The Realm of a Great Grandmaster, Hot Blood Hard to Cool

It did not exceed Yu Ke's expectations.

The Lu Family Army won!

After all, the difference in numbers had not been stretched too far.

Eight thousand against thirty thousand Iron Pagoda Cavalry, plus ten thousand infantry supporting the flanks. The enemy numbered only a little over five times their own.

And only when fighting with their backs to the water did true heroes show themselves.

At such a moment, with the cauldrons smashed and the boats sunk, between life and death, earth-shaking feats often arose.

Yu Ke smiled faintly, feeling honored to share in it.

The simulation continued!

[The battle of Hulao Pass ended in a great victory, and North Wind's army retreated in defeat.]

[At this moment, however, an accident occurred while the two armies were giving chase. Four monks dressed in white had appeared on the field at some unknown time.]

[By coincidence, in the gap in the army's deployment, only a few personal guards remained beside Lu Jiaxuan and his two sons.]

[The four had come with ill intent. One of them, an old monk as withered as firewood, was able to hold down a galloping horse firmly with only his two hands, shocking everyone beyond measure.]

[Seeing this, Ouyang Jingyu's expression changed drastically. "Not good, they're tantric Chan masters from Great Snow Mountain!" He knew well that these tantric monks from the Western Regions possessed unfathomable strength and were by no means ordinary people.]

[He immediately had the three of you, Lu Jiaxuan and his sons, retreat, while he stayed behind to hold back the four men.]

[The old monk chanted Amitabha, his face showing compassion, then suddenly flung out the prayer beads in his hand and injured the three men's horses.]

[Seeing this, Ouyang Jingyu faced the old monk as if facing a great enemy.]

[Lu Yu, however, curled his lip in disdain.]

[Though the old monk had the appearance of an elderly man, his blood and qi were as full as a middle-aged man's, making Ouyang Jingyu unable to help worrying: could this man be Great Snow Mountain's abbot, Chan Master Longshu?]

[That was an expert at the half-step great grandmaster realm.]

[Looking at the four monks before you, you could not help showing confusion.]

[You cultivated on Zhongnan, spending much of your time in bitter training and rarely asking about other sects.]

[Lu Yu, however, could count the other sects on his fingers like family treasures. Lu Yu explained, "North Wind's Great Snow Mountain is one of Buddhism's tantric branches. They cultivate flesh-body Chan, revere the Joyous Buddha, and believe in the so-called 'Heaven of Desire' and 'God of Love,' believing that the mingling of yin and yang is the beginning of all life."]

[The disciples of the sect often had several female pets, treated like pigs and dogs, usually bound with ropes. Great Snow Mountain held an exalted position in North Wind, and several of North Wind's khans had once cultivated there.]

[Who knew how many women within Great Qing's borders, after being captured by North Wind, had been sent to Great Snow Mountain to serve these Chan masters in cultivating their arts, harvesting and replenishing themselves with the women's primordial yin.]

[Once a woman was harvested, she had only a few years left to live. It was an evil art.]

[Lu Yu sneered at this and said unconcernedly, "They're nothing but an evil cult that could not survive in the Western Regions. Those so-called cultivation methods are petty scraps of the Dao, not worth mentioning."]

[Hearing this, Ouyang Jingyu could not help shaking his head. The boy did not know how high the heavens were or how thick the earth was. Great Snow Mountain was North Wind's centuries-old titan of martial learning, holding the ox ear of the jianghu.]

[You suddenly understood. Was this not just flower monks using women as cultivation tools? Their evil deeds were simply enough to make one's hair stand on end.]

[Who knew how many women the old monk before you had bedded and how many women he had ruined to possess his current strength.]

[Ouyang Jingyu sensed their auras. Aside from the old monk's unclear aura, the other three had all revealed the pressure of the grandmaster realm.]

[The Lu father and sons' horses were injured, so they were destined not to get far. Once caught, there would be only a road to death.]

[Ouyang Jingyu was beside himself with anxiety.]

[Ordinary people facing experts of the grandmaster realm had no strength to fight back at all. Of course, he knew Lu Yu's strength was extraordinary, but Lu Yu was still too young now. Given time, he might not necessarily fail to become a grandmaster in the future.]

[Ouyang Jingyu gritted his teeth, steeled his heart, and blocked the four monks. No matter what, he could not let the commander of the Lu Family Army die here. How would he answer to Wang Yang if he did?]

[Once Lu Jiaxuan died, North Wind would probably immediately sweep back like rolled-up earth.]

[The old monk stayed behind to deal with Ouyang Jingyu and arranged for the other three to walk toward you.]

[Ouyang Jingyu was famous for the broad sword in his hand, weighing seventy-two catties. His moves opened wide and closed wide like a general leading troops into battle, which was how he earned the title of General Sword.]

[But the old monk relied on a pair of flesh palms to take it head-on, beating Ouyang Jingyu back step by step. Before more than a dozen moves had passed, the countershock force came surging up, making the web between his thumb and forefinger ache and his arms turn sore and numb.]

[In his heart, he had already confirmed that this man was Great Snow Mountain's abbot, Chan Master Longshu, whose Arhat Skill, capable of subduing dragons and taming tigers, shook North Wind's jianghu with awe.]

[The old monk smiled lightly, squeezing a trace of a smile onto his withered face, and said, "Amitabha. Young benefactor, since you have guessed my identity, why continue to resist?"]

["Your abilities are not weak. If you are willing to enter this old monk's tutelage, you may become my fourth disciple. I will spare your life and take you to experience the utmost bliss of the human world. Would that not be wonderful?"]

[Experts of the grandmaster realm were already rare under heaven, and even Great Snow Mountain had only six.]

[Hearing this, Ouyang Jingyu shouted angrily, "Go to your mother, bald donkey!"]

[The old monk did not mind either. He smiled, only increasing the force in his hands by several more degrees.]

[The broad sword in Ouyang Jingyu's hands could no longer hold out and was almost about to fly from his grip.]

[The gap between grandmaster and half-step great grandmaster was truly too large. The latter had already touched the step of innate, and both strength and speed had increased severalfold. It was simply not something he could match.]

[Innate was the realm pursued by all martial artists under heaven.]

[At this moment, a voice rang out.]

["Old monk, you should let him be your eldest disciple instead. It seems like you don't have any disciples anymore."]

[A voice rang out.]

[At some unknown time, Lu Yu had already arrived before the two of them.]

[The old monk turned back in confusion, and the scene before him made his eyes split with rage.]

[He saw that his three disciples were already lying in pools of blood, without any signs of life.]

[The old monk could not believe it. His eyes were filled with fury. Great Snow Mountain had lost three grandmasters, which had already cut into its flesh and bones.]

[Even Ouyang Jingyu, who had finally managed to gain a chance to catch his breath at the side, had a face full of shock.]

[He looked once more at the youth before him. There was an innate qi circulating around Lu Yu, and though he had not assumed a boxing stance, a boxing intent naturally clung to him.]

["This is the Three Truths Sect's... Empty Clarity Fist!"]

[Boxing intent roaming the body, the realm of a grandmaster.]

[Ouyang Jingyu was inexplicably shocked.]

[This Lu Yu had actually stepped into the grandmaster realm, but even so, it was impossible for him to instantly kill three grandmasters of the same realm.]

[His heart could not help tightening. He had some guesses, then immediately denied them.]

[The old monk had already roared angrily, "You killed my disciples. I'll have you pay with your life."]

[The outcome held no surprises. Longshu lasted only a dozen moves or so in Lu Yu's hands. Lu Yu formed a fist seal and smashed the old monk's shoulder down, then struck his head with another punch, killing him as blood flowed from all seven orifices.]

[Before the old monk died, his eyes were wide open.]

[His pair of eyes died unable to close, and he murmured, "The realm of a great grandmaster... how is that possible!"]

[Also with eyes wide open was Ouyang Jingyu. Hearing Longshu's words before death, he was already stupefied.]

[The realm of a great grandmaster at twenty years old. How could that be possible? But the facts were right before his eyes, leaving him no choice but to believe.]

[Hulao Pass ended in a great victory. The Lu Family Army, with eight thousand, broke forty thousand and beheaded more than thirty thousand.]

[Once this news emerged, it shocked the world.]

[This was Great Qing's first great victory in twenty years.]

[Countless households in the south rushed to tell one another, and for a time the name Lu Family Army spread roaringly under heaven.]

[As North Wind's great army withdrew from the Yellow River, Wang Yang stood atop the city wall, shaken in his heart, tears and snot streaming down his face.]

[They had won. They had truly won.]

[On this day, your father returned in victory. He, who had barely drunk for many years, made an exception for the first time and brought out his treasured fine wine.]

[Hulao Pass was filled with song and dance in peace, and your father and Wang Yang drank themselves into a stupor.]

[Wang Yang also truly took you seriously for the first time, praising you as having "a thousand soldiers and ten thousand horses in your belly."]

[He praised Lu Yu as "an enemy of ten thousand men."]

[You merely smiled faintly.]

[Very clearly, Lu Yu did not like this title, secretly thinking, Isn't that just calling me a brute?!]

[Your father had already drunk too much. Clearly drunk, he hurriedly held on to him and said, "Father, you're drunk."]

[Your father smiled and said, "Shenzhou, I am not drunk. I am only delighted in my heart."]

[He raised his cup and said loudly.]

["Twenty years of humiliation and ruin, twenty years of fleeing in disgrace, our family and country utterly lost, and Lu Jiaxuan's heart despondent."]

["Few soldiers and fewer generals, repeated battles and repeated defeats, mediocre and muddling along, wasting away the days and months."]

["Old age is nearly upon me. How can I speak of recovering the mountains and rivers!"]

["However, today I saw hope."]

["Ten years drinking ice, yet hot blood is hard to cool."]