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Chapter 473: The Authority of the Chamberlain
Chapter 473: The Authority of the Chamberlain
"Huala..."
In an instant, a fierce battle erupted, and the horse under the Iron Horse Chamberlain's command exuded an eerie and sinister aura, as if it were unstoppable. With a swing of his large saber, he unleashed a torrent of flying sand and rolling stones, causing the entire forest to tremble in fear.
On the other side, the No Beef Sect members let out eerie laughter and unleashed their skills, charging forward to meet their opponents.
Not only from this point, but even in other directions around Stone Horse Town, several Junior Hall Magistrates of the Year Guard Dao received orders and led their troops toward the town, their divine souls surging and killing intent rolling.
Each of these Junior Hall Magistrates had three sword-wielding clerks and ten or so runners under their command, totaling just over twenty people. However, as Year-End Guardians, they each possessed unique abilities, exuding an aura of sheer ferocity. Wherever they passed, even the dogs on the roadside were scared into silence.
"Who dares to disturb the Lantern Festival Fair?"
Similarly, within Stone Horse Town, others led their troops out to confront these Junior Hall Magistrates, each employing their own mystical arts. In the blink of an eye, they clashed in a fierce battle.
"It's time to make a move..."
At this moment, even the elders of Stone Horse Town, including Elder Sun, Tang Pavilion Master, and Auntie Wu's son-in-law, exchanged glances, their minds filled with uncertainty. The town's residents and ordinary followers of the One Coin Sect were unaware of what was happening, but they knew the truth.
As their thoughts raced, someone suddenly shouted, "Our senior brothers are here. What's the point of hiding in the town?"
"Let's go out and greet them. Who knows what blessings we might receive from them!"
Without further ado, they rose to their feet and rushed out. Some carried weapons, while others gathered their subordinates, quickly forming a group of over a hundred people, each brandishing their weapons with intimidating ferocity.
Even before the No Beef Sect disciples appeared, they had been hiding in Stone Horse Town, hesitant to flee but not daring to directly charge out. However, the situation was different now, and no one wanted to remain in the town any longer.
The powerful figures of Stone Horse Town, including Elder Sun, the Grand Master of the Treasure Pavilion, the leader of the Ten Thousand Horses Guild, and Auntie Wu's son-in-law, even the owner of the town's coffin shop, all rushed out and set up a coffin formation around the town.
The entire area around Stone Horse Town was filled with a variety of mystical arts, creating a bustling and extraordinary scene. Various extraordinary individuals engaged in intense battles, making it extremely lively.
However, as if they shared a telepathic connection, everyone seemed more interested in showcasing their skills rather than truly fighting to the death. Instead, they kept a close eye on the direction from which the Iron Horse Chamberlain was charging, their battle cries shaking the heavens, but their attention was solely focused on that area.
"Huala..."
The Iron Horse Chamberlain, wielding his large saber and riding the tiger-skinned leprous horse, charged down the slope, slashing at the No Beef demons blocking his path. However, just as he approached, a gust of yin wind blew, and the demons' figures suddenly vanished without a trace.
In front of them, on the narrow road, something unexpected appeared.
It was a solitary and ancient-looking grave, positioned right in the middle of the road, blocking their path. The grave had signs of recent incense burning and offerings, creating an eerie atmosphere.
"Grave Relocation Spell?"
The Iron Horse Chamberlain's expression darkened as he recognized this as a demonic art used by the demons.
By chanting incantations and burning incense, they could move graves from elsewhere onto the road, making it neither yin nor yang. This road now trapped the living and invited the dead to enter.
This art was considered one of the most troublesome secrets of the No Beef Sect, as grave desecration was a serious crime. Those who set up this art were extremely sinister, and those who encountered it would either be blocked, harmed by the grave's occupants, or have to endure the loss of yin virtue from breaking the grave. All three paths led to a dead end, and none of them were good people.
"Heng!"
However, the Iron Horse Chamberlain showed no hesitation and rode forward. In an instant, he swung his saber, slicing directly at the grave.
A sound of sand and stone being cut filled the air, and to everyone's astonishment, he lifted the entire grave, including the ground beneath it, into the air. With a shake of his saber, the grave was instantly shattered.
"Big Head Chamberlain, return my nether grave..."
Amidst the flying grave dust, a wailing cry emerged. An innocent and wronged soul cried out, reaching out to grab the Iron Horse Chamberlain's face, but he exhaled, dispersing it with his breath.
In the next moment, he pulled on the reins and charged forward again. At the end of the narrow road, the lights of Stone Horse Town seemed within reach. At this speed, it appeared that he would arrive in just a few breaths, not even needing three incense sticks' worth of time.
"Huff!"
But at that very moment, by the roadside, someone knelt and burned ghost money, a sinister smile flashing across their face. They lightly waved the burning ghost money to the side.
As the Iron Horse Chamberlain rode forward, he felt a momentary dizziness. Rubbing his eyes and looking again, the straight road ahead suddenly transformed into two winding paths under a gust of wind, both leading toward Stone Horse Town.
At the fork in the road, dark figures rode paper horses, adorned with a row of four banners on their bodies. Their eyes were icy, and they held their weapons high, staring directly at the Iron Horse Chamberlain.
"You short-legged chamberlain, the path of life and death opens, let's see how you choose!"
"..."
"Playing ghost!"
The Iron Horse Chamberlain rushed forward without slowing down, ignoring the malicious words from the others. With a fierce shout, he charged towards the intersection, his body radiating with surging blood energy. The tiger skin leprous head horse beneath him leaped high into the air, transforming into a cloud of dark mist as it surged forward.
He didn't even glance at the two paths; his eyes were fixed on the Stone Horse Town ahead, charging straight ahead.
"Swoosh..."
The ghost general riding the paper horse saw this and became furious. They all rushed into the air, launching a pincer attack on the Iron Horse Chamberlain. However, with a roar of anger, the paper figures shattered, burning as they fell from the sky. The two paths merged into one.
As the Iron Horse Chamberlain landed, he remained on that single path, fierce and unstoppable, rushing towards the Stone Horse Town, now seemingly just a step away.
At that moment, the little girl carrying her grandfather also emerged, her small fists clenched tightly. She struck his face with a sudden blow, tumbling and rolling through several moves.
On both sides of the forest, heads began to swarm, and countless people laughed maliciously, shouting, "This big-headed old man is indeed the first among the New Year Hall Officials outside the Zhou family. Look at his ferocity, he doesn't even have a brain left..."
"Such a big head, but no brain inside, what's the use?"
"Hehe, a high-ranking New Year Hall Official, yet willingly being a lackey, what's in his head?"
"..."
Countless ghostly shadows rushed towards him, their eerie words clear and piercing, drilling into his ears. The Iron Horse Chamberlain's expression tightened, and he charged forward, ignoring the demons and spirits around him, focusing solely on his path.
"Senior Brother Golden Dust, your insults won't work. It seems like he doesn't even care about us..."
Someone whispered curiously, and the opera troupe leader chuckled, "Don't worry, it's definitely effective. This big-headed hall official is actually the most narrow-minded. One insult, and he'll brood for half a day."
"But he talks about his Spirit Nourishing Art and acts like he doesn't care, so the more you insult him, the more he'll hide it in his heart. Eventually, he'll explode..."
"..."
More strange and eerie sounds emerged, and in front of the New Year Hall Official, Iron Horse, numerous ghostly shadows appeared, along with the Beef-Abstaining Demons. They materialized from the air and ground, some not even showing their faces, yet their moves were cruel and fierce, all aimed at him.
...
...
"The Beef-Abstaining Demons do have some skills, actually managing to hold off that New Year Hall Official?"
Above Stone Horse Town, Hu Ma watched the bloody battle raging below and sighed softly. In truth, he should go and take a look. After all, this was a New Year Hall Official from the Year Guard Dao, and witnessing his skills would be greatly beneficial.
But alas, one must always prioritize tasks...
The Meng Clan, the Meng Clan...
Earlier, he had felt that if he only scared off the Meng Clan, he would have made a small profit but felt a great loss. Now, someone had taken on the chamberlain and protected the town's Lantern Festival Fair.
So, he could finally focus on his own important matters...
Gritting his teeth, he made his decision and slowly retreated. He took out a green incense stick from his pocket and lit it. Soon, Little Red Tang appeared in his sight, carrying a fire basin on her head as she ran.
He signaled to Little Red Tang, calmed down the impatient and irritable Ma Ye, and quietly made his way to the other end of the forest without alerting anyone.
"Where's the Grandmaster?"
Inside the headquarters, Miao Shan Fairy was excited, "I'll go and invite the Grandmaster to meet the Senior Brother."
"No, it's against the rules. The Senior Brother should go and see the Grandmaster."
"..."
She looked as if she wanted to show off something to the Senior Brother, but when she stood up and glanced around, she was surprised, "Oh, where did the Grandmaster go?"
"He's the Grandmaster, why would he need to report to us?"
The Senior Brother, who looked like a simple farmer, sighed softly, his gaze distant. "This time, the time was too short. Even if we received the message, there were still too few who could make it here in just two days."
"Only I and Senior Brother Golden Dust, the disciples of the No Beef Sect, managed to rush over. The others are my disciples, but their skills aren't sufficient. Facing a chamberlain, along with a scion from the Ten Surnames, would still be challenging."
"But I wonder, if the heavens have blessed us by returning our Grandmaster, will they also give us a surprise?"
"..."
"..."
As the No Beef Sect disciples mobilized and countless people watched with concern, Hu Ma also left the town, sighing softly. He told Little Red Tang, "Go and give a signal."
"Who said that facing the Meng Clan and the chamberlain means we have to wait here?"
"We're going to charge in!"
(End of Chapter)
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