Eternal Life: Talent Grows with Age-Chapter 126 - 108: Dragon Sun General Star, Scholar Lu

Chapter 126: Chapter 108: Dragon Sun General Star, Scholar Lu

No matter how lousy they are, they’re still Prefecture Soldiers.

They’d at least have some basic training.

Like those amateur sports teams in his past life—they might suck, but they’d still beat the real noobs.

On his way over, Lu Chang’sheng had already dealt with a bunch of noble brats. Even if some slipped through, no way they’d dare show their faces now.

With the way those noble clans play their games, they’d have other means to sabotage his control of the army—hell, they might just toss Lord Zhao aside entirely if it suited them.

But Lu Chang’sheng had never actually counted on Longyang Prefecture’s soldiers; all he wanted was to buy himself enough time.

With swift, ruthless moves, he’d gathered a motley crew around him. The only thing these men had in common was raw ambition, big enough to choke the sky.

It didn’t take long for the first battle to break out.

The Longyang Prefecture Soldiers formed ranks and clashed with the rebels, eking out a small victory.

The army pressed on.

In just a few days, they’d reached within a few miles of Black Mountain Prefecture City.

The pressure inside Black Mountain Prefecture was cranked up to eleven for the rebels.

But as for Lu Chang’sheng, he barely cared. Right now, he was seated inside the five-horse carriage, cultivating the Five Elements Divine Skill.

Gentle wisps of energy rose and fell around him, like a ceaseless blast from a bellows.

Beside him stood the White Ape, and farther out was Lord Zhao.

But at this moment, Lord Zhao was terrified beyond words—his shock too great for anyone else to understand.

As the lord of a prefecture, how could he not have some experience? He knew Lu Chang’sheng was practicing True Qi Martial Arts, but for the life of him, he couldn’t imagine what kind of technique could cause such terrifying phenomena.

In his eyes, Lu Chang’sheng was like the eye of a fearsome storm, constantly birthing new gusts.

If this five-horse carriage hadn’t been built sturdy enough, there’s no way it could withstand the nonstop battering of such winds.

"True Qi as the wind, unmoving as a bell!"

"Just how strong has this man become?"

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Ignoring Lord Zhao’s growing alarm, Lu Chang’sheng cultivated until he reached his daily limit. Only then did he finish, sitting and casting a quick glance at Lord Zhao.

Just that one glance sent the man into a panic, uneasy and restless in his seat.

Then, Lu Chang’sheng stepped off the carriage to spar with the White Ape.

"At this pace, I’ll crack Entry in less than two months!"

Lu Chang’sheng tilted his head back and swallowed a Dragon and Tiger Eight Treasures Pill.

He’d invented this pill by studying the Dragon and Tiger Eight Treasures Formula himself. The pills weren’t as potent as the medicinal meals, but they were easier to carry, so he’d brought some along specially.

"But the Dragon and Tiger Eight Treasures don’t work on the Five Elements Divine Skill like they used to. Not much variable effect anymore."

Truth be told, Lu Chang’sheng figured the formula needed some tweaks to boost its effectiveness, but so far he hadn’t found any herbs that could serve as replacements.

Back in the carriage, Lord Zhao was back at it, trying to talk him ’round again.

Lu Chang’sheng didn’t give a damn.

He knew that once they hit the battlefield, factoring in the rebels, all kinds of unpredictable shit might go down.

And sure enough, on the third day of fighting, tons of Prefecture Soldiers turned traitor, joined the rebel side, turned their blades, and slaughtered the Longyang Prefecture Soldiers. In mere moments, the casualties piled up.

Later that afternoon, in the middle of his cultivation, Lu Chang’sheng saw a few squad leaders—guys he’d promoted himself—come running up in a panic.

"A mutiny?" 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Lu Chang’sheng thought for a second, told the White Ape to keep an eye on Lord Zhao, threw on his armor, grabbed his spear and bow, and dashed for the battlefield.

In no time, he saw total chaos in the Longyang Prefecture camp, with men in Prefecture Soldier armor galloping around, shouting at the top of their lungs.

"Brothers of Longyang Prefecture, drop your weapons and fight back with me! Let’s save the Lord of the Mansion!"

"Brothers, we all became soldiers just to make a living. Why die for that Zhao bastard? Lay down your arms, join the righteous cause—that’s the real path!"

"Surrender and you’ll be spared!"

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These were noble scions hidden in the ranks; there were just too many for Lu Chang’sheng to kill them all. Now that they’d revealed themselves, it really did feel like the world was flipping upside down.

Many Prefecture Soldiers, caught up in the confusion, barely had time to think. Seeing others lay down their arms, they followed suit without a second thought.

But right then, a thunderous shout rang out.

"Traitors—kill them!"

A figure clad in red burst into the crowd, swung onto a nearby horse, and snatched the bow from his back—letting fly an arrow that pierced a shouting noble brat a hundred meters away.

With a wet "thunk," the arrow tore straight through his throat.

The Longyang Prefecture armor was all blood-red; bathed in the afternoon sun, it shone with a murderous glow.

He loosed arrow after arrow, each draw claiming another life with pinpoint accuracy.

"Everyone, form ranks! Kill the enemy!"

Lu Chang’sheng roared the command.

The quivers slung on his back were already empty, so he just snatched up his spear and dove into the melee, hacking his way through the mobs.

His appearance was like an anchor; everyone surged after him, flooding out on horseback.

Moments later, he spotted a burly man, shirtless, rampaging through the crowd.

He had several burn scars dotting his scalp, and a black training robe below the waist. One look said he had to be a Lotus Monk from Black Temple.

In his hands was a Demon-Subduing Pestle. Each swing smashed a Prefecture Soldier’s skull like it was rotten fruit.

Even a squad leader with Pile Skill of Great Success died instantly to his attack.

"Trash from Longyang Prefecture—you dare come here looking for trouble? You really don’t know your place!"

With the Demon-Subduing Pestle spinning like a wild storm, he sent batch after batch of Prefecture Soldiers flying.

His face was painted with utter arrogance.

To him, Longyang Prefecture Soldiers were no threat at all.