Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 165: Great Master Zen Robe and Iron Floating Guards

"Boom rumble..."

On the official road leading to Bazhou Prefecture and Jingjiang Prefecture, hundreds of golden-armored cavalry galloped past with great momentum, raising clouds of dust that lingered in the air.

The horses were Western Region demon horses wearing armor and sporting a single horn. They had flowing manes, swift hooves, and could cover ten zhang in an instant.

The soldiers were dressed in uniformly excellent golden light armor, silver helmets, and carried black iron spears. They were around 15 or 16 years old, all at the fifth rank of the Realm. Each of them had slightly protruding sideburns and cold, bloodthirsty eyes, filled with the killing intent of the battlefield, without a trace of pretense.

Jiang Clan's Iron Floating Guards—

Selected from the orphans of the 100,000 Western Region Zhou soldiers, they were raised from a young age. In the end, only 2,000 were chosen, making them the private guards of the Jiang Clan who would never hesitate to rebel.

Five hundred Iron Floating Guards mobilized at the same time, which hadn't happened in over a decade!

The government offices and cities along the way were all in shock.

The two riders at the front of the cavalry were a man in his forties wearing golden armor and wielding a cold iron dragon-patterned long knife. He had a beard and was none other than the commander of the Iron Floating Guards, the little Great Master, Sheng Lingge. He had three snake scale-like birthmarks on his forehead, indicating his Western Region demon lineage.

The other person was a woman riding a double-horned, blood-eyed demon horse. She was in her early twenties, dressed in a tight black smoke butterfly robe. Her phoenix eyes and delicate features were unparalleled, with fair and smooth skin. Her long hair was tied up in a bun, and her expression was as cold as dead water in deep winter.

Her aura was hidden and restrained, but her casual movements contained thunderous power.

A Half-step Grand Great Master, Chanyi!

"You're seven days late! How is the Crown Prince?" Sheng Lingge's voice was heavy.

"Have you sent a message to the two provincial military offices?" Chanyi's voice seemed to be on a parallel line, making it impossible to detect any emotional fluctuations.

"It has been sent, and the people have arrived!"

Sheng Lingge looked ahead and saw that there were already a thousand riders waiting on both sides of the road. The one leading them was also wearing a golden helmet and iron armor, around fifty years old. He greeted from afar, "I am Li Huaizong, the military governor of Bazhou. I greet Great Master Chanyi and Commander Sheng!"

Sheng Lingge waved his hand, and the five hundred Iron Floating Guards followed orders. The demon horses reared and neighed, intimidating everyone present.

Chanyi lightly lifted the reins of her double-horned demon horse and looked at the approaching person. "Is there any news of the Crown Prince?"

Li Huaizong hesitated for a moment. "It is said that the order from the Zhenwu Commandery has been revoked, but... I have just sent someone to inform the five sects, so the specific whereabouts of the Crown Prince..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was struck hard across the face with a whip.

"How dare you come to greet us when there are no experts in the military of Bazhou? If anything goes wrong, you, Li Huaizong, will bear the consequences and face punishment from the Dowager!" The five hundred Iron Floating Guards had already rushed past.

Li Huaizong, who had been whipped, had no complaints. Instead, a hint of fear appeared in his eyes. He turned around and shouted angrily, "Have all the experts in the military been sent out? What are you all standing around for? Chase after them!"

...

Inside a dilapidated and leaky small tavern.

Xin Zhuo had already eaten seven jin of beef and still wasn't satisfied. He stood his chopsticks in a glass of wine and stopped writing and drawing on the table.

On the table were the words Shaolin, Wudang, Gu Cang, Lingjian, and Heshan.

Countdown to entering the Half-step Grand Great Master: 7 days.

He had been traveling with four Half-step Grand Great Masters for seven or eight days. Although those experts were indeed strong, their Qinggong was slightly weaker, making it difficult for them to catch up to him.

But he didn't dare to rest for too long either. He had to be vigilant at all times to avoid being surrounded. Zhao Ling and the others always managed to catch up to him half an hour later.

What he was most worried about now was the little Great Master who hadn't shown up yet. Even the information from Chen Temple might not be accurate. Were there other experts as well?

But now he had decided to take a risk and do something big to vent his anger!

He picked up his chopsticks and crossed out Shaolin and Wudang, leaving only Heshan, Lingjian, and Gu Cang.

In the past few days on the way, he casually captured dozens of nearby martial arts experts. After careful interrogation and analysis, he eliminated the irrelevant and obtained a conclusion.

Among these three major sects, there are many fifth-rank experts, but there are only three people who have reached the half-step small Great Master level and are being pursued.

His eyes flickered, he created a diversion, and went straight to Yellow Dragon. You guys take the first step, I'll take the fifteenth step.

With a flash, he had already disappeared from the original location.

"Hey!"

The innkeeper, who had been staring at this ragged and dirty young man, hurriedly chased after him and arrived at the table. He saw several pieces of silver coins shaking on the table.

Not having eaten for free, the innkeeper breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the silver coins and weighed them, and couldn't help but frown: "It's a few coins short, these martial artists have no manners!"

Half an hour later, four figures with a powerful aura angrily entered the inn. One of them angrily grabbed the innkeeper's neck and asked, "Did you just see a ragged young man?"

The innkeeper's face was full of fear, trembling as he pointed outside the window: "Ah, yes, he disappeared in an instant!"

"Swoosh—"

The four people also disappeared, and the strong gust of wind knocked over the seasoning table next to them, scattering salt and soy sauce all over the floor.

The innkeeper stood dumbfounded for a while, sighing and cleaning up: "These martial artists completely disregard ethics."

...

The Lingjian Sect was built on a low mountain. After two hundred years of effort from five generations, it now has a total of 116 pavilions.

Among them are the Book Collection Tower, the Scripture Hall, the Martial Arts Arena, the Treasury, the Armory, and so on, all neatly categorized and well-organized.

There are over a thousand disciples in the sect, including Elders, true disciples, Inner Sect disciples, Outer Sect disciples, miscellaneous disciples, servants, as well as transfer power disciples, charitable disciples, construction disciples, relief disciples, and gatekeeping disciples, each with clear responsibilities.

Zhang Feng is both an Inner Sect disciple and a gatekeeping disciple, at the seventh rank. This realm is not considered high, but in the eyes of the martial artists outside who suffer from not having cultivation techniques and face life and death as a common occurrence, it is already quite good.

Moreover, he is only nineteen years old.

At this moment, looking at the three other gatekeeping disciples beside him, Zhang Feng bitterly smiled and said, "I heard that the demonic sect has been causing a lot of trouble recently. My good friend, who is at the eighth rank, had a minor dispute with a disciple of the demonic sect a few days ago and had his legs broken. I'm afraid he can only lie in bed for the rest of his life."

The disciple with a horse-like face across from him shook his head and said, "There are many conflicts and conspiracies in the martial world. It's not something to be taken lightly. It's better for us disciples of the major sects to live a comfortable life!"

Another female disciple said, "This is true. Senior Sister Zhao Li, who is a true disciple, went out a few days ago and seemed to have suffered a lot. Now that she has returned, she can finally get a good night's sleep."

Zhang Feng chuckled, "Let's do our best. Once we reach the sixth rank, we can also be promoted to true disciples, and our income will increase accordingly."

"Hehehe..."

The four of them smiled at each other, and then their smiles gradually disappeared.

A person appeared outside the mountain gate, a ragged young man holding a golden spear in his hand, his eyes emitting an unreadable expression.

Although his realm couldn't be seen, his appearance naturally couldn't be that of someone coming to seek apprenticeship.

"Who dares to trespass into our Lingjian Sect? What do you want?"

The four of them had serious expressions, drew their long swords from their waists, and stared coldly, upholding the dignity of their sect.

"What do I want? To rob!"

The young man sneered, and his peculiar yellow-white True Qi flew towards them.

The four of them intended to resist, but they were frozen by that yellow-white True Qi, feeling their whole bodies go cold and numb, and were then heavily thrown back.

With a dizzy mind, they saw the young man wielding his long spear, carrying a terrifying momentum, and smashing the gate of the Lingjian Sect that had been established for over two hundred years.

Afterwards, his figure flashed and he had already entered the broken gate.

"So even within the sect, it's not safe! What kind of world is this?"

Zhang Feng thought before losing consciousness.

(End of this chapter)