Advanced Dungeon Carry Service

The red steed galloped with the wind, its mane and tail spreading out as it ran, like a wild horse running across the wilderness.

The boy on horseback had his clothes fluttering in the wind.

Fast, very fast.

A fiery red horse glided past through the gaps in the crowd, like a burning flame!

This horse is so smart, it's like it has the most advanced automatic obstacle avoidance system.

By pointing out directions, one can be led to any location.

Master Yang said this horse would have a very fiery temperament, but Liang Qu didn't feel that way. From riding to galloping, it was as docile as a domestic dog.

Liang Qu lowered his body, the wind whistling in his ears, the scenery around him seemed to stretch out infinitely, the flames rising and falling as if following his breath.

The sixteen-mile journey would take an average person almost an hour to walk.

Liang Qu didn't know how long it took, but when he arrived at Yi Xing Town, the time he spent along the way was definitely not enough to drink a cup of tea.

The Dragon Blood Horse is quite heavy, with Fubo hanging beside the saddle, its total weight is at least 300 jin, which shows its superior performance.

After half a year of hard work, he owns a supercar, a 1,000-square-meter mansion in the planned new district, holds a high-ranking official position in an important unit, and has the powerful local Eighth-Rank Official. His future is limitless.

There wasn't much money in the satchel. Most of the 150 taels that his Master's Wife had given him had been spent, and the remaining 100 taels was from the emperor. But he had everything he needed.

Tsk tsk tsk.

Riding on the Dragon Blood Horse, Liang Qu stood even straighter.

Passersby carrying timber cast envious and awe-inspiring glances as they continued to move the pillars to build their new houses.

The horsehair is glossy and smooth, and feels great to the touch.

Liang Qu stroked the neck of the Dragon Blood Horse, feeling the pulsation of its veins, and pondered for a moment, "Tall and strong, and red like a ball of fire, I'll call you Red Mountain from now on?"

Red Mountain snorted and raised his head to nudge Liang Qu's palm.

"I wonder if Red Mountain can be governed?"

Liang Qu pulled out the Azure Wolf, cut his finger, spread the blood evenly on his fingertip, parted the horse's mane, and drew Water Talisman.

A red light flashed, but the blood did not penetrate the skin as quickly as usual; it took a long time to slowly seep in.

Red Mountain then snorted.

I didn't have much of a feeling in my mind.

Nothing has changed; the Mental Link hasn't appeared.

It failed.

Because it's not Water Beast?

Liang Qu withdrew his finger, opened the half-packet of lotus root powder, mixed it with water from the water bag, and swallowed it. The wound gradually healed.

As my martial arts skills improved, the effects of lotus root were not as good as before, but minor wounds still healed quickly.

Despite his failure to control Red Mountain, Liang Qu was not too disappointed. Red Mountain was not Water Beast, and he had been mentally prepared for defeat from the start.

The absence of Mental Link is acceptable; given Red Mountain's intelligence, he can quickly learn some simple instructions.

Upon arriving at their destination, Liang Qu patted Red Mountain on the neck and dismounted.

Having been notified early in the morning, Chen Zhaoshan came out of the house and asked Liang Qu what had happened.

The news that grain had finally arrived spread like wildfire, and the entire Yi Xing Town was in an uproar.

Food prices have been rising continuously; if we ask them to donate more food, they will all become disaster victims.

The arrival of the food was a huge relief.

When able-bodied men heard that they were to help move grain, they were all eager to help. Every household pushed out their carts and rushed to Ping Yang County.

Lifting a hundred-pound stone is strenuous, but carrying a hundred pounds of grain on your shoulder is as easy as walking on air! Empty carts set off from Yi Xing City and returned fully loaded with grain, leaving deep grooves in the mud.

As the setting sun cast its rays, the earth was bathed in a deep, somber red.

The women gathered in twos and threes, their shadows reflected on the earthen walls, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the grain carts.

Upon seeing the carts loaded with grain, everyone rushed forward to lend a hand and help carry it to the dock.

Chen Zhaoan and other Village Elder took the booklets and counted the number of people.

Grain distribution is a complex matter, especially with the recent influx of so many newcomers; registration is a particularly troublesome task.

However, this is also a good opportunity to re-establish authority.

In a city with a population of over a thousand, age is a significant asset. However, in a town with a population of tens of thousands, this asset is less valuable, and personal strength becomes more important.

Among the tens of thousands of newcomers who flocked in were many powerful figures from other regions, wealthy merchants, influential families, and large Lineage.

There were very few Martial Artist in Yi Xing City in the past, and they would panic when they encountered a Mountain Ghost.

But now, as Liang Qu rode his horse through Yi Xing Town, he sensed the presence of several powerful Martial Artist, at least at the second level or above.

Population is the foundation of everything. Being a powerful figure in a city is a completely different concept from being a powerful figure in a town.

Whether they can continue to occupy the original ecological chain depends on their own capabilities.

The strong, burly man at the head of the group wiped his sweat and said, "Old Chen, there are thirty-six carts in total, all of them are here. I've been watching them all, no one dares to steal anything."

"Thank you for your hard work. When the grain is distributed later, each of you will receive an extra pound."

"It's not hard work, it's not hard work. Village Elder, you didn't see it, our town was the first to go and get the grain. Other places, like Chao River County, oh, now it should be called Chao River Town, they all have to follow behind us! By the time they move back, it will probably be dark, and they probably won't have enough to eat today."

"Then you all have to thank A Shui," Chen Zhaoan stroked his beard and laughed. "Otherwise, why do you think you were the first to move and transport grain?"

"Haha, I forgot about that. I really have to thank Water Bro! Did you all hear that?"

"Thank you, Water Bro!"

"Master Liang is awesome!"

Young and middle-aged men on the dock responded enthusiastically, creating a powerful and enthusiastic response.

"Alright, I'll head back first. If Old Chen distributes the grain early, everyone can have a better dinner."

"That's how it should be."

Liang Qu mounted his horse, Red Mountain, bathed in the setting sun, transformed into a streak of red light before disappearing into the horizon.

The population of Yi Xing Town has exceeded 10,000. Many newcomers have remembered Liang Qu in their hearts, each with their own thoughts.

They came in a hurry, and they left in a hurry.

When Liang Qu returned to the Yang Residence, the disciples were still distributing the grain.

Lu Gang, who was in charge of registering the amount of grain, pulled Liang Qu out to be a conscript. He preferred to carry grain sacks rather than hold a pen again.

The County Government Office government officials have not yet arrived, so only the Yang Residence can take charge of the overall situation.

Second Senior Brother Yu Dun is County Commandant. Although the distribution of grain is not under the jurisdiction of the County Commandant, there is a shortage of manpower, so there is no one to criticize him for the time being.

Today's convoy is just the first one; there will be two, three, four, and five more following, continuously delivering grain.

Xiang ChangSong and Liang Qu sat together, their Wolf Hair- hair brushes intertwining continuously.

While Xiang ChangSong revealed some good news—he was about to break through the fourth level and become Martial Master, within the next two days! Liang Qu congratulated him. "Then should we treat you to a meal? I heard that Senior Brother Hu treated Lang Yun Tower before."

"It has to be Lang Yun Tower." Xiang ChangSong waved his hand, flicking a few drops of ink from his Wolf Hair brush, and was in a very good mood.

"By the way, I have a few horns from Bullhorn Pomfret. Do you need them, Senior Brother Xiang?"

"Ah, no need for that. This stuff is just a Medicinal Guide. Senior Brother Hu only used a small portion last time and gave me the rest. It's more than enough to make Blood Coagulation Pill."

"I have two larger ones, about the size of a wolfhound's tooth, which should be more effective as Medicinal Guide."

Xiang ChangSong's eyes lit up. "Then I'll accept it without hesitation."

"No problem, I'll get it for you in a bit."

It was already past midnight when the grain was distributed.

The Master's Wife went to bed early, and only the Master and his fellow disciples were present, chatting idly.

The maid brought over a teapot and was about to pour tea when Liang Qu took the teapot and poured tea for each of his fellow disciples, starting with his Master.

Yang Dongxiong and his fellow disciples exchanged glances, their expressions ambiguous.

Xu Zishuai took a sip, his expression suggestive. "Xiao Jiu, if you're being unusually attentive, there's no smoke without fire!"

"Senior Brother Xu is joking. I am the youngest, so it is only right that I do these things."

Yang Dongxiong drank it all in one gulp and put the cup back on the saucer. "Alright, just say what's on your mind."

Liang Qu stepped forward and refilled the glass. "Master, how much do you know about that river in Ping Yang County?"

"Over Dragon River? Why are you asking this? I don't know much about it either, but I heard from the older generation that it was waded out by Flood Dragon. What's wrong with that?"

"I've been hearing this rumor for a while, and I've been very curious. Today, I followed the Over Dragon River and came across a lake in a dense forest. It wasn't very big, but it wasn't small either, about half a mile in length and width."

"Half a mile? That's quite a lot." Yang Dongxiong frowned. "Did you find something in there?"

"To be honest, Master, there are a lot of sturgeon in that lake. They're everywhere. These things eat meat, so they shouldn't be gathered together."

Most peculiarly, at the entrance to the lake were three enormous sturgeon, each nearly two zhang long! Their aura was absolutely that of Spirit Monster, swaying like watchdogs!

Yu Dun, Lu Gang, and all the other senior brothers sat up straight.

Spirit Monster are like fierce tigers; they all have their own territories. There is only one possibility that they can gather together and live in harmony.

Something even more powerful is pressing down.

A Great Monster Spirit, or perhaps Sturgeon Fish Demon? The senior brothers licked their lips.

Sturgeon Monster Spirit a treasure, especially their large tendon, which can increase strength and power! The tendon of Sturgeon Fish Demon is even more remarkable; eating it when young can enhance one's natural talents! It's just a pity that Great Demon are really hard to deal with, and they can escape if you're not careful. A Sturgeon Fish Demon's tendon is extremely rare.

But according to my junior brother's description, this terrain is also excellent.

It's disadvantageous for a person to fight a fish underwater, but if a lake with an outlet is blocked and the water is pumped out, wouldn't it be easy to be slaughtered? Yang Dongxiong's mouth watered upon hearing this, and he missed the delicious taste of Sturgeon Meat.

Liang Qu pressed on, saying, "And Master, it's actually quite strange that there are so many sturgeon in the lake. With so many carnivorous fish, they must need a lot of food."

"You mean"

"Sturgeon, which looks very much like a dragon, is also called Sturgeon Dragon by fishermen. I think that if there were really Great Monster Spirit or even a demon, it would not be confined to a small lake. I suspect that there are other things in it."

"Over Dragon River, Over Dragon River, the Flood Dragon wades through the river—I've heard this legend countless times. So, is it possible that there really is something left behind by the Flood Dragon that makes the Sturgeon King so reluctant to leave?"

A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.

"High-level dungeons don't necessarily require you to grind them to death! You can always hire someone to do it for you!" As soon as Liang Qu said this, everyone present became restless and started to speculate.

If there were really remnants of Flood Dragon, that would be terrible!

Not to mention dragon blood and dragon flesh, Scale Dragon are extraordinary treasures!

"Calm down, what's the rush? The lake is right there, it can't possibly run away, can it? Cultivating oneself starts with cultivating one's character, have you forgotten that?"

Yang Dongxiong's words were a wake-up call.

Everyone adjusted their posture and calmed themselves down.

But I just couldn't stop marveling at it.

The fate of the Long Jiaos Crossing the River is terrifying.

Liang Qu felt that his "Long Jiaos Crossing the River" destiny was just a convenient excuse, which would only make people think that he could easily find resources in the marshes.

"The matter of the Flood Dragon is not urgent for now. It is Water Beast after all. If it is really a demon, I will have to put in a lot of effort. We need to plan it carefully. There is an important matter the day after tomorrow."

Yang Dongxiong pulled out a gold-embossed sticker from his sleeve and handed it to Yu Dun, who was to his left, to read.

"This afternoon someone delivered a visiting card, saying they want to open Martial Arts School in Ping Yang County and want to come and spar with us."

"Isn't that just challenging someone? Who's that? Aren't you afraid of getting beaten to death by Master?" Xu Zishuai took the invitation card from Lu Gang, glanced at it, and handed it to his fifth junior sister.

To be honest, he was quite surprised, not because he was surprised that someone wanted to open Martial Arts School school and challenge him.

Ping Yang Town suddenly became Ping Yang County, with its population increasing more than tenfold. Martial Arts School rely heavily on population to recruit apprentices, so it was inevitable that many talented people would come along and challenge other schools.

Martial arts were prevalent in the Da Shun Dynasty, and sparring and martial arts competitions were a popular pastime.

In particular, the unspoken rule for opening Martial Arts School is that regardless of background or power, anyone who comes is welcome.

Why did you have to come and challenge the Yang Martial Hall? I've never heard of anyone in the surrounding counties who's more skilled than my Master.

"Senior Brother Xu, you didn't read it carefully. It says on it that it's not a comparison between Master, but a comparison of disciples' abilities."

The Fifth Senior Sister looked at it much more carefully and pointed out the contents, "The letter says that even if the Master is powerful, the disciples he teaches may not be powerful as well. Since we are opening Martial Arts School, we should compete in teaching our disciples skills."

"Tch." Xu Zishuai crossed his Erlang and slumped in the armchair. "Isn't he afraid I'll beat his apprentice to death?"

Sixth Senior Brother Cao Rang shook his head after accepting the visiting card. "No, I think this person is probably after Xiao Jiu."

"I?"

Liang Qu took the invitation, examined it carefully, and found that it was indeed true.

The other party made it clear that each side would select three apprentices to compete.

Select the three individuals with the longest, middle, and shortest apprenticeship periods.

The eldest brother is not here, which means it's the Second Senior Brother, the Fifth Senior Sister, and him.

Having only been learning for less than five months, it's obvious that he's using this as a starting point?

Xu Zishuai also realized. "This guy knows his own strength and doesn't want to win at all. He's just hoping to win one out of three games. I bet he's taken in a very talented young disciple!"

Master Yang was a remarkable figure, and naturally, the disciples he taught were all exceptional.

Winning one out of three rounds is better than winning all the other Martial Arts School. To outsiders, that's already a success! Beating a child and defeating a general by half a move are completely different concepts.

The challenger is a shrewd person.

Unfortunately... Xu Zishuai stroked his chin.

When he was teaching Liang Qu the spear, he could feel that his junior brother's strength was more powerful than that of the four Martial Artist.

His Master later confirmed that he Innate Martial Bone and possessed immense strength.

His martial arts talent is exceptional; he understands any move at a glance and can master it immediately. In just over a month, he can learn most of the fighting techniques.

Not to mention, his Fate Standard is that of the Long Jiaos Crossing the River, exceptionally fierce.

Are they sure they didn't choose the wrong person?

Even if the eighth junior brother were to come, he would have a better chance of winning.