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Chapter 168 Homecoming

In dire straits, he led his loyal and brave personal guards to nine victories in nine battles, carving a bloody path through the enemy ranks. This frightened the enemy commander into fleeing, causing his army to collapse and its morale to crumble. The enemy then treated the enemy troops like cattle and sheep, slaughtering them with their spears.

Qi Shasheng is incredibly strong; his strength far surpasses that of ordinary grandmasters.

If I'm going to learn, I'll learn this marksmanship.

Is this a master-level spear technique? Judging from how it kills masters of the same level as chickens, calling it a half-step martial saint wouldn't be an exaggeration, would it?

Yang Silang didn't notice.

In fact, the images shown on the Mirage Demon scroll were initially blurry, with large groups of black-armored soldiers appearing as blurry shadows, and even the personal guards charging behind Qi Shasheng were indistinct.

It all started with Qi Shasheng charging through the mountains and into the enemy formation.

Yang Silang paid close attention and unknowingly activated his spiritual perception. A slight fluctuation of soul power emanated, triggering an unknown change on the scroll.

The battlefield scene began to become vast and clear, and the figures of countless soldiers became clear as well.

As for Qi Shasheng, who charged into the enemy lines on horseback, he practically burst out of the scroll with his spear and horse.

His body radiated an invincible fighting spirit, which mingled with his blood and qi, soaring into the sky like a pillar!

Yang Silang felt as if he had been pulled into a scroll and watched a thrilling battle, personally witnessing Qi Shasheng's bravery in leading his army!

He suspected that when Master Qi threw his last pistol at the general surnamed Long, it was already his limit.

Later, when he took control of the battlefield, he didn't even mention his own big gun. Instead, he took a light rifle and stopped fighting himself. He would point the rifle and his personal guards, filled with murderous intent, would rush forward, and the enemy would flee in terror like rabbits.

Huh?

It smells burnt?

Yang Silang then noticed that the mirage-shaped leather scroll on the wall had caught fire.

He hurriedly rang the copper bell to summon his two elder brothers, Confucius and Mencius.

When Confucius and Mencius appeared, they were quite surprised to see the wall covered in charred black soot.

Why would a master-level martial arts technique cause the mirage demon's scroll to spontaneously combust?

"I heard from the senior that only when the true meaning of martial arts is solidified and becomes too intense will the mirage demon's leather scroll be unable to withstand it and spontaneously combust."

"Only martial arts techniques at the Martial Saint level possess such imposing fist intent, which requires the Seven Star Illusion Demon Skin to be recorded and produced."

"That's not right. If the mirage demon's skin couldn't withstand it, then how was the recording done?"

"Never mind that. I checked, and this scroll wasn't made in this dynasty; it's from the previous one. We're not even sure if the leather is from a mirage."

"The tower was observed more than two hundred times before it was opened. No demon could withstand such torment, so it's normal for it to burn down."

"Report this to your superiors immediately and tell them to prepare for a new one."

Confucius and Mencius patted their chests and said that according to procedure, they would handle the matter.

Yang Silang has a waist token, and he observed martial arts according to the proper procedures. The process was completely compliant, and the scroll spontaneously combusting had nothing to do with him. You can rest assured.

Since Confucius and Mencius patted their chests and said it was nothing,

Yang Silang simply stayed in the room. Although the walls were burned bare, he had already memorized the techniques on the scroll, so he decided to look through the records of past practitioners.

Such unparalleled spear skills must have produced many famous fighting generals, right?

When he checked the records, he was dumbfounded.

"The Martial Arts Hall accepts all sorts of trash. A bunch of line drawings fighting—is this what you call a visualization diagram? Where's the killing gun?"

"I suspect I'm seeing things. I'm seeing a bunch of white lines hitting black ink blobs. Can anyone tell me, is that huge, gourd-shaped mass of white lines the master of the killing spear I'm supposed to visualize?"

"I can see it more clearly, but all I see is one person and one horse dominating a bunch of line-like figures. I think I could do it too."

"Liar, I've practiced those nine killing spear techniques and even achieved man and horse as one. But when I went to the battlefield, the enemy pushed me back. Let alone fighting nine of them, I couldn't even beat one. This grandmaster's manual is trash, too weak."

"Don't practice, don't practice, you'll regret it if you do."

Yang Silang couldn't believe his eyes. He flipped through the records again to make sure he hadn't mixed them up with the notebooks from other training rooms.

He touched his chin.

"Wait a minute, why didn't they see it..."

"I understand now. I was observing the picture with my eyes while also using my spiritual sense to observe it silently."

"What I saw was not just what my eyes saw, but what my intuition saw. I was just too focused on it and ignored that."

"I've heard that some people are born with martial spirit and strong mental fortitude. Such geniuses may be able to perceive the true killing intent of a spear while viewing a painting, without relying on their intuition."

He has recently been practicing both Taoist and martial arts, and has become accustomed to observing the outside world from both spiritual and physical perspectives.

"The Killing Gun" was recommended by his grandmother, so he naturally took it seriously. While observing the picture, he subconsciously used his spiritual senses and accidentally experienced the true meaning of the gun.

The reel has burned out.

He was now unsure whether the various scenes he saw on the scroll, including Qi Shasheng's defeat of the nine grandmasters, were embellished by his own imagination under the influence of his martial arts intent, or were actually recorded on the scroll.

Regardless, he had clearly remembered the indomitable fighting spirit that Qi Shasheng displayed when he charged into the fray.

That fist intent was wild, arrogant, and invincible—no matter how vast the world is, I have one spear to satisfy you.

Simply memorizing it is one thing, but cultivating the essence of this fist technique is quite difficult.

Because each unique skill is created by the creator by combining their own experiences and psychological factors to create a unique skill that is most suitable for them.

Therefore, the essence of boxing is also the most suitable for one's state of mind. Later generations learn its spirit rather than its form, and even if they develop a similar essence, there will always be some differences.

Yang Silang left the Martial Arts Tower and was still lost in thought while riding on Daqing.

Grandma Tianjing found a treasure for herself!

"The Killing Spear" emphasizes intent over technique. The techniques are ordinary, and without the intent of the fist, it cannot unleash its true power. However, conversely, once the intent of the spear is grasped, its power is earth-shattering.

In "Eight-Armed Spear," the intention precedes the technique, and while the intent of the fist is important, mastery of the techniques is even more crucial.

"Shadowless Gun" is a cult classic, where victory is achieved through extreme risks. While the intent and techniques of the fist are important, the timing of the strike and the choice of the opponent are the most crucial factors.

Scorching sun.

Only half a day had passed at this point.

Yang Silang looked up at the sky, where a few clouds drifted by. He squinted, wondering how much of the killing intent he could cultivate with his spear technique.

Such marksmanship requires honing on the battlefield, navigating through piles of corpses, and experiencing several life-or-death battles before it can be mastered.

I don't have the means right now, but I wonder if I can visualize this fierce general by adopting the method of converting barbarians to my own?

However, this person is neither a deity like She Nu or Shu Miaosheng, who could make him convert to worship Ruyi Tianzun and become a supplicant. He has been dead for hundreds of years. Even if his soul was still alive when he died in battle, it must have been reduced to ashes by now.

He was not a god. Although his brother was fierce, he was not fierce enough to be recorded in history, surpass all other generals, and to be worshipped as a god by later generations.

Yang Silang was not quite sure if he could visualize the respectable and admirable demeanor of this master using the Ruyi Tianzun Sutra.

"Give it a try..."

"At least master nine moves first."

"The Dragon Soaring and Wind-Treading Technique can make man and horse become one. Daqing and I will start practicing it first."

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Time flies.

The autumn wind is blowing, and summer is passing by in a hurry.

Yang Silang stood with his hands behind his back at the bow of the boat, looking at the surging river, and his somewhat depressed mood seemed to lighten up a bit.

Wang Daniu, leading Daqing behind him, instructed the boatman to take good care of the donkey.

The care standards are simple: they eat better than humans, and they don't live under the deck with the livestock; they have to stay in a separate room.

The boat captain looked troubled.

Wang Daniu slapped a silver ingot across the boat, and the boatman's face immediately brightened. He snatched the reins from Daniu's hand, and led Daqing around like he was leading a noblewoman by the hand, scurrying off to book another private room.

"Fourth Brother," Wang Dani wiped the sweat from his face, "everything is settled."

"Daqing has a place to stay and food. I packed two sacks of stones in my pocket for my aunt. That should be enough for her to eat when she goes back to her hometown."

Three months have passed in the blink of an eye.

Fortunately, the martial arts academy couldn't recruit enough new students this season, so Yang Silang had some free time.

The reason why they couldn't recruit enough people was simple: Jiangdong Province had also fallen into chaos.

Several rebel kings from neighboring provinces, as if by prior arrangement, each sent troops of varying sizes into Jiangdong Province. Today they attacked county towns, tomorrow they massacred villages, causing widespread panic.

Although no county or prefectural capital has been captured yet, the atmosphere in the province has indeed become tense, with troops being replenished and supplies being inspected.

Of course, the martial arts school business was booming, and the chamber of commerce also saw a surge in the trading of military supplies, presenting a bizarrely prosperous scene.

The new students at the martial arts academy were mainly officers' servants and soldiers who had made meritorious contributions. They were all busy training in their camps, so they didn't have time to attend the academy.

Yang Silang simply asked the head instructor for leave to go back to Gongzhou Prefecture to visit relatives, since he had nothing else to do anyway.

As for whether or not to bring them all to the provincial capital.

Yang Silang hesitated.

He attended three more gatherings of independent cultivators in the past three months. Thirteen Fragrances has already died, killed in a pursuit by a patrol team from a powerful family.

In short, the identity of a rogue cultivator is both sensitive and dangerous, and this danger is likely to spill over to those around them.

For example, Yang Silang made Wang Daniu stay at the Hanshan Martial Arts School more often.

In that small courtyard, She Nu could handle all the washing and cleaning, Da Qing was more than capable of guarding the house, and Shu Miao Sheng Dao Xiu was weak, but he was just right to take care of his little aunt.

However, if it were a peaceful year in Gongzhou Prefecture, it would be fine. But in Jiangdong Province, undercurrents are surging and things don't seem peaceful. What if it gets harassed by bandits?

Although it seems like they can't win in the short term, there are no fixed rules in warfare, and who can predict what will happen on the battlefield?

Hearing that among the neighboring states of Shun, only the State of Zhou is currently under the reign of a wise ruler and enjoys peace, Yang Silang even considered sending his entire family to the State of Zhou to settle down.

But going abroad and settling down are all troublesome matters, and you also have to be wary of being exploited by local bullies, so for now it's just a thought.

That wasn't all that bothered him.

Furthermore, progress in spearmanship has been slow.

A thought flashed through Yang Silang's mind, and the light screen displayed.

That wasn't all that bothered him.

Furthermore, progress in spearmanship has been slow.

A thought flashed through Yang Silang's mind, and the light screen displayed.

[Skill: Killing Spear (Flawed), practice three times a day, can be mastered in one hundred days, progress: 100/100]

[Skill: Dragon Soaring Through the Wind, Progress: 1000/1000]

The Dragon Soaring and Wind-Treading Technique truly lives up to its reputation as a master-level martial art that combines man and horse into one, requiring a thousand days to master; previously, the Five Elements Force only required nine hundred days, demonstrating that its difficulty surpasses even that of the Five Elements Force.

This involves understanding the habits of the mount, and ideally, the two should be in sync and have a deep emotional bond, etc.

Yang Silang and Daqing couldn't do that, but he could make Daqing completely obedient to him and have no opinions of its own. In addition, after successfully using the "Transforming the Barbarians into Myself" technique, he could control the demonic energy on Daqing as easily as using his own limbs.

Therefore, he mastered the "human-rider unity" technique in just three months, which can be considered a kind of unorthodox cultivation.

As for the progress of the Killing Spear technique, Yang Silang was mainly frustrated by it. How could a spear technique that he had only mastered in a hundred days have any great power?

He first tried to meditate and use his spiritual power to create and visualize a gun god named Qi Shasheng, but unsurprisingly, he failed.