?73: Chapter 57: Li Guanyi, Here I Come!_3 73: Chapter 57: Li Guanyi, Here I Come!_3 The consumption of Primordial Qi was too intense.

    With a Dharma Form, one is generally much stronger than other Martial Artists of the same level.

    It was like hiding a powerful move up your sleeve.

    Anyone’s face, scorched by raging flames, would be thrown into disarray, and the White Tiger Qi Mechanism’s ability to sever weapons always gave one the upper hand, extremely effective.

    Li Guanyi searched the bodies and found two waist cards, both from the border troops.

    He grinned, wondering if Yue Qianfeng, when capturing fugitives, prioritized those from the military.

    Clutching the waist cards, he headed to Guan Yi City and on the way, he finally ran into Zhao Dabing.

    The youth, seeing a familiar face, breathed a sigh of relief and struck up a conversation.

    This burly man, however, turned deathly pale and stepped back abruptly, his hair standing on end.

    As if he had seen a ghost.

    Then he quickly recovered, exclaiming with great joy, “Brother, you’re still alive?!!”

    Li Guanyi, “I never died in the first place.”

    Zhao Dabing, delighted, quickly filled him in on many matters.

    Li Guanyi borrowed his horse, leaped onto its back, and galloped towards Guan Yi City.

    The incident had just ended, the city gates of Guan Yi City were closed.

    The soldiers on guard, with keen eyesight, spotted the young man in blood-stained blue attire approaching, hesitated in shock, then shifted from alarm to joy, shouting:

    “Open the gate, open the gate!”

    “Huh?

    Mr.

    Li said not to open the gate!”

    “Stop talking nonsense, that’s Mr.

    Li, the Ninth-Rank Military Officer who just left for battle, open the gate!”

    “Ah?!”

    They had witnessed the youth’s valor and admired him for it.

    Seeing him return alive, they were filled with happiness.

    The soldiers in armor saluted from atop the gate and swung it open.

    The city’s citizens, just beginning to relax, saw the gate open at a tense moment.

    A red horse leaped out, with the youth, holding a sword, charging forward.

    His robe stained with blood, a saber hanging by his waist, and his black hair fluttering.

    Genuine and pure.

    With splendid attire and heroic energy, the youth embodied valor.

    Citizens he had saved cheered.

    The sound spread, arousing curiosity, and so, people began to talk about the youth’s courage.

    Others, relieved by his return, beamed with joy and laughed.

    Li Guanyi rode to the Literary Meeting, where many young scholars were incessantly praising him—though a competitor, there’s no need to suppress one who is presumed dead.

    It’s best to praise the youth as much as possible, to show one’s own magnanimity.

    “A hero’s benevolence, Mr.

    Li’s spirits soared, truly a dragon among men.”

    “We are inferior indeed.”

    “Yes, we fall far short in comparison.”

    Only an old man in the corner kicked away some peanuts, struggling to contain his laughter at the scene.

    The Mystic Turtle beside him similarly, a noble son shook his head and sighed, “What a pity, such a pity that Mr.

    Li has encountered danger, otherwise...”

    “What nonsense, Mr.

    Li’s fortune as told by the Heavenly Phenomenon ensures he will turn misfortune into blessing.”

    “Yes, yes, when Mr.

    Li returns, we are willing to honor him as the leader of all of us scholars in Guan Yi City.

    With such sweeping talent and benevolent courage, who else could take this position?”

    All the scholars agreed.

    Siming clutched his belly, barely able to stifle his laughter.

    Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves and the laughter of citizens were heard from outside.

    The scholars were stunned, followed by the exclamations of the Attendants.

    The gate opened, and with a sound reminiscent of a Dragon’s Roar, a red horse burst in.

    A young warrior sat astride, his blue robe stained with blood, a saber at his waist.

    And one wooden card after another, he dismounted gracefully.

    “Gentlemen.”

    The youth stepped forward, his gaze sweeping over and he replied:

    “Li Guanyi, has arrived.”

    The throats of the scholars at the Literary Meeting constricted.

    Dead silence filled the Literary Meeting.

    Only Siming leaned backwards, falling to the ground, laughing uproariously while clapping his hands.