novelraw Chapter 303 - 100: Upheaval (Part 2)
Chapter 303 - 100: Upheaval (Part 2)
Ever since Grandmaster Wang fell gravely ill, the Wang Family’s conduct has been considerably restrained, but the grudges of the past do not simply vanish.
"Does that Wang really think that by appeasing us lately, we will forget the humiliation of those years?"
"Dream on!"
Pan Ran, Patriarch of the Pan Family, gritted his steel teeth, his beard trembling:
"Now that the old man is dead, Wang Biao alone cannot sustain such a vast enterprise, this is the time for us to exact our revenge and wash away the shame."
"Indeed!"
Bai Hai of the Bai Family martial guild, though over sixty, still felt furious when Wang’s name was mentioned.
This man, a Great Cycle Martial Artist, should have been the overlord of a city, but unfortunately, he encountered the unreasonable Wang Family and had been suppressed by them for many years.
Personally, Bai Hai suffered much indignity, scraping by in misery to this day, countless times imagining taking down the Wang Family and avenging the disgrace.
Now,
The opportunity has come!
"Wang Biao has a sister married to a fourth-ranked Governor, the old man secretly kept his death a mystery, waiting for that Governor to arrive."
Pan Ran said:
"Before the old man’s death, he had already sent a message, but the Governor is in Qing Province, the soonest he could arrive is three days later."
"Three days..."
"More than enough!"
"Hold on." Fang Zheng frowned, saying:
"If we destroy the Wang Family, won’t that Governor retaliate against us?"
"Rest assured." Bai Hai coldly snorted:
"Wang Biao and his sister do not get along well; in the first two years after her marriage, she returned, but who knows how many years it’s been since she last came back."
"Even when the old man was gravely ill, she only sent some herbs over."
"Besides..."
"The Governor of Qing Province has no authority over the people of Jizhou, as long as we do this cleanly, there will be no trouble afterward."
"Indeed." Pan Ran nodded, explaining:
"Currently, the Wang Family has Wang Biao, a Great Cycle Martial Artist, and another Great Cycle servant, but that person is traveling to find spiritual medicine for the old man and has not yet returned."
"Even if they return, we are not afraid!"
With that, he glanced at everyone.
On the Santai County side.
The Bai Family martial guild’s Mr. Bai Sr. was still vigorous, in the Great Cycle Realm, along with an unnamed swordsman wearing a bamboo hat, a Great Cycle Martial Artist hired at a heavy price by the Pan Family.
The people from Gu’an County were few but elite.
Linghu An is renowned, and Thunderbolt Hand Wen Tailai is no weakling; alone, on our side, there are four Great Cycle Martial Artists.
There are even more Minor Circulations.
With all the preparations, success is certain!
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The night was deep.
The deepest sleep of a person comes not right after falling asleep, nor right before waking, but in the middle of the night around two or three o’clock.
At this time,
It’s the hardest to disturb one’s slumber.
"Rustle..."
The leaves quivered, and numerous figures appeared one after another.
"Ahead lies the Prince’s Mansion."
Bai Hai squinted his eyes slightly, whispering:
"Back then, for the Wang Family to build their residence outside the city, they seized over a hundred acres of our prime farmland, and even leveled the graveyards of two families."
"I can’t say how much silver was wasted!"
"Everyone." Pan Ran looked solemn, stating:
"The Wang Family originated from water bandits; they know some military formations and strategies, the mansion surely has traps and obstructions, we must not get careless."
"Yes!"
"We understand!"
"..."
Everyone responded affirmatively.
"We’ll split into three groups." Pan Ran made gestures with his hand:
"The disciples of the martial hall and merchant guild will attack from the front to draw attention, I will lead the elite through the side courtyard, striking directly at the heart."
"As for you all..."
He turned his head to Fang Zheng, Linghu An, and the others:
"Once chaos ensues in the Wang Family, please trouble yourselves to capture and kill Wang Biao and the rest. If my estimation is correct, he should be in the rear courtyard guarding the old man’s corpse."
"Alright."
Linghu An nodded in agreement:
"Let’s do it that way!"
Pan Ran nodded, waving his big hand:
"Arm yourselves!"
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone behind opened their thick packages carried on their backs, revealing finely crafted armor inside.
A rough glance.
There were as many as sixty or seventy people donning armor!
Many of them were Blood Swapping Martial Artists, some even had Second Blood or Third Blood levels, and a portion of them carried powerful bows and crossbows.
Good heavens!
They’re gearing up for war!
Fang Zheng’s eyelids twitched, looking surprised.
Wearing armor makes a world of difference to a martial artist, those wearing armor with Third Blood could even withstand a True Qi Martial Artist head-on.
After all, martial artists are of flesh and blood, while steel armor is real metal; even Great Cycle Martial Artists cannot easily destroy it.
Dozens of armored martial artists charging together, even Linghu An would have to temporarily avoid the edge.
What’s more.
There are martial artists among them.
Once achieving the Great Cycle Realm, the use of armor diminishes since, like Fang Zheng’s own body, it’s already capable of withstanding small firearms, comparable to a steel body.
Armor actually hinders movement, becoming inconvenient.
Upon reaching the Realm of No Leakage...
Protective Gang Qi rivals the finest armor of the age, tearing through steel effortlessly.
’As expected, it’s the end of the dynasty; just one county like Santai has so many sets of armor. In ordinary times, hoarding armor is a grave crime involving family extermination, yet now..., if chaos erupts, someone calling out could easily gather a legion.’
’This world’s martial spirit is abundant, far stronger than ancient times in my own world. The six-hundred-year Wei Dynasty can no longer suppress the people below.’
’To kill an imperial official just like that, these people don’t even blink; the court’s deterrent over the martial artists below is weakening, turmoil... is imminent!’
Thoughts rapidly flashed through Fang Zheng’s mind as he saw Pan Ran, now armored, raising his large hand high before slamming it downward:
"Take action!"
As soon as he spoke, figures immediately emerged in front of the Wang Family’s mansion, among them, more than ten people were pushing a battering ram towards the main gate.
Thousands of pounds of timber, with the support of the battering ram, was like a speeding truck crashing into the gate.