrows and wondering if his older brother would suddenly fall from the sky, the scene suddenly changed!
Countless black and white characters surged like waves, instantly covering the entire village and forming a huge, crisscrossing black and white chessboard.
Zhai Le cried out in ecstasy, "Brother, you've finally come!"
The visitor did not respond.
Before he was seen, his voice was heard. He calmly recited: "Being wise and discerning, I preserve myself; day and night, I tirelessly serve one person!"
[Protect yourself wisely!]
Black and white aura surged and intertwined, forming a cocoon that protected the most seriously injured "thief," making him unmoved despite the enemy's wild blade strikes. Next came Shen Tang, and finally Zhai Le. Because of this detail, it was clear without turning around that the newcomer wasn't his brother.
Flames soared into the sky, weapons clashed, and blood splattered.
The scholar in his Confucian robes looked solemnly at the chaotic battle below, completely unaware of how the fight had started.
However, that's no longer important.
Looking at the corpses lying haphazardly on the ground, Qi Shan knew that things were going to get out of hand. The only way out was to kill all the enemies present—the dead could keep quiet, unlike the unpredictable living! His gaze then turned to Shen Xiaolangjun, who was locked in a fierce battle with the burly man with the goose feather knife. A ripple finally appeared on his usually calm face.
This drunkard is truly insane!
Not only is he a lightweight drinker, but his manners when drunk are also terrible!
Despite his disdain, Qi Shan still had to clean up the mess. A flash of light appeared on the floral monogram at his waist as he spoke softly.
"Indecisive and half-hearted".
As soon as the words were spoken, two streams of literary energy, like viscous flowing water, surged up from beneath Qi Shan's feet, one black and one white.
In the blink of an eye, Wen Qi stretched to the height of a person, and finally transformed into two "people" who looked exactly like Qi Shan.
Three people, three minds; each person is responsible for one side.
Dividing attention into multiple uses is a more advanced form of incantation used by strategists. This incantation, "Praying for Goodness," not only multiplies its power but also doubles the literary energy in a short period. It's clear they're determined to leave no one alive!
The warrior with the goose-feather saber: "..."
He had gone to great lengths, traveling thousands of miles in pursuit, and thought he had finally cornered his target and was ready to close the net. But then, one after another, people jumped out to disrupt his plans. The first to arrive, a sword-wielding youth, was a scholar, but he was too busy fighting to offer any support to his companions. The second youth in black possessed astonishing archery skills, but he was still young and not a significant threat.
The third one—
(╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻
TM came in with a murderous intent, ready to kill!
With the three of them working together, plus a seriously injured fifth-grade doctor... no matter how you look at it, it's impossible to leave the target behind.
He gritted his teeth, glaring resentfully at the "thief" being protected behind Zhai Le, the blood stuck in his chest almost suffocating him.
What's the difference between this and planting seeds, fertilizing and tending to the fields, only to have bandits jump out and steal all the rice during the harvest season?
Lao Tzu sows the seeds, and Lao Tzu fertilizes them himself.
As a result, picking the fruit has nothing to do with me!
Torn between inner turmoil and his own will, he ultimately made the extremely reluctant decision to retreat—a gentleman's revenge is never too late! He'd settle accounts with these people later! Qi Shan immediately noticed his intention and used his literary energy to build a wall to block his path.
The warrior with the goose-feather saber didn't even look, and swung his blade to cleave the blade.
Qi Shan sneered. He knew, of course, that these walls, devoid of military support, were incredibly fragile, but delaying the target for a short while would be enough. Sure enough, the drunkard with the sword charged forward in a flash, leaping into the air, his blade aimed directly at his face.
A hook-and-sickle for riding.
A longsword used in foot combat.
It's clear that Shen Tang is at a disadvantage.
But Shen Tang was more agile than a monkey, leaping and bounding with boundless energy, while the Goose Feather Saber Warrior's advantage became a disadvantage. His movements weren't as nimble as Shen Tang's, severely hindering both his offense and defense. Finally, the Goose Feather Saber Warrior was truly enraged.
He made a move that everyone except Shen Tang was familiar with—he activated his martial spirit and summoned the tiger tally hanging at his waist!
The crimson aura, like a roaring beast, surged straight towards the silver platform, its intensity at one point overpowering the surging black and white literary energy.
Upon seeing this situation, Zhai Le immediately thought to himself, "This is bad."
Qi Shan was furious when he saw that Shen Tang hadn't turned back and was even trying to attack. He realized that it was impossible for Shen Tang to be "of one mind" with him, so he decided to forcibly "transfer" him away.
All of this happened in the blink of an eye.
After the crimson aura soared into the sky, it scattered like raindrops, transforming into soldiers, all entirely crimson and clad in red rattan armor, numbering at least three or four hundred. An eighth-rank official, possessing the Martial Tiger Talisman, could command four hundred soldiers. In layman's terms, it meant summoning four hundred henchmen.
And Shen Tang—
He charged right into the middle of four hundred people.
She was surrounded and attacked.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Qi Shan prepared to "transfer" Shen Tang away to relieve the pressure, but the situation changed again.
The black-clad, bow-wielding youth also summoned the tiger tally—
A seventh-rank official can command 350 soldiers.
As the black qi landed and transformed into rows of black-armored soldiers, Zhai Le used the tiger tally to order them to fight against the red-armored soldiers.
A fight between a few dozen people escalated into a massive battle involving thousands!
The pressure on Shen Tang eased instantly, and she shifted her gaze.
A human head is still the most valuable, especially the head of the Goose Feather Blade Warrior.
She stumbled, holding her sword and silently chanting.
"Leaving no trace for a thousand miles."
The sword shadows were dense, intertwining into a net.
He strolled leisurely towards the warriors with goose-feather blades, his afterimages flashing along the way, each red-armored soldier being beheaded with a single sword stroke.
Qi Shan said, "Don't pursue a desperate enemy!"
Shen Tang didn't care: "I'll chase them! I'll chase them all the way to their grandma's house!"
Qi Shan: "..."
"A silver saddle shines on a white horse, swift as..."
Without hesitation, Shen Tang drew upon the literary energy within his dantian and activated his incantation to pursue the enemy. However, after uttering only half a sentence, his dantian, now only half full, was instantly emptied. A powerful sense of powerlessness washed over him, his longsword vanished, his legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.
She sobered up.
(#^.^#)
The chapter already hinted at the fact that Tang Mei chased after the treasure while drunk.
"Thief" is a fifth-rank official, you know what I mean.
P.S.: Tang Mei is a lightweight; once she gets drunk, she unlocks a magical location tracking feature, which is related to her background and identity.
(End of this chapter)
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
