"Is this... an ancient Qi cultivator?"
Before Qin, there were ancient Qi cultivators, and even more so, the art of Xuan Shu.
Of course, Xuan Shu was mostly understood and learned from the I Ching by Xuan Masters, with King Wen of Zhou, Ji Chang, and the sage Confucius being the most outstanding.
However, one held a noble status, and the other was exceptionally virtuous and talented; neither showcased their Xuan Shu.
By the Qin Dynasty, Qi cultivators had declined and transformed. During the Qin Dynasty, they were mostly called Fang Shi, and after the Qin Dynasty, they were called Dao Shi.
Therefore, Qi cultivators were also not prominent, or perhaps they had already become legends.
Lin Tian had never expected that a sword technique with only one move could possess such terrifying power.
This led him to speculate that this sword technique might be a supreme secret manual from ancient Qi cultivators.
Its origin was untraceable.
But regardless, after ten years, Lin Tian's Immortal's Kneel was achieved.
At this moment, Lin Tian felt his entire body light, as if he were an immortal. With innate sword bones, the path of the sword was within his reach.
This brought a satisfied smile to his face.
"It's time to go back. Uncle Gen and Xiao Wu said they wanted to celebrate my birthday. If I don't hurry, I'll be late!"
Although Lin Tian's birthday hadn't arrived yet, he was still very happy that someone wanted to celebrate it with him.
However, what Lin Tian didn't know was that his neighborhood was already in chaos.
"Faster! Faster! Before these Qin people react, seize all the hostages!"
"Kill anyone who resists, don't waste time on them, or if the Qin people react, our plan will be ruined!"
These shouts directly confirmed the group's course of action.
As they stormed into the Guanzhong region, they hesitated not at all and immediately began their slaughter.
These were people sent by Han's Zhang Liang and Yan's Crown Prince Dan, among others, to rescue Han Fei.
They were also a group of daredevils.
After donning Qin army armor and infiltrating the Guanzhong region, they commenced their seemingly dreaded slaughter.
Wherever they went, they killed on sight, without any hesitation.
At first, people didn't notice anything unusual, but after this group had killed dozens of people, shouts and screams began to erupt.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
"Alert! Enemies are attacking! Everyone grab your weapons!"
"There are many enemies! Quickly, notify the garrison, hurry and notify the garrison!"
The sudden appearance of over a thousand cavalry was something no one had anticipated.
If it weren't for the fact that the people of Guanzhong were all skilled in combat, and many households possessed a Qin sword, the situation would have already descended into complete pandemonium.
However, even if they weren't in complete chaos, they were close to it.
The sudden influx of a large number of attackers threw them into disarray.
Many civilians were directly killed by them.
A young man was quickly helping an elderly person with mobility issues to retreat, but because the enemies came too fast, their pace was too slow to escape.
He had no choice but to pick up his Qin sword and stand in front of the elder, blocking the enemy's attacks.
This scene made the elder, who had difficulty moving, instantly anxious.
"Er Ming, Er Ming, you run! You get out of here quickly!"
The young man, upon hearing this, remained silent, still standing firm with his sword.
Seeing this stance, the elder immediately understood that the young man intended to fight to the death, to buy him time to escape.
This made him extremely anxious.
"Er Ming, Er Ming, don't be like this!"
After speaking, he desperately tried to stop the young man named Er Ming, stumbling in the process.
However, at this moment, the enemy had already arrived. The young man named Er Ming had no more room to retreat.
"Go, Grandpa, you hurry and go!"
With that said, he leaped forward, charging directly at a cavalryman.
"Shu!"
The sound and sensation of his Qin sword piercing something brought a flicker of joy to the young man named Er Ming.
He had wounded his enemy, and possibly even killed him.
This was something to be happy about.
However, before his smile could fully form, another cavalryman arrived from behind and cleaved him away with a sword.
The flying corpse, almost split in two, was nearly bisected.
"Er Ming!"
A piercing cry rang out. The elder, with difficulty moving, saw the young man Er Ming being flung away and rushed to check on him.
However, after only taking a few steps, he was struck on the neck by a cavalryman, collapsing instantly and convulsing.
When the people of Guanzhong witnessed this scene, their eyes turned red.
"Damn it! These wicked bandits! They are slaughtering our people!"
"Kill! Fight them to the death!"
"The wicked have entered our lands! Sons of Guanzhong, pick up your weapons and kill the wicked!"
The people of Guanzhong were descendants of the old Qin, and almost every family had an ancestral saying: "Never forget the eastward expansion."
Now that the enemy had reached their doorstep and were slaughtering their people before their very eyes, how could they possibly endure it?
Without any hesitation, the people of Guanzhong charged forward.
Civilians holding Qin swords were at the forefront, followed by those with hoes and farming tools.
Behind them were people holding long staffs and carrying poles.
They knew that facing cavalry armed with armor and weapons, charging forward likely meant death.
But for the sake of their elders and countrymen, they feared no death.
The one charging at the very front was an old man, his hair half white, with only one arm remaining.
His face was filled with ferocity, showing no fear even when facing an army of thousands.
"You gutter scum! When I was on the battlefield killing people, you were still in your mother's womb!"
"Now you dare to lead troops into our Guanzhong lands? I say you're digging for food in a latrine, seeking death (shit)."
After speaking, he used his Qin sword to slash at a cavalryman.
His swordsmanship was very methodical, not a wild hack.
He knew he was shorter than the cavalryman, making it very difficult to strike upwards at the rider.
Therefore, he aimed his sword directly at the horse's legs.
If this sword strike hit its mark, even if the warhorse's legs weren't severed, the horse would be startled, unseating the rider.
This strike was undoubtedly aimed at a vital point.
"Hoo!"
Almost instantly, the neighing of the warhorse echoed in everyone's ears.
Following that, everyone saw the warhorse rear up, and a cavalryman in armor fell directly from his mount.
The one-armed veteran with half-white hair immediately appeared beside the cavalryman.
Without any hesitation, he delivered a follow-up strike, plunging his sword into the cavalryman's throat.
Blood splattered, and cheers erupted from the surrounding crowd.
"Well done! Uncle Li, you truly are someone who fought alongside Lord Wu'an! Your combat prowess is no less than it was back then!"
"Words fail me, Old Li's two strikes are why I've always respected him for all these years!"
"Old comrades, though we are old, we are not dead. Let's all go forward and teach these wicked bandits a lesson."
Guanzhong was indeed a place where dragons and crouching tigers resided.
Just like these old soldiers charging at the front, they were the ones who had fought with the God of Slaughter, Bai Qi, in all directions.
In terms of combat effectiveness, they were true elite soldiers.
However, many of them had grown old and were injured, so they had retired to their homes.
Now that the enemy had arrived at their doorstep, they no longer cared about their age or their injuries.
They had only one conviction: to kill the enemies before them and protect the elders and common people of Guanzhong.
The younger generation of Guanzhong finally realized that the stories the older generation told them about the battlefield were true.
Before, they hadn't believed them, listening to the words of these old, injured individuals and looking at them now, they thought they were boasting.
But now they believed, and their eyes were only filled with a bloodthirsty rage.
Although the old soldiers had some combat experience, they were old, and their stamina was failing.
After killing two or three enemies, it was already their limit.
As they made their next move, the enemy's swords ruthlessly pierced their chests.
However, they all died on the charge, none of them retreating.
This made the remaining old Qin people even more frenzied. Every single one of them charged forward, fearing no death.
At the same time, an ancient battle song began to resound.
"Mighty Qin, share the national hardship!"
"Mighty Qin, reclaim our rivers and mountains."
"Until the blood runs dry, we will not cease our fight!"
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