You lead the starving refugees through the snowstorm, slaying demons and monsters, cutting off their edible flesh, while also recruiting more refugees from the borderlands to strengthen your ranks. Your efforts prove effective, as your group expands rapidly. Wu Yingxue is surprised by this. Perhaps this group is no longer just a band of starving refugees. With the Fool’s Technique you’ve passed down, it can truly be called an army. However, you haven’t yet decided on a name for this group. People offer various suggestions, some elegant, others more straightforward. After much thought, you finally give up with a smile. Whatever name you choose, the people joining your group have only one goal: to live peacefully and eat their fill. That’s enough. That’s all that matters. If you had to pick a name, you think “Army of Survival” or “Army of Food” sounds pretty good. A Niu says he likes the name “Army of Food.”
After two months of wandering through the snowstorm, your group has grown significantly, now numbering tens of thousands—souls desperate to live, souls that have already died once. To these souls, death is no longer something to fear. They crave to live through death, to find a true path to survival from the brink of despair. Through practicing your Fool’s Technique, almost all the refugees have reached the first stage of Body Tempering, with those abundant in spirit even advancing to the second or third stage in one go. Moreover, after taking the True Qi Pill, a young girl also breaks through to the Innate stage during a fierce battle with demons. Wu Yingxue happily shares this news with you.
“Sir, I have to tell you, I’m now an Innate Martial Artist!”
“You’ve done very well, Yingxue.”
With a gentle smile, you offer words of encouragement, reaching out to brush a few snowflakes off the girl’s head. She giggles foolishly, clearly delighted by your praise. That year, that month, that day—Wu Yingxue stands with her fists on her hips, her expression proud and unapologetic, though she only shows this side of herself to you. Most of the time, she is the reliable “Little Master Wu” in everyone’s eyes, the one they turn to for help. You silently observe her growth, from her initial clumsiness to her later ease and confidence. You feel proud of her progress. But at the same time, you genuinely wish to change this world, this world that forces everyone to change.
Through persistent martial practice, your *Qi and Blood Tyrant Fist* undergoes a transformation. Congratulations, you have comprehended the *Observation of Principles True Fist*. Through persistent martial practice, your *Nine Thunder Saber* also evolves, merging with Innate Gang Qi. Congratulations, you have comprehended the *Thunderous Saber Gang Qi*. Your strength has grown immensely, each punch and kick as sharp as a blade, with the roar of thunder. After Wu Yingxue reaches the Innate stage, her awakened *Azure Dragon Gang Qi* also possesses power far beyond her peers. You personally test her strength and are astonished.
Time flies. You calculate the weather, predicting that the colder, snow-melting days are approaching. For the ragged Army of Survival, this is nothing short of a death countdown. You no longer hold back.
Leading tens of thousands of the Army of Survival, you attack a weak checkpoint you’ve scouted beforehand. Guarding this checkpoint are two martial grandmasters at the Observation of Principles stage. You and the girl each take on one.
“Watch the spear!!”
A furious roar echoes across the sky. Everyone instinctively looks up. They see a figure in red and white robes, swift as fire, wielding a long spear that whirls through the heavens, unleashing a massive, ferocious dragon-shaped Gang Qi. It has scales, claws, horns, and a tail—like a true Azure Dragon galloping across the sky.
“Azure Dragon Gang Qi?!” The Great Qian Dynasty generals stationed at the checkpoint are shocked and bewildered. Azure Dragon Gang Qi is exclusive to the Great Qian royal family. How could it appear in the hands of rebels? Soon, the two Innate generals recall Wu Yingxue’s identity, and their expressions turn cold.
“How bold! The remnants of Dingyuan Prefecture dare to show themselves here!”
“Kill them!”
The Innate generals leap into the air, only to be forced back mid-flight by a blade of Gang Qi as swift as lightning.
“Just forced back, not injured… I’m still not proficient enough with *Thunderous Saber Gang Qi*… And after all, humans and demons are different. I lack experience fighting martial artists.”
In the snowy, desolate sky, Xu Xi also steps into the air. His Gang Qi is like a blade, tearing through the surrounding snowstorm; the sound of his saber is like thunder, resonating across ten miles of metal. No words are needed on this bloody battlefield. Xu Xi and Wu Yingxue each charge toward a Great Qian general—this is a battle reserved for Innate Martial Artists, for martial grandmasters.
On the ground, the refugees of the Army of Survival form an endless, surging wave, crashing against the checkpoint’s defenders.
“Kill!”
When farmers who once tilled the land pick up their hoes, when cooks who once tended the fires raise their cleavers, even these rusted tools, reflecting white light in the snowstorm, can unleash fearsome power.
“Just a bunch of criminals!”
Cavalry charge out of the checkpoint, trying to break the refugees’ formation. But the high-and-mighty “lords” suddenly realize in horror that the lowly scum they expected to scatter at a touch are not afraid of their charge. Instead, the people frantically rush toward the warhorses, wielding pitchforks, hoes, and crude homemade ropes, all aiming for the horses’ legs. Some even throw themselves at the horses, trying to stop them with their own bodies.
Someone is kicked flying by a horse, but it doesn’t matter. More people surge forward, even coughing up blood, they continue to press on with a crazed determination.
“Get away!”
“All of you, get away!”
A cavalryman falls from his horse. He is a noble scion from the Imperial Capital, destined for a bright future and great prospects from birth, inherently different from the mud-legged peasants before him. But now, fallen to the ground, he is lower than those peasants, forced to look up at their faces in fear.
The battle is fierce, lasting until the sun sets. The crimson glow dyes the sky, bringing the final curtain. The Army of Survival wins, as expected, yet also at a devastating cost. When the last light of the battlefield shines on the earth, it reveals countless bloodied corpses, with only a handful still standing.
Before the will of those who have already died once, who only seek to live again as humans, even the armored, blade-wielding border army is nothing more than people who will die if killed. The so-called distinctions of high and low, noble and base, are absolutely equal in the face of death.
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