147 White Tiger Armor
Outside Pingnan City, on an unremarkable mountain road, were a hundred cavalrymen dressed in black robes that stretched for ten miles.
In the middle, there were nearly a hundred carriages. As they moved on the road, they left deep marks on the ground. The coarse cloth that covered the goods was stained with blood, giving them a mysterious feeling.
A few black-robed figures stopped at the top of the mountain, then looked in the direction of Pingnan City.
“My lord, Hu Guanpan’s forces have been completely annihilated. Pingnan City has been taken over by Song Ya’s army from Lingjiang county,” one of them knelt down on one knee and reported to the bald man.
The bald man looked at the battlefield in the distance and frowned slightly. “Tsk, what a pity. If we hadn’t met those bastards from the Sacred Heart sect, we would have arrived a few months ago. I don’t know what’s wrong with them, to actually send so many people from thousands of miles away to such a small place like Lingjiang and Pingnan…”
“What about our batch of white tiger armors? Without Hu Guanpan, a farm that has been cultivated for many years, it won’t be easy for us to find someone who’s willing to be a white mouse,” the tall man beside him said in a deep voice.
“What are you afraid of? This treasure can connect with one’s flesh and blood, increase one’s combat strength, and make ordinary soldiers as powerful as demons. Where can’t you find someone who’ll take it? As long as they have some ambition, they’ll definitely be hooked after two years of contact.” The bald man’s lips curled into an evil smile.
However, looking at the barren land in the distance, he could not help but feel regretful.
If Hu Guanpan’s army were equipped with his own white tiger armor, it would not be as simple as four thousand soldiers.
It was Si Qian who cultivated the four-directional tiger-wolf technique and knew the four-directional tiger-wolf array. And they were well-disciplined demons.
Once such an army appeared, it would definitely become famous in a short time. In addition, the Hundred Weapons Mountain was secretly helping them. It was enough to compete with Lingjiang county head-on.
This was exactly what the Hundred Weapons Mountain was happy to see, as they would be provided with a large amount of combat experience and specimens for research. At the same time, it was also where Hu Guanpan’s troops were pointed at. It could be said that it was the best of both worlds.
Of course, the white tiger armor also had a small flaw. It was just a little unstable, and if one was not careful, they could explode and die, or even become a demon.
At the same time, this white tiger armor was also a bit of a shock to the common people’s knowledge. If it was exposed, there was a risk of being killed by a group of people.
However, if there were no flaws or risks, the white tiger armor would not fall into the hands of Hu Guanpan, the puny city lord of Pingnan City.
“Sigh… This bunch of lunatics from the Sacred Heart sect… I’ll kill them all one day!” The bald man was furious.
“My Lord! I caught a little ghost in the forest.”
Each of them carried a figure and strode over.
“Can’t you just kill him?” The bald man was upset.
“He has the three-legged red cauldron jade from our Hundred Weapons Mountain.”
“Oh?” The bald man turned his head and looked at the confused young man. “Where did you get this three-legged red cauldron jade?”
He took the Jade stone. It indeed belonged to the Hundred Weapons Mountain.
“I… I don’t know. It might be my master. No, it was probably my father who gave it to me.” The young man shook his head in confusion. His eyes were a little dull.
The young man was Hu Jinghai, who had been stuffed into the tree hole by Qin Huai and had escaped by a fluke.
He had been knocked out by his father’s cup of wine in the city lord’s mansion. In the middle of it, he seemed to have heard his master’s call and smelled the strong smell of blood.
In the end, he heard his master’s last words, and the world fell into darkness. When he woke up again, he was already in a tree hole in a world of ice and snow.
He had wanted to return to Pingnan to find out what was going on, but he found that he had no idea where he was. He had walked for a few days in a daze before he found this ‘caravan’ in the mountains.
But now… the other party did not seem to be a caravan.
“Your father?” The bald man raised his eyebrows and carefully sized up the young man’s appearance. “Don’t tell me your father’s name is Hu Guanpan?”
“You know my father?” Hu Jinghai’s eyes immediately bloomed with brilliance. “How’s the war in Pingnan? How’s my father?”
“The demons in Pingnan have been eliminated, but Hu Guanpan and his army should have been annihilated by Song Ya along with the demons.” The bald man grabbed Hu Jinghai with one hand and lifted him to the front.
Hu Jinghai looked at the scenery in front of him, and the smile on his face instantly disappeared.
As far as the eye could see, broken limbs were scattered on the ground not far away like weeds. It was like a living hell.
“Father! Big Brother! Master!” Hu Jinghai wailed.
“You can still cry for three more breaths. This is me giving Hu Guanpan face,” the bald man’s cold voice sounded.
Hu Jinghai’s voice came to an abrupt end. “Sir, may I ask who killed my father, big brother, and master?”
From his fragmented memories, Hu Jinghai knew that there was definitely a conspiracy behind this.
“It should be County Governor Jiang and General Song Ya.” The bald man lazily threw Hu Jinghai to the ground.
Plop!
Hu Jinghai knelt in front of the bald man. “Sir! I beg you to accept Hu Jinghai! Hu Jinghai is willing to serve you!”
“You’re just a second refinement brat. The weakest of the people behind me is at the fifth refinement… What’s the use of having you?” The bald man’s face remained cold.
“I… Although my talent in cultivation is lacking, I’ve been taught by my father since I was young, and I’m familiar with the grudges between the influential and noble families in Jiang. If my lord wants to show off some of your skills in Lingjiang, Hu Jinghai will definitely be able to help!” Hu Jinghai shouted as he racked his brain to think of how useful he could be.
He understood that he would never be able to avenge his father and master with his aptitude.