madnovel 0018 I'm sorry, but the Grand Tutor's son really can do whatever he wants.
0018 I'm sorry, but the Grand Tutor's son really can do whatever he wants.
Arrogant, extremely arrogant.
Despite being surrounded by the elite Xuanwu Army, Yuwen Zhe managed to turn the tables and take control.
They treated the large army as nothing.
This doesn't look like they're being surrounded at all; it looks more like they're here for an inspection.
Zhao Jing looked down on the army, but revealed an expression of disdain for speaking, and then made a gesture.
Chen Zhong!
Yes, Your Highness!
Chen Zhong, disguised as Wei Zheng, immediately unleashed a Buddhist lion's roar:
"The young master is here; you all must get out of here at once!"
"Get out of here!"
Golden Bell Shield - Buddhist Lion's Roar!
His roar, imbued with the power of the Golden Bell Shield, instantly shook the wind and clouds.
The soldiers of Xuanwu Army covered their ears or used their internal energy to resist.
Although Chen Zhong was not as good as Wei Zheng, he was still a master in the late stage of the Innate Realm.
In an instant, a roaring sound erupted, even more domineering than Du Jin's, causing the Xuanwu army soldiers' eardrums to ache.
Du Jin was furious.
The armies of Xuanwu and Xiliang have a long history of discord and constant friction.
The three field armies, mutually restraining and opposing each other, had become the norm before the coup.
Young Marshal Du Zangfeng regarded the Yuwen family as a thorn in his side.
Du Zangfeng was originally the second martial arts genius of the Dayong Dynasty. He was arrogant and looked down on Yuwen Yi as a pig or a dog.
Unexpectedly, this pig and dog not only turned the tables but also bit him.
Over the past three years, Du Zangfeng has suffered losses every time he has clashed with Yuwen Yi.
As a confidant of the young marshal, Du Jin naturally didn't hold back.
"You bastard!"
"I am a guerrilla general, ordered by the young marshal to seal off the capital."
"Young Master Yuwen is no exception!"
"Stop the car for inspection!"
Du Jin refused to budge an inch, his voice carrying hidden inner energy that reverberated around him.
He did not doubt Yuwen Zhe's identity.
Wei Zhengxiu was skilled in the Golden Bell Shield technique and was a half-step Grandmaster, a fact that Du Jin, as a guerrilla general, was well aware of.
Chen Zhong's performance was flawless.
Du Jin only wanted to stop Yuwen Zhe so he could curry favor with the young marshal.
As the adopted son of the Marquis of Xuanwu, his status was somewhat neither high nor low.
When Du Zangfeng takes command of the Xuanwu Army in the future, he must show his loyalty in advance.
Upon thinking of this, Du Jin shouted sternly:
"Guards, search the sedan chair!"
"Yes, General!"
The Xuanwu army's armored soldiers pressed forward relentlessly, and Zhao Jing, controlling Yuwen Zhe, couldn't help but burst into laughter:
"Hahaha!"
Why is Yuwen Zhe laughing?
The soldiers paused, wary of Young Master Yuwen's status, and none dared to actually move forward.
Zhao Jing sneered:
"Du Jin, who do you think you are, to dare search my sedan chair?"
"To put it nicely, you are the adopted son of Marquis Xuanwu."
"To put it bluntly, he's nothing but a bastard child without any status."
"A bastard child raised outside the home, only brought in halfway through life, dares to speak?"
"The Marquis of Xuanwu still won't let you acknowledge your ancestors."
Marquis Xuanwu has only one son, the young marshal Du Zangfeng.
In secret, he had countless illegitimate children.
In noble families, corruption is rampant, and those who maintain their integrity are considered outliers.
However, Marquis Xuanwu was a rather eccentric man.
He did not take concubines, but only fathered children outside the family.
If it is an ordinary bone, discard it like worn-out shoes and let it live or die on its own.
Only those with martial prowess can be brought back to the manor and adopted as sons.
This isn't part of the game's plot.
Having spent over a decade in Yujing, Zhao Jing was intimately familiar with the scandalous affairs of the nobility, and with his newspaper, rumors and gossip were rampant.
In the art of killing someone by destroying their spirit, Zhao Jing is far ahead of the competition.
"Yuwen Zhe, watch your mouth!"
"Don't think that just because you're the son of the Grand Tutor, you can do whatever you want!"
"I am a high-ranking official appointed by the imperial court!"
"What is the punishment for insulting an official?"
Du Jin immediately flew into a rage.
He was also a genius, reaching the mid-stage of the Innate Realm at the age of twenty-five, and was appointed as a fourth-rank guerrilla general. He was also the adopted son of the Marquis of Xuanwu.
Normally, everyone who sees him is extremely respectful and amiable.
How could he not be furious at being humiliated like this by Yuwen Zhe?
"I'm sorry, but the son of the Grand Tutor truly can do whatever he wants."
"I don't think you'd understand."
The sedan chair bearers and attendants rose up in celebration:
"I don't understand, he definitely doesn't understand."
"My young master is of such high status that he could never understand."
"Good dogs don't block the way, get out of the way!"
"Don't let this interfere with the young master's important matters!"
It's really satisfying to bully others by taking advantage of one's power.
Even knowing that the other side could chop them into mincemeat, it didn't stop everyone from beating a drowning dog.
This life has been worthwhile.
They followed His Highness deep into enemy territory, pointing their fingers at the enemy and hurling insults, while the enemy could only swallow their anger!
How wonderful! How wonderful!
Du Jin gripped the knife handle tightly, his steel teeth grinding together.
He was consumed by rage, which nearly extinguished his reason.
Zhao Jing knew how hateful these words would be; anyone else would have been torn to pieces long ago.
But what he wanted was to provoke Du Jin.
Who would have thought that Du Jin was like a tortoise, able to tolerate this?
Zhao Jing's sneer intensified:
"You bastard, get out of the way if you know what's good for you!"
"I have urgent business to discuss with Fourth Brother."
"You can't afford to mess things up!"
"Get out!"
Zhao Jing revealed a contemptuous look, full of the arrogance of a born aristocrat.
You are nothing but insects.
An ant that can be crushed with a single step.
kill!
Du Jin lost his composure and drew his sword without hesitation.
Zhao Jing's personal attendants immediately alighted from their sedan chairs, their weapons also drawn.
Clang—!
Everyone shouted in unison:
"We swear to protect our lord to the death!"
Upon seeing this, the Xuanwu soldiers also drew their swords and attacked.
Tensions were high between the two sides.
The war is about to start.
Who could have predicted that at the crucial moment of the coup d'état?
The armies of Xuanwu and Xiliang almost clashed.
"Don't engage in a bloodbath, absolutely no bloodbath!"
"Stop! Stop it now!"
"With the sun high in the sky and the situation still uncertain, how can we afford to lose our composure!"
Du Jin's deputy, Wei Kai, rushed forward and hugged him tightly.
"General, that's the seventh young master of the Yuwen family. You can't hit him."
This guy is clearly trying to provoke the general!
Don't be fooled.
Du Jin gritted his teeth:
Don't worry, I'll teach him a lesson!
No, absolutely not!
Wei Kai stood firmly in front of him.
Yuwen Zhe has a special identity; he is the son of the Grand Tutor and also shares a deep brotherly bond with Yuwen Yi.
Now that Yuwen Yi holds immense power and is the Empress's fiancé, who would dare to provoke him?
Although Marquis Xuanwu was the Empress's maternal uncle, Du Jin was merely an adopted son!
Wei Kai explained the reality of the situation, extinguishing Du Jin's anger, and he couldn't help but sheath his sword.
But Zhao Jing pressed on relentlessly:
"What, you want to get rough with me?"
"I doubt you have the guts."
"A cowardly soldier is just one cowardly soldier; a cowardly general leads to a whole army of cowardly soldiers."
"No wonder Fourth Brother said that someone's lust for a princess is like a toad trying to eat swan meat—it's disgusting!"
hum! !
These words were like a resounding slap across Du Jin's face.
Du Jin stared intently at that face filled with contempt.
There's no way to retreat!
Otherwise, if the young marshal loses face, will Du Jin still have a place in the Xuanwu Army?
"Get out of here!"
Du Jin suddenly shoved Wei Kai aside and twisted his wrist.
Clang!
The azure dragon is drawn from its sheath, its cold gleam suddenly appearing!
The unexpected turn of events caught the soldiers off guard; before they could react, Du Jin had already launched a sudden attack.
Wei Kai was unable to stop him in time and roared fiercely:
"General!"
come on.
Shoot here!
A mocking smile curled at the corner of Zhao Jing's lips.
The chasm of social status and the extreme humiliation completely shattered Du Jin's rationality.
Chop that bastard up!
Azure Dragon Blade Technique - Dragon and Snake Rise from the Land.
The blade flashed like a startled swan, its cold gleam suddenly appearing.
The murderous aura of a thousand Xuanwu soldiers soared to the sky, yet it all converged on Du Jin.
Mystic arts, military formations!
Gather the strength of a large army and the presence of a chief general.
This is the way of killing!
This is a military formation.
With the support of a thousand-strong army, Du Jin was actually promoted from the mid-stage of the Innate Realm to the half-step Grandmaster!
kill!
A phantom image appeared around Du Jin, and a blue dragon was born. A fierce wind suddenly rose, as if to tear the Blood Raven Flying Carriage to shreds.
If Du Jin still had a shred of reason, he would surely have noticed something amiss.
Yuwen Zhe was nothing but a living dead man, relying entirely on the Thousand Illusion Pearl to conceal his true nature.
Delay will inevitably lead to defeat, and too much talk will inevitably lead to mistakes.
Zhao Jing was betting on a quick victory!
They finally fell into the trap.
Tusu!
clear.
Tu Su feigned panic and screamed:
"what!"
"Protect the young master!"
Du Jin sneered inwardly.
Although his sword intent was fierce, his movement was slow, his intention being to keep the sword hovering at the tip of Yuwen Zhe's nose.
The army's killing intent surged like a tide, enough to crush the minds of ordinary martial artists.
It can teach a spoiled brat a lesson without leaving any injuries.
Wonderful!
The azure dragon soared into the sky, its military might as a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing.
Du Jin knew that all the sedan chair bearers were innate beings, and ninety percent of the pressure was on them.
The palanquin bearers were suppressed on the spot and could only resist with the help of the Blood Raven Flying Carriage.
Apart from Chen Zhongshang, who was able to hold on, the rest of the innate beings were so suppressed that they could not move, as if they were trapped in a quagmire.
This is the military formation, this is the Xuanwu Army.
At the critical moment, Tu Su made a move.
Copper coins rained down like a torrential downpour of pear blossoms.
The copper coins danced in the air, swirling continuously, and actually sketched out a huge picture of wealth and prosperity in the void!
Money, in its essence, embodies both Heaven and Earth.
Its inner part is square, and its outer part is round.
Where money is, danger can be turned into safety, and death can be turned into life.
Money can make the noble cheap and the living dead.
The God of Wealth – A One-Throw Throw!
Tu Su was a prodigy in esoteric arts.
If one studies the "Star River Calculation Scripture" of the North Star Palace, one can become a saint at the age of twenty.
Now that she has joined the Xuantan Sect, she has mastered the ultimate skill "Qiankun Yizhi" without a teacher, relying solely on the "Cai Shen Jing" (a book on wealth and fortune).
The more common hidden weapons there are, the more dispersed their force becomes, and the weaker the power of each individual weapon.
Tu Su, however, realized the difference in the beliefs surrounding the God of Wealth.
The more money you have, the greater your power!
The copper coins in her hand, having circulated countless times, are imbued with the power of worldly desires and can enhance the faith in the God of Wealth.
Du Jin initially didn't take it seriously.
It's just a trivial skill.
I have my own army protecting me.
Unexpectedly, as the copper coins jingled and clattered, the protective dragon gradually melted away!
The copper coin contained supreme power of will, which could dispel the murderous aura with money.
The azure dragon vanished, the military formation collapsed, and in an instant, it all vanished into nothingness.
With 100,000 coins, you can communicate with the gods!
The greatest power of Qiankun Yizhi is not as a hidden weapon, but in dissolving mystical magic arrays.
The military formation was also among them.
not good!
Du Jin was horrified to discover this.
He lost contact with the army, his vital energy plummeted, and he fell back to the mid-stage of the Innate Realm!
withdraw!
This woman is strange; she's a sorcerer.
Du Jin made a decisive decision.
But it was too late.
The Great Dream Floating Pagoda True Scripture—A Dreamlike Illusion!
In an instant, a Buddhist pagoda stood before him, and Maitreya Buddha lowered his brows, as if he had just woken from a dream, a dream in which he had achieved great success.
"My child, you are the true young marshal of the Xuanwu Army."
"Du Zangfeng is just a bastard."
"This humble general kowtows to you!"
"Greetings, Young Marshal!"
"Hahaha!"
Du Jin was deeply shaken.
It's now!
Bao'er!
kill!
Bao'er hid behind her, her eyes narrowed to slits.
Within arm's reach, killing is as easy as taking something out of a bag.
puff!
The sword pierced through his brain and emerged from his eye socket, spraying red and white matter everywhere.
My dream shattered into pieces.