Chapter 581: Chapter Five Hundred and Seventy Seven: General’s Order

The central training ground is such a large place that the little kid’s actions can’t be concealed from the students. However, people are not really resistant to this, because having a good older brother and planning for the family’s inheritance is not unreasonable.

Although everyone is minding their own business, the occasional glances towards the corner reveal both curiosity and concern.

Under these gazes, Tang Xing was like a triumphant general, puffed up with pride. However, Tang Zhen was a little girl after all, not as thick-skinned as her lover. She turned her back to Tang Xing and protested coyly, “What can’t be said in front of Sister Fengran? You… You’ve sent her away. How embarrassing.”

“Hee hee.” The young boy scratched his head and grinned, “It’s not much, I just wanted… to invite you to the farewell feast tomorrow.”

Hearing about the farewell feast, the girl turned back curiously, seemingly about to accept, but then she hesitated, biting her finger, “But the teacher said we have to do special combat training tomorrow…let’s forget it.”

As students of the Martial Hall’s First Cultivation Ground, special training and becoming stronger are the main themes. But doing the same thing for a long time could be tiring. Both had reached the peak of the Mortal Realm and were feeling tired. They didn’t feel the thrill of getting stronger anymore and just wanted to whisper sweet nothings to each other every day.

However, because Tang Bin, the principal trainer of the Martial Hall, was so strict, the girl dared not openly defy his orders, even though she really wanted to go to the feast.

The boy was anxious upon hearing this; he took out an invitation from his bosom, handed it to the girl, and spoke eagerly in a low voice, “Why pass on it? I managed to get this invitation after so much effort. It’d be such a waste not to use it. Just tell the trainer that you need to rest because of ‘womanly matters’. I’ll sneak out, and we can meet at the feast.”

With Tang Xing’s sincerity and meticulous planning, Tang Zhen was moved. But when she saw the name on the invitation, she asked, puzzled, “If I take your invitation, what will you do?”

“I’ll take my brother’s.” Tang Xing nonchalantly dismissed this concern, “Anyway, he’s been too busy dealing with that Marshal Star Pavilion thing recently. He definitely won’t have time to attend. I’ll go in his place.”

With Matron Xu Shuhui returning to Yuanzhou to visit her relatives, Tang Luo and Tang Xing represented the Tang family’s mansion. How could they be left out of the farewell feast?

“Well…Okay.”

Seeing that Tang Zhen had accepted the invitation, the boy happily returned to Tang Zheng and Tang Man.

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Evening, November 9th

Auspicious Cloud Valley, within the Martial Hall

The open space originally used to build the training ground was now set up with a stage, and hundreds of feasting tables were set up, emitting a delicious aroma. In the cold winter, the female attendants dressed in light gauze skirts were walking around, making the banquet held in the cold night somewhat sultry.

The invited Martial Ancestors and family warriors had filled up the seats long ago. The main tables were occupied by important figures from various martial sects, such as the sect heads, elders, and commanders of the Godly Military.

The scene where people were laughing and enjoying themselves made it impossible for anyone to guess what would happen next.

The dancers and musicians of the Yunyin Mansion performed passionately. The intense music and the seductive movements of the dancers set a sexually charged atmosphere. Martial artists are naturally high-spirited, and they couldn’t suppress their desires even during the cold winter months, just from watching the dancers twist and move their bodies. Their heated gazes seemed to burn the cold winter.

The heated gazes continued until Zhao Lingyan took the stage, the stunning beauty in a white gauze dress, holding a pipa and veiling her face with a silk scarf. Her hazy lips and tall nose were unforgettable, not to mention her slightly visible large breasts and slender waist.

As soon as she appeared, the whole audience exploded with cheers. Some younger masters even whistled loudly, making the scene even more enchanting.

Facing this scene, Miss Zhao remained unperturbed, took a seat on the stage, and started to play her pipa.

As soon as she strummed the first chord, a silence fell, and the jovial atmosphere of the Martial Hall vanished instantly. Everyone was immersed in a song named “The General’s Command”.

The aggressive melody of the pipa was like moving blades or a charge of spears, bringing everyone into the bloodied battlefield.

The brave and daring melody made everyone realize the solemnity of this swearing-in feast, not the frivolity of seeking pleasure.

Miss Zhao opened her lips slightly and sang the blessing words of the “The General’s Command” slowly, causing everyone to put down their food and drinks unconsciously and sit up straight.

“The wheels are rolling, the horses are whining, the soldiers’ long halberds reach the sky. The killing intent rushes to the sky, forming dark clouds while the raging river surges.”

“I can touch the stars and moon with my hand, and enter the clouds with every step. If a river blocks me, I will break it into a thousand streams, if a mountain dares to stop me, I will break its waist.”

“I wave my hand and create a rain of ghosts, I stomp on the ground and shake thousands of mountains. The sky and earth will crumble at my will, and they wouldn’t dare to resist.”

“Among millions of soldiers, I walk leisurely. The general’s head is as simple as a walnut. Thousands of demons crawl under my feet, and the floating souls are like mountains of white bones.”

“If I don’t open my mouth the next day, which flood dragon dares to roar? I will drink down the length of the Red River, carrying the sorrow of past and present on my shoulders.”

“Why ask what is at the peak of life? To look down on the sky is to be high. Brothers from all over the world, let’s smile together.”

A chant of the “The General’s Command” that had been passed down for thousands of years finally changed the atmosphere of this martial feast. When Zhao Lingyan finished the last line of the chant, the attendees finally looked like they were going to a battlefield. Even some of the pampered young masters were so excited that their faces turned red. They seemed eager to rush to Western Chongqing Ridge immediately and let the Mi Clan know how powerful the Tang family is.

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Chongqing Western Ridge, Southern valley

The martial ancestors that were engaging in the air fought back and forth, causing the southern side of the Western Chongqing Ridge to become full of pits and gullies, with traces of destruction everywhere.

The battle was still going on, but the morale of the Mi Clan’s coalition forces was decreasing, especially the direct-line warriors of the Mi Clan. Watching their elder, Mi Yang, being continuously knocked away by Tang Sen, the huge contrast made them feel like they were on the verge of collapse.

A few months ago in the battle of Jianglin, Elder Mi Yang was able to fight head-on with the sect head, Tang Sen, with his peerless boxing technique. How could the situation changed so drastically in an instant? Sect Head Mi Hai was so surprised that his eyes almost popped out.

Originally, the Mi Clan sent him and Mi Yang to entangle Tang Sen. But now, Mi Yang seems very strange, as if he had forgotten all about his peerless boxing technique. In the rapid close combat, Mi Yang’s performance was even worse than that of an average body-cultivation martial artist.

This was completely unlike the Mi Yang he knew. Therefore, after another unsuccessful attack, Sect Head Mi Hai requested to see Mi Yang, who was throwing a fit at the base, aiming to get to the bottom of this.

“Elder, what’s wrong with you?” Mi Hai directly interrogated the devastated-looking Mi Yang. As someone who had fought Tang Sen head-on several times, he could definitively say that although Tang Sen had improved recently, it was not to a degree where he could crush Mi Yang. Therefore, the problem must lie with Mi Yang himself.

With a look of devastation on his face, Mi Yang stretches out his arms and rolls up his sleeves. In front of the shocked Mi Hai, he dispiritedly said, “My arms…are ruined.”