Be Passive In The High Martial World

Chapter 9: As a Cultivator

Chen Kuang closed his eyes and followed behind the black-armored guard, silently counting the number of steps and turns they took.

To be precise... he was being led.

And it wasn't by the shackles on his hands, but by his wrists.

Chen Kuang felt a subtle strangeness in his heart.

This black-armored guard was being a bit too considerate, even intentionally slowing down his pace so that Chen Kuang, who was wearing ankle shackles, could keep up.

It's not that others couldn't have this kind of personality, but when dealing with a lowly enemy prisoner, such an attitude was not "supposed" to be.

The Zhou people were ruthless, and their military discipline was even more severe. Prisoners were just prisoners, and there should be no room for any luck or mercy when dealing with enemies. Otherwise, people like Dong Da would only increase in number.

Actions speak louder than words, and such behavior would affect the morale of the army.

Since they found him so quickly, it proved that Chen Kuang's plan was effective.

The Zhou people were indeed searching for the elixir of immortality, and for some reason, their actions couldn't be exposed, so they kept it a secret.

From the black-armored guard's decisive killing of the two jailers just now, it seemed that Dong Da, who was the first to come into contact with this secret, had already been executed.

As Li Hongling's personal guard... could there really be any extra consideration?

Chen Kuang's heart stirred.

The slender palm covering his wrist... didn't seem like a man's.

"We're here."

The black-armored guard let go of his hand, and his voice, muffled by the heavy face armor, was not very clear, as if it had its own sound mixing.

We're here? That was too fast...

Was the camp of the black-armored army really that close to the dungeon?

"No need to waste your energy."

The black-armored guard looked at the calm blind musician in front of him and said indifferently,

"I brought you here with the leaping technique. The paths you remember don't exist."

Chen Kuang: "..."

Well, being seen through in the world of martial arts is my fate, I understand that.

But I didn't feel any difference between walking on flat ground and using lightness skills. Isn't this lightness skill a bit too unfair?

Speaking of which, no wonder they had to hold my wrist...

Chen Kuang took two steps forward and reached out to touch the door curtain of the tent.

Inside the tent came a hoarse and sharp female voice:

"Qingcuo? Are all the people dead? Then let Vice Captain Xiao arrange a new batch of jailers."

"Yes."

The black-armored guard nodded and turned to leave.

Chen Kuang walked in.

He closed his eyes, but strangely, he could vaguely sense the obstacles around him.

Most of the memories belonging to the original body were pitch black, with only sounds and faint changes in light and shadow. Therefore, Chen Kuang originally thought that it wouldn't have much impact on him.

But it wasn't until he closed his eyes to simulate the state of a blind person that he realized he was very adaptable.

This was also a good thing. If he were to fight someone in the dark in the future, it would definitely be advantageous.

The Zhou army had been stationed here for quite some time, and the tents were very well built. The ground was covered with carpets, and there were tables and chairs placed in the middle, even with dragon brain incense burning.

Li Hongling, with her big sword and golden horse, sat casually in the upper position, watching Chen Kuang walk to the center and then being forced to kneel down by two black-armored guards.

She raised her eyes, her gaze crimson: "I heard that you said Su Yu once gave a pill to a Yuezheng of the Supreme Frequency Temple?"

Chen Kuang took the opportunity to bow down, lowering his head to avoid being seen through.

"Yes... I heard it with my own ears."

"Su Yu has been obsessed with alchemy for more than ten years, seeking immortality everywhere, almost going crazy. All for the sake of immortality. Tell me, why did he give a pill to a mere Yuezheng?"

"Le Zheng was exceptionally skilled in playing the qin during his lifetime and had a close relationship with the late emperor. He was often bestowed with some personal items..."

"Not enough."

Li Hongling suddenly raised a finger and shook it, staring at Chen Kuang, emphasizing each word:

"I think this reason is still not enough."

"I'll give you three chances. If you can't convince me, then I will consider it an attempt to deceive me."

The tall and intimidating female general slowly stood up, almost reaching the top of the tent. Like a mountain covered in black scales, she stood tall and imposing, exuding a fierce aura.

The female general reached back and grabbed a long handle.

"Click."

The ground made a cracking sound as a nearly three-meter-long giant halberd was deeply inserted into the ground, easily lifted by her with one hand.

She was not sitting on a chair, but rather on that long halberd!

This halberd was called "Juxing Chenyuan," made entirely of Xuan iron, weighing five hundred kilograms. It didn't even require any Divine Ability; just smashing with it could kill someone.

Chen Kuang fell silent for a moment.

"I am indeed lying."

"One sentence."

"Luo Lezheng is just a local gentry who entered the palace by donating money. He has only been learning to play the qin for three years and is just pretending to be skilled. The late emperor rarely summoned him, so how could he be rewarded with elixirs?"

"Two sentences."

Chen Kuang curved his mouth.

"I know what you are looking for... The one who received the reward of elixirs is not Luo Lezheng, but me."

"Three... Boom!"

Suddenly, the massive mountain collapsed, and a huge shadow engulfed the top.

Juxing Chenyuan was lifted by Li Hongling, swung forward, creating a gust of wind and thunder, displacing the surrounding air, and fiercely smashing towards Chen Kuang's face.

If Chen Kuang were to describe it, he felt as if he had seen a mud truck being thrown by a gorilla.

His pupils contracted, his scalp tightened, and his heart raced. He felt the powerful wind pressing against his face, almost squeezing out the remaining air in his chest.

The next second, Li Hongling's figure was even faster than the giant halberd.

She suddenly appeared in front of Chen Kuang, raised her right arm horizontally, and opened her hand to catch Juxing Chenyuan in mid-air.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, the airflow scattered, blowing away the tent curtains.

The two black-armored guards even took half a step back.

Chen Kuang was pressed down by Li Hongling with her other hand on the ground, motionless, but his face was extremely pale.

Li Hongling coldly said, "Then what makes you worthy?"

Chen Kuang struggled to breathe and said, "Because I am a practitioner who has opened the eighth aperture."

Well... originally, it was only the ninth aperture that was opened.

Just now, under the pressure of Li Hongling's momentum, the spiritual energy that was originally flowing slowly in his meridians was stimulated and directly broke through the barrier of the already fragile eighth aperture.

Li Hongling narrowed her eyes, and her hand pressed against Chen Kuang, directly probing his Entering Spirit Qi.

Chen Kuang felt as if there was an invisible foreign object forcefully entering his body, disregarding the desperate resistance and screams of his meager spiritual energy, freely exploring inside him, stirring up chaos in that pool of water...

And then it abruptly withdrew.

Li Hongling let go of her hand, her eyes still filled with disbelief.

"So what if you're a practitioner? There are experts around Su Yu as well."

Combining his own memories and the information he obtained from Chu Wenruo, Chen Kuang closed his eyes and said in a deep voice,

"The practitioners on Lingtai Mountain live in seclusion and rarely appear. The late emperor didn't even consider them his own people. Within the imperial city, the officials dressed brightly but harbored sinister intentions. The royal family is incompetent, and there are no capable subordinates."

"Only someone like me, who is lowly and has no one to rely on, can be completely manipulated by him."

(End of this chapter)