From Beast Abilities to Sect Grand Master-Chapter 303 : Morale

Outside the tent, Lee stopped the soldier that had just gotten out, hurrying to prepare the meal for Lu Ding's guest.

"Who are the guests? Do you think they would be of help?" He asked with one hand on the shoulder of the soldier and the other on the entrance flap of the tent.

He had prayed for Lin Fan to come and help Lu Ding.

But the soldier shook his head and gave Lee an uneasy look.

Lee frowned, let go of the soldier and peeped inside the tent.

Scanning from one end to the other, he realized there was no Lin Fan.

There was a young man who had two swords with him, another was a middle-aged man that stood with his arms crossed and exuded an aura of a cultivator.

Lastly there was a scholarly, pale-looking young man.

Out of the three, only the middle-aged man seemed to be reliable.

"Lee, what are you doing out there?" Lu Ding noticed the eye peeping into the tent.

The eye quickly disappeared, and Lee's voice could be heard.

"Sorry captain, didn't know you had guests. I'll come back later."

Lin Fan recognized Lee's voice and glanced over at Lu Ding.

He had been taken care of by Lee when he helped Lu Ding previously to deal with the beast horde.

"Lee is now a centurion, leading a hundred soldiers."

"That's good to know."

Lin Fan smiled and nodded at the news.

…

Lee was back at his tent and other centurions came over.

"How was it? Did Lin Fan come?" One of them asked.

They were like Lee, waiting eagerly for Lin Fan to come and help them.

But to their disappointment, Lee sighed and shook his head.

"Why are you shaking your head? What do you mean by this?"

They pressed on and Lee told them what he had seen.

"There are three men, two young men and a middle-aged man. Lin Fan wasn't one of them. The middle-aged man looked powerful and reliable though."

Lee didn't want to destroy their morale, so he told them what he thought about Zhang Yi Nian.

The other centurions kept quiet and went into their own thoughts.

Their men were aware of the help the other two candidates had.

Hai Tao, with his riches from his merchant family, had engaged help from a mysterious Sword Cultivator.

As for Ye Sheng, he had help from the West Monastery as the Emperor's youngest concubine was a devout believer.

Their morale had been low due to this.

Every one of them expected Lu Ding's father to be able to engage someone much more powerful.

It would be tough for them to go back and brief their men.

"What's with all of you? Is there gold on the ground? Chin up and stand upright like men. If there's no help, then we shall find a way out by ourselves with our swords and fists."

Lee chastised them and tried to rile them up.

It worked a little as they looked up and stood up straight.

They knew Lee was right.

On the battlefield, only you could help yourself to survive.

…

Hai Tao's tent.

An old man with silver hair was seated and his disciple was pouring tea for him.

The disciple was Jian Xin who kept quiet and had his head down.

His master, the Sword Saint, looked at Jian Xin with sharp focus.

He wasn't pleased with Jian Xin.

After coming to the northern borders to find Lin Fan, they had been empty-handed.

There was no sign or trace of someone named Lin Fan.

And after their money and resources dried up, they had to agree to help Hai Tao clinch the position of General.

The Sword Saint, without a sect of his own, wasn't rich and had to take on missions to fund his cultivation.

That was why Jian Nu died, helping one of the Sima Family for money and resources.

Seeing the tension between the two, Hai Tao tried to make it more cordial for everyone.

"Sword Saint, I've heard that Lu Ding found someone to help him. Maybe your disciple, Jian Xin, can go and have a look at them, check if they are of any threat to our success."

Crack.

The teacup in front of the Sword Saint cracked into halves, as if they were sliced through by a sword.

"Don't waste time. No one can stop me in the Quan Dynasty."

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"But what if they got someone like Zhao Qing Ying?"

Hai Tao asked warily, afraid to agitate the Sword Saint any further.

The Sword Saint brushed his hand and said, "Hmph, that old fool is no match against me now."

"Yes, how could I have doubted you." Hai Tao quickly agreed and made a toast to the Sword Saint.

"When the battle starts tomorrow, just point to me where the Hulu Tribe Khan is, I shall bring his head to you."

The Sword Saint stood up and walked out of the tent.

Jian Xin followed closely behind, holding a sword that looked valuable in his hand.

The fire in the tent flickered as Hai Tao drank the wine and watched the two of them leave.

The Sword Saint had better deliver or his family would make him pay the price.

…

In Ye Sheng's tent, it was a solemn night as the monks from the West Monastery chanted their prayers.

Their shaved heads glowed in a warm glow as the fire in the middle of the tent burnt.

They were the best of the martial monks from the West Monastery, and his sister, the concubine, went through lots of troubles to get them to help.

"Master See, how are our chances? Lu Ding got some help, but they seemed to be someone unknown."

Ye Sheng wasn't sure of things, and he wished his sister was around to guide him.

Master See, the head monk who was the strongest amongst them all, stopped his chanting and opened his eyes.

"Don't worry, all of us are willing to give up our lives to help you. Lead your men and let us do the rest."

He went back to his chanting after he assured Ye Sheng.

Ye Sheng nodded as he tried to calm himself down with the monk's chanting.

It was going to be a long day tomorrow, he thought to himself.