Chapter 618: The Pacification of Sibao County (Twenty) [Seeking Monthly Tickets]
I swear to God.
She hadn't thought of such a person at first.
As a corporate slave, lord, and ultimate victim of a 996 work culture, she gets so busy she's practically in a daze. To improve work efficiency, she gradually developed the habit of selective memorization—only remembering the people and things she wants to remember. Memories like "the nameless, courageous warrior under Qiu Cheng's command whom she killed" are naturally categorized as "garbage." Sweeped into a pile, they gather dust in a corner.
If you don't consciously think about it, you can basically pretend it never happened.
Combining the keywords "under Qiu Cheng's command" and "ninth-rank, fifth-grade official," as well as the middle-aged military officer's unusual attitude, Shen Tang guessed that this person might be related to that ninth-rank, fifth-grade official by blood. A thought flashed through his mind, and he probed the question.
As a result, it worked every time.
"you--"
The middle-aged military officer glared angrily.
"What did you say?"
The middle-aged military officer, who had initially held a haughty and disdainful attitude towards Shen Tang's provocations, suddenly exploded like a fuse had been lit. He glared at Shen Tang, his eyes filled with a ferocious rage, as if he wanted to tear her apart, devour her flesh, and drink her blood!
"Deaf at such a young age?"
Shen Tang, on the other hand, didn't hold back and added fuel to the fire.
She deliberately drew out the strange tone of "Oh my," with a proud look that said, "I guessed it right away": "Looks like you two really are related. Yes! I killed the man, I cut off his head! His head was even used as a sacrificial offering for the three armies before they went to war, and it was displayed on the reviewing stand."
His tone shifted abruptly from provocative laughter to a somber one.
He said sternly, "So what do you intend to do then?"
Every word and phrase contains the power of a sonic boom.
He was forced to retreat several steps.
"You have the ability to kill me?"
Whose life isn't a life?
“My head is right here.” Shen Tang could still smile and be relaxed at this moment, but in the current situation, it gave people a somewhat sickly feeling. She raised her hand and gently touched her neck, pointing to the carotid artery in a provocative manner, “If you hit this vital spot, I’ll lose my life.”
Whether they were brave warriors or learned scholars, their fates were no different from those of ordinary people—they would all return to the underworld after their heads were chopped off, and their once majestic bodies would be buried in the yellow earth, accompanied by writhing maggots.
"But can you—reach it?"
When the enemy invaded, they killed her commoners.
She used war to stop war! She used killing to stop killing!
It's either you die or I live.
What's wrong with that?
"What goes around comes around." Shen Tang's tone suddenly turned low, even carrying a long sigh and a hint of sympathy.
That is to say, that ninth-rank fifth-level doctor.
She was also talking about herself.
"If you have the ability, you can come and kill me today, cut off my head to offer as a sacrifice to the flag, tear me to pieces, and dump my body in the wilderness. However—" The curve of her lips was contemptuous and playful, "You'll have to have the ability! Otherwise, not only will your unfortunate son or brother, whom I don't know, be nothing but a stepping stone under my feet, a soul beneath my sword!"
Shen Tang pressed him step by step with her words.
"Shut up, you brat!"
The middle-aged general, unable to contain himself any longer, roared to stop Shen Tang's mental interference. His martial energy surged, and a shockwave erupted from him, sweeping outwards in all directions, whipping up a cloud of yellowish-brown dust that seemed capable of blotting out the sky. Soldiers nearby, merely caught in the aftershocks, felt dizzy, their chests tight, and heard the whispers of a killing god in their ears…
In contrast, Shen Tang, deep within the storm, remained unmoved, enjoying the tempest. The red tassel on her helmet fluttered, and the tassel on her longsword stretched out gracefully.
"Ah, you call yourself a seasoned general? I only provoked you a couple of times, and you can't even maintain the composure a true warrior should have?" Through the thick yellow sand, Shen Tang saw the figure behind the sand suddenly disappear. He shook his head with a hint of regret, raised his hand without even looking, and swung his sword. Metal clashed, sparks flew, and the middle-aged general's face flashed by in the light.
"Haste makes waste."
Shen Tang teased with a smile.
The elegant, unadorned longsword moved with effortless grace in her hands. Its seemingly gentle gleam actually intercepted attacks with pinpoint accuracy with every strike. She wove a seamless net of snow-white sword light, forcing the middle-aged general into a prolonged stalemate. The sparks generated by the clashing weapons echoed the sword light, vying for attention amidst the killing intent, creating a unique and beautiful spectacle.
"Haste makes waste when picking fresh heads."
She was met with increasingly intense and fierce attacks.
On the city wall.
Qiu Cheng and the others were in a state of extreme anxiety, as if they were being fried in oil and on fire.
Only Xun Ding watched with great interest.
Occasionally, I would put myself in their shoes, pondering how to break free from the predicament, and after some deduction, I would come to the conclusion that it was difficult, very difficult.
He had only ever seen such a composed and confident demeanor of a victor in one person: Gong Xichou, who deserved to be torn to pieces!
As the yellow sand settled, Xun Ding's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had discovered some pleasant surprise. He thought to himself, "Judging from this situation, Qiu Wenyan is having a run of bad luck. He's destined to lose another general tonight... Tsk tsk tsk, I feel sorry for him."
Everyone only saw that Shen Tang's steps were agile and light, calm and composed, but Xun Ding carefully noticed that Shen Tang was deliberately messing with his opponent's mentality - this person never took more than three steps from the same spot, and even his footprints matched the previous ones.
Before long, some of Qiu Cheng's men also noticed this detail, and they gritted their teeth in disgust: "This boy is arrogant and deliberately humiliating us!"
Yes, it's a blatant and overt taunt!
Arrogance?
This is nothing but slander from a mediocre person.
Xun Ding inappropriately recalled Gongxi Chou's words.
Mediocre people, like frogs in a well, think that anything they cannot do must be impossible for everyone else in the world. When they see someone accomplish something effortlessly, they perceive that person as showing off or arrogant. They refuse to acknowledge the insurmountable gap between the strong and the mediocre.
Therefore, mediocre people will always remain mediocre.
Xun Ding glanced at the man out of the corner of his eye.
I shifted my feet to the side, creating a little distance.
Battlefield below the city wall.
The middle-aged military officer also noticed Shen Tang's blatant humiliation, but he didn't dwell on his anger—he wanted to avenge his younger brother, so he couldn't blindly fall into Shen Tang's trap. Remaining calm and making the right judgment at all times was the state he needed to maintain at that moment.
Gu Chi was feeling bored—he didn't know the ceiling of his lord's strength, but he was certain the outcome of this battle was a foregone conclusion—knowing the result naturally reduced the surprise. Just then, Gu Chi keenly noticed something: "Hmm? Something extra?"
Xun Zhen, with his sharp ears, heard: "What is that?"
Gu Chi said, "It should be the Martial Spirit Totem."
Xun Zhen carefully examined the battlefield again but did not see any suspicious traces. However, Gu Chi's unique scholarly approach would not lead to a wrong judgment.
Gu Chi added: "The Martial Spirit Totem is very special."
What exactly is this special law?
Before Gu Chi could even guess, everyone had already seen it.
In the darkness, wisps of black mist drifted up from behind Shen Tang, forming a giant, pure black scaly worm that seemed neither real nor illusory.
Two wisps of yellow mist were visible around the eyes of the scaled insect.
He was in a blind spot, coldly watching Shen Tang.
Shen Tang: "It's all so fancy and a waste of time."
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Hehehe, I finished half of the chapter using voice messages on my phone. Tomorrow I can be discharged from the hospital and go back to my little nest to start my secluded retreat.
Thank you to the little angels from the previous chapter.
I thought I'd have to worry about this brand-new leather jacket, but I didn't expect I'd be in a more precarious situation. The jacket comes with a six-month-old protective shield... Sigh, even its own mother is like a clay bodhisattva crossing a river, barely able to save herself.
P.S.: I heard that a large number of essential medicines will be available in the market next week. I hope it's true...
I hope my pregnancy will be delayed so I can finish my postpartum confinement.
(End of this chapter)
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