Azure Heaven Saber
Chapter 930 - 930 314 The War Begins Two in One_2

Chapter 930: Chapter 314 The War Begins [Two in One]_2 Chapter 930: Chapter 314 The War Begins [Two in One]_2 “A master has actually been here!?”

Feng Yin was surprised to see this.

Yet, he wasn’t too afraid. Now that he belonged to the ranks of the half-step Cloud Top masters, even if he couldn’t beat them, couldn’t he still run away?

With his current cultivation, using the “Stealing the Sky and Changing the Day” technique, even the original Sky Stealer would be left trailing behind, feeling ashamed of his inferiority.

Feng Yin even felt that his speed might be more than twice as fast as Sky Stealer!

With this to rely on, the current Physician Feng was very confident, very much at ease.

This was the first time since he had transmigrated that he felt an absolute certainty that ‘I can protect my own life’!

This feeling was something he had never experienced even when he first obtained his golden finger, at least not with such a tangible sense of reality.

Security—a sense of security brought about by his own power.

——Mainly from the speed of the “Stealing the Sky and Changing the Day” technique.

This is where a modern soul differs fundamentally from the indigenous people of the ancient world or the martial artists of the Anping Continent.

It’s about being prepared for a rainy day, a trait etched into the very genes.

Everything is for the sake of preserving life and ensuring survival!

…

Over in Yuezhou.

Wu Tiejun was still locked in a stalemate with the Qi and Yan armies, with constant friction during this period.

Originally, the three commanders were almost evenly matched.

Fighting in well-known terrain, to be honest, all three leaders knew down to which spots in the nearby forests could hide more than two people. It was a contest of pure power.

Things like setting up ambushes in advance didn’t really exist, they were all trivial matters.

Only during a full-scale battle could those tactics be used.

And now, it was freezing cold.

Everyone was quite well-behaved.

Daily challenges were issued, sides cursed each other out as a matter of routine, just to have something to do.

Gradually, the Qi and Yan forces simply stopped bothering with challenges and daily routines.

Because they couldn’t win the shouting matches. With Fei Xinyu there, how could they possibly win a war of words?!

Fei Xinyu, to the Qi and Yan forces now, was simply an unsolvable entity!

Yes, the so-called unsolvable here is not just because of his world-class foul mouth.

If it had been the previous Fei Xinyu, it would have been somewhat easier to deal with, being just a trash talker with a dirty mouth. One could just engage him directly in combat, attack so fiercely that he had no opportunity to speak, opening up a chance to take him down.

Or you could beat him down with brute force so that he had no time to speak.

But his old adversaries discovered that this move no longer worked against the current Fei Xinyu, or rather, Fei Xinyu was very happy if you did just that!

Because Fei Xinyu’s cultivation had increased by at least seven or eight times compared to before!

With such a drastic improvement, how could his old rivals, who were nearly marking time, compete?!

Going up against him reluctantly was almost akin to courting death!

Even worse, as his cultivation increased, Fei Xinyu’s power to curse increased by at least a hundredfold!

On the one hand, his cultivation progress meant his energy flows were longer, and when he opened his mouth, his voice could shake a radius of dozens of miles. Even a few hundred people united in a cursing squad couldn’t outdo him alone, and just his volume and momentum would leave them in the dust, not a match for him. After a whole day of cursing without losing breath, he would come back the next day, still spirited and high-spirited.

On the other hand, as his own strength had increased, his range and intensity of filthy language had become more unrestrained.

The things he did not dare to curse too venomously before and had tabooed, Fei Xinyu now spat out with exceptional fluidity, truly without any taboos, smoothly from the heart to the lips, without the slightest stutter.

They couldn’t out-talk him.

They couldn’t beat him in combat.

It was simply excruciating!

So much so that Wu Tiejun, based at the headquarters, gave his first order every morning: “Fei Xinyu, heed my command!”

“Your subordinate is present!”

“You are to provoke a battle!”

“Yes, sir!”

Then Fei Xinyu would lead his men there, stand in front of the formations, root the enemy, and start the day’s performance.

“Sons, daddy’s here again…”

Then he’d call out the names of commanding generals on the other side one by one, uttering endless filthy and innovative curses, rarely repeating himself.

At first, he began with the well-known ancestors, cursing through each generation about what they had done, who they married, how many concubines they took—telling it engagingly, like a storyteller, full of excitement.

After covering the known and likely facts, he then began making things up out of thin air, yet his lies were told with serious conviction as if they were true.

As he narrated these stories at the frontlines, the soldiers on both sides were actually engrossed and never tired of it.

Only the one being cursed spat blood in rage.

Today Fei Xinyu would come, tomorrow he would return: today cursing your ancestors and great-ancestors, tomorrow denouncing your grandfathers and fathers—in short, none of your generations were good for anything.

Later, it went further, with a succession of obscene and foul anecdotes involving excrement, urine, and flatulence, all full of wit and amusement.

Stories such as how a certain ancestor once fell into a latrine pit by accident and unwittingly ate a mouthful… after emerging, to avoid embarrassment, he was said to have commented, ‘Not a bad taste…’—allegedly done by a certain general’s ancestor, complete with when and where it happened, and even naming supposed witnesses…

The narratives were convincingly lifelike.

The embarrassed general turned purple with anger yet was completely powerless against him.

Gradually, the man grew more audacious, cursing the Qi forces one day, the Yan forces another.

With his current profound cultivation, his voice was so loud it seemed unnatural, and when he started cursing, it was rare for any of the three armies not to hear him.