My Cultivation Starting from Archery-Chapter 702 - 222: Armed Uprising_6

Leading the way were Prefect of Liangzhou Wu Youde and General Pan Luo, who were followed by the entire Great Halberd Camp's soldiers, even arranging a military formation, with overwhelming momentum and dust filling the sky.

Above their heads, there was an Immortal Master riding a sword, none other than Qu Yuanxiang.

The Spiritual Grain of the Great Sheng Dynasty.

It was to be submitted to their Shengyun Sect

And he just happened to be in charge of collecting the Spiritual Grain tax this year.

Therefore,

today Wu Youde simply had the Immortal Master brought over to help.

"You troublemakers!"

Wu Youde, on horseback, pointed at the farmers' noses and berated them loudly, "Today, will you grow the Spiritual Grain or not!"

The villagers in the fields all looked up, saw the armor on these people, the weapons in their hands, and couldn't help but show fear on their faces, feeling the urge to retreat.

Not until Qi Dazhu led the way with his loud cry: "No matter what you say this year, we won't grow it! If you keep forcing us, we will destroy all the mature Spiritual Grain as well!"

"That's right, if we keep growing, we'll still starve to death!"

"We'd rather die than plant!"

"The court must give us justice!"

"..."

They shouted in unison, wave upon wave.

"Very well, it appears that the troublemakers of the Eastern Divine Continent are quite stubborn and still can't see their own worth!"

In midair.

Qu Yuanxiang put down the wine gourd in his hand, his face ghastly as he said, "Without us Immortals! You mortals would've been slaughtered by the Demon Clan and Demon Clan like pigs and dogs long ago!

"You're unwilling to plant just a little Spiritual Grain!

"Do you have any conscience left?!

"Very well, very well!

"Since you refuse to plant Spiritual Grain, then don't plant anything at all!"

As he spoke, he descended from the sky, his flying sword buzzing in front of him, constantly pouring Mana into it, until spirit light burst forth and he suddenly slashed down with his sword.

The Sword Qi swept across.

Directly plowed a villager's field upside down, completely destroying the grain she had just planted very recently.

"Terrible sin, terrible sin!"

The village woman and her elderly husband fell to their knees in the field, wailing.

This single sword strike, though it seemed to only plow the land, was no different from killing!

"Did you all see that?!"

Prefect Wu Youde added, "The Immortal Master is angry, but kind, for he shed no blood. Everyone should just honestly get back to work, plant the Spiritual Grain, so you can live peaceful lives, and I can give a proper account to the court!"

"Damn it, I'll fight you to the end!"

Qi Dazhu could no longer endure, swinging his hoe and ready to fight for his life.

"Fellow villagers!"

"Fight them!"

Under his leadership, farmers already on the brink of breakdown grabbed their tools and charged.

"Hmph."

As if this was all expected, governor Wu Youde scornfully huffed, "What is this? This is called 'poor mountains and rivers produce troublemakers'! General Pan, teach them a good lesson."

"Take action."

Unmoved, General Pan Luo simply waved his hand.

Instantly.

Hundreds of soldiers left the formation, and they didn't wield weapons but long whips instead.

Even so, the farmers were no match for the Armored Soldiers who practiced Martial Arts and fought in battles year-round, and they were quickly beaten to the ground, their flesh torn open.

At the same time.

Another group left formation, beginning to furiously plow fields with great spears, turning over one patch of crop after another that had already been planted.

"You've lost all humanity!"

"Worse than pigs and dogs!"

"..."

Qi Dazhu and the others, drenched in blood, could only endure the lashings while helplessly watching their young crops being trampled, facing a hopeless harvest the following year.

"Troublemakers, let me make it clear for you all!"

Sitting on his horse, Wu Youde pointed with his riding crop: "Anyone who does not cooperate in planting Spiritual Grain will be banished and sent to labor, their fields will become government property, and all will be turned into Spiritual Grain fields!"

Today!

They did not kill anyone!

But the intent was to use this method to strike fear into the people.

Comply obediently, it's just half-grown Spiritual Grain, but if you don't, you lose all your land.

"Ah!"

The soldiers of Great Halberd Camp, while destroying the early sown crops that had already taken root and begun to sprout, whipped the resisting peasants like cattle and sheep.

"Very good, very good! Beat them viciously, teach those lowlifes a lesson!"

Qu Yuanxiang, watching the fields fill with wails of despair, leisurely sipped his wine, feeling utterly delighted.

Suddenly,

a warhorse's neigh, resembling the roar of a dragon, sounded.

"Stop! All of you, stop!"

Chen Sansi reined in his horse.

Accompanying him were the Yu brothers, Yu Ji and Yu Lie, one with a Mo Blade, the other with a long spear. Dismounting, they rushed into the fields.

"The Supervisor orders you to stop!"

"Everyone, stop!"

"..."

After a long while, peace returned to the fields.

"Chen!"

Qu Yuanxiang immediately scolded, "What business do you have here?!"

The figure in white robes completely ignored him, merely standing atop his white horse in the morning sun, looking indifferently at the mess within the fields, and said, "Wu Youde, I told you before, you're no longer the Prefect of Liangzhou. Pan Luo, I also warned you not to meddle with the affairs of the fields."

"So it's Supervisor Chen gracing us with his presence."

Wu Youde with a smile trying to curry favor, "Eh, but I recall, Lord Governor, weren't you supposed to leave Capital City today by imperial decree? How come you have the time to come here?"

"Answer my question."

Chen Sansi repeated.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

At the same moment, the earth began to tremble as if an Earth Dragon turned over, and from behind, a dust storm swept in. Within the storm, the soldiers in Black Armor charged like a tidal wave, their majestic presence and murderous aura filling the sky.

Merely upon contact,

they utterly overwhelmed the Great Halberd Camp, which consisted of Heavy Cavalry, diminishing their morale, and even the battle horses they sat upon grew uneasily restless.

"Who ordered the troops?!"

Great Halberd Camp's Main General, Pan Luo, demanded sharply, "Who gave the orders? Where's Chu Shixiong? Xu Wencai?"

Just five days ago,

Hongze Camp should no longer have been under that white-robed figure's command!

"Chen, Supervisor Chen, what is the meaning of this?!"

Wu Youde, stumbling over his words, "The autumn planting is coming to an end soon, if we don't sow the Spiritual Grain now, it'll be too late. This act of mine is also out of necessity, being a fellow official of the court, the Supervisor should understand, why make such a major mobilization? Furthermore, deploying troops like this, I'm afraid, might not comply with the rules, would it?!"

"Wu Youde!"

Chen Sansi spoke with a calm that was almost chilling, "For flogging the innocent, trampling fertile land, and oppressing the common people, by law, you shall be executed after trial. Take him away."

Instantly,

two soldiers from Hongze Camp moved to seize him.

The governor's personal guards barely managed to draw their swords when they were beheaded by Feng Yong, "Those who defy orders, kill without mercy!"

"Chen Sansi!" ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

Dragged from the horse to the ground, Wu Youde realized groveling was futile and yelled defiantly, "What are you, a Supervisor in name only, playing at here? If you take me down, will the Spiritual Grain cease to be sown?! Do you think you're any better?"

He paused, his tone laced with contempt, "What right do you have to interfere? What, are you planning to revolt?!"

"You have guessed it right."

Under the terrified gaze of the governor, Chen Sansi slowly walked between the fields, casually uprooting a bundle of Spiritual Grain and raising it above his head, "From now on, I want these fields of Liangzhou to never see a single blade of Poison Grass again!"

"Boom!"

Before the eyes of all,

flames suddenly roared from his fist, burning the Spiritual Grain to ash, which scattered in the autumn wind until it was completely obliterated from this world.

From this moment on.

Chen Sansi's voice, like thunder from the heavens and a resonant great bell, echoed throughout the world, reaching every corner of Liangzhou, deafening and thunderous!

"Carry out my command!"

"Annihilate all the Spiritual Grain in the fields of Liangzhou, burn it all!"

"Above us, the heavens lack compassion, Immortals lack kindness!"

"Below us, the court is ignorant, wicked officials hold sway!"

"Today!"

"I, Chen Sansi, shall slay the Immortals, purge the wicked!"

"Rise in rebellion, call to arms!"

Slay the Immortals, purge the wicked, rise in rebellion, call to arms!

The last four words resounded in the heavens and earth, their echoes persistent, not fading away, until they were etched deep into everyone's mind.

At the end of a late autumn, in the Northern Territory of Liangzhou,

burning Spiritual Grain, the white-robed figure calls to arms!