Chapter 130 Border Ambush

The news of Tianwang Stronghold's crushing defeat spread like a hurricane, sweeping across Huyang and the surrounding areas, alarming countless local dignitaries who had been paying attention to the war and causing them to wail incessantly.

They had originally hoped that the imperial court would send down heavenly soldiers to quell the civil unrest and exterminate these lawless rebels and bandits, restoring peace and stability so they wouldn't have to live in constant fear of Chen Feng coming to their door.

However, the Tianwang Stronghold, which had been offered amnesty, was not only utterly defeated but also provided the Dragon King Stronghold with a large amount of military supplies, making its foundation even stronger and as difficult to remove as a bone spur.

In the past, the Dragon King Stronghold had been recuperating and rarely made any moves, but now it had been alarmed by the imperial court's dispatch of troops to suppress the bandits. It easily defeated the attacking troops, and no one knew if it would take advantage of the victory to break through the state capital and seek revenge.

For a time, officials and powerful families in Huyang and the surrounding areas were all in danger, and the name of Chen Feng could stop children from crying at night.

...

Somewhere on the border of Huyang.

A small team of dozens of people was slowly moving along the road.

There were no goods in the team, so they were not merchants. There was only one carriage, which was surrounded in the center, looking like a guard escort.

In fact, this was a refugee team, and all the personnel were disciples of the Tianji Sect. When the Tianwang Stronghold was defeated, they didn't have time to pack their belongings and fled directly under the instructions of Yu Feng Zhenren.

Because Yu Feng Zhenren was the focus of the Dragon King Stronghold's pursuit, in order to avoid leaking their whereabouts and preventing villagers from informing on them, all the disciples took off their Taoist robes, put on plain clothes, and pretended to be guards to withdraw from Huyang.

The curtain of the carriage was suddenly lifted, and Zhou Jing poked his head out to observe the scenery outside.

"Where are we?"

A disciple quickly came over and replied, "Master, we have reached the border of Huyang. If we travel for two more days, we will arrive at Jiangchun, and then we can take a boat north back to the capital."

"Jiangchun... good." Zhou Jing nodded.

The disciple hesitated to speak, and asked in a low voice, "Master, your body..."

"There are still some residual toxins, and I still need to recuperate for some time. You just need to hurry on your way."

Zhou Jing said casually, then pulled the curtain down again.

The disciples felt helpless when they heard this.

If the master recovered his state, then they would have confidence and would not have to be as afraid as they were now, fearing that the Dragon King Stronghold would catch up.

Inside the carriage.

Zhou Jing maintained a cross-legged posture, but his upper body leaned lazily against the wall of the carriage.

"I wonder how Chen Feng is doing with the surrender..."

Zhou Jing muttered in his heart.

He had been on Bill's body, constantly on the run, so he didn't know the progress of the Dragon King Stronghold's pursuit of Lu Longchuan and others.

According to his estimation, the Tianwang Stronghold had been broken up, and Chen Feng should be able to capture at least dozens of Tianwang Stronghold leaders.

Although he didn't personally control the persuasion to surrender, he had already given instructions. With Chen Feng, the No. 4 Apostle's current synchronization rate, he should be able to complete it well. When he travels next time and checks the logs, he will know the specific results.

"Speaking of which, Chen Feng has won a great victory this time, and his subordinates have grown stronger again. If the imperial court sends troops to conquer again, they will probably have to dispatch border troops. After a period of recuperation, it will be almost time to officially start the rebellion..."

Zhou Jing secretly calculated.

In the past few years, the impact of Chen Feng has basically taken shape, and the time for the uprising is approaching maturity.

The time point for the main world to converge is probably within two years. Before the arrival of the Exploration Bureaus of various countries, it would be best to officially start an uprising and create a trend.

In the Dragon King Stronghold, there are certain reserves of money, food, and soldiers. Even if the imperial court wants to fully counterattack, it will be able to resist.

Moreover, he also made a cameo appearance as a logistics captain this time, completing the transfer of wealth without anyone noticing, providing a wave of start-up funds.

With Chen Feng's power and influence in Huyang, as long as he starts an uprising, he can directly occupy a territory. It is estimated that except for "Trampling Over the Bones of Nobles on Heaven Street", the other four life goals can be directly completed, greatly increasing the progress.

"Once the rebellion starts, various places will respond one after another, and most of them will be imitated, evolving into a situation of heroes vying for hegemony... According to the historical laws of feudal dynasties, the first one to shout the slogan of rebellion and provoke the chaotic world will probably not have the last laugh."

Zhou Jing touched his chin, not caring too much.

As long as the aristocratic families are killed, this Apostle Chen Feng can basically retire successfully. Competing for the world is not this Apostle's life goal, and he actually doesn't care who can sit on the throne.

The so-called initiating a rebellion will surely be condemned, while those who sit back and watch will be rewarded. Those who are willing to be the initiators of a rebellion are more pure.

Moreover, an apostle with such a strong aptitude, even if he is lucky enough to gain the world, being tied to the throne is a kind of constraint and waste, and it also violates the route.

In his understanding, Chen Feng's name should be a knife, not a crown.

"If someone wants to compete for hegemony, let them compete. I'll just be a shit-stirring stick who kills indiscriminately. Whether it's the imperial court or the heroes, whoever accepts the surrender of the aristocratic families and provides shelter, I'll beat them all, even if I become the enemy of the world..."

Zhou Jing shook his head.

He put this matter aside for the time being and thought about Bill's situation.

His performance on the front line was so amazing that after returning to the capital, he would definitely be feared, dreaded, and suspected. However, with him pretending to be poisoned, proving that he was not omnipotent, the emperor's alienation and vigilance would be reduced.

Although Bill's methods seemed almost like miracles to the locals, those in power would not like someone without weaknesses. If he revealed some "weaknesses" in a timely manner, people would be able to use him with peace of mind.

Moreover, with the excuse of being poisoned, he could get rid of the responsibility for the defeat in the war. Even if someone wanted to take the opportunity to make a fuss, it would be difficult to do anything to him, killing two birds with one stone.

Speaking of which, the one who poisoned him was someone in the imperial court, but unfortunately, he didn't ask the traitor where he came from, so he didn't know which dignitary wanted to harm him.

Zhou Jing calculated in his heart that there was no one in the court who had direct hatred with him. At most, they were hostile to him because of interests.

Among them, the more acute conflicts were with the Qingliu, the Taiyi Hall, and the Yuding Sect.

Needless to say, the Qingliu babbled all day long, calling him a demon Taoist and not just for a day or two.

The Taiyi Hall and the Yuding Sect were his rivals in the same industry.

The grievances of the Taiyi Hall were unspeakable, and Zhou Jing didn't want to recall them. A group of doctors had no power, so it was basically impossible for them.

Therefore, the most likely to attack him was the Yuding Sect, which was in charge of the Sitianjian (Directorate of Astronomy), but it could not be ruled out that someone was passing off fish eyes as pearls.

"Yuding Sect... could it be this bunch of bastards who poisoned me? They also pushed me to the front line."

Zhou Jing's mind flashed with the immortal appearance of Ning Zhongjun, the Supervisor of the Directorate of Astronomy.

Although the two sides had been at peace for some time, the Yuding Sect's attitude of treating him as a threat had never changed.

He narrowed his eyes, put himself in the perspective of the person behind the scenes, and thought about how to deal with the current situation.

If he returned alive, the emperor would definitely ask about the reason for the defeat, and he would of course mention the poisoning. That would be very troublesome for the person behind the scenes.

So for the person behind the scenes, they could either hide it and pretend to be innocent, or simply do it more decisively and not let him return to the capital...

Just as he was deep in thought, Zhou Jing suddenly twitched his ears and heard the dense sound of arrows breaking through the air.

On the other side, outside the carriage.

The team was moving slowly when a rain of arrows suddenly shot out from the trees on both sides of the road, catching the disciples off guard.

The disciples were shocked and hurriedly dodged, shouting in alarm and anger.

"Ambush!"

"Be careful!"

The arrows rained down.

Dudududu!

Arrows were nailed into the walls of the carriage. The horses pulling the carriage were shot into hedgehogs on the spot. Six or seven disciples were too slow to dodge and were shot dead on the spot. Many others were also injured.

"Kill!"

A violent shout rang out. The next moment, one or two hundred masked men jumped out of the woods and rushed towards the carriage, their targets clear.

"Protect the master!"

The disciples endured their injuries, drew out their weapons, and defended around the carriage,迎战 (yíng zhàn - meeting the battle) these masked men.

These masked men were all skilled and proficient in martial arts, but it was impossible to tell which sect they belonged to. The Tianji Sect disciples had inherited the martial arts of Qingliang Mountain, and they were not mediocre either. The two sides quickly engaged in a fierce battle.

However, the disciples were outnumbered. Although they fought bravely, they were still unable to stop the masked men's actions.

While the guards were being held up, the leader of the masked men approached the carriage directly.

"Don't hurt my master!"

Under the horrified gazes of the Tianji Sect disciples, the leader of the masked men went his own way, using his knife to lift the curtain, directly revealing Yu Feng Zhenren sitting cross-legged inside.

Zhou Jing's expression remained unchanged as he calmly stared at him and said indifferently, "Who wants to harm this poor Taoist's life?"

"Heh, Zhenren, don't blame me. I'm just acting on orders. When you go to the netherworld, don't hold a grudge against me."

The leader of the masked men revealed a fierce look in his eyes and stabbed Zhou Jing's heart with his knife without hesitation.

If Yu Feng Zhenren hadn't been poisoned, they wouldn't have dared to intercept and assassinate him. Fortunately, this Taoist priest couldn't use his magic power right now. A tiger falling into the plains allowed them to bully and attack him.

With a stab of his knife, the leader of the masked men felt regret in his heart.

Yu Feng Zhenren's magic was shocking and absurd. He was naturally jealous and greedy and wanted to force him to reveal the secret... However, this Taoist priest had many skills, making him extremely fearful. He was worried that things would drag on, so he decided to kill him directly, enduring the pain.

This ability to summon wind and rain would probably become a swan song...

However, at this moment, the knife that was stabbed out suddenly stopped.

The leader of the masked men was stunned and looked over in astonishment.

He saw that Yu Feng Zhenren had pinched the blade with two fingers, as if with iron tongs, making it impossible for him to take it back.

Pa!

Zhou Jing used force with his two fingers and directly broke the blade.

Then, he reached out and grabbed the mask off the leader of the masked men with amazing speed.

The leader of the masked men was terrified and hurriedly tried to retreat.

However, the next moment, his movements stagnated, and he felt a pulling force sucking him towards Zhou Jing. Then, he was grabbed by the neck, his mouth was pried open, a medicinal pill was stuffed into his mouth, and he was forced to swallow it.

Before he could think about continuing his movements, his hands and feet suddenly became disobedient. He fell on the carriage with a thud, leaving only his eyes full of horror, which could still roll around.

"After eating my Paralysis Pill, don't even think about moving for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea. Just lie down obediently. I'll come back to deal with you later."

Zhou Jing threw down the leader of the masked men, controlled the wind, and directly entered the battle.

He didn't make too much noise, but just rolled up pieces of wind blades and injured the masked men one by one.

Seeing this, the remaining masked men were immediately thrown into chaos. They had taken advantage of the situation to intercept and kill, but now they found that Yu Feng Zhenren had recovered, and they panicked all of a sudden.

"Master's magic power is profound and he has recovered!"

The Tianji Sect disciples were immediately energized and immediately turned from defense to attack, finishing off the injured enemies one by one.

The battle didn't last long. The group of masked men who had ambushed them quickly collapsed, leaving behind a large number of corpses and wounded. Only twenty or so people escaped, and Zhou Jing deliberately let them go.

The remaining disciples controlled the enemies who were still alive and took off their masks, but they didn't recognize them at all.

"Master, where did this group of people come from?"

"We'll know when we ask."

Zhou Jing probably had an idea in his mind, but he still came to the leader of the masked men, fed him the antidote, and then took him aside for interrogation.

"Don't even think about getting any information from me! Kill me!"

The leader of the masked men refused to open his mouth and even wanted to bite his tongue and commit suicide, but Zhou Jing stopped him.

Seeing that this person looked like a death warrior, Zhou Jing didn't take it seriously. He took out a roll of needle packets from his arms, pulled out a few silver needles, and said expressionlessly:

"This poor Taoist doesn't want to be stained with blood, but since you came to intercept and kill me, this poor Taoist can't spare you. It's not difficult to make you speak."

After saying that, he raised his hand and slapped it repeatedly, inserting one needle after another into the other party's head and neck.

Before long, the expression of the leader of the masked men, who had been unwilling to yield to death, gradually became dull. Saliva flowed from his mouth, and his mouth opened and closed unconsciously, babbling and babbling, like an idiot.

After doing all this, Zhou Jing asked, and the leader of the masked men became responsive.

Soon, Zhou Jing got the answer and pointed at this person's heart meridian without hesitation.

Pu!

The leader trembled and fell to the ground, already dead.

"It's really the Yuding Sect... Ning Zhongjun, huh."

Zhou Jing's eyes flickered.

He didn't want to compete for the leadership of the Sitianjian, but the Yuding Sect was unrelenting and constantly plotting against him, wanting to put him to death.

This group of people had provoked him again and again. Although there was no danger, it was really annoying.

"The Yuding Sect has been favored for so many years and has a prosperous incense offering. It should have a very wealthy family... It seems that it's time to collect a start-up loan from them."

Zhou Jing thought to himself.

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