Chaotic World Book
Chapter 418 - 407 Future Human List, Awaiting Your Name

Chapter 418: Chapter 407 Future Human List, Awaiting Your Name

Huiji, it is said that in Ancient Times when the region was first established, it was a super-large jurisdiction, encompassing both Su-Hang and originating from the land of the Three Wu.

Later, due to administrative subdivision, Su-Hang rose, and Huiji gradually came to specifically refer to the area around Mount Huiji, which is modern-day Shaoxing, yet it is still called Huiji in this era.

When Tang Buqi recaptured Hangzhou, his army was stationed there, only a little over a hundred miles from Huiji, directly opposing Maitreya’s final resistance force at the distance of a hundred miles.

In fact, Maitreya’s position now could hardly be much different from that of a city under siege, with various southern powers counterattacking and others seizing the moment for their expansion, resulting in Huiji becoming nearly an isolated island, encircled in the middle.

Before, they wouldn’t have dared to be so direct, apart from Tang Buqi who was willing to take the lead; others did not wish to stand out, for Maitreya was prepared to risk it all to strike down whoever dared to lead the charge... although under heavy protection it might not be possible, and Maitreya might not be willing to risk his life for it, but people are afraid, so why bother? If some hotheaded youth wants to lead, then let him.

The deterrence of the Earth List’s top ranks lies here.

But since Maitreya was thwarted in Xiangyang, everyone knew he was seriously injured, and within days, Jiangnan changed colors.

However, "Alliance Hierarch" Tang Buqi stationed his troops in Hangzhou and did not launch an all-out attack, as if Mt. Huiji was hiding a thunderbolt capable of blasting tens of thousands of troops, so he hesitated to advance.

People had varying thoughts.

Some believed that Tang Buqi was cultivating a problem for his advantage, while others thought he was using the opportunity to turn his weapons around, ready to nibble away at others’ power.

The closest guess was that the young master was waiting for his aunt to come and take charge before he dared to go all out.

"Lord Tang," someone went to see Tang Buqi in the dead of night, "Maitreya is heavily injured at present, rumored to be unseen for a month, with only remnants left, the morale is low, and there are no capable generals at his disposal... Huiji is in disarray, if we don’t take this opportunity to eliminate this threat, then when?"

Tang Buqi, wearing his robe, sat in the Commander’s Tent as if reading, and upon hearing this, calmly said, "They also have no food, just encircle them, and they will break in days."

"Wait any longer and, once Maitreya recovers from his injuries, even if we destroy his forces, he could still break out and flee on his own, becoming an endless future problem."

"Before that, my aunt should also arrive, no worries..."

The adviser choked on his words and stormed out with a stamp of his foot, "Foolish boy, unfit for counsel!"

This Young Master becoming the Alliance Hierarch, gaining prestige was indeed a disgrace. He had long forgotten why he once dared not take the lead and suddenly felt that the great task of conquering Huiji and cutting down Maitreya—why couldn’t he do it?

The contest among the heroes was just taking shape; the Tang family originally had a great opportunity... Since Tang Buqi himself had passed the opportunity, if not seizing it now, when else?

At dawn, Wu Weiyang, the Deputy General of the Demon Suppression Department, rushed to report, "Young Master, after Governor Zhu went back, he mobilized troops and attacked Huiji on his own at night..."

Tang Buqi put down his book and sighed, "Everyone thinks I’m just a precious jewel... well, indeed, I am a precious jewel."

Wu Weiyang, "..."

Tang Buqi said, "My aunt stated that Huiji is not easy to take by conventional means, we must wait for her to come. They don’t believe it, what can I do... The Alliance Army is just that, an alliance. Everyone follows me as the Hierarch for my aunt’s sake, but I’m not their real boss. Just in terms of official Imperial position, Governor Zhu is my superior."

Wu Weiyang sighed, "I know this too well... But should we rescue them now?"

Tang Buqi’s eyes were deep and unfathomable, "No rescue."

The expression on Wu Weiyang’s face shifted somewhat.

Tang Buqi said, "The Alliance Army wants to compete for merits, and their hearts are unsettled. Since someone wants to set an example, let them be one, so everyone can see clearly why we should wait. Without a lesson written in blood, in the future, a word from each person and our Alliance Army’s orders will be ignored."

Wu Weiyang was silent for a moment, before murmuring in a low voice, "That makes sense."

Tang Buqi said, "On the other hand, it’s good for those who most want to stand out to learn this lesson..."

Wu Weiyang’s eyes flickered.

Tang Buqi murmured to himself, "Otherwise, with such ambition... After settling Maitreya, we have to settle him next..."

Wu Weiyang, "..."

Tang Buqi smiled brightly, "Prepare the troops for departure."

Wu Weiyang was taken aback, "Young Master, did you not say not to rescue?"

"We have to make the appearance of a rescue... don’t enter Huiji, save as many as possible on the return, otherwise, the people’s hearts will really scatter."

Wu Weiyang bowed in respect, "Understood."

...

In mid-March, Luling’s Governor Zhu Huan, without waiting for the Alliance Army’s order, took over ten thousand elite troops and launched a night attack on Huiji.

Looking at the city’s defenses from afar, where even the flags atop the city wall were askew, Zhu Huan chuckled, "Such pitiful defenses... We’ll gladly accept the first merit in subduing Maitreya that they do not want. Gentlemen, heed my order, within half an hour, I want to be drinking in the city!"

His troops uniformly attacked the city gates, as siege weapons rolled forward.

Suddenly, the city gates flung wide open, and about a thousand monk soldiers burst forth.

"They dare to sortie from the city for battle?" Zhu Huan was stunned, "Have they lost their minds?"

The vanguard quickly made contact with the monk soldiers, which to Zhu Huan’s surprise, were far from the "remnants of a defeated army" they had expected. Their overwhelming presence suggested an invincible iron army fresh from countless victories. On first contact, it was Zhu Huan’s troops, presumed elite, that crumbled.

"Something’s wrong!" the Deputy Generals at his side exclaimed in alarm, "They’re impervious to swords and spears!"

Zhu Huan also noticed that the monk soldiers seemed immune to blades and spears, with their weapons leaving not even a mark on them.

How could they possibly fight them?

This was at least at the level of Situ Xiao; how many in the entire world could match Situ Xiao? Are there truly a thousand such figures here?

Impossible. If the Maitreya’s army had this level of skill earlier, Jiangnan would have long been lost!

"This is impossible! Allow me to personally break their sorcery!" Zhu Huan, a Ninth Layer master of the Mystical Gate, charged forward on horseback, thrusting his spear at the leading monk soldier.

With a "clang" of metal on metal, the spear pierced through the heart of the monk soldier.

"I’ve said it before, it’s impossible for them to be truly impervious to blades and spears!" Zhu Huan shouted angrily as he brandished his spear, "They have a weakness, and it’s located in their heart! Don’t panic, everyone, hold..."

Before he could finish, his own eyes widened in shock.

The monk soldier he had just impaled did not fall to the ground but instead clutched the shaft of the spear, staring intently at him with eyes shining with a bright golden light.

The eyes were devoid of whites, glittering with pure gold.

This was not a person... or rather, not a living person!

"Damn it... retreat! All forces, retreat!" Zhu Huan cursed fiercely as he pulled out his spear and wheeled his horse around.

But how could a retreat be possible in such a situation?

In the blink of an eye, a thousand monk soldiers breached Zhu Huan’s army; his forces crumbled, and the enemy blades reached the forefront where Zhu Huan stood.

A monk soldier leaped up, swung a golden Vow Blade straight at Zhu Huan’s throat. Zhu Huan, straining to block the blow, found himself surrounded by several more slashing Vow Blades. Despite the superior numbers of his men, he fell into a terrifying siege, his trusted aides incapable of lending him even the slightest aid.

After all, these blades had no effect on them!

As he watched his trusted aides and Deputy Generals scattered in death and injury around him, Zhu Huan’s heart filled with pain and regret.

The Tang sect leader had said that Huiji was not to be taken by conventional means, advising to wait for her arrival... He had thought it was the Tang family wanting to claim the chief achievement, for Tang Buqi was only beholden to his aunt.

Great achievements lay ahead, but to not seize them when presented by the heavens would invite calamity.

The result...

Tang Wanju was right.

Without even seeing the face of Maitreya, they were slaughtered by a mere thousand monk soldiers, blood flowing like rivers...

He, too, was going to die...

"Clang!" With a thrust of his spear, Zhu Huan parried a circle of Vow Blades, suppressing the blood welling in his throat, he leaned low on his saddle and rode off.

All around him, the sounds of battle shook the heavens, and golden light filled his vision. Zhu Huan dashed left and right, but he could not break free.

He, Zhu Huan, was much stronger than the average soldier, but even if he could fight one, ten, how could he fight a hundred, a thousand? Especially ones that could not be killed...

It didn’t take long for him to lose strength.

Zhu Huan impaled a monk soldier’s throat with his spear; a cut to his own back made him stagger, and he sighed deeply, "My time has come..."

He realized that these monk soldiers didn’t possess endless strength either; their power was fading, now considerably weaker than before... Unfortunately, he was deteriorating even faster.

At that moment, a contingent of cavalry charged toward the fray.

At the forefront, the Sword Qi of Tang Buqi surged as the head of a monk soldier hit the ground, yet the body still scrambled around, unable to die.

Tang Buqi did not engage further, brandishing his sword he shouted, "Soldiers of Luling, move this way, I’ll cover the rear!"

Like a lighthouse in the storm, the scattered Luling soldiers headed towards Tang Buqi’s direction.

Tang Buqi soared upwards, sweeping his sword to fend off the monk soldiers surrounding Zhu Huan, and grabbed Zhu Huan by the collar, pulling him up, "Let’s go!"

The two of them landed on Tang Buqi’s horse, and with another sweep of his sword, the significantly weakened monk soldiers were cleared away, the warhorse neighing long as they sped away.

Sadly, upon looking down, Zhu Huan was already lifeless.

A slash of golden light streaked across the sky.

Not a record of achievements; not even a single word for the governor who died at the city, insignificant in the eyes of the Chaotic World Book.

What it recorded was:

"In the middle of March, as Tang Buqi turns twenty-five, he will no longer be on the Hidden Dragon List, removed automatically."

"In the future on the Human List, await your name."

These eight words weren’t a special affection from the Chaotic World Book, every person who aged off the Hidden Dragon List received this expectation.

But aging off meant that potential was seen as limited. From Ancient Times to the present, those achieving greatness later in life and climbing onto the Human List were rare, very rare. Even for those that did, they typically peaked at the Human List, with no precedent of reaching the Earth List.

Yet both the Maitreya within the city and the routed soldiers outside felt that this one might just make it.

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