?56: Chapter 50 Youthful Spirits (Third Update) 56: Chapter 50 Youthful Spirits (Third Update) The martial artist’s aura soared to the skies, stirring the red flames above the firmament, dyeing the thick sea of clouds with shades of crimson.

    Yue Qianfeng stood on the mountain peak, yet contrary to what the court officials speculated, he did not directly charge into the city.

    With the strength of the number one infantry warrior in South Chen, if he were to breach Guan Yi City,

    in close combat, few could stop him.

    He would be like a sharp spear, forcefully carving into the heart of Chen Country, striking directly at Jiangzhou City, a mere two hundred li away.

    In such a case, it would be like a ferocious tiger descending upon the mortal world, instilling fear even in the officials of the Capital City.

    But he couldn’t do that.

    Yue Qianfeng, holding a jar of liquor, stood watching the common folk within the city, their world of mundane pleasures now thrown into disarray upon hearing Yue Qianfeng’s roar.

    He averted his gaze, tilted his neck back, and drank the cheap liquor—one coin per cup, three pints per jar.

    These were his comrades-in-arms, whom they fought to protect at all costs, even if it meant death in battle.

    How could he then turn his own weapon against them?

    As a master martial artist like him, even without a Divine Weapon in hand, an enraged attack from a single person could easily cause the death and injury of tens of thousands.

    Under his fist power, who would perish?

    Who’s father, who’s child, who’s daughter, who’s dearly beloved?

    He lifted the liquor jar, tilted his head back, and drank the fiery alcohol.

    The captured fugitives, trembling with fear, eventually dashed towards three of the city’s gates under his gaze, leaving just one gate untouched.

    These fugitives had Red Dragon Energy within them and did not wish to experience the consequences of harming the common folk.

    Those who were unwilling to cooperate were dispatched with a single punch to the head by the Big man, their skulls bursting like smashed watermelons.

    When killing these fugitives, the murderous intent in Yue Qianfeng’s eyes was cold, as though looking at a corpse, far more terrifying than these desperate criminals.

    As these fugitives rushed toward the three city gates, creating chaos,

    the Ancestor Elder Council entered the city with composure amidst the last remnants of the people.

    The giant of the Mo School and Siming of the Yin Yang Family were waiting there.

    And the key was not these fugitives, but Yue Qianfeng, the rebel who could draw the attention of all the strong men, nobles, and aristocratic families in the entire city, allowing Elder Zu to enter the city safely and complete the final link in the rescue of General Yue.

    That was the strategy.

    How could a famous general of the land be a fool who doesn’t know how to employ tactics?

    From the beginning when he defected from the Yue Family Army, his goal was just that.

    Even if the ultimate outcome is that he falls here.

    Yue Qianfeng grimaced and whispered in his heart:

    The Yue Family Army, harm not the common folk.

    The border war general, disturb not the citizens.

    I am your war general.

    Upholding the utmost loyalty.

    Brothers who lived and died together, if I, old Yue, die here, I’ll take on the burden of the traitor’s crimes.

    Thus the border comrades may live in safety.

    Then he drained the liquor, placed the waist card of the Yue Family Army next to the fine wine, and whispered softly, “Great General, please watch as I continue to charge into battle.

    You brought me from a mountain bandit to the right path, granting me this grand reputation.

    Today, I return everything to you.”

    “This life, this martial bravery, and this title.”

    Boom!!!!

    He gripped two battle halberds, hurling them with fierce might, his martial power stirred his Inner Qi, transforming Primordial Qi into flames.

    In this moment, the Dharma Form seemed to manifest through the flames, two fire dragons crossing ten li.

    Then they crashed mightily onto the city gates.

    The huge crossbows mounted atop the city walls by the Mo School were shattered in an instant, the city gates, five inches thick, were broken to pieces, and the large bronze door nails melted away as if engulfed by fierce flames.

    The city gates could not close, and the burly Big man bellowed with laughter:

    “Hahaha, Yue Qianfeng is here!”

    “Who will fight me to the death!”

    ......

    Martial Energy surged to the skies.

    Li Guanyi grunted, feeling the collision of forces as intense as dragons and tigers meeting, his pen pressing heavily onto the paper, leaving a black ink spot, while the other great scholars could maintain their composure, the younger ones were in disarray.

    This was, the Great Change!

    An old man, donning black armor and with a determined look between his brows, stood atop the city wall, his blade slicing through the residual Jin Qi, its edge resting on the ground.

    His first choice was to defend Guan Yi City.

    This was Chen Country’s famous city-defending general; he was worried that Yue Qianfeng was luring him away from the city.

    He cut down an approaching fugitive with his blade and bellowed, “Xue Daoyong!!!”

    Inside the Imperial Family’s private residence, an elderly man in a Confucian robe sighed.

    Xue Shuangtao, stunned, watched his grandfather lift his hand to his robes, pulling away the Confucian Robe to reveal martial attire underneath and a soft armor.

    The old man then grasped a heavy bow and said, “Those who play the game often can’t leave the board.”

    “Guan Yi, remember this.”

    “This old man will protect you all.”

    The White Tiger’s Dharma Form roared, and the old man strode forward, the White Tiger summoning the wild winds.

    Now airborne, the old man drew his mighty War Bow.

    From his position five li away from the city gates, fifteen li away from Yue Qianfeng, he let loose an arrow with golden winds that violently tore through the clouds.

    Heading straight for Yue Qianfeng with a spinning force.

    Yue Qianfeng gripped his battle halberds, sweeping them fiercely.

    Like a thunderous explosion, it surged across the heavens.

    Dragons soared and tigers roared!

    Xue Daoyong didn’t hesitate—he quickly moved away from the city to avoid involving the civilians in the clash between the two sides.

    His arrows fell as the surging Primordial Qi gathered, briefly manifesting the Dharma Form that could be seen with the naked eye.

    A giant Red Dragon roared in the sky, while the White Tiger howled.

    The tearing gusts of golden wind, and the flames that burned against the sea of clouds.

    It was as if a legend from ancient mythology had descended upon the mortal world once again.

    The earth trembled, and Guan Yi City was also changing.

    The scholars’ faces turned pale, intimidated by the terrifying combat.

    After a long silence, their speech stammering, they said, “This, this is rebellion...

    Senior Xue’s Divine Shooting is peerless, his arts alone in the world, he will certainly be unharmed...”

    Li Guanyi sensed the change in the bronze tripod.

    The convergence of Dragon and Tiger, the flow of literary and martial energies—this was precisely the great change that Mr.

    Siming had spoken of—the perfect moment when Literary Fortune had struck its peak and the Martial Artists’ killing intent had also risen.

    It was the opportunity mentioned by General Xue, and Li Guanyi could now feel the blending of the Dharma Form with his Inner Qi.

    It was the opportunity for Entering Realm!

    The chance to achieve Superior Entry.

    However, Li Guanyi’s heart wasn’t focused on this at the moment.

    Holding his pen, he looked into the distance, pondering everything he had witnessed recently.

    He finally understood that the defenses and fortifications of Guan Yi City were in anticipation of Yue Qianfeng, and Yue Qianfeng was the one who escorted the senior Martial Artist.

    It was a conflict between the Imperial Family, the Chen Dynasty, and the border generals.

    Xue Daoyong, as the strongest in Guan Yi City, had also been caught up in it.

    They were going to fight each other to the death.

    Li Guanyi had heard the elder’s praises and regrets regarding General Yue; he also knew Yue Qianfeng’s purpose for coming here.

    Li Guanyi immediately deduced that there was no enmity between Xue Daoyong and Yue Qianfeng that would drive them to fight to the death.

    But they didn’t know that.

    Xue Daoyong, as a member of the Imperial Relatives, believed Yue Qianfeng intended to attack Jiangzhou Imperial City.

    And Yue Qianfeng would think that Xue Daoyong belonged to the faction obstructing Elder Zu from entering the city.

    Both would fight ferociously for their respective goals and stances.

    For such powerful individuals, a battle of life or death was not impossible.

    Li Guanyi watched as the Dragon and Tiger fought furiously in the sky, the Red Dragon’s eyes a bloody red, the White Tiger baring its fierce teeth.

    He saw the killing intent in both their eyes and their readiness for a fight to the death.

    At this moment, the Primordial Qi inside his bronze tripod was boiling.

    The long-awaited opportunity for Entering Realm was before him; if he were to meditate in this place where Literary Energy was at its peak, he would inevitably breakthrough.

    He could even utilize the clash between Yue Qianfeng and Xue Daoyong, the battle of the Dragon and Tiger, to bring his Dharma Form into a purer state.

    But...

    The young man lowered his gaze.

    The hand pressing against his chest relaxed.

    He suddenly laughed and cursed, “To hell with it.”

    The Red Dragon roared, its flames burning against the sky, as Yue Qianfeng unleashed some kind of martial technique, delivering a fierce blow.

    Xue Daoyong had not anticipated Yue Qianfeng’s desperate resolve and terrifying brute force; he was caught off guard, and the White Tiger formed from the gathered clouds roared in pain.

    The bow shattered, and it was clear that Xue Daoyong had fallen into a disadvantage.

    Xue Shuangtao’s cheeks were pale as if she could hear her grandfather’s pained groans, feeling heart-wrenchingly uncomfortable, tears welling in her eyes.

    Meanwhile, all the surrounding scholars, including those influential literati, remained motionless.

    Just then, a clear and melodious whistle was heard.

    Suddenly, the sound of a war horse’s neigh exploded, as a few people were knocked aside.

    A horse with a mane of fiery red hair vigorously shook its head, flinging the attendant holding its reins aside, and ran toward this place.

    Changsun Wuchou recognized the horse and widened his eyes: “This is...”

    “Li Guanyi?!”

    A figure dashed out, speeding past Xue Shuangtao.

    Under the speechless gaze of everyone, the young man in a blue shirt leapt onto the horse.

    His right hand held the Su Ni Bow and left hand grabbed the reins.

    The horse that had been unruly a moment ago whinnied, rearing up like a dragon.

    Changsun Wuchou stepped forward and demanded, “Li Guanyi, what are you doing?!”

    Li Guanyi’s eyes flashed sharply, “To repay a debt of gratitude.”

    “This is where my righteousness lies.”

    Only he, who could draw upon the Divine Charm of the Dharma Form, was qualified to rush into that situation; only he, who recognized both parties and saw the overall situation, could clarify the current circumstances—no matter that he himself might be affected by the aftermath, no matter that he might not succeed, no matter the impact on his own Entering Realm.

    But—

    I want to do this.

    He spurred the horse, and as it neighed, he forsook the so-called Superior Entry.

    Perhaps his body was still that of a youth—perhaps it was truly so—the recklessness of youth; watching as two individuals who had both done him great favors fiercely battled each other, while he sat quietly breaking through.

    He couldn’t do it!

    The youth’s brows lifted, laughing loudly.

    His heart was like the blazing sun, radiating grand brilliance.

    The Dragon and Tiger Dharma Forms paused; strangely, even as Li Guanyi had abandoned the cultivation technique given to him by General Xue to enter the realm with the demeanor of a Hundred Battles, the two Dharma Forms seemed to become even more vigorous.

    They lacked the restlessness they had shown when previously operating within the realm but now carried an indescribable Divine Will.

    High-spirited.

    It was as if they wanted to fully merge with this young man!

    The war horse neighed, carrying Li Guanyi as he rushed out, running counter to the literati’s tranquil escape, silent without the slightest sound.

    Even the most haughty sons of aristocratic families had complex expressions on their faces at this moment.

    Xue Shuangtao’s eyes widened, reflecting the bright spirit of the youth.

    In these thirty years of the most vibrant Literary Meeting, amid the cultivation of benevolence, righteousness, and courage from a young age, he was the only one bold enough to declare where righteousness lay and to go against the tide in such a situation.

    His name would surely make waves.

    “Jiangzhou, Li Guanyi.”