The setting sun, mingling with the rosy clouds, cast a faint red glow from behind the mountain peaks. Dusk was nearly over, and only half the sun remained on the horizon.
A faint bluish brightness appeared, barely there, as the pale shadow of the moon emerged.
At that moment, a one-sided battle was raging on Whispering Cloud Mountain beneath the sunset. On the mountainside, Ji Feng and Long Suxin dealt with the invading Mogu soldiers as easily as cutting vegetables. After the fight, neither of them had suffered the slightest injury.
Of the original twelve Mogu soldiers, three had been nailed to death by elven arrows. Of the remaining nine, Ji Feng personally killed six, while Long Suxin took care of three. This battle had practically been Ji Feng's personal show.
Compared to the towering Mogu, Ji Feng looked much slimmer. This was the first time he had displayed a monk's techniques before outsiders, and the warriors of Whispering Cloud Village were deeply impressed by his martial arts.
"Brother Yao, what kind of martial art does Master Ji use? He can knock down Mogu without even needing a weapon. I've never heard of or seen such a martial art..."
After the battle, Long Suxin and Ji Feng's group had become much more familiar with one another. As they walked in the middle of the group, he quietly asked Yao Shi.
"Long, this is a martial art the ancestors taught Master Ji. Isn't it amazing? Master Ji will teach me this martial art someday too. Any Pandaren who worships the ancestors can learn it..." Now that Yao Shi and Long Suxin addressed each other as brothers, Yao Shi gave him a detailed explanation when he saw his interest in the way of the monk.
"The ancestors' martial arts are indeed incredibly powerful... The reason we Pandaren cannot defeat the Mogu is that we have no weapons. But if we can all learn Ji Feng's martial arts, perhaps one day we will be able to overthrow the Mogu with our bare hands."
"Ji Feng may soon become the master of us all. It is truly impossible to put into words how important this martial art is to the Pandaren."
The weeds were tangled, the road was difficult to travel, and mosquitoes and insects constantly assailed them from the forest. In such an environment, Long Suxin suddenly had an idea: he wanted to become Ji Feng's disciple.
"Chief Long, Master Ji is asking for you..."
As Long Suxin pondered this, he heard the voice of a Whispering Cloud warrior beside him. The man pointed ahead. By now, they had reached the mountaintop.
"Master Ji is looking for me? Understood. Brother Yao, then I'll go on ahead."
After exchanging pleasantries, Long Suxin took a deep breath and walked toward Ji Feng.
At that moment, Ji Feng was shooting the breeze with his viewers on the mountaintop. The livestream was underway...
"Viewers, I'm currently in the Zhuo Jin Region. Look, up ahead is a place called Whispering Cloud Village. Tonight, my disciples and I will be staying there..."
"Oh, and one more thing. I took out a few Mogu today, but those Mogu were total trash and didn't even give experience, so I won't say much about it."
In World of Warcraft, if a player's level was too high and the monsters they killed were too low-level, they would receive no experience. The Mogu Ji Feng had killed today were exactly that sort of minor mob, so he did not dwell on the battle.
"Brother Feng, I haven't left my house for three days and nights. I've been waiting for your stream the whole time, and you didn't even broadcast the main event of fighting the Mogu. Are you messing with me..."
"You're heading to Whispering Cloud Village soon. It's all Pandaren there, so what fun could there be? Brother Feng, you're a top-tier streamer. You can't just brush us off like this, can you? The National Day holiday is coming up. If these next few days are good enough, I'll donate half my travel money to you, okay!"
"I'm planning to camp at the village entrance. I'll buy a huge bag of spicy strips and a case of beer, then donate my travel money to Brother Feng. Give us some excitement..."
"Brother Feng, when you first fought Shanbu, didn't you turn into a human? Have you transformed this time? If you're human, I can watch you grind tofu tonight..."
"So dirty. I really want to eat your tofu..."
"Don't drive this dirty train around! Come build socialism with me instead!"
After not seeing him for three days, the viewers had started missing Ji Feng. After all, they could never get tired of a production of this scale. Compared to soap operas, everyone still preferred this kind of live broadcast.
"Viewers, I already asked around about my transformation into a human. These low-level Mogu soldiers haven't mastered that spell yet. But it won't be long before I get that spell, because starting today, I'll be taking on the Mogu."
"Have you all been unable to sleep because you haven't seen my handsome face in so long? Hahaha..."
While Ji Feng shot the breeze with his viewers, Long Suxin had already walked up beside him.
Long Suxin clasped his hands and gave a polite bow.
"Master Ji."
"Oh... Long, you're here. Get up... Why be so polite?" Ji Feng said with a smile as he made a token gesture to help Long Suxin up.
"Viewers, this is a warrior from Whispering Cloud Village, Long Suxin. He's a powerful swordsman, second only to me in strength. He knows the Mogu very well, and this time I plan to have him help me wipe out the Mogu garrison..." Ji Feng explained to his viewers.
The Angu Iron Cavalry had an army of thirty thousand, but most of its troops were stationed in the eastern Zhuo Jin Region. There were currently not many troops deployed around Whispering Cloud Village, so Ji Feng planned to launch a surprise attack.
By wiping out the Mogu garrison, he would not only earn the respect of Whispering Cloud Village, but also gain a large amount of experience. A monster-killing mission like this was just the right level of difficulty for him.
"In those anti-Japanese war dramas, they tear Japanese soldiers apart with their bare hands. Brother Feng, I want to see you tear Mogu apart barehanded! I'm not going on a trip during the National Day holiday. I want to see you rip Mogu apart like dried squid strips..."
"Are the eight years of resistance against the Mogu about to begin?"
"My grandfather was cruelly killed by the Mogu when he was nine..."
"Any crotch-hidden grenades? I remember Brother Feng saying before that he studied engineering and alchemy. Engineering can make bombs... Stream the Mogu exploding, and it'll definitely go viral..."
The moment they heard that Ji Feng was going to fight the Mogu, the viewers became wildly excited. The comments flew by at a ridiculous rate. After all, it had something in common with the War of Resistance: it was a battle against invasion and for peace. This was exactly what people loved most. Just look at Hengdian—seven hundred million "Japanese soldiers" died there every year.
"Haha... There'll be Mogu tearing, don't worry. This National Day Golden Week, I'll definitely make sure everyone has their fill..."
The reason Ji Feng had not livestreamed the killing of those Mogu soldiers earlier was that he wanted to save the exciting stuff for a few days later. Broadcasting the destruction of a Mogu outpost would be far more entertaining than teaching a few minor lackeys a lesson.
As Ji Feng chatted with his viewers, he also talked with Long Suxin about the Mogu. Before they realized it, they had reached the village.
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