Otherworldly Desert Dust-Chapter 339 - 294: The Assassin with Very Soft Bones

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In Prefecture City, within a temple, a martial monk who had not shaved his head suddenly pushed open the heavy door and strode determinedly toward the desolate plains.

From a mansion, a Brocade Guard bid farewell to the noble lady who had treated him kindly for many days and mounted a horned horse to dash deep into the heavy rain.

At the headquarters of the city gang, a man with a righteous scarf wrapped around his head swung his arm, calling his fellow brothers who had fought together in the city to relocate and head to Ya City in a grand procession.

In the depths of the old forests, a five-member Demon Hunting Team stood on high ground, gazing at the horizon. After finding their direction, they mounted a newly tamed eagle and flew towards the rain clouds.

At the same time, the Jiang Mansion troops were moving along a muddy path; they carried flags of great pride, led by tamed beasts, with thousands of martial artists wearing gray attire and carrying weapons forged with Prefecture City’s fine iron, advancing with formidable momentum toward a remote city...

On both flanks of these advancing troops, across the plains and forests, one could see agile Grass Stepping Warriors dressed in black and red armor, who did not need horses. Their qinggong skills were faster than those of the warhorses, the falling rain seemingly providing footholds for them to tread through the air!

For a moment, Ya City surged with undercurrents, drawing people from all directions.

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In front of the gates of Ya City, Cheng Xiaoshan was already overwhelmed.

She was gathering the townsfolk who had come to report, but she was puzzled, "Were there really this many skilled fighters she had contacted?"

"The monk is at the Wu Family level; stay by the Young Master’s side for now, protect his safety," college student Cheng Xiaoshan arranged.

"Understood." The martial monk, not much for words, took his orders and set about his task.

"Are you friends of the Young City Lord?" Qing Lei, sizing up the Jianghu experts who had arrived riding an eagle, expressed his surprise.

These men also held the rank of Wu Family. Why had he never heard of them before?

"Let’s protect the city gates," proposed the leader of the group.

"That’s fine, that’s fine," Qing Lei nodded, quickly registering the names and guard posts of the Jianghu experts.

"We’re informed that the enemy has several expert assassins; let us handle them, our Black Tiger Gang specializes in this, and the brothers we recruit are well-known assassins in the Jianghu," said the man who claimed to be the leader of the Black Tiger Gang.

The city, though small, seemed to amalgamate numerous experts from the region, which left the citizens of Ya City feeling dazed, like revisiting the era decades ago when Ya City was a hidden land of dragons and tigers.

They were equally puzzled; how had Young City Lord Lu Yun gone from a prisoner to becoming Kirin Young Master? With a mere wave of his arm, he had summoned heroes to his side, almost like an Alliance Hierarch hidden within the Jianghu.

"Looks like Ya City has a big boss now, and they’re about to clash with the household army!" A group of townsfolk gathered, whispering in their local dialect.

"The boss really has the capabilities; who knows how much money this will consume, comparable to a war. We thought we brothers could shine here, but it turns out we’re just minor characters."

"The strongest force around here is Jiang Mansion, the local lordship. It seems the big boss here wants to unify the territory."

"What’s a local lordship to us? Our biggest organization is already competing with the Wuting, a victory in this battle will just make us local hegemon."

"Let’s just stick with it; otherwise, against the orthodox forces of the True Martial Continent with our individual power, we’re just rats in the gutter, easily killed."

Ya City had become a stronghold for the region’s townsfolk, calling together those with Martial Master Level and above, and experts capable of traveling from other territories were also en route. Due to the vast territory boundaries and obstructions by Demon Spirits, individual inter-territorial movement was challenging, often dependent on weather conditions.

"I thank you all for travelling great distances to support us," Wu Hen started mobilizing the troops from the city wall. "I don’t have much else, but jade coins and a Demon Spirit Jade for each person above the martial master level to start with; post-victory, we will reward based on contributions, and you will not be treated unjustly!"

The gathering of warriors and soldiers had reached around three to four hundred people, all of Martial Master Level, a notably formidable martial force.

Starting with jade!

That immediately exhilarated the crowd, most of whom were Martial Master level.

This kind of treasure that directly increased True Qi reserves was usually hard currency in both the True Martial World and their homeland...

"In case of death, I will bear all losses," Wu Hen added.

At this, the crowd’s eyes widened, nearly every mind flashing the word "Generous!"

Such a magnate!

They were all equipped with temporary version Virtual Helmets.

Upon death, all Cultivation and wealth accumulated in the True Martial World would vanish, and virtual equipment would be damaged.

Covering these costs meant these treasure seekers, seekers of the Evolution Method, had a significant layer of security!

By now, the Divine Realm had entered the True Martial Continent for over half a year.

Items from the True Martial World had formed an economic chain with items at home; even if their host bodies were killed, as long as there were compatriots where they resuscitated, online and offline transactions were possible. The super AI could even convert Cultivation into money at home... After all, both the home and the True Martial World had a common need, Yuan You.

While Wu Hen’s wealth in the True Martial World wasn’t much, a victory in this battle would turn the Jade Spirit Mine into a mountain of money.

Back home, Wu Hen was fabulously rich, and transactions of this size could be easily dealt with without even touching his personal vault; his father, a merchant in the True Martial World, would have it covered easily.

Wu Hen was planning to involve Wu Yingting in his operations, to help manage Ya City and the Jade Spirit Mine. Being a professional, it wouldn’t take long before Ya City could compete with the household army.

Of course, these were plans for later.

They had to hold their ground first.

They couldn’t let Jiang Mansion and Mrs. Zeng get their hands on this treasure trove of Jade Mines!

"Young Master is truly generous, may I ask which family do you hail from in our homeland?" the martial monk asked curiously.

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The Martial Monk was following orders from above; technically, he was just doing his duty and wasn’t paid, since the government had already given him plenty of resources.

So he was curious, wondering what sort of person this Young Master Lu Yun was in his home territory to be able to mobilize government forces, and with such high-level commands at that.

"My surname is Wu, first name Hen," Wu Hen said.

The Martial Monk laughed upon hearing this.

Wu Hen, however, was puzzled.

"Just say you’re Wu Hen from whichever city or town... with tens of thousands of cities worldwide, if there aren’t a million Wu Hens, there are at least eight hundred thousand. And there are also several thousand Wu Hens just in the True Martial Continent, you’re just one from Ya City," the Martial Monk said.

Ya City Wu Hen...

Why does that sound a bit earthy, like some city’s Daniel Wu or some street’s Eddie Peng?

Wait, with so many people named Wu Hen, what should I call myself??

That’s ridiculous!

"Lord, if you don’t wish to say, we understand. We’ll just do our job and won’t let you down," the Martial Monk said.

"Fine then," Wu Hen, feeling helpless, had initially wanted to smoothly pretend, but it seemed that the monk didn’t take it seriously.

"Lord, Lord, several more experts have arrived; they seem to share a similar aura with me, all being flying thieves," the female college student Cheng Xiaoshan ran over and reported to Wu Hen.

"Good, have them keep watch along the way and estimate when they will reach Reed Gorge," Wu Hen said.

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"What are your orders, Lord?" Cheng Xiaoshan asked.

"We’ll dispatch a team to take the offensive and disrupt their marching rhythm," Wu Hen said.

"Understood!" Cheng Xiaoshan’s eyes lit up.

She thought this surprise attack was very bold, but definitely effective; the arrogant household army would never expect that a defense-oriented city would take the battle to them in the fields, catching them completely off guard.

While making plans, suddenly some noisy sounds came from the streets in the city.

In a moment, the leader of the Black Tiger Gang approached, smiling broadly with all his teeth showing, clearly very pleased.

"Lord, haha, Lord... hahaha..." The leader of the Black Tiger Gang started laughing when he spoke, showing none of the solemnity expected of a gang leader.

"Be serious; the lord has an unusual identity," the Martial Monk glared at him disapprovingly.

"We caught an impostor; he’s a Shadow Guest of Mrs. Zeng, trying to infiltrate us. Bring that idiot over," the Black Tiger Gang leader shouted.

Two members of the gang brought over a swordsman, both gang members also showing broad smiles, devoid of the seriousness expected with an impending battle.

"How did you recognize him?" Wu Hen glanced at the swordsman and asked with raised eyebrows.

"This guy somehow learned our secret code and mingled among our brethren. Just now, while drinking with him and mocking him about fish keeping, he seriously claimed he was a swordsman. Then everyone asked him how much Imperial Jade Liquid Wine minus a big hammer equals, what comes next in taming a pole, and whether odd changes or even remains... He couldn’t answer any of it, so we figured he was a spy!" the Black Tiger Gang leader said, laughing.

The implicated swordsman widened his eyes, still unable to understand why being called a fish keeper and then claiming to be a swordsman had given him away.

Wu Hen and the Martial Monk couldn’t help but burst out laughing upon hearing this.

As the two of them laughed, others laughed even louder, whereas the Shadow Guest of Mrs. Zeng was both bewildered and furious!

This Shadow Guest was clever; he had arrived in Ya City early thanks to his unique Qinggong.

Seeing many people from the Jianghu gathering in Ya City to serve the City Lord, he also cleverly learned this group’s common secret phrases, like the most beautiful, what’s to be carved on a boat, and what kind of smoke arises from...

After he successfully blended in, he thought he was about to achieve a great feat, only to be caught just after sitting down and barely exchanging a few words.

He couldn’t figure it out, thinking about it left and right, how denying being a fish keeper was a problem!

"As a Shadow Guest, failing is one thing, but you don’t even handle your liquor well."

"People like you should always carry poison; now that you’re caught, just take it and end yourself. I can’t be bothered to ask how many of you there are and who your accomplices in the city are," Wu Hen told the captured Shadow Guest.

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The Shadow Guest was stunned, the process not proceeding as he expected, being asked to commit suicide without even walking through the steps?

They weren’t Death Soldiers!

"Forgot your poison?" Wu Hen looked at the bewildered Shadow Guest and asked.

"I brought it."

"Then take it already!"

"I... I don’t want to die," the Shadow Guest stammered out.

Wu Hen massaged his temples, how did he end up with such a soft-boned assassin??

He didn’t know how to deal with him for the moment.

"Then start speaking!" Wu Hen rebuked.

"You... you haven’t asked," the Shadow Guest replied softly.