The Breaking Army Tiger Soul Blade is Perfected! The Jianghuai Army besieges the city, an

Chapter 63 The Breaking Army Tiger Soul Blade is Perfected! The Jianghuai Army besieges the city, and Jingling City is in danger.

Su Yang felt a surge of vigilance.

The fact that this weasel-like creature follows you and you can't shake it off means that you have a scent on you that it finds interesting!

"Could it be—that the Blood Lotus lured them here?"

Su Yang's mind raced, and he instantly locked onto the object in his hand.

That faint, sweet, fishy smell might be tolerable for humans, or even difficult to detect, but for some animals whose sense of smell is far superior to that of humans, it is probably a beacon in the darkness!

Because, since nothing like this had ever happened before, killing Fei Jianhua and taking the pills had led to this beast tracking them down!

Thinking of this, Su Yang immediately released a little internal force from his fingertips, enveloping it like a thin film in an attempt to isolate the sweet and fishy smell.

really.

The confusion in the eyes of the two weasels vanished in an instant, followed by a burst of green light, and they pounced with a fierce howl!

"court death!"

Su Yang's eyes sharpened, and two armor-piercing darts shot out from his left hand!

puff puff!

Two darts pierced his skull with pinpoint accuracy.

"Aww...woo~~"

The two beasts collapsed to the ground, their dark eyes unfocused.

Upon closer inspection, this thing has strange black and white markings on its face, resembling a ghost's face.

"Since they came here to steal medicine, there must be someone behind them directing them."

Su Yang's mind raced.

A protracted struggle is pointless; it's best to cut ties decisively.

Without hesitation, he immediately wrapped the "Blood Lotus Guide" and hid it in a hidden crevice under an abandoned stone bridge upstream of the canal.

The place is cold and damp, and the sound of flowing water can mask any subtle signs, making it an ideal location to temporarily isolate oneself from tracking.

Without pausing, he unleashed his full power, using the Perfect Grass-Flying Technique to disappear into the night like a faint shadow, silently returning to the cloth shop.

Back in the room, I bolted the door.

Su Yang suppressed the urgency he felt due to the "Blood Lotus Guide" and Huang Shiyun of the Heavenly Lotus Sect, knowing that anxiety was useless at this moment; only strength mattered. He took out a camphor wood knife, a palm-sized tiger skin, and the painting "Hungry Tiger Pouncing on Its Prey."

"Tap, tap, tap—"

The monotonous, steady sound of the wooden sword chopping echoed once more in the silent room, the gaze fixed on the image of a hungry tiger on the wall. Each swing, each glance, was accompanied by a subtle flicker on the mental panel.

[Tiger Soul Blade Proficiency +1!]

[Overlord Blade Proficiency +1!]

Time flies when you're focused.

As dawn broke outside the window, Su Yang suddenly paused, his wooden knife halting in mid-air.

An unprecedentedly fierce sword intent exploded from the depths of his heart, permeating his entire body!

[The Tiger Soul Blade of Breaking Army (Perfect)!]

The moment the panel prompts appeared, a flood of insights and memories rushed into my mind.

This realization was none other than all the experience, insights, and combat instincts of the Breaking Army Tiger Soul Blade, as if Su Yang had practiced this sword technique diligently for twenty or thirty years, immersing it deep in his bones!

Every variation of the sword technique, the key to exerting force, the strategy for dealing with different weapons, and even the accumulation and release of sword momentum are all clearly imprinted in his consciousness, as if they were innate.

at the same time.

A warm yet solid power then spread throughout his body.

At this moment of perfection, the tempering power seemed to be activated and realized all at once. Su Yang clearly felt that the muscles in his arms, shoulders, back, and even core waist and abdomen had become firmer and more explosive, and his bones seemed to have become much stronger. This improvement did not bring a surge of internal energy like an internal energy breakthrough, but it made his physical foundation more solid, and he was better able to withstand and exert the fierce power of the sword technique.

He put down the wooden knife, exhaled slowly, his breath long and drawn out.

His eyes flashed with a sharp light, the natural sharpness that overflowed after perfecting his swordsmanship. Although he quickly concealed it, his whole person was like a treasured sword sheathed, calm yet exuding a hidden intimidation.

"The Tiger Soul Blade of Breaking Army is now complete, further strengthening my foundation."

He clenched his fist, feeling the subtle yet tangible changes in his body: "But it's not enough—"

Just then.

"Knock knock knock!"

A rapid knocking interrupted my thoughts.

"Captain Su, are you awake?"

It was the voice of Zhao Qian, the manager of the cloth shop.

Su Yang quickly put away all his training equipment, adjusted his breathing to calm his sharp aura, and then got up to open the door.

Outside the door, Zhao Qian, dressed in a brocade robe, cupped his hands and said, "Captain Su, someone from the Huang residence has arrived. It's a close aide to the master, delivering a message that he has ordered you to immediately lead all the guards from the cloth shop back to the Huang residence for further instructions!"

Su Yang's heart skipped a beat, and his first thought was: Could it be that my killing of Fei Jianhua and seizing the Blood Lotus has been exposed? Is Huang Shiyun trying to use this opportunity to transfer me back to the manor for punishment?

His expression remained unchanged as he calmly asked, "Do you know what it is?"

Zhao Qian leaned closer and lowered his voice, saying, "I overheard the messenger let slip a few words, it seems—"

It's related to Du Fuwei's approaching army outside the city. The atmosphere inside the city is tense; they're probably about to get serious! It's an urgent order for you to immediately take all your guards back to the manor!

Upon hearing "Du Fuwei" and "the army is approaching," Su Yang's anxiety instantly subsided.

It's an external threat, not an internal one.

The siege began! It started faster than expected!

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "Alright, thank you for informing Manager Zhao. I will make the arrangements immediately."

"Captain Su is too kind. Please hurry up and don't delay us."

Zhao Qian cupped his hands in greeting and hurriedly left for the front yard.

Su Yang quickly returned to his room, wrapped the ring-pommel straight sword in coarse cloth and carried it on his back, and then checked the several important items in his bosom.

He then pushed open the door and, in a deep voice, instructed Sun Wang, the bodyguard waiting nearby: "Sun Wang, relay my orders:"

All guards at the cloth shop, immediately cease all work and assemble in the front yard within half an incense stick's time. No mistakes allowed! Be quick!

"Yes, sir!"

Sun Wang's expression tightened, and he immediately turned around and ran to relay the order.

Su Yang knew this in his heart.

Although the worst-case scenario has been temporarily ruled out, it remains to be seen whether Huang Shiyun's recall of him at this critical juncture is a blessing or a curse.

The peaceful days of cultivation have indeed come to an end. The blades of this chaotic world have reached the city walls, and the undercurrents between him and the Huang family are about to be swept up by this monstrous wave.

Half an incense stick later, in the front yard of Ruifeng Cloth Shop.

The nine guards and Li Xingyun had lined up under Sun Wang's urging. Although their faces showed some unease and speculation, and they whispered about words like "Du Fuwei" and "siege", their movements were still quite efficient.

Su Yang's gaze swept across the room like a knife, and the commotion immediately ceased.

"By urgent order from the manor, everyone, follow me back to the manor." His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable force: "Maintain formation on the way, and proceed with utmost silence and speed. With the situation outside the city pressing, the manor will make its own arrangements. Sun Wang, you will cover the rear!"

"Yes, sir!" Sun Wang replied loudly.

"Set off!"

The group quickly left the cloth shop.

The streets were sparsely populated, and many shops had their doors and windows tightly shut. The air was thick with the oppressive atmosphere of an impending storm. Occasionally, a messenger would gallop by on horseback, the rapid hooves adding to the tension.

Upon returning to the Huang residence, a chilling atmosphere immediately enveloped them.

On the east side of the mansion, the original open space has been leveled and compacted to create a temporary drill ground.

At this moment, no fewer than three hundred people had gathered on the training ground, all of them newly recruited guards of the Huang family.

Most of them were dressed in uniform dark-colored tight-fitting clothes or short-sleeved outfits that allowed for movement, with swords at their waists. Although they did not wear the heavy armor of a regular army, everyone had a solemn expression, their ranks were orderly, and they had a fierce and valiant air about them.

Su Yang ordered Sun Wang to lead the cloth shop guards to line up in the designated area, while he was led through the crowd to the front of the training ground.

The terrain here is slightly higher. Huang Shiyun, dressed in a brocade robe with a dark cloak for easy movement, stood with his hands behind his back.

Yang Yunxing stood by his side, his hand on his sword, his eyes sharp as he scanned the assembled troops.

The rising sun illuminated the tense faces of the crowd.

Upon seeing Su Yang arrive, Yang Yunxing nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

Once everyone was present and the room was quiet, Huang Shiyun stepped forward, his voice carrying clearly throughout the room: "Ladies and gentlemen!"

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"Du Fuwei, the bandit chieftain of Jianghuai, has invaded our Jingling, and his vanguard is already close! This city is our foundation, and we cannot afford to lose it! Master Fang of Duba Manor has ordered the entire city to unite against the enemy. Our Huang family has been nurtured by our hometown for generations, and in this time of crisis, we have an unshirkable duty! We must not tarnish the prestige of our Huang family that has been built up over decades!"

His gaze swept across the audience, especially lingering on the faces of Su Yang, Wang Tiezhu, and several other team members.

"I hereby order you all, under the command of Instructor Yang Yunxing, to immediately proceed to the West City to assist in the defense of the city walls! The place you guard is the face of the Huang family! I want you to—defend it, defend it as solid as an iron wall! Fight it, fight it with the courage of a tiger!"

Let those rioting soldiers know that there are brave men in Jingling, and no cowards in the Huang family!

"Instructor Yang!" He turned his head.

"Your subordinate is here!" Yang Yunxing clasped his hands in greeting.

"These three hundred men are entrusted to you. You are in charge of coordinating things in the west city and must work together with the garrison."

Huang Shiyun spoke in a deep voice.

"Yes! I will certainly live up to your trust, sir!"

Yang Yunxing solemnly replied.

"good!"

Huang Shiyun gave one last look at the silent but determined team below the stage: "I hope you will fight bravely and uphold the prestige of the Huang family! Let's go!"

"Set off!!"

Yang Yunxing turned around, drew his longsword, and pointed it forward.

Led by Yang Yunxing, the team moved out of the training ground like a silent torrent, heading rapidly towards the west city wall.

Su Yang walked at the front of his column, exchanging glances with Wang Tiezhu, Zhao Daqi, and several other familiar squad leaders beside him. They nodded slightly to each other, everything understood without words. What followed was a life of constant danger; whether they lived or died, whether they distinguished themselves or perished, depended on their own abilities and fate.

As dawn breaks, on the western city wall.

Su Yang, accompanied by more than twenty guards, stood behind the crenellations of the city wall next to the "Zhen"-marked arrow tower.

The green brick walls beneath our feet are four zhang high. Outside the walls are the moat and wilderness, while inside are rows of houses. The air is filled with dust and the smell of rust, and there is a sense of tension everywhere.

Regular soldiers were carrying arrows and stones, their footsteps and panting mixed together.

Not far away, Yang Yunxing was quietly demarcating defense zones with a military captain, gesturing with his fingers.

Su Yang did not participate in the discussion, but pressed his hand on the wall brick and gazed into the distance. On the distant horizon, dust writhed like yellow dragons, and Du Fuwei's army was approaching, with the leading scouts already barely visible as small black dots.

"It's finally here."

He muttered to himself, feeling no fear, only calm and anticipation.

This bloody battlefield is the best crucible for proving strength and seizing resources.

Deep within the Huang mansion, candlelight flickered in a secret room.

Huang Shiyun's gloomy face flickered between light and shadow. In front of him lay a small clump of blood-stained animal hair, which was the hair from Night Stalker's body.

The air felt thick and oppressive.

"Grey Shadow and Nightstalker are both dead?"

Huang Shiyun's voice was hoarse, each word squeezed out from between his teeth. His carefully trained tracking weasel, with a sense of smell that could reach ten miles, had failed to return alive.

"Kill Fei Jianhua, seize the Blood Lotus, and kill the Ghost-Faced Weasel!"

"Who is it?"

Huang Shiyun paced back and forth, his mind racing through the Jingling forces: wealthy merchants wouldn't dare, would it be the Pengliang Society? Or perhaps rival sects were cleaning house?

His chaotic thoughts troubled him.

With Du Fuwei besieging the city from the outside and powerful enemies lurking from within, Fei Jianhua's connection was severed, the whereabouts of the Blood Lotus Guide were unknown, and there was no way to explain things to the Lotus Envoy.

"master."

Huang Chengzong, a trusted confidant, quietly appeared and said, "Instructor Yang has already led his guards to the west city. Du Fuwei's vanguard has set up camp ten miles away and is driving out refugees to serve as cannon fodder."

"understood."

Huang Shiyun waved the butler away, stared at the hair, and gritted his teeth, muttering, "No matter who you are, as long as you're still in Jingling, I don't believe you can hide forever! Once we get through this, I'll drag you out and tear you to pieces!"