"This is... an ancient Qi cultivator?"
Before the Qin Dynasty, there were ancient Qi cultivators, and even more so, the art of Xuan.
Of course, Xuan arts were largely comprehended from the Book of Changes by Xuan masters, among whom King Wen of Zhou, Ji Chang, and the sage Confucius were outstanding.
However, one held a noble status and the other was virtuous and talented, neither of whom displayed their Xuan arts.
As for Qi cultivators, by the Qin Dynasty, they had declined and transformed. During the Qin Dynasty, most were called Fang Shi, and after the Qin Dynasty, they were called Dao Shi.
Therefore, Qi cultivators were also not prominent, or had already become legends.
Lin Tian had not expected that this single-move sword technique could possess such terrifying power.
This led him to speculate that this sword technique might be a supreme secret manual from the ancient Qi cultivators.
Its origin could not be traced.
But regardless, after ten years, Lin Tian's Immortal's Kneel had been achieved.
At this moment, Lin Tian felt his entire body light, as if he were an immortal being, with innate sword bones and the ability to reach the Way of the Sword.
This made him reveal a satisfied smile.
"It's time to go back. Uncle Gen and Xiao Wu said they wanted to celebrate my birthday. If I don't hurry back, I might be late!"
Although Lin Tian had not yet celebrated his birthday, he was very happy that someone wanted to celebrate it with him.
However, Lin Tian was unaware that his neighborhood was already in chaos.
"Hurry! Faster, while these Qin people haven't reacted, seize all the hostages!"
"Kill all who resist. Don't waste time on them, otherwise, once the Qin people react, our plan will be completely ruined!"
These shouted commands directly determined the course of action for this group of people.
Upon entering the Guanzhong region, they hesitated not at all and immediately launched their assault.
These were people sent by Zhang Liang of Han and Crown Prince Dan of Yan, among others, to rescue Han Fei.
They were also a group of suicide soldiers.
After donning Qin army armor and infiltrating the Guanzhong region, they unleashed their seemingly feared onslaught.
Wherever they went, they killed anyone they saw without hesitation.
At first, people did not notice, but after this group had killed dozens of people, shouts and cries began to erupt.
"Enemy attack, enemy attack!"
"Alert, enemies are attacking, everyone grab your weapons!"
"There are many enemies, quickly notify the garrison, quickly 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 fighters, and many families possessed a Qin sword, the situation would have already descended into utter chaos.
However, even if they hadn't fallen into complete disarray, they were not far from 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 evacuate, but because the enemy had arrived too quickly, their pace was too slow to escape.
He had no choice but to pick up his Qin sword and stand in front of the elderly person, blocking the enemy's attacks.
This scene instantly caused great distress to the elderly person with mobility issues.
"Er Ming, Er Ming, hurry and leave, hurry and get out of here!"
Upon hearing this, the young man remained silent, sword in hand, still standing firm.
Seeing this stance, the elderly person 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 do this!"
After speaking, he urgently tried to stop the young man named Er Ming, stumbling in the process.
However, by this time, the enemy had already arrived before them. The young man named Er Ming had nowhere to retreat.
"Go, Grandpa, hurry and go!"
With that, he leaped forward, charging directly at a cavalryman.
"Sss!"
The sound and feeling of piercing came from his Qin sword, which brought a glimmer of joy to the young man named Er Ming.
He had wounded his enemy, possibly even killed him.
This was something to be happy about.
However, before his smile had even fully formed, another cavalryman arrived from behind and struck him down with a sword.
The body that was sent flying was nearly split in two.
"Er Ming!"
A piercing cry rang out. The elderly person with mobility issues, seeing the young man Er Ming sent flying, desperately wanted to check on Er Ming's condition.
However, he had only taken a few steps before a cavalryman struck him in the neck, causing him to fall to the ground and convulse.
When the civilians of Guanzhong witnessed this scene, their eyes turned red.
"Damn them, these wicked bandits, they are slaughtering our people!"
"Kill! Fight them to the death!"
"Wicked bandits at our gates, sons of Guanzhong, pick up your weapons and kill these wicked bandits!"
The sons of Guanzhong were all old Qin people. Almost every family had an ancestral instruction: "Never forget to march east."
Now that the enemy had reached their doorstep and were killing the people of Guanzhong right before their eyes, how could they possibly tolerate it?
Without hesitation, the people of Guanzhong charged forward.
Civilians wielding Qin swords were at the forefront, followed by those armed with hoes and farming tools.
Behind them were people holding long poles and carrying poles.
They knew that facing cavalry equipped with armor and weapons, charging forward might mean certain death.
But for the sake of their elders and fellow villagers, what was there to fear in death?
Leading the charge was an old man, his hair half white, with only one arm.
His face was filled with ferocity; even facing an army of thousands, he showed no fear.
"You punk, when your grandfather was killing people on the battlefield, you were still in your mother's womb!"
"Now you dare lead an army into our Guanzhong region. I think you're digging in a latrine for food, seeking death (shit)."
With that, he swung his Qin sword directly at a cavalryman.
His swordsmanship was very methodical, not a chaotic hack.
He knew he was not as tall as the cavalryman, and it was very difficult to strike the cavalryman from below.
Therefore, he aimed his sword directly at the horse's legs.
If this sword strike landed true, even if the warhorse's legs were not severed, the horse would be startled, and the cavalryman would be thrown from its back.
This sword strike was clearly aimed at a vital point.
"Hiss!"
Almost instantly, the warhorse's whinnying cry echoed in everyone's ears.
Immediately after, everyone saw the warhorse rear up, and a cavalryman in armor fell from its back.
The one-armed veteran with half-white hair instantly appeared beside this cavalryman.
Without any hesitation, he followed up with a killing blow, thrusting his sword into the cavalryman's throat.
Gushing blood splattered, eliciting cheers from the surrounding crowd.
"Good! Uncle Li, you truly fought alongside Lord Wu'an! Your combat effectiveness is no less than back then!"
"I have nothing more to say, these two swords from Old Li are why I've respected Old Li all these years!"
"Old comrades, though we are old, we are not dead. Let's all go up and teach these wicked bandits a lesson."
The Guanzhong region was indeed a place where dragons and crouching tigers resided.
These old soldiers charging at the forefront were the ones who fought alongside the God of Slaughter, Bai Qi, in campaigns across the land.
In terms of combat effectiveness, they were truly elite soldiers.
However, many had grown old and suffered injuries, so they had retired and returned home.
Now that the enemy had reached their doorstep, they no longer cared about their age or injuries.
They had only one belief: kill the enemies before them and protect the elders and villagers of Guanzhong.
The younger generation of Guanzhong discovered at this moment that the battlefield stories their elders had told them were all true.
Before, they didn't believe them, and listening to these old, injured, and aged people, and looking at them now, they thought they were bragging.
But now they believed, and only after that did their eyes turn red.
Although the old soldiers had some combat experience, they were old, and their stamina was insufficient.
After killing two or three enemies, it was already their limit.
When they moved to strike again, the enemy's sword ruthlessly pierced their chests.
However, they all died on the charge; not a single one retreated.
This further fueled the madness of the old Qin people. Each and every one of them charged forward, fearless of death.
Simultaneously, an ancient war song resounded.
"Brave and valiant Qin, together we face the national crisis!"
"Brave and valiant Qin, restore our rivers and mountains."
"Until our blood runs dry, we shall not cease our battle!"
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