Invincible Kungfu Healer

Chapter 949: Vanguard Marshal

The team captain's expression was rather ugly. The young man clearly looked down on him, and even looking down on the Fengyu army.

Where were they? Everywhere within a hundred-mile radius was entirely under their Fengyu army's sphere of influence. Also, they were only a vanguard unit. The main force behind them was also constantly advancing toward the front lines. For him to dare to cause trouble, the troublemaker was either insane or a fool. Who did he think he was?

The captain was furious, but he did not rashly advance. Instead, he led his subordinates in gradually retreating until they were out of the house. It was very obvious that he was no match for this young man. Waiting for reinforcements was the wisest decision.

"Young master, you'd better run away, quickly. They're with the Fengyu army. Rumor has it that the vanguard troops already have more than a hundred thousand soldiers. Everywhere they go, it's as though bandits passed through. There is no evil that they haven't committed. You stood up for our family, and for that I am eternally grateful. But, right now, I do not dare ask you to put yourself in danger."

The old man shook his head desolately. Facing the Fengyu army, it was hard for anyone to have any hope. With just a youth, how could be possibly save his family? It would most likely be hard for the youth to save even himself.

"Old man, you need not worry. Please rest in the house. As for these armies, I will deal with them myself."

Mo Wen smiled plainly. The culture of that small mountain village was still simple and kind-hearted, without any dishonest intentions. He waved his hand and released a beam of glittering green light, enveloping the old man, old woman and the young girl.

This was the life energy Mo Wen had absorbed while practicing the Celestial Scripture: Sun and Moon. It contained a rich life aura. Back then in the Primeval World, he managed to cultivate not only the Yin and Yang Qi. This life energy, also, was a very important reward. This energy was quite miraculous. It was best suited to saving people and treating illnesses. For a Miracle Physician, the value of life energy was above that of Yin and Yang Qi.

In the instant that the green energy enveloped the three of them, the old man and old woman, who were injured by the soldiers, had healthy complexions. The internal injuries that they had, in reality, suddenly healed, and they did not feel anything anymore. Moreover, their entire bodies felt radiant, and the impurities and toxins inside them were continually driven out. The young girl who was bathed in the green glow was also marked by the light. Her skin became more and more supple, bright and pink.

Mo Wen did all of this casually. He walked out of the house. There was a small path outside, and there were other houses opposite this one. The winding walkway led up the mountain with houses on both sides.

Right now, there were Fengyu soldiers everywhere throughout the mountain village. Screams could constantly be heard in the area. The air was filled with an atmosphere of panic.

"You all aren't good people, either. As soldiers, you should be protecting your country, supporting the weak and stopping the violent. How can you act like bandits?"

The few soldiers who had retreated from the house were guarding the entrance. They weren't leaving; clearly, they were waiting for reinforcements to come so that they could attack Mo Wen. Mo Wen coldly snorted. With a snap of his fingers, shapeless waves instantly rippled outward.

The next moment, those few soldiers fell to the ground one by one. They rolled and screamed on the ground while clutching their stomachs, as though they were suffering from enormous pain.

"Who dares to harm my soldiers?"

Suddenly, an angry roar sounded from afar. It was as deep as thunder, and the voice was energetic. When the person spoke, he was still a thousand meters away. However, in the blink of an eye, he had appeared nearby, walking on the air.

"Tribune, save us."

When the captain, who was rolling on the ground and clutching his stomach, saw his officer, he cried for help immediately. The captain had no idea what was happening to him. It felt like his whole body was in agonizing pain. It was a sensation more painful than being burned alive.

The tribune was a middle-aged man with a burly figure. He had a rather imposing manner. To be able to become a tribune in the army, he was doubtless not someone to be trifled with.

"Who are you? State your name."

As soon as the tribune arrived, he checked the physical condition of the soldiers immediately. In truth, he could not figure out what was wrong with their bodies, so he had no idea how to tackle the situation. His facial expression grew serious.

"You are not qualified to speak with me. Call your highest ranking general over. Otherwise, if it's just a few of you here, don't blame me for being impolite."

Mo Wen said this plainly. The tribune's cultivation level was not low. He was an Embryonic Breathing realm ancient martial arts practitioner. However, at Mo Wen's current realm, ordinary ancient martial arts practitioners were already insignificant in his eyes.

Although this world was a very bizarre one in which even ordinary troops - and, seemingly, everyone - practiced martial arts, it was hard for an absolute expert to emerge from this type of army. Mo Wen speculated that their general's cultivation was not necessarily very high.

For Mo Wen, people below the Primordial Soul realm were almost no threat to him. No matter how many people were in the army, they could not hurt him. Even if he encountered Primordial Soul realm strong practitioners, he would not necessarily be afraid. Mo Wen had just arrived and, initially, had not wanted to cause any trouble. However, ever since he had encountered all this, he did not feel not afraid of causing a scene. Also, by stirring up trouble, it would be easier to understand the state of the martial arts in this world.

He dimmly sensed that this world might be far superior to the main space's surrounding Inner worlds. At the very least, he had not heard of any Inner world that was so huge and had such a strong martial arts culture.

"The highest ranking general?"

The tribune was stunned upon hearing this. He had never imagined that this youth would speak so arrogantly. Their highest ranking general was the commander of Fengyu's vanguard troop. He was in command of more than a few hundred thousand troops. Among all of the Fengyu's generals, the vanguard commander's position ranked among the top five.

How could a mere brat be compared to the dignified Lord Marshal?

"I seem to have encountered someone who doesn't know his place."

The tribune's face turned sullen. He did not simply take action. Rather, he wanted to understand the situation first. It was just the usual military man's precaution. After all, unless the individual in question was a fool, anyone who dared to cause trouble here was no ordinary person. However, he had never imagined that this youth would actually be so insolent. Since the young man looked down on their vanguard troop, then he could not blame the tribune for being impolite.

Even if this youth had some background and there was trouble later, it would not be his problem. The Lord Marshal would, naturally, back him up. The brat could only blame himself for being so presumptuous.

The tribune also looked down upon Mo Wen. What threat could a kid be? The tribune was a dignified Embryonic Breathing realm ancient martial arts practitioner. Dealing with such a kid would be practically child's play.

However, reality did not turn out that way.

Just when the tribune was about to attack, a terrifying pressure descended from the sky. The winds and clouds in the heavens and earth shifted; the tribune felt a gigantic invisible hand grabbing him tightly, preventing him from moving even an inch. His breath quickened as he struggled to breathe. He felt as though he was an ant under the scrutiny of a gigantic dragon, and that he could be crushed at any second.

"How is this possible?"

The facial expression of the tribune changed drastically as he stared, dumbfounded, at Mo Wen. To think that the young man could actually emanate such a terrifying pressure. How was this possible? Even coming from his highly revered general, he had not sensed such terrifying pressure before.

"Who are you exactly?" The tribune had, at last, realized that something was "off" about the situation.

"Call your highest-ranking general to come over. My patience is limited."

Mo Wen spoke plainly. At the same time, he took a step forward and reappeared in the air. The next moment, a gigantic Yin Yang trigram illusion enveloped half the sky, covering a radius of tens of kilometers. The trigam illusion hovered over the entire village, as well.

In the village, all the soldiers who were wearing full combat uniforms and silver armor flew upward uncontrollably. They rose one by one. After a moment, there was a total of four hundred people floating in midair. None of them were able to move.

"You…"

The tribune's face turned pale, and his lips turned green. He was truly frightened, as he had never encountered such a bizarre scene before. This young man was barely human.

"I give you five minutes. Bring me your highest-ranking general. Otherwise, don't blame me for the massacre that will ensue."

Mo Wen waved his hand, and the tribune was sent flying like a rubber ball. He flew straight out of the village, vanishing from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye.

A small troop had been sent here to raid the village. To be expected, there was no way that their highest-ranking general was here. Mo Wen wanted to gain a better understanding of this world. Naturally, he could hardly do otherwise than invite the general over. At least, he had to find out exactly what kind of place this was, since he had lived in this space from a young age.

The tribune flew for a hundred kilometers before he fell to the ground like a rubber ball. He felt as though his body had been torn apart. It took him a long while to recover.

At this point, the tribune had lost his imposing manner. He was shivering, and panic clouded his gaze. The young man was practically a demon. The youth had merely waved his hand, and he had actually flown a hundred kilometers. It was most likely that only the legendary Primordial Soul realm Mighty Immortal Cultivators had such such a skill.

The tribune realized that the current situation was serious. An immortal cultivator at the Primordial Soul realm was enough to get the attention of the entirety of Fengyu. Besides, the tribune felt wronged because he hadn't even known what was happening and had offended such a terrifying figure. If his superiors blamed him for this, he would surely not be able to absolve himself of the charge.

"This matter needs to be reported immediately to the Lord Marshal."

Although he was afraid, the tribune knew that such a matter had to be reported immediately. If he tried to hide it and did not report on it, fleeing on his own instead - besides the question of whether or not he could escape the grasp of this frightening youth, and even if he succeeded in escaping - his clan in faraway Fengyu would be executed. Impeding military affairs was a huge crime, punishable by beheading.

Wasn't it said that Primordial Soul realm Mighty Immortal Cultivators did not interfere in wars between nations? How was it that he had encountered one? The tribune felt like he had not checked the almanac before leaving this morning. He should have stayed in the military base. Why had he gone out?

Three hundred miles away, there was a huge military base. This was where Fengyu's vanguard troops were based. It was the vanguard's base camp.

"Report! I request an audience."

Outside the Marshal's tent, a general that had bruises on his face said this loudly, half-kneeling on the ground.

"Come in."

A calm yet authoritative voice came from inside the tent. Hu Hong was a prestigious name in Fengyu. He was the vanguard troop commander for the campaign against Xiping, and was a brave warrior, skilled in battle. He was a sharp sabre for Fengyu's sieges.

"What do you have to report?"

Hu Hong was over fifty years old, but his face did not look old. Instead, he gave off a rather capable vibe. Although his tone and expression were very calm, after years on the battlefield and commanding millions, his body naturally had an air of death around it.