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Chapter 404: Chapter 394: Seeing Dong Wanjun Again (2)

The world only saw their glorious achievements, oblivious to the perils of the journey.

Hundreds of years ago, three Divine Communication Grandmasters had died in the attempt, a failure that had ended with the Emperor suffering a backlash from fate. Although Bai Yuan could defeat a Mingxin Martial Artist, he was still insignificant in this grand game.

Dong Wanjun’s intention was actually the same as Xu Dingchun’s: if his own disciple found that he couldn’t handle things, he could always come back and find his master.

Hearing this, He Xinping couldn’t help but roll his eyes and pretend he hadn’t heard a thing.

Only this master and disciple duo would dare to utter such seditious words.

However, he had no intention of reporting them.

...

Afterward, Bai Yuan stayed at the Northern Garrison Army’s camp for another three days.

He spent nearly all of those three days discussing martial arts with Old Dong.

Old Dong truly was a peerless genius with profound experience. His mind teemed with countless brilliant and unconventional ideas, enough to broaden the horizons of even the current Bai Yuan.

Furthermore, because his insights were untainted by the martial arts of the Central Plains, they possessed a unique and distinctive beauty.

Old Dong’s ability to break through realms as easily as drinking water was inextricably linked to this talent of his.

He had also gone north of the Great Wall with Old Dong, leading troops.

Xiangzhou truly lived up to its reputation as the former main battlefield between Xuan Yang and the Demon Sect. The number of experts from the barbarian tribes and the Demon Race was far greater than in Dingzhou.

If Dingzhou had encountered these powerful Demon Sect masters, it likely would have fallen long ago.

The Northern Garrison Army’s ability to keep the Demon Sect north of the Great Wall, even after suffering heavy losses, wasn’t just because Jiedu Envoy Lord He had brought in outside experts. It was also inextricably linked to Old Dong’s personal, hands-on leadership.

...

「North of the Great Wall.」

In a dense forest.

A figure in a black robe, their face obscured, was gazing respectfully at an old Confucian scholar.

"Mr. Yuan."

The black-robed figure’s attitude was deferential.

Even though he held the position of Vice Sect Leader of the Celestial Heart Sect, he remained incredibly respectful toward the old man before him.

If not for Mr. Yuan, the Demon Sect’s revival would have taken at least another thousand years.

’First Confucianism, then Daoism, and then Buddhism—a union of the three great teachings. He’s truly one of a kind in this world.’

The Demon Sect revered strength above all else. Consequently, both the Celestial Heart Sect and the Soul-Chasing Tower respected this Mr. Yuan even more than they did the Sect Master of the Demon Sect.

Mr. Yuan’s expression was placid, betraying no emotion.

"Take your men and cause a greater commotion."

The Vice Sect Leader of the Celestial Heart Sect hesitated.

Mr. Yuan had suddenly appeared at the foot of the Great Wall and, upon meeting, immediately ordered him to launch a night raid on the Northern Garrison Army’s camp. This put him in a difficult position.

The Northern Garrison Army had stood against the Demon Sect for so long; Dong Wanjun and He Xinping were not to be trifled with.

Mr. Yuan seemed able to read minds.

A mountain of a man appeared at the foot of the Great Wall. It was Kuaidong.

"He will help you."

Seeing Kuaidong, the Vice Sect Leader of the Celestial Heart Sect’s face lit up.

Kuaidong’s strength was unquestionable. With such a powerhouse taking action, pinning down those two from Xuan Yang would be a simple matter.

...

「Deep into the night.」

Moonlight spilled over the towering Great Wall, a magnificent sight.

Though Bai Yuan had once seen a section of the Great Wall in Dingzhou, it was nowhere near as breathtaking as this. His Master from that era had truly operated on a grand scale.

He and Dong Wanjun sat opposite each other inside a military tent.

Dong Wanjun offered a rare, gentle smile. "After tonight, you should leave."

Bai Yuan was silent for a long moment before nodding heavily.

’Right now, it’s best for the two of us—master and disciple—to meet as infrequently as possible.’

With the meteoric rise of this master-disciple pair, the lineage of Xu Dingchun—which had seemed to be in decline—showed signs of a resurgence.

If all three of them were to break through and become Divinity Grandmasters in the future, the resulting situation would be unimaginable.

Perhaps even the Li Royal Family would grow wary of them.

Of course, that day was still far away.

Emperor Li Chengyuan, confident in the prime of his reign, had dared to use Xu Dingchun to keep the military in check, Dong Wanjun to hold back the Demon Sect, and Bai Yuan to sweep through the Northern Border Martial World. It was a truly masterful arrangement; few rulers possessed such magnanimity.

But this strategy was predicated on the three of them being unable to join forces.

Should the three ever show signs of uniting, Li Chengyuan would undoubtedly act with ruthless, decisive force.

Resolve filled Bai Yuan’s eyes. "Master, you once told me that the true path is to cultivate all techniques. I had a fortunate encounter and obtained..."

Dong Wanjun waved his hand, cutting Bai Yuan off.

"Every Martial Artist in the world has their own fortuitous encounters. I’ve already found my own path. It wouldn’t be suitable for me, in the end."

"..."

Bai Yuan said no more.

He had planned to pass the Divine Mansion Technique on to Old Dong, but he hadn’t expected his master to see through his intentions and refuse him preemptively.

The Martial Dao emphasizes cultivation techniques, but no matter how good a technique is, it isn’t suitable for everyone.

Years ago, without the Divine Mansion Technique, Old Dong had stubbornly pursued the ideal of ’cultivating all techniques’ for thirty years based on his grandmaster’s words, his cultivation stagnating. It was only after receiving guidance from Xu Dingchun that he finally broke through.

Looking back now, it was both a trial and a blessing.

The Martial Dao has no fixed formula. Different people, with different experiences, will develop different martial arts.

Dong Wanjun shot Bai Yuan a glance, his usual arrogance returning.

"You think learning a few new cultivation techniques means you can teach me now? I can still beat you with one hand... alright, two hands."

"Master is truly awe-inspiring."

Bai Yuan chuckled.

’Old Dong was right. The Divine Mansion Technique suited me, but it might not suit him. Everyone has their own path to walk.’

With that thought, everything clicked into place.

’His master was still his master, after all!’

Just as the master and disciple were about to continue their discussion on martial arts insights, a commotion suddenly erupted from the camp.

Old Dong’s brows furrowed. He slowly rose to his feet.

Bai Yuan stood up as well. Both men looked out of the tent in unison.

Suddenly!

The urgent ringing of a bell pierced the air.

It was the signal that the camp was under attack!

Old Dong’s figure flickered and vanished. Bai Yuan saw this and immediately followed.

In just three breaths’ time, the master and disciple appeared inside the Central Army Tent.

Jiedu Envoy He Xinping was already in the tent.

"What happened?"

Old Dong looked at He Xinping.

He Xinping’s expression was grim. "A large contingent of Demon Sect experts has crossed the Great Wall. They’re attacking our right flank."

Old Dong’s expression turned icy.

Xuan Yang and the Demon Sect had been at a truce for months. For hostilities to resume now—and with the Demon Sect as the aggressor—seemed strange, no matter how one looked at it.

Old Dong said, "I’ll go take a look."

He Xinping nodded. "Good."

The two of them had weathered countless major battles against the Demon Sect; their coordination was long since perfectly synchronized.

Most of the time, Old Dong led the troops into battle while He Xinping held down the command tent.

There was a simple reason for this: Old Dong’s methods were simply better suited for warfare.

Although He Xinping was powerful, he was a Confucian Martial Artist, after all. When it came to the art of killing, he was no match for Old Dong.

Bai Yuan said, "Master, I will go with you."

Old Dong grunted in affirmation.

Bai Yuan’s strength was no longer that of a new disciple of the Divine Mansion Sect; he could be of genuine help now.

The master and disciple blurred into two phantom-like figures.

They soon appeared at the right flank of the Northern Garrison Army.

Bai Yuan was shocked by the scene before him.

The number of Demon Sect experts who had crossed the Great Wall was far greater than he had imagined—there were thousands of them. This wasn’t a raid; it was a full-blown war.

This only deepened his confusion. ’Why would the Demon Sect do this?’

Tonight’s battle was supposed to be a surprise attack by the Demon Sect, but such a large force lacked mobility and could not achieve the element of surprise. What’s more, the Northern Garrison Army even had the terrain advantage. From any angle, it looked like a losing proposition for the attackers.

Old Dong stood on high ground, quietly observing the battle.

It wasn’t until he spotted a black-robed figure wreaking havoc on the battlefield that he leaped forward and engaged them in a fierce fight.

Bai Yuan only needed a single glance to guess the black-robed figure’s identity.

From the golden embroidery on the cuffs to the fact that their strength rivaled Old Dong’s, it wasn’t hard to deduce that this had to be one of the Vice Sect Leaders of the Celestial Heart Sect.

Just as Bai Yuan prepared to join the fray and help Old Dong quickly end the chaos, a figure emerged from the dense forest in the distance.

It was Kuaidong, whom he hadn’t seen in a long time!

Bai Yuan’s eyes narrowed slightly.

He focused his perception and saw Kuaidong’s lips moving up and down, as if to say, "Die."

Then, like a rampaging behemoth, Kuaidong charged onto the battlefield.

A cold smile touched the corners of Bai Yuan’s lips.

Du Qinghui had been a benefactor to him. And while Kuaidong hadn’t been the one to land the killing blow, he was still inextricably involved in his death.

’I’ve been itching to put a few sword-cuts into Kuaidong for a long time now.’

"Bring it on!"

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