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Chapter 538 - 501: I’m Here to Stop the Fight!

Chapter 538: Chapter 501: I’m Here to Stop the Fight!

"What!? Not even any healing medicine!?"

"Thirty thousand oxen and sheep as spoils of war, nearly ten thousand horses, and not a bit given to us?"

"And embezzling the rewards that rightfully belong to us!?"

At this moment, inside the great hall of the Wind Divine Hall, Second Hall Master Jia Tulong, upon hearing some martial artists come to complain, was furious!

Usually, the affairs within the Wind Divine Hall were mainly handled by the Third Hall Master, Feng Bubian, so there was no need for him, as the Second Hall Master, to step in.

But lately, everyone knew that Feng Bubian was busy accompanying his future father-in-law, Feng Wenqing. Although it was said to be marrying into the bride’s family, everyone had seen the true intentions of the Third Hall Master, so they tried not to disturb Feng Bubian with any matters if possible.

This was why they came to seek out Second Hall Master Jia Tulong.

Jia Tulong originally thought that everyone sought him out for some urgent matters like a pregnant elderly mother or lack of money to visit brothels; how serious could it be?

But he never expected it to involve the Shuofang Army and to be so excessive.

Even though Jia Tulong knew he must not act impulsively and tried to suppress the rage in his heart, one of his hands involuntarily rested on the Dragon Slaying Blade behind his back, and his eyes looked like he was ready to kill at any moment.

Stay calm!

Exercise restraint!

Jia Tulong closed his eyes, took several deep breaths, and tried to calm his agitated emotions.

After a short while, Jia Tulong slowly opened his eyes and exhaled a foul breath, then asked, "In usual times, if we encountered such a situation, what would we do?"

Jia Tulong knew that if he couldn’t figure it out, he should ask how things were usually done.

After all, with so many people in the Wind Divine Hall, not everything required a Hall Master’s personal decision.

The martial artist beside him said with an embarrassed look, "Actually, we haven’t really encountered such a situation before. To be honest, when we faced such issues recently, we used to consult the Town Martial Office."

Jia Tulong immediately replied with a smile, "Well then, let’s ask the Town Martial Office what should be done about this."

The martial artist beside him said in a dejected tone, "The Town Martial Office has already made it known that their purpose is to ensure that martial artists gain more benefits. Whether to stick with the Town Martial Office’s original rewards or to collect higher rewards from the Shuofang Army, the Town Martial Office supports us."

Jia Tulong knew that the Town Martial Office would obviously not handle this matter.

"If the Town Martial Office won’t interfere, and if we from the Wind Divine Hall don’t take care of it, what will happen to our brothers who are being treated harshly?"

Although Jia Tulong was obsessed with the martial path, his purpose in practicing martial arts was to uphold the justice in his heart!

"Come, some of you join me as we head to the Shuofang Army. As the Second Hall Master of the Wind Divine Hall, I will negotiate with Old General Shen. It’s best if we can get him to give out the original rewards that belong to everyone and also distribute some of the spoils of war! We can’t allow our martial brothers to suffer losses!"

The few martial artists who had come to voice their grievances were deeply moved upon hearing this.

One could say that the reason the Wind Divine Hall had developed into one of the most powerful martial factions in the north of the Longyun Path, despite being an organization without a formal lineage or sect, was because it was held together by the heartfelt unity of its members.

Thus, Jia Tulong, with some of the core members and the martial artists who had come quickly, headed straight for Shen Buxing’s temporary encampment.

At this time, inside the encampment, there was a commotion.

The many martial artists who had not been stopped by White Cloud were on their way back, while trying to contact other martial artists.

Some martial factions, indignant, contacted their own sects.

In a short period, the number of martial artists originally returning was less than two hundred, but by the time they hadn’t even reached Shen Buxing’s encampment, their numbers had already exceeded two thousand.

Of course, how so many people got the message on the way, and even martial artists who hadn’t come to the Shuofang side suddenly received the message, was unknown.

After all, every martial artist was in a state of anger, and who would pay attention to whether the person delivering the message was male or female, who they were exactly.

Moreover, as everyone gathered together and found that the rumors about the situation were true, they all arrived at the military camp, boiling with rage, looking for Shen Buxing.

Shen Buxing was taken aback, not expecting these martial artists to come storming back so late at night. He had intended to command his soldiers to shoot arrows and push back these martial artists, but then realized that the number of martial artists arriving was comparable to his own soldiers in the encampment.

Especially since more and more martial artists kept converging towards the area.

Having no choice, Shen Buxing allowed them into the camp, while cautiously surrounding them with his troops ready for action.

"Gentlemen, what brings you here so late at night?"

Shen Buxing, clad in heavy armor, sat atop a towering steed, looking at the martial artists who were walking into the vast open space in the middle of the camp.

This terrain was most suitable for the army’s deployment, using footsoldiers with lances and mo blades to push back those who come near and firing arrows at those who don’t.

Seeing that all the preparations around him were set, Shen Buxing felt somewhat reassured.

He had his two sons stationed around him, ready with Zheng Poyue and his bowmen at a moment’s notice.

At this time, representatives from among the martial artists stood up to speak about the matter of the bounty.

Hearing this, Shen Buxing was greatly shocked.

He had never expected that the convoy transporting the military supplies would be ambushed and the promised bounty would be revealed.

What to do now?

Shen Buxing’s eyes swiveled, and a plan formed in his mind.

"How dare you! To actually ambush government soldiers and plunder the supplies! You are plotting rebellion! By the law, you should be beheaded!"

Shen Buxing’s utterance eliminated any possibility of negotiations.

Everyone was already filled with anger upon their arrival, and with Shen Buxing’s accusation, many felt they had no way out.

With a wave of Shen Buxing’s hand, the soldiers who had been lying in ambush around them rushed out.

Seeing the forest of blades and spears surrounding them and the distant archers drawing their bows, many martial artists realized that Shen Buxing had lured them into a trap.

His intention was to deceive them into coming, then kill them all.

Of course, Shen Buxing was not foolish; he didn’t actually want to kill all these martial artists.

He just intended to scare them first, then soothe things over, and have them leave.

After all, he was still counting on them to make a profit off the price difference.

But just at that moment, a martial artist who couldn’t hold back anymore shouted, "Since we’ve been wrongfully accused of plotting rebellion and death is certain, we might as well fight our way out!"

Upon hearing this, people took action immediately.

In an instant, numerous martial artists charged at the soldiers and struck.

Although the military formation was strong, these martial artists’ capabilities were far beyond what ordinary soldiers could withstand.

As the saying goes: where there’s one, there’s two, and where there’s two, there’s a whole chain reaction.

Once some began to fight, martial artists in other areas also started to make their move.

And when the soldiers were attacked, they naturally fought back fiercely.

Shen Buxing thought to himself that this was not good, but he also knew that once the fight had begun, nothing he said would matter. He could only suppress them first and then figure out what to do.

"Attack!"

Following Shen Buxing’s command, Zheng Poyue, who had already sensed that something was amiss from behind, could only obey Shen Buxing’s order and command the soldiers to release their arrows.

In a flash, arrows poured down like rain.

But the martial artists were not pushovers; they immediately blocked the incoming arrows.

At this moment, Second Hall Master Jia Tulong, who had just arrived with reinforcements, saw that a fight had broken out inside. The camp gates were guarded by soldiers, so he immediately led his men into the fray.

Jia Tulong, at the late period of the peak of the Spiritual Platform Realm, wielded a Dragon Slaying Blade as wide as a door, more exaggerated than the dragon slaying blades seen in some browser games.

He cleaved open the camp gate with one slash and sent the soldiers flying with another.

He led the people of Wind Divine Hall and the martial artists who couldn’t get inside and charged in.

However, Jia Tulong knew that he had come for negotiations, not to create trouble.

So, after entering, Jia Tulong immediately shouted, "Stop fighting, all of you!"

But just then, Jia Tulong, who held the overly extravagant Dragon Slaying Blade, was seen by Shen Buxing as the leader of this group. Shen Buxing, holding a long lance, charged at Jia Tulong to attack him.

Seeing someone coming to kill him, Jia Tulong blocked reflexively.

Thud—

Initially, Jia Tulong thought he had made just an ordinary slash.

But to everyone’s surprise, this one slash severed the horse lance and split the old fellow on the horse in two.

In that moment, seeing Shen Buxing dead, the entire camp erupted into chaos.