owlsbooks Chapter 317 Forced Breakthrough
Chapter 317 Forced Breakthrough
It was half an hour later when Yang Silang and his companions emerged from the Martial Arts Tower.
Fu Hongying and Xiao Yue stayed behind.
The former had to stay and serve his great-grandfather.
The latter involves using the Moon Soul Pearl to heal Liu Nian's injuries.
The Moon Soul Pearl is also adept at healing and detoxification. Blood poison is also a poison. Xiao Yue summoned this magical treasure and rolled it around Fu Liunian's chest and abdomen.
He immediately inhaled a wisp of purplish-black energy, which counteracted the pure Yin energy, and Fu Liunian immediately looked relaxed.
He was greatly surprised.
He had thought it would take him more than a month to recover, but with the help of the Moon Soul Pearl, he felt that his recovery time could be greatly shortened.
It should be better in seven or eight days, or at most ten days.
Yang Silang and Wang Daniu returned to the courtyard.
The women, not seeing Fu Hongying and Xiao Yue, hurriedly inquired.
Everyone was afraid that the two women would meet with misfortune on the city wall.
Wang Daniu calmed everyone down with a few simple explanations.
After dinner.
Yang Silang returned to the house, and it was Hu Jiaoniang's turn. She poured tea for the man and asked him about his well-being, truly behaving like a wife who cared for her husband.
"My lord, shall I accompany you to the city?"
"There is a Grandmaster among the enemy's troops; I am not at ease."
"I'm also very good at fighting... I'm a demon immortal, and I'm not afraid of the blood and qi of the army." She nestled in the man's arms and whispered.
Yang Silang shook his head upon hearing this.
"No, it's not that time yet."
"I have two clones of myself, even a Grandmaster can't hurt me," he said, showing Hu Jiaoniang the little foxes on the inside and outside of his wrists.
"Besides, we can feel at ease on the city walls only if you stay inside the house."
Hu Jiaoniang is the ultimate trump card, and should not be used lightly.
Also.
The powerful families in the provincial capital haven't made a move yet; there are tall figures holding the fort, so it's not their place to worry about it.
"My lord, I'm so sorry to have wronged you..." Hu Jiaoniang said sullenly.
"The fighting on the city walls during the day is exhausting enough."
"I still have to deal with the troubles of the original owner of this body."
"How about we sleep separately?"
This time, it was Yang Silang's turn to hold her tightly in his arms.
"separate?"
"You don't understand."
"Some things, once done, are done."
"Even if we separate, we'll still get a beating."
"Why not just enjoy the present moment?"
With a crackling sound, the two nestled together tenderly.
late at night.
Yang Silang opened his eyes; Hu Jiaoniang was already fast asleep in his arms.
He used the Imperial Dragon Rejuvenation Powder Oil again that night, and with the addition of several uses of the Rejuvenation Divine Power, the pain and soreness in his body gradually subsided.
He waved again.
The Stone Man's Magical Token appeared in his hand.
The figure, which was originally twisted and tangled with limbs, is now stretched out and arranged in a star shape.
The black lines are smooth and thick, completely unlike the intermittent appearance during the day.
With the power of rejuvenation and the healing effect of wood-elemental true qi, he recovered from his injuries at an astonishing speed.
Yang Silang closed his eyes again and used his spiritual perception to look inward.
“Eh…”
"Those beatings I took these past few days weren't for nothing."
"The accumulation of true qi is much faster than I estimated."
"I originally thought I would become a Grandmaster of Golden Marrow within a month, but it seems I can shorten the time even further."
"No wonder they say that practicing boxing a thousand times is not as good as taking a trip to the gates of hell."
"Surviving under the Demon Immortal Fist is much faster than learning kung fu on my own."
These past few days during the day.
Under the suppression of Hu Jiaoniang's Ice Dragon Frost Heaven Fist.
Yang Silang used the Great Five Elements Fist almost instinctively, and the transformation of the five elements was as easy as he could do, it had become second nature to him.
Green Wood Blazing Palm, Fiery Mountain Suppressing Seal, Mountain-Splitting Gold-Shattering Finger, Cold Edge Rushing Wave Fist, Tide-Rising Ten Thousand Trees Strength.
He can easily master the Five Elements Mutual Generation Fist Technique, and even unintentionally use different fist techniques with both hands, simultaneously mobilizing the true energy of the three attributes within his body.
The circulation of vital energy through the twelve meridians has become second nature, an instinctive memory.
Hu Jiaoniang was like an iron hammer, constantly pounding and refining his skills until they were perfected and impure.
"Is this woman punishing me or using me as a sparring partner to hone my boxing skills?"
Yang Silang was puzzled, so he stopped thinking about it.
He was half-asleep, continuing to practice the Turtle Breathing Technique.
Five watch.
Yang Silang got up, but Hu Jiaoniang refused to sleep any longer and got dressed together.
After having dinner with his family, he donned his armor and, with everyone watching, rode his large blue horse towards the city wall with Wang Daniu.
On the west city wall.
The night shift warrior came down from the city wall, yawning.
Yang Silang met with the Tong family father and son and inquired about the battle that had taken place the previous night.
Tong Baisui yawned.
"There's nothing to say."
"Those damned thieves sent men to blow horns and bang gongs at night."
"There were many of them, and they specifically sent a group of people to mess with us and prevent us from sleeping."
"In the dead of night, a group of bandits crept up, and the leader was a skilled rope claw fighter."
"Use the parapet to scale the city wall with your light-footed skills."
"Fortunately, we have demon dogs on our city walls, and they noticed something was wrong early on."
"We'll trap them like turtles in a jar, slaughter them all, and then nothing will happen."
Wang Daniu was very envious after hearing this.
"Looks like night shifts are better."
"Few problems and not dangerous."
Tong Baisui shook his head.
"That's hard to say. Maybe one night the rebel army will send out a large number of skilled fighters to raid the city."
"By the way, I heard that a Grandmaster from the White Day Bandits was dispatched yesterday? And he even injured Old Master Fu Liunian?"
"These aristocratic families are also..." he said in a low voice, "They have grandmasters in their clans, but they don't come out to help."
"Just watch as batches of our martial artists die."
Tong Renyuan, who was standing nearby, immediately glared at him fiercely.
"Shut up!"
Tong Baisui was scolded by his father. Knowing that he had spoken out of turn, he could only shut his mouth and slink away with Tong Ren.
After climbing onto the city wall.
Yang Silang and Wang Daniu went to the arrow tower to rest and wait.
I can't come by weight and tael because I was shot in the shoulder with an arrow. Although I managed to pull through, my arm was bleeding and the tendons and bones were injured. I'll need at least a month to recover.
Fu Hongying and Xiao Yue didn't come either.
The two women were to serve Old Master Fu, a decision made with special permission from General Hei.
Grandpa Fu's current status is equivalent to the pillar of the government. He is the only Grandmaster of Golden Marrow in the entire city, so he must be treated with great respect.
Yang Silang looked around at the martial artists. Yesterday there were more than a hundred of them, but today there were less than ninety. The number was decreasing every day.
When the sun rises.
Three people walked in from outside.
The leader, clad in long armor and wielding a Guan Dao (a type of halberd), looked exhausted, with a full stubble of blue on his chin and even blue circles under his eyes.
He was completely exhausted, inside and out. The two people behind him, one carrying an iron shield and the other holding a water-splitting fork, were also slightly bent over.
The three of them scanned the building, looking for an open space to rest.
Yang Silang stood up first to greet him.
"Brother Pei, Brother Zhuang, Brother Bai... quick, there are empty seats here."
It turned out that Pei Buqi, Zhuang Sheng, and Bai Lang were the three who had entered.
They were previously fourth-rank commanders, serving in the garrisons surrounding Yidu Prefecture. The first wave of attacks by the Heavenly King's army was to sweep through the surrounding garrisons.
The three men were not so stubborn as to stick to the garrison and city to the death. After a brief resistance, they fled back to Yidu Prefecture with their personal guards.
Because the manor was short of soldiers and generals, the three men, who were legitimate military graduates, were protected by General Hei and allowed to continue leading troops.
They had been stationed on other city walls before, and I never expected them to be transferred here today.
Pei Buqi and the other two's eyes lit up when they saw Yang Silang, and they hurriedly came over.
The group sat down and chatted for a few minutes, asking each other about their recent experiences.
It turns out that the western city wall has not been a key target of the bandits' attacks recently.
General Hei finally couldn't hold back any longer and transferred Yan Nanxing and his elite troops to guard the south city wall. He also transferred Pei Zhuangbai and two others to help fill the vacancy left by Yan Nanxing.
The group was overjoyed to be reunited, having fought together and trusted each other.
At that moment, the sound of horns came from outside.
Everyone got up and ran outside.
After a few days of getting to know each other, this time marked the start of the bandit army's first offensive.
Half an hour later.
The sounds of battle cries shook the heavens atop the city walls.
Yang Silang stood on the second floor of the arrow tower, where four of the five arrow emplacements in front of him were already empty.
He had switched the hand holding the bow back and forth twice, allowing both arms to rest. Apart from a slight soreness, he was actually in good condition today.
Of course, it might be different by the afternoon.
If Hu Jiaoniang were to beat him up at home, he would be severely crippled.
Dengdengdeng.
Hurried footsteps could be heard coming from down the stairs.
Wang Daniu carried several arrows up, placed them in position, and then took a breath.
"Fourth Brother, the bandits seem to be on steroids today."
"We've already launched five or six attacks this morning."
"The number of people mobilized is also many times greater than usual."
Something's not right, something's very wrong.
"Fourth Brother, you used to be able to last a whole day with five arrows, but now you're almost out in less than half a day."
"The blade of my knife is chipped and dulled from all the cutting; something's wrong."
Yang Silang listened intently to the other walls of the city, and heard waves of shouts and cries of battle rising one after another.
"Be careful," he instructed Wang Daniu. "Perhaps it's Old Master Fu who's injured."
"The rebel army knows that there is no Grandmaster in charge, so they are launching a fierce attack today."
"If you can't win, retreat. If you get injured, don't try to tough it out like you're struggling with a minor injury."
Wang Daniu spat.
"It's not stupid to weigh things by the pound."
"His injury was just right, not enough to cripple him, but serious enough to keep him from going to the city for more than a month."
"Just tell me whether he's safe or not..."
Yang Silang glared at Wang Daniu, about to reprimand him.
Suddenly, the two turned their heads in shock.
Several ladders were erected on the city wall, and a steady stream of enemy soldiers attempted to scale the walls.
There were no signs whatsoever.
A massive surge of energy, like that of a volcano, erupted forth, its masculine aura sweeping across the city walls.
"Grandmaster..." Yang Silang immediately became fully alert and drew his bow.
He had seen this aura on Fu Liunian before; it was a blood and qi fluctuation far greater than that of a Grandmaster.
Wasn't it said that Fu Liunian and the Grandmaster of the bandit army were both severely injured?
The only reasonable guess is that there must be more than one Grandmaster in the bandit army!
With their blood and qi surging and radiating outwards, some of the bandit warriors had already leaped lightly into the air, far above the city walls, even level with the arrow tower.
"shoot……"
On the city wall.
Pei Qibu, Zhuang Sheng, and Bai Lang had already roared until their voices were hoarse.
The three ballistae, already turned around, fired their bolts, as large as javelins, at the figure in the air almost simultaneously.
Yang Silang also drew his bowstring taut on the arrow tower, and a beam of light condensed and shot towards that mass of blood and qi!
He didn't even have time to see what the bandit's grandmaster looked like.
"roll……"
The grandmaster roared thunderously in the air, his voice, imbued with true energy, bursting forth like lightning and echoing across the city walls.
At the same time, he used both palms like shields to strike outwards three times with lightning speed, leaving afterimages as he knocked away the three crossbow bolts.
He faced the arrow of light that was aimed at his chest.
His palms were enveloped in green true energy, and he simply squeezed them tightly together.
boom!
The light arrow scattered countless points of light, which he then swatted away with his bare hands.
But the grandmaster was also pushed backward about ten feet, and with a whoosh, he fell straight down from the city wall.
However, on the city wall.
The defending soldiers had fallen silently to the ground, especially the hundred or so soldiers in front of them, all of whom bled from all seven orifices, and were directly killed by the Grandmaster's lion's roar!
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"roll……"
The grandmaster roared thunderously in the air, his voice, imbued with true energy, bursting forth like lightning and echoing across the city walls.
At the same time, he used both palms like shields to strike outwards three times with lightning speed, leaving afterimages as he knocked away the three crossbow bolts.
He faced the arrow of light that was aimed at his chest.
His palms were enveloped in green true energy, and he simply squeezed them tightly together.
boom!
The light arrow scattered countless points of light, which he then swatted away with his bare hands.
But the grandmaster was also pushed backward about ten feet, and with a whoosh, he fell straight down from the city wall.
However, on the city wall.
The defending soldiers had fallen silently to the ground, especially the hundred or so soldiers in front of them, all of whom bled from all seven orifices, and were directly killed by the Grandmaster's lion's roar!