Zichuan Xiu's Unease, Lin Junyu Prepares to Back Him Up

"Godfather, do you know that the Flowing Wind Clan has marched its army right up to the Imperial Capital?"

Seeing Lin Junyu acting as though nothing had happened, Zichuan Xiu suspected that his godfather had once again become absorbed in his research and was completely oblivious to the outside world.

Everyone in the Imperial Capital was gripped by chaos and worry.

Yet his godfather could still leisurely cook and practice his punches.

"Oh? Has it already reached this point?"

Lin Junyu truly had not known what was happening outside. He stayed within the manor and rarely went out.

But even if he had known, he would not have taken it to heart.

With his current strength, even if hundreds of thousands of troops stood before him, he could carve his way in and out seven times over.

And if he wanted to leave, he could do so with ease. No one could stop him.

Besides, he knew the plot of the original novel. Zichuan Xiu would resolve this crisis later on as well.

So there was simply no reason for him to panic.

"What is it? Is it troublesome? Do you need my help?"

Seeing the lingering worry on Zichuan Xiu's youthful face, Lin Junyu asked with concern.

In his eyes, this was nothing more than a minor matter.

He had forced back an army of a million demon troops. A mere 130,000 soldiers from the Flowing Wind Clan—

If they made him uncomfortable, he could reduce them to ashes with a flick of his finger.

But for an ordinary person like Zichuan Xiu, there was much more to consider.

"I don't know what I should do. I want to lead the eight hundred student cavalrymen I brought and rescue the remaining Central Army and Imperial Guard elites who are being surrounded and wiped out."

"Only by saving the surviving Central Army and Imperial Guard can we have a chance of defeating the Flowing Wind army and protecting the Imperial Capital."

"But I don't know whether I can succeed."

Although Zichuan Xiu had always wanted to enter the battlefield and temper himself, now that a battle which could decide the clan's fate lay before him—

At eleven years old, he was still only a boy. His heart was filled with confusion, fear, and unease.

There were not many troops left in the Imperial Capital, and they still had to defend the city and stabilize the situation within it.

Therefore, the only force he could deploy was the eight hundred fellow academy students from the Far East who were willing to follow him.

With eight hundred men against over a hundred thousand Flowing Wind soldiers, hoping to turn the situation around, he had no confidence at all.

His thoughts in turmoil and his heart restless, he wanted to find someone to confide in and seek advice from.

Lin Junyu knew what Zichuan Xiu intended to do. In the original story, he had done exactly this—and succeeded.

In everyone else's eyes, it had been a miracle.

But the Zichuan Xiu standing before him now was merely a green youth with not even the slightest confidence in this battle. Being asked to face an army of over a hundred thousand alone, the pressure on him was easy to imagine.

"What? Are you afraid? Scared? You haven't even done anything yet, and you're already thinking about failure?"

Lin Junyu naturally knew what he was worried about. But after all these years, everything he had taught him was already more than enough to let him handle this crisis with ease.

Still, he was only an eleven-year-old child who had never seen much warfare. It was perfectly normal for him to feel lost and afraid. What he needed was confidence.

"Godfather, do you think what I'm doing is right? If I fail, all eight hundred students who came with me willingly will die!"

Zichuan Xiu was deeply worried and had little confidence. Those eight hundred students had placed their lives in his hands.

He did not want to lead them onto a battlefield where survival was almost impossible.

Lin Junyu looked at the young Zichuan Xiu and smiled.

Still an inexperienced little guy. When had there ever been a war without deaths?

If his elder brother Di Lin were here, let alone eight hundred people—

He could round up every able-bodied commoner and noble in the Imperial Capital, give them weapons, and force them to charge forward!

Everyone had to grow. Once he went through this, he would surely transform into a qualified warrior and leader.

"You have that little confidence? As long as you can put the things I taught you into practice—"

"Forget bringing them all back safely. Driving back the Flowing Wind Clan would be easy."

"How about this? I'll go on this expedition with you. With me backing you up, just go all out without worry. What do you say?"

The moment Zichuan Xiu heard his godfather's words, a smile appeared on his face.

"If Godfather comes with me, then I'll be ninety percent confident in this battle."

Watching Zichuan Xiu's expression change so quickly, Lin Junyu scolded him.

"You brat, were you pretending? Did you just want me to go with you and back you up?"

Zichuan Xiu scratched his head and said embarrassedly, "I wasn't pretending. I really was worried—but it's also true that I wanted Godfather to help me!"

"With my foster father backing me up, I feel much more at ease!"

Zichuan Xiu had come to see his foster father because he wanted him to come out and help him.

Though he could not see through his foster father's abilities and strength, they were undoubtedly formidable. With an expert holding the fort, he had confidence.

"Alright, you've finally come back after so long. Stay and have a meal first. Come, taste the flavors of home!"

Lin Junyu grumpily patted Zichuan Xiu on the head. He was so young, yet already so crafty.

No wonder he had often dragged Zuo Chuan Mingwang around to fight everywhere in the original story.

Worthy of being the future King of Light—at such a young age, he was already fully considering how to use every available force around him to wage a battle.

"Foster Father, it's so good to have you!"

Having only just lost his Chief Commander foster father, Zichuan Xiu's heart was already filled with helplessness and sorrow.

But at a time like this, he could only suppress all those emotions.

Fortunately, he still had a foster father he could rely on.

Lin Junyu picked up Zichuan Xiu, who had already grown to his waist, and carried him into the house.

The room was bathed in candlelight, glowing with a warm, dim yellow radiance.

Lin Junyu brought the large spread of prepared dishes to the table.

Though Zichuan Xiu had long grown accustomed to all manner of delicacies outside, he felt that today's meal was the most delicious he had ever eaten.

Early the next morning, a fully armed force of eight hundred cavalry rode out of Imperial Capital City beneath the light of the rising sun.

"The Central Army and Imperial Guard are surrounded just ahead. We have to break through the entire Liufeng Army defensive line to get in!"

"Everyone, follow my lead as the arrowhead! Form a wedge formation and advance!"

"Yes!"

Lin Junyu rode lazily at the rear of the formation.

This time, he was only there as a safeguard. Zichuan Xiu would make the specific decisions himself, and Lin Junyu would not interfere.

"Ahh... so sleepy. This is the first time I've gotten up this early."

Lin Junyu yawned as he followed the charging formation ahead.

He had grown used to sleeping late and waking late. Yet early this morning, Zichuan Xiu had dragged him out to set off.

The reason was that early morning was when soldiers were most relaxed, so launching a surprise attack then would be more effective.

This truly made things hard on Lin Junyu. In all his decades, this was the first time he had gotten up at dawn. When had he ever not slept until he woke naturally?

While Lin Junyu was still drowsy, the force ahead, led by Zichuan Xiu, was about to charge into the enemy camp.