Chapter 118 - 114: The Martial Saint of the World

Three days later.

Outside Huanwen County, a large group of troops assembled.

Three carriages, along with hundreds of escorting soldiers, formed a grand procession.

"Halt! What are you doing?"

"We are subordinates of Mr. Chen."

"I know, so why are you following us?"

"Can we go together?"

"No."

At the city gate.

Hundreds of soldiers looked at the caravan, unsure of what to do.

For Zhao Kang, Wang Li, Zhu Tong, and others, after numerous bloody battles, they had already regarded Chen Sansi as their mainstay. If truly left behind, they would probably not even know what to do each day.

Li Qianzong, the one in charge of the escort, refused without hesitation: "No means no."

"Qianzong, can’t you make an exception?"

Chen Sansi personally came forward to plead: "I am preparing to go to the Eight Camps Selected Point. Even if I don’t rank well in the Selected Point, I’ll still be a low-level general. I’ll need some people under me, and I’ll continue to use them without taking any soldiers from Liangzhou."

"Mr. Chen."

Li Qianzong said helplessly, "It’s not that I can’t make an exception, but the rules are the rules. They all are soldiers under the flag of the Commanding Department from An Ding Prefecture. Now that the battle is over, they should return to stand by. How can they just leave whenever they want? Wouldn’t that create chaos?"

"Qianzong, I remember there are vacancies in the Liangzhou Guard Station, right?"

Sun Li hurried over upon hearing this: "Why not transfer them to the Liangzhou Guard Station?"

"My dear Miss."

Li Qianzong gave a bitter smile: "Why are you pressing me too? Even if they are transferred, shouldn’t there be a procedure?"

Chen Sansi felt a headache coming on.

He knew that the other party was not intentionally making things difficult.

It was truly against the rules.

But he really couldn’t bear to leave behind this group of men.

These were the first soldiers he had led. Now they all had "Sinking Formation Death Will" on them. If truly left behind, he couldn’t bear it.

"Otherwise..."

Chen Sansi looked at everyone: "You return to Po Yang first and wait for me? I’ll strive to get good results at the Selected Point and then find a way to transfer you. It’ll be at most half a year; I promise I will definitely get you transferred."

"..."

Everyone exchanged glances.

"Let them go together."

Just as everyone was even preparing for a temporary farewell, an attendant pushing a wooden wheelchair appeared, with a middle-aged scholar in a green robe sitting on it, holding a Scroll Book in his hand.

"General Fang!"

"Greetings to General Fang!"

Though clearly a disabled scholar, Li Qianzong and others greeted him respectfully upon seeing him.

"Fourth Brother!"

Sun Buqi’s eyes lit up as he rushed forward: "You, how come you are here?"

Fang Qingyun smiled: "Of course, to take you and Miss Ri home."

"Where’s my father?"

Sun Buqi looked around: "Did he come?"

"He came, then left."

Fang Qingyun spoke calmly: "He is very busy, but this time he actually looked at you in a new light."

"My father saw me killing enemies?"

Sun Buqi asked eagerly and excitedly: "What did Dad say about me?"

Fang Qingyun said with a smile: "Master said, although you are not up to much, you still have a bit of hot-blood."

"Is that it?"

Sun Buqi felt that wasn’t really a compliment.

Isn’t that still not up to much?

"General Fang."

Li Qianzong said with some confusion: "You just said you were taking them with you? Isn’t that against the rules?"

"I wrote the petition seven days ago, and I just received a reply today. Qianzong, take a look."

Fang Qingyun produced a transfer order: "From today onwards, these people are part of the Eight Camps, to be temporarily placed under my Azure Dragon Camp for duties, to be arranged later."

Eight Camps, Azure Dragon Camp?

Feng Yong, Zhao Kang, and others exchanged incredulous looks.

They were just hoping that they could enter the Liangzhou Guard Station and continue serving under Chen Sansi, but how did they suddenly end up in the Eight Camps?

Everyone had heard.

In the Eight Camps, even if one was just doing logistical chores, the ordinary Supplemental Medicines were plentiful!

Doesn’t this mean they were like phoenixes rising to the top of the trees?

"Thank you, General!"

Chen Sansi sincerely gave a fist salute: "Chen Sansi remembers this kindness!"

This person said he had written the petition seven days ago, which means he had been ready since the day they crossed the river.

"No need to be polite, Younger Brother."

Fang Qingyun also returned the fist salute with a warm smile: "My surname is Fang, given name Qingyun. If you don’t mind, just call me Elder Brother."

Chen Sansi immediately said: "Thank you, Brother Fang!"

"So you’re the Phoenix?"

From a distance, Xu Wencai rushed over excitedly, bowing deeply: "My surname is Xu, given name Wencai, styled Wo Long. I have long admired your reputation!"

"?"

A question mark appeared above everyone’s heads.

"What a thick-skinned fellow!"

Xu Bin stared with wide eyes: "Your self-bestowed stylistic name, can it be the same as one respectfully addressed by others based on prestige?"

Liu Jinkui hastily shouted: "Old man, come back here, don’t embarrass us!"

They had finally gotten the chance to go to Liangzhou together and feared that the old scholar might accidentally offend General Fang, which could result in others dismissing them on a whim.

"Oh?"

Fang Qingyun looked at the shabby old scholar in front of him, ten years his senior, not feeling insulted but instead quite interested: "You are Wo Long, and I am Phoenix. It seems to say that our meeting here is a significant destiny."

"Mr. Fang!"

Xu Wencai rarely spoke solemnly, "Honestly, although I am called Wo Long, I am aware of my shallow talents and virtues and have many areas where I would like to consult with Mr. Fang."

"Good."

Fang Qingyun cheerfully said, "After we set off later, you can join me in my carriage. It might turn out to be me asking for your advice! Chen, has everyone arrived?"

"One is still missing."

Chen Sansi looked back towards the end of the line.

"Old Six, Old Six, stop hiding."

Fang Qingyun shook his head, "Come out."

Wang Zhi, who had barely recovered from a severe injury, stepped out with his head lowered, his eyes darting around apprehensively, "Can I, can I also go?"

"Why not?"

Fang Qingyun retorted, "What do you think kept you alive with such severe injuries?"

"Is it Master?"

Wang Zhi’s body trembled, nearly falling to his knees, "Is he not angry with me anymore?"

"He’s definitely still angry. Who told you to attack the city with the entire Xuanwu Camp just for the sake of ’loyalty’, leading to so many unnecessary casualties?"

Fang Qingyun sighed, "But that doesn’t mean he will cut all ties with you. Follow brother Sansi for now. When the old man is in a better mood, I’ll plead your case."

"Brother Four, your leg..."

Wang Zhi looked at the lower half of the green-robed scholar, concerned, "In Longqing fifty-seven years, where were you? I didn’t see you for a whole year. They said you were about to breakthrough Martial Saint, how did you end up like this, even giving up martial arts for the literati, referred to as what? ’Phoenix Chick’."

"Let’s not bring up the past."

Fang Qingyun’s smile was tinged with bitterness, "Now that everyone is here, let’s set off."

"Let’s go—"

Li Qianzong waved his hand grandly.

The procession of thousands set off mightily.

Moreover, since Li Qianzong and others were from the Eight Camps, carrying the banners of the Eight Camps, in the Northwest Three States, no one dared to provoke them, and the way was unobstructed.

Chen Sansi did not ride in a carriage.

He let Xu Bin’s wife and Sister Lan take the carriage since she had just given birth, and after enduring more than a month of convalescence she was still weak, plus she needed to breastfeed, making it inconvenient to walk with the main group.

Speaking of which, Xu Bin’s daughter turned out to be quite adorable.

The name given by Xu Wencai, "Xu Yuhuan", was indeed a bit familiar...

Furthermore.

Out of gratitude for this period, Xu Bin insisted on having Chen Sansi become the godfather to his daughter.

"Xu Bin, you shameless, just like Fatty Wang!"

Zhao Kang directly cursed, "You think this is gratitude, you just want to take advantage of the situation! If Mr. Chen becomes a Great General in the future, imagine how high you can climb!"

"Exactly."

Xiong Qiuan, covered in bandages, added, "Really shameless, typical of someone brought out by Wang Zhi."

Wang Zhi angrily retorted, "Damn it, insult me all you want, but why drag me into this?!"

Xu Bin turned red with shame, utterly embarrassed.

"Alright, Brother Bin."

Chen Sansi readily agreed, "I’ll be this uncle for Yu Huan."

"This..."

Xu Bin, realizing the impropriety, said, "Sir, nevermind."

"I’ve already agreed, and now you say nevermind? Are you taking me for a fool?"

Chen Sansi joked, "That settles it then, now I also have a daughter."

"Good, good."

Xu Bin was beaming, "When Yu Huan learns to talk, I’ll teach her to call me godfather first, without a godfather, she and her mother would have died in the crowd long ago!"

Thus, the godfather relationship was established.

It left the rest green with envy.

Feng Yong hurriedly shouted, "Mr. Chen, I have a daughter too!"

"Go to hell, Feng Yong, your daughter is too old, she’d be more suited as Mr. Chen’s concubine."

"Get lost..."

"Hahahaha—"

The group bantered and laughed, never bothering to count the days they traveled.

During these days, Xu Wencai visited Fang Qingyun’s carriage at the same time each day, seemingly gaining a lot.

Good things.

The old scholar was undoubtedly skilled, and he wouldn’t fail in critical moments, but limited by his background, there was so much he lacked. With guidance from a general of the Eight Camps, his capabilities would surely improve greatly.

Speaking of which.

This Brother Fang really had no airs about him.

Just like Sun Li and Sun Buqi.

Anyone personally trained by Supervisor Sun generally wasn’t irritating.

"Wang Zhi."

Chen Sansi approached, "You mentioned that Brother Fang almost broke through to Martial Saint before?"

"Yes."

Wang Zhi nodded, "He was the first among our fellow disciples to touch the threshold of Martial Saint, but during the invasion of Nanxu Country in Longqing fifty-seven years, he disappeared. When he returned, he became like this, truly unfortunate.

"Now in the Eight Camps, it seems only the eldest brother is a Martial Saint, and recently one younger brother also reached the threshold..."

Chen Sansi asked, "In this world, how many Martial Saints are there?"

"Fifteen years ago, not many, just three to five."

Wang Zhi carefully counted and replied, "But ever since I left the Eight Camps, there’s been a surge, and now, they say there are dozens of Martial Saints around the world, not just in the court but including several major sects.

"Of course, those above Martial Saint are still few.

"My master, he is definitely the strongest."

"That many more?"

Chen Sansi temporarily couldn’t reach such a high realm.

But he also knew that something unusual must be brewing.

Longqing fifty-seven years.

Fang Qingyun returned disabled.

That same year, Supervisor Sun broke above Martial Saint.

Martial Saints exploded across the world.

That year, apart from the annihilation of Xuanwu Camp, there must have been other significant events.