NOVEL ONLINE FREE Chapter 129 She and Her Ancestral Master
"Ancestor master, look, Meng Yu's territory isn't bad, right?"
A tall and a short figure arrived at Meng Yu's territory.
The taller female, with a sallow complexion, carried an exceedingly large iron sword on her back. She was Su Qingqing, her gentle and beautiful features hidden behind a human skin mask, and this immense iron sword lessened the troubles the two single women encountered during their travels.
The shorter girl was carefully examining the surrounding scenery, especially some seeds collected from the ground.
She looked carefully, her expression one of confusion and incomprehension.
"This shouldn't be, these seeds, these plants, they've all been improved. How could such a huge change happen in just about ten years? How did Meng Yu cultivate them?"
The petite girl, with her face veiled, was now very curious about how Meng Yu had acquired these seeds.
After arriving in Great Wu, Meng Yu found that while there were high-yield corn, sweet potatoes, and some wheat seeds, the production was still not high enough. And no matter how much gold and silver he had, he couldn't always buy food. So, during a business trip to a certain minor planet, he chatted with a local agricultural company in disguise and anonymously, not only asking them to appraise some common agricultural seeds from Great Wu but also to provide some non-GMO seeds that had not much difference in variety yet yielded more.
Meng Yu thought this left no loopholes, and then these seeds took root and sprouted in Great Wu—this was why his territory had enjoyed bumper harvests these last few years.
"I don't understand."
Su Qingqing was utterly confused.
"It's nothing, no one's researching this stuff now. Everyone's pursuing those high-end things. Very few people do seed cultivation anymore, these seeds are so good and interesting. Let's go meet Meng Yu, my interest in him is growing."
"Alright, ancestor master," Su Qingqing said.
"Also, don't have too high expectations for Meng Yu. I know you don't like chaos and death of many people. I was the same back then, but sometimes the more you try to help the ordinary world, the more chaotic it gets. Understand?"
"Understand, understand, thank you ancestor master."
Su Qingqing nodded incessantly. The chaos in Jiangnan had been quelled by the Divine Martial King, largely thanks to the help of the great ancestor master, who descended anonymously and exterminated the Fragrance Sect Leader along with his followers, preventing a major upheaval in Jiangnan.
"Alas, I wonder how things are over there now. That Divine Martial King, will he listen to you, create less slaughter, save more lives, alas... But judging by his demeanor, he seems not to heed advice."
The shorter woman sighed, letting out another breath.
If she revealed her cultivation, she might persuade him, but it could lead to even more people dying.
"It's right for the ancestor master not to show her face. Those people from the Xu Family are getting worse with each generation, and the Divine Martial King is not a good person either.
That's why I have high hopes for Meng Yu. He's talented and has a good temper. He's characterized as gentle and refined, cultivated and polite, does not take unfair advantage, and is a bit of a pushover as well. I think, ancestor master, your experiment could very well be bestowed upon him, a tremendous opportunity for him."
"Ah, is his temper really that good?"
Hearing about Meng Yu's good temper, the Golden Core Ancestor felt much better.
"Mmm, you also know, he has a very special aura about him, a very scholarly person..."
Su Qingqing did not take Meng Yu's money, and what she said was true; after all, even though Meng Yu had slain Young Master Yu and many others, compared with other demons and notable generals, she could only say that Meng Yu was among the highest in martial skill, yet the best-tempered person she had ever encountered.
As for being scholarly, the Immortal Sect was most adept at teaching out degenerates who appeared cultured. Outsiders would say that all of you are too hypocritical.
The two women continued their way, stopping here and there to see many fine villages and peaceful citizens, until they passed by a tea stall and heard gossip.
"The Divine Martial King is coming. He's going to steal from us."
"Yes, can Young Master Meng avoid it this time?"
"Don't know, let's hope there's no war, no war!"
Some were whispering secretly by the roadside, causing Su Qingqing to frown and toss out a piece of silver, waving at someone.
She was not familiar with the current situation.
After she and the great ancestor master killed the Fragrance Sect Leader and the Twelve Elders, the two quickly left. After all, the upcoming bloodshed was unstoppable, the grievances and feuds too complex, even listening seemed to sully one's ears.
For example, how the Divine Martial King had slaughtered tens of thousands of disciples of the Fragrance Cult, staining the rivers red, how so many people were implicated and sent one by one to the execution block.
The ancestor master liked researching plants, so she took the ancestor master to various famous mountains and deep valleys, exploring high and low, until they felt it was time to check on Meng Yu.
But now, the Divine Martial King was planning to move against Meng Yu?
Last year, when the Divine Martial King asked her to strike down the Fragrance Sect Leader, what had he promised?
He said he would agree to any condition, kneeling before her, saying that Great Wu was in imminent danger and begging her to take action?
She did not ask for gold, silver, jewels, or any territories, but made a seemingly insignificant request.
She expressed her high regard for Meng Yu and hoped the Divine Martial King would learn from Meng Yu's kindness and morality, and his ability to govern territories, and not to oppose Meng Yu.
Then, the Divine Martial King humbly accepted, but once the overall situation was settled, he came after Meng Yu?
She had promised Meng Yu with a pat on her chest, hadn't she?
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The people of the Qingfeng Gate did not know that Su Qingqing had come over with the Golden Core Sect Leader, they only knew that a great catastrophe was looming.
Although the Fiery Young Master, Meng Yu's combat power was extremely formidable, with twelve Fire Crows and his strong swordsmanship, possibly only the Divine Martial King could rival him among the younger generation. But this time, the Divine Martial King did not come alone.
This time, what Qingfeng Gate faced was an elite army, the likes of which Great Wu had never seen since its founding.
The Emperor was gravely ill, so he handed over military power and other authorities to the Divine Martial King. He gathered elite troops from various places at the frontier and rigorously trained them, organizing the great army to march southward.
On their way south, with Su Qingqing's help, they were victorious in every battle, unbeatable in all assaults. Afterward, the assassination of the Fragrance Sect Leader and others further granted him an unprecedented perfect victory.
This victory, in turn, elevated his prestige and tempered the army. Riding on this triumph, he suppressed the major families and sects of Jiangnan. Countless people came to serve under him, and the spoils from Jiangnan kept his troops well-fed and financially content. The army was more loyal than ever, boldly pressing forward.
It could be said that this army was the strongest force Great Wu had seen in a century, and even the Martial Saint Land had to bow and apologize before them.
So, Meng Yu, a mere Fiery Young Master, by what means could he resist the heavenly soldiers and generals of the Imperial Court?
Logically, at this point, Meng Yu should bow and admit his errors, offering his submission voluntarily. But the Meng Yu right now was a fool!
Before the Fragrance Cult staged their rebellion, they had sent emissaries and the Holy Maiden to make various contacts, suggesting a joint rebellion in the Southeast and Jiangnan, claiming the advantage was on their side. They even offered to provide all kinds of assistance to Meng Yu and promised him much.
But Meng Yu refused. He said he could not cause chaos in the world and make countless civilians become homeless refugees for his personal gain. Thus, the Flamingo, which should have soared high, became a loyal dog of the Imperial Court. Not only did he not make harsh demands, but he also willingly provided a significant amount of grain and allowed credit.
Didn't he understand that the Imperial Court would likely never pay him back?
Didn't he understand that by going on like this, being adored and powerful, the Imperial Court could never tolerate him?
And now, as the Imperial Court's army turned back towards him, he actually still had a chance to admit defeat voluntarily. But instead, he directly challenged the Imperial Court, questioning their intentions.
Not only did he bring out various awards and imperial edicts the court had given him in the past, but he even.... even had the villagers in his territory start to arm themselves, including organizing a militia, intending to resist?
What a joke?
The Fragrance Cult had laid low for hundreds of years, continuously rebelling and accumulating countless experiences. With an enlightened and powerful leader, a genius once in a hundred years, and numerous veteran soldiers as the backbone, their followers were trained for five to six years before they had the capital to rebel. And Meng Yu, do you want to send soldiers, not fully trained for even a month, to fight against the Imperial Court's elite?
Everyone was terrified, and many people advised against it. But Meng Yu wouldn't listen, and even his subordinates were like headstrong young fools!
Meng Yu was finished.
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The two women continued on their way, all the while observing everything around them.
Three days later.
"Wang Fugui?"
Su Qingqing frowned as she watched the general who was killing people.
The wanderer turned samurai now wore a battle robe. The scene was bloody, with dozens of bodies lying on the ground, and Wang Fugui was the one who had taken action. He was one of Meng Yu's generals and had stood by Meng Yu's side when Su Qingqing went to see him.
"You are?"
"I am Su Qingqing."
Removing her human skin mask, she reached out her hand, and a spear ten meters away flew up and landed in her grasp, confirming her identity to Wang Fugui.
"Master Su?"
"Hmm, Wang Fugui, what happened here, with this person?"
The person lying in a pool of blood, whom Su Qingqing also recognized, was another one of Meng Yu's subordinates, an old buddy of Wang Fugui. He was still clinging to life.
"Pah, traitor!"
Wang Fugui scoffed coldly and spat on the man.
"His Majesty has granted him immense favor, abundant riches, and resources for his cultivation. Then, after his cultivation went awry, leading to madness and becoming a cripple, still, His Majesty didn't scorn him. He let him become a town magistrate and gave him plenty of gold and silver. But when the Divine Martial King's army arrived, look at him, embezzling public funds and trying to flee!"
The man lay on the ground, looking up at Wang Fugui with pleading eyes, but Wang Fugui did not hesitate to chop down with his sword.
Then Wang Fugui's men started to finish off the others lying on the ground one by one.
Bodies were everywhere, creating a gruesome scene.
Su Qingqing remained silent, while the woman beside her sighed.
"My sister and I would like to see Mister Meng, may we?"
She still wore her veil, stepping back two paces, distancing herself from the blood on the ground.
Fights like this, truly disagreeable, most detestable.
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