Mainland Martial Arts

Chapter 505: The War Between Two Countries

"Fire!" Xu Tian shouted, and flames shot up into the sky. The roar of detonators and artillery intertwined and resounded throughout the battlefield. The Xuanling Empire's army was caught off guard by this sudden attack, and their formation was thrown into disarray. Seeing this, Xu Tian immediately led his troops in pursuit.

"Brothers, charge! For the Empire, for our fallen brothers!" Xu Tian shouted, brandishing his spear. His voice echoed across the battlefield, galvanizing the soldiers' fighting spirit. Like tigers descending from the mountains, they charged at the enemy, their weapons flashing with a cold light as they engaged in a fierce battle with the Xuanling Empire's army.

In the Chen family's secret room in Jinyan City, Chen Yu diligently practiced the Xuanling secret manual left by Lin Feng. The room was dimly lit, surrounded by various precious elixirs and spiritual objects. Chen Yu sat cross-legged on the ground, his eyes closed, sweat covering his forehead. Within his body, Qi rapidly flowed through his meridians, each movement accompanied by a sharp pain.

"Ah!" Chen Yu suddenly shouted, a powerful aura bursting out of him. He slowly opened his eyes, a glint of excitement in them. After this period of diligent training, although his strength was still at the level of a Half-Step Grandmaster, he was already able to compete with a Fifth-Rank Grandmaster.

"I must become stronger, avenge Lin Feng, and contribute to the empire!" Chen Yu clenched his fists and vowed silently in his heart. His eyes were full of determination, as if he could see himself bravely fighting the enemy on the battlefield.

In Muyang Town, Chen Xiner came to Lin Feng's home. She looked at Lin Feng's elderly parents, her heart filled with heartache and guilt. She decided to take care of the two elderly people in Lin Feng's place.

"Uncle, aunt, I will be your daughter from now on. I will take good care of you." Chen Xiner held Lin Feng's parents' hands, tears in her eyes, and said sincerely.

Lin Feng's parents looked at the kind-hearted girl in front of them, their hearts moved and sad. They lost their son, but gained such a caring daughter.

"Good boy, thank you for your hard work." Lin Feng's mother stroked Chen Xiner's hair and said in a choked voice.

Chen Xiner not only took care of the two elderly people, but also applied the knowledge she learned in her daily life. She thought of hydropower generation, so she led the villagers to build a small hydropower generation facility by the river in Muyang Town.

Under the scorching sun, Chen Xiner worked with the villagers to carry heavy stones and wood. Her face was covered with sweat and her clothes were soaked with sweat, but she did not complain at all.

"Everyone, keep going, it will be over soon!" Chen Xiner encouraged the villagers while wiping the sweat off their faces. Her voice was full of energy, filling the villagers' hearts with hope.

After a period of hard work, the hydropower facility was finally completed. When the first light came on, the entire town of Muyang was in an uproar. The villagers gathered around the light, their eyes filled with wonder and joy.

"Is this electricity? It's so bright!" a villager said in surprise.

"Yes, our lives will be much more convenient in the future!" another villager echoed.

Lin Feng's parents looked at the bright lights, as if they saw their son's figure, and tears blurred their eyes again.

"Xin'er, thank you. You have made our lives different." Lin Feng's father said gratefully.

Chen Xiner smiled and shook her head: "Father, this is what I should do. If Lin Feng were still here, he would do the same."

In this turbulent era, Xu Tian, ​​Chen Yu and Chen Xiner are all working hard in their respective positions.

Six years passed like a raging river. On the border between the Xuanying Empire and the Xuanling Empire, the years were scarred by war. The smoke of gunpowder never truly dissipated from this land, its acrid odor permeating every inch of the air, a permanent reminder of war.

At dawn, the sky was a pale pale. Xu Tian was already standing outside the tent. He wore heavy armor, its scratches and bloodstains bearing witness to countless brutal battles. He clutched tightly in his hands the Xuanling Secret Manual, entrusted to him by Lin Feng on his deathbed. Though its cover was slightly tarnished by time, it held all his faith and strength. Xu Tian gazed into the distance, his eyes as sharp as a hawk's, piercing the smoke and focusing on the movements of the Xuanling Empire's army. His brow furrowed slightly, a warning of the impending battle and a concern for this land, so ravaged by suffering.

"Report—General! The Xuanling Empire's vanguard has regrouped, seemingly preparing for a new offensive!" A messenger hurried over, kneeling on one knee, his rapid words thick with nervousness. Beads of sweat covered his forehead, trickling down his cheeks and onto the cracked earth, disappearing in an instant.

Xu Tian calmly and carefully placed the Xuanling Secret Book into his arms, his movements gentle, as if protecting a rare treasure. "Order the entire army, immediately alert, and hold our positions to the death! Tell the brothers, behind us are our homes and our loved ones. Do not retreat a single step!" His voice was deep and powerful, carrying an unquestionable majesty. It echoed in the morning air for a long time, like the sound of a huge bell, reaching every corner and inspiring the fighting spirit of the soldiers.

Memories flooded back like a tide. Six years ago, when Xu Tian first arrived at the front lines, he was filled with bitterness and helplessness. Back then, although he possessed the Nine Yang Swallowing Yuan Gong, a technique that had long since reached the eighth-grade Grandmaster realm, this powerful force was like a wild horse running wild, causing him to dare not continue practicing the Nine Yang Swallowing Yuan Gong.

It was Lin Feng who, in the desperate situation of life and death in the Divine Mansion, with fearless courage and resolute sacrifice, carved a way out for him, Chen Xin'er, and Chen Yu. The dazzling light of the self-explosion, like the sun piercing the darkness, illuminated their path to survival, but it also deeply wounded Xu Tian's heart, becoming an eternal pain in his heart and a powerful driving force for his continuous progress.

Initially, Xu Tian, ​​relying on his strength, sealed to the level of a seventh-grade top-level Grandmaster by Lin Feng, fought fiercely on the battlefield. He wielded his spear, its tip flashing with a cold light, and each thrust was filled with anger at his enemies and a desire for victory. But facing the powerful and experienced generals of the Xuanling Empire, he often felt powerless, like a lone boat in a raging storm, threatened to be swallowed by the surging waves at any moment.

It wasn't until he began studying the Xuanling secret manual left by Lin Feng that the gears of fate began to turn. It was a journey of cultivation filled with hardships and challenges, each step an arduous one. Countless nights, Xu Tian sat alone in his tent, the dim light flickering, his rapt attention absorbed in studying every word and every illustration in the manual. The text was cryptic, like an ancient incantation, imbued with unfathomable truths of nature; every symbol seemed like a key to a mysterious power, waiting to be discovered and unlocked.