Eyes Charming - Глава 8
“But I…” She was just a college student from the 21st century, and she didn’t want to get involved in the conflicts of the martial arts world.
"Hehe... I know you're a woman, so what? People of the martial world don't stand on ceremony." Seeing Ao Jun hesitate, Tian Feng assumed she was acting this way because he was a woman. In fact, he had already figured out she was a woman.
"You knew?" Though inwardly shocked, her words remained calm and composed. So they knew her identity all along! She'd thought she was a convincing man! Nobody had noticed!
"Hehe... I couldn't tell at first, but you're quite convincing!" This girl really does look like a man; she's really handsome.
"Yeah! They almost fooled us two old men, haha..."
"I..." I had no intention of lying! But I was interrupted before I could finish speaking.
"Alright, Jun'er, our time... is running out, cough cough... Just consider it a favor to us two old men, so that we can have the face to see our master and senior brothers, cough cough..." Although they had only spent half a day together, they knew that this girl's heart was not as cold as she appeared.
"Are you alright? I..." What should I do? I can't agree! But...
"You won't agree?"
Yes! Of course I wouldn't agree, but before I could even say it, someone beat me to it.
"Does being our disciple make you so resistant? Or do you feel ashamed to be our disciple? Cough cough..." Tianyan said, feigning anger.
“Junior brother, let’s… cough… don’t force them. Maybe they look down on us and the Holy Immortal Sect. Sigh, we have no face to see our late master and senior brother, so be it! Who told us to be so foolish? Who can we blame? Sigh… cough…” After saying that, he looked at Ao Jun with a meaningful expression, shook his head, and looked helpless.
"Yes!... Who can we blame? We can only blame ourselves. Everyone has their own ambitions. Jun'er, if you don't want to become an apprentice, then don't. We've only known each other for half a day anyway... cough..."
"Alright, alright, I agree to be your disciple. Disciple greets Master." Ao Jun bowed to Tian Feng and Tian Yan helplessly. They had her cornered, using both soft and hard tactics, a push and pull, until she had no choice but to agree. Fine, they had already passed on a century's worth of cultivation to her, so it wasn't unreasonable for her to become their disciple. Besides, it was their dying wish, so it would be inexcusable to refuse. However, she was powerless to help with the so-called saving of the Holy Immortal Sect.
"Good, good, my good disciple." The two were overjoyed; they had found a successor.
"Jun'er, these are the Heavenly Stem Divine Sword and the Heavenly Kun Secret Manual of our Holy Immortal Sect." Tianfeng laboriously took out a thin, wing-like Vajra Soft Sword and a secret manual from his body and handed them to Ao Jun.
Ao Jun accepted the divine sword and the secret manual. So the Heavenly Stems they had been talking about referred to this sword! It truly was a fine sword.
"From this moment forward, you are the twentieth generation sect leader of the Holy Immortal Sect."
"What? Sect Master? I don't accept." Seriously? Being a disciple wasn't enough, now she has to be the sect master? What a joke! Being the leader of the Xuanlong Society in modern times was already driving her crazy. Frankly, she was incredibly lazy; she'd rather not do anything than get involved. Now, here she was being asked to be some lousy sect master, and a sect master coveted by someone with such high martial arts skills. She might die a mysterious death before even becoming sect master, and she didn't want to die young.
"Jun'er, this 'Travels of Wind and Flame' is a record of martial arts techniques from various schools and sects, along with our insights into martial arts, and some research on the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams that I think you might find interesting. We're giving it to you as a gift from us to our disciple." Tianfeng ignored Ao Jun's words and continued speaking to himself. He could tell that Ao Jun was unwilling, but he had no other choice.
"Jun'er, you are now the sect leader. You must lead the Holy Immortal Sect well from now on, understand? That way, Feng-ge and I can rest assured." Tianyan could also see that Aojun was very reluctant to become the sect leader, but they really had no other choice.
"I'm not doing it." I already said I'm not doing it, did you even hear me? Ao Jun shouted in his heart.
"Brother Feng, we can finally go see our master and senior brothers. Jun'er will definitely lead the Holy Immortal Sect well."
“Yes! With Jun’er’s abilities, Saint Chi will never succeed, hehe…” Tianfeng smiled with satisfaction.
Clearly, they didn't hear Ao Jun's words—no, they pretended not to hear them.
Ao Jun was utterly helpless. She didn't even know what the Holy Immortal Sect was, so how could she become its leader? And what about her abilities? How would they know her capabilities? Even if she possessed their power, she might not be able to defeat that Holy Crimson. Besides, she didn't want to be it at all!
"Cough cough... Jun'er, my good disciple, sect master... Hehe..." Tianfeng looked at his disciple whom he had only known for half a day, smiled with satisfaction, and slowly let his hand fall down.
"Hehe... Senior Brother Feng, why didn't you wait for me? Heh..." After saying that, his hand fell to his sides and he left.
"Master Feng, Master Yan." Ao Jun called out a few times, but there was still no response, so it seemed that they had already left.
Ao Jun buried the two together and erected a tombstone for them, which read: "Tomb of Tian Feng and Tian Yan of the Holy Immortal Sect, erected by your disciple Ling Ao Jun."
Ling Aojun was never one to easily give her heart to anyone, but for some reason, ever since she came to the Longxuan Dynasty, first to her adoptive parents, and then to her two masters—she had only known them for a short time—she felt a deep connection with them and unconsciously gave them her heart, like family. Perhaps this was what Xue often called fate! She just never imagined that her fate with her two masters would be so short-lived!
Masters, although we have only known each other for less than a day, you have passed on your life's skills to me, as well as the position of sect leader of the Holy Immortal Sect. You have even given me the Heavenly Stem Sword and the Heavenly Kun Manual. I am truly ashamed that I have not even told you my real name. Moreover, I am afraid that I will disappoint you. I only want to find Xue, I do not want to be any sect leader, and I will not care about the Holy Crimson Sect. I am sorry!
After standing before the tomb for a while, Ao Jun finally picked up the Heavenly Stem Sword and tucked it into his waistband. It turned out that a soft sword really could be hidden from view when tucked into the waistband, and it didn't hinder movement at all—how strange! He also tucked the other two books into his robes, glanced at the tombs of Feng and Yan's masters, and then walked towards the cave entrance. Only after stepping out did he realize that it was pouring rain outside, making it impossible to go back. It seemed he would have to spend the night in this cave. Oh no, his parents would be worried sick! What should he do? Sigh, if he had known so many things would happen today, and he was now stuck home, he shouldn't have come out!
Left with no other choice, Ao Jun returned to sit on the stone bed. Bored, she took out the book "The Travels of Fengyan" to take a look. Compared to the so-called Tiankun Secret Manual that everyone in the martial arts world was fighting over, she was more interested in this "The Travels of Fengyan".
The two masters were indeed extraordinary people. From this 'travelogue,' one can see their youthful vigor. Alas, who would have thought that they would die in this secluded little cave? Truly, life is unpredictable!
The rain continued to fall outside the cave, but Ao Jun was unaware that this very rain would change her future. It would shatter her peaceful life, make her instantly famous, and... hehe... (evil laugh)
The Strategist and the Princess: Battlefield Chapter 8 - The Clever Capture of Luoyun City
The pitch-black night sky was accompanied by deafening thunderclaps, and the sound of rain mingled with the thunder, shaking the entire earth. The torrential rain made it impossible to see the road, and it seemed that the whole world was shrouded in wind and rain.
Inside the main tent of the military camp, it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, seemingly oblivious to the wind and rain outside. All the generals, their faces solemn, looked in unison at the handsome man seated in the main seat. They all knew that something momentous was about to happen on this night of torrential rain.
"I have decided that we will retake Luoyun City tonight." Just as everyone was beginning to speculate about the prince's purpose in summoning them, the man in the main seat spoke calmly, as if he were casually discussing the weather outside.
Compared to the decision-maker's composure, those below were far more agitated. Apart from the two generals near the head of the tent who fell into deep thought upon hearing the decision, the rest expressed their disbelief and confusion, unable to comprehend why the prince would make such a startling decision. The once silent main tent erupted in chaos; no one could believe that the wise Prince Jin would order the capture of the city at this crucial moment.
"tonight?"
"With such heavy rain, you can't see anything at all, this..."
"Yes! This is really..."
...
A soft cough brought the tent back to its previous silence.
"Do any of you have doubts about my orders?" His calm tone carried an undeniable authority, and his deep eyes swept over everyone, revealing his innate kingly aura.
He was Ouyang Jinxuan, Prince Jin of the Longxuan Dynasty. From his first battlefield experience at the age of sixteen, he displayed extraordinary military talent. Whether in troop deployment or leading troops in battle, he was always invincible, earning him the title of 'Cold-Faced War God'. But this time, the Crown Prince of Cangliao, 'The Flame-Devouring Evil Lord'—Yelü Ying—had broken his record. For nearly a year, no matter what methods he used, he couldn't recapture Luoyun City. Good, very good! Finally, he'd met his match. An unusual light flashed in Ouyang Jinxuan's eyes. Since ancient times, the invincible are the loneliest, and he, Ouyang Jinxuan, had been lonely for a long time. Tonight, their next clash would take place.
“Your Highness, with such heavy rain, I believe this is not a good time. I hope Your Highness will understand,” a general said boldly. The glint in the prince's eyes made him tremble with fear.
“No, this rain is good, it’s just the right time,” Ouyang Jinxuan said cryptically.