Eternal Life: Talent Grows with Age-Chapter 122 - 105: Martial Dao Genius, Five Elements Divine Skill

Chapter 122: Chapter 105: Martial Dao Genius, Five Elements Divine Skill

A few days later.

Lu Chang’sheng looked at the refugees sprawled across the ground, his heart sinking slightly.

There were still several dozen miles to Longyang Prefecture City from here, yet it seemed the road was already impassable.

"Is Longyang Prefecture blocking the refugees?"

Lu Chang’sheng glanced behind him, noticing a number of refugees quietly following his carriage, apparently hoping to use his presence to get past the barrier ahead.

He did not drive them off; if they truly possessed the ability to pass because of him, then so be it.

Soon, the carriage came to a halt.

Up ahead, several signs were erected on the road, each bearing the same words: ’Road Closed’!

"This official road is crucial. If one were to take a detour, it would add at least ten more miles, and even then, that route might not be passable either!"

Lu Chang’sheng thought to himself.

Up ahead, there was a makeshift camp where a group of government soldiers were stationed.

To proceed, he would inevitably have to deal with these people.

So, he jumped off the carriage and began walking forward.

At once, a crowd of people behind him turned to look.

Anyone able to travel by carriage could hardly be a mere refugee; each one craned their necks, eager to see how Lu Chang’sheng would handle the soldiers blocking the road.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Lu Chang’sheng drew near, a voice called out.

"Let him through! As for the rest of you, not a single one may pass!"

Lu Chang’sheng looked in surprise at the officer who had spoken, unable to fathom why he alone was allowed to pass.

Soon, he understood the reason.

"May I ask, are you Scholar Lu?"

Inside the tent, the officer asked cautiously.

"And you are?"

"We walk with the Five," the officer said with a smile.

The Martial Artist Council!

Lu Chang’sheng was a little stunned.

In just a few years, the Martial Artist Council had already grown this influential?

Even under Longyang Prefecture’s rule, they had people everywhere.

The seeds sown long ago, nourished by years of unrest, had now begun to sprout and take root in every corner of Great Yuan.

Lu Chang’sheng was struck by emotion—and gratified—for these people had not forgotten the founder himself.

After learning that Lu Chang’sheng wished to enter Longyang Prefecture City, the officer hesitated, then issued him a passage permit.

"Scholar Lu, are you going to Longyang Prefecture hoping to persuade Lord Zhao to send troops?"

The officer inquired.

Lu Chang’sheng nodded.

There was nothing to conceal here.

The officer shook his head. "I advise you not to go. Many people from Black Mountain Prefecture have come with the same intention lately, but not only did they fail to persuade Lord Zhao, they didn’t even get an audience!"

"Why so? By rights, the Lord of Longyang Prefecture ought to send reinforcements!"

"Word is, Lord Zhao and Lord Xu are at odds. There may be other reasons too, but such matters are above the likes of me."

Lu Chang’sheng said, "Thank you all the same."

Earlier, before issuing the permit, the officer had hesitated out of concern that further passage might trouble him personally, yet he ultimately did it regardless. It seemed this was a man who knew gratitude.

"It’s only right. Were it not for Scholar Lu, I’d likely be just another refugee now," the officer sighed.

"Take good care of this passage permit. There are several checkpoints on the road to the city, but since they’re run by my old acquaintances, no one will trouble you."

Lu Chang’sheng nodded and drove off.

As expected, at each checkpoint along the way, the permit issued by Officer Fang Ming won him passage unhindered.

Thus, by midday, he was standing beneath the West Gate of Longyang Prefecture City.

Staring up at the tightly shut city gate, his brows knitted together.