Zhang San, please behave yourself!
Chapter 475 - 447: Which Grand Army is at the Horizon?

Chapter 475: Chapter 447: Which Grand Army is at the Horizon?

Zhang San rode Hei directly to the north, searching as he went.

With the experience from last time, Zhang San was now much more at ease in seeking out the Tujue tribes.

Soon, Zhang San discovered a Tujue tribe that seemed much larger than the one he had encountered before, with tents numbering over a thousand. Around the tents, he could see livestock, perhaps fifty or sixty thousand sheep and cows, and even thousands of war horses.

At that moment, Zhang San felt as if he had seen a mountain of gold.

I’m going to be rich!

On the way there, Zhang San had already thought of how he was going to rob them, so this time, he first discreetly set up some things around the tribe, and then had Hei fly up high, to a height where his arrows could cover the area below, but where it would be difficult for a normal person to shoot arrows up to.

Once everything was ready, Zhang San used the Thunder Method, setting off thunderous explosions in the sky.

Then, as the Tujue people below were startled awake and some began to come out to see what was happening,

they saw a black Chi Dragon circling above their tribe under the crescent moon, and on the back of the Chi Dragon, sat a person.

Seeing such a mysterious and strange scene, many Tujue people screamed in alarm.

Soon, the whole tribe was awakened by the noise.

By the time everyone came out to see the dragon and the person in the sky, Zhang San felt the atmosphere was just about right.

He raised his hand towards the ground.

Suddenly, twelve massive pillars of fire burst from the ground around the tribe.

The diameter of each pillar of fire was nearly two zhang.

The sight of the huge fire pillars made all the Tujue people think of the gods they worshipped, and one by one, they fell to their knees in fear.

Although some powerful individuals felt something was off and did not kneel, at that moment, they too began to feel a sense of panic.

High in the air, Zhang San used Wind Series Techniques to twist his voice into a bizarre sound full of echoes.

"I am the God of Mysterious Strategy. You have forsaken your faith. You shall be expelled from the lands of lush water and grass, to the south, never to return!"

As soon as Zhang San spoke, his words turned into endless echoes reverberating through the air.

Many Tujue people did not understand Zhang San’s words, but some did understand the words "God of Mysterious Strategy," or rather just "mysterious strategy." Immediately, some began to kowtow on the ground.

However, some martial artists sensed that something was not right about the person in the sky.

Thus, a martial artist returned to his tent, took his bow and arrows, and fired an arrow at Zhang San in mid-air.

However, to deceive the Tujue people below, Zhang San had already set up his defenses, with countless unseen winds circling around him.

When the arrow reached halfway, it was blown off course by the winds and fell to the ground.

The Tujue people had been shooting arrows from childhood and knew how far an arrow could go.

When they saw their own arrows lose power in mid-flight, many were shocked and even began to doubt, believing that perhaps a deity had truly appeared.

At that point, Zhang San drew his bow and shot an arrow—’pfft.’

An arrow, fast as a shooting star, plunged into the chest of the martial artist who had just fired the arrow, pinning him dead to the ground.

Seeing their tribesman killed, several Tujue people around him grew furious and began to shout and howl at the sky.

Then Zhang San continued to shoot arrows, one by one, each taking down a target.

Soon, as dozens of Tujue were killed by his arrows, the rest chose to kneel silently, with no one else daring to stand up against him.

Next, Zhang San waved his hand, and the two pillars of fire to the south suddenly dissipated.

He pointed towards the south.

The Tujue people understood that they were to leave in the southern direction.

So, everyone began to pack their belongings, gathering their cattle, sheep, and horses, and setting off to the south.

And Zhang San, he followed behind them.

Indeed, deception... Well... Genuine invitations are more useful!

It is a fact that the Tujue people worship the God of Mysterious Strategy.

And I, Zhang San, saying I am the God of Mysterious Strategy, that is just an opinion.

Just the same, the fact is that the Tujue people are heading south.

"I, Zhang San, deceived them into heading south, that was the plan."

"Is the plan the truth? No, it’s not."

"Therefore, the matter concerning me, Zhang San, deceiving the Tujue people, is not the truth!"

Just as Zhang San was marveling at his own cleverness, he suddenly noticed three figures leaping up from below, charging straight at him.

Spiritual Platform Realm!

Zhang San hadn’t paid much attention before, but now he realized that there were Spiritual Platform Realm powerhouses within this tribe.

Fortunately, Zhang San quickly noticed that among the three people, only the one in the middle was from the Spiritual Platform Realm, while the two flanking him were Martial Artists of the True Core Realm.

Thus, Zhang San quickly took a straw man out of the Gluttonous Bag, placed it on Hei’s back, and swiftly disguised it with Wood Series Techniques to look exactly like himself.

The next instant, as Zhang San dashed downward, he drew his Mo Blade, slicing down from above and exhibiting Blade Intent.

With a "pu" sound.

Zhang San performed the Eight Steps Xun Flash while mid-air, rushing to the side of the True Core Realm Tujue Martial Artist on the left and bisected him with a single slash, then his figure flashed again.

The other True Core Realm Martial Artist hadn’t noticed his brother being killed when he felt something approaching from behind. Then through bone conduction, he heard the sound of a blade cutting through flesh, and finally, he felt his vision widen towards both sides.

The Spiritual Platform Realm Cultivator in the middle had thought that Zhang San would strike at him, as he had already realized that the other wasn’t some deity but a Cultivator from the Great Sui, so he wanted to take advantage of Zhang San’s distraction to launch a sneak attack.

He had brought his two sons with him, hoping to make a name for themselves within the tribe.

But he could never have anticipated that just as he was about to make his move, one son was cleaved horizontally, the other vertically.

Just as he was enraged and about to retaliate, he was momentarily intimidated by the Might Zhang San used.

Might!?

The Tujue Cultivator knew that among the powerhouses of the Spiritual Platform Realm, some could comprehend this intangible force, but alas, he had not grasped it yet.

And during that momentary daze of intimidation, it seemed as though he saw a blade light, capable of splitting heaven and earth, descending towards his head.

Three men, three slashes.

Zhang San swiftly slaughtered the three men and then flew back onto Hei’s back, quickly stowing away the straw man he had placed earlier.

Meanwhile, the Tujue people on the ground saw the three strongest father and sons of their tribe rush up to resist the deity, only to be killed by a split-second, three-blade strike from a division of the figure on high.

At this moment, countless Tujue people knelt on the ground and kowtowed frantically towards Zhang San in the night sky.

By noon the next day, Changsun Wugen, who had not encountered Zhang San’s trail, started to worry.

After all, the Tujue were not fools; they knew that the armies of the Great Sui occasionally came to raid and lived so close to them.

Therefore, to plunder the Tujue, one must venture deep into the grasslands.

But once deep in the grasslands, there was a possibility of encountering a mobbing by Tujue powerhouses.

Last time, Zhang San had returned early in the morning.

But now it was noon, and despite having led the troops on a march throughout the night, Changsun Wugen had not crossed paths with Zhang San—could something have gone wrong?

Just then, a personal guard next to him shouted, "Second Young Master, enemy attack!"

Changsun Wugen couldn’t help but feel tense.

He saw a large number of troops emerging on the horizon in the distance.

Unlike the last time, which saw large groups of cattle and sheep, this time, it was clear that mounted Tujue warriors were in the forefront.

"Everyone, be careful! We don’t yet know which army is at the horizon. Let’s not rush into action; first, observe the situation."

At this moment, countless battle plans flashed through Changsun Wugen’s mind.

However, with the dust rising behind the Tujue, Changsun Wugen faintly felt that this time there were at least ten thousand cavalrymen, and their numbers were still growing.

Soon, under a great cloud of dust in the distance, Changsun Wugen estimated that there might be fifty to sixty thousand cavalrymen.

It’s just that he couldn’t understand why their speed seemed not very fast, and there were also some ox carts and horse-drawn carriages in the back—what was going on?

Suddenly, Changsun Wugen noticed a black line in midair, wriggling and approaching.