Chapter 390: My Name Is Li Mu

Balls of fire were dancing in the wind outside the camp of the Glory Army.

The crimson flames were flying like butterflies, as though to congratulate the attention-grabbing wedding in the Northern Song. The flames added a different kind of beauty to that place. In particular, the peculiar firelight was dazzling. It danced in the void in silence, like the deadly but inviting flowers in heaven.

“That’s… Whoa, how amazing the fireworks are!” exclaimed Du Lvji, the Dominating Spear, Head of the Iron Spear Sect.

Many experts of the Jianghu factions looked intoxicated as well.

“Are the beautiful fireworks specially prepared for Lord Jin’s wedding?”

Only Xuan Chengzi from Mount Qingcheng, Chief Head of the Heavenly 36 Waterside Citadels, and a few others looked astounded and fearful, as if they had detected something unusual.

Soon, to everyone’s surprise, as the wind continued blowing, the balls of crimson fire multiplied rapidly, which quickly became enough to start a prairie fire. Up in the void, they blazed eerily, then, they spread to the heart of the camp of the.

Next, a shocking scene occurred.

At the gate of the camp, a troop of armor-clad soldiers from the Glory Army was caught on fire the moment they came in contact with the sweeping crimson fire. In a trice, the scores of men were ablaze like dozens of torches. They had no time to let out a shriek before they were burnt to ashes. In a few seconds, their bodies, armors, and the weapons in their hands turned into the intoxicating crimson fire, and soon disappeared in the wind.

“We’ve been attacked!”

By that point, most of the experts from the Jianghu factions finally realized what was happening.

A leading general bawled, “Vigilance…”

Military drums started beating.

The Glory Army was indeed the strongest army among the forces the eight rebellious Lords had, for the rest of the soldiers got ready for the fight at once.

Under the order of an official in the Natural Realm, the soldiers clad in khaki armors swiftly lunged forward. Those were experts who were able to produce internal qi. They rapidly filled their armors with their internal qi and activated the tactical deployment, for each of their armors was engraved with star deployment patterns. Two rows of soldiers hoisting Heavenly Water Shields dashed to the front to block the weird crimson fire. A defensive deployment was established in no time.

As the star deployment patterns gleamed on those shields, the surface of the shields began to ripple, and the sound of rising tides was heard. Twenty massive shields fitted together perfectly, generating a large protective cover which dammed the spreading fire up as if a huge wave.

“Bravo!”

“They are sure the elites of war!”

“Selected troops!”

At that moment, numerous knowledgeable guests at the VIP tables voiced their heartfelt excitement.

Even those who knew little about military stuff could tell that the Glory Army was formidable.

Although they had heard long ago that Lord Jin’s Glory Army was among the best forces in the empire, one look at the army outstrips a thousand words. If the other soldiers in the Glory Army were as well-trained as those in that troop, who else could defeat that army? Perhaps the throne of the Northern Song would fall in the hands of no one but Lord Jin.

Lord Jin also smiled proudly.

Yeah, the army was the source of his valiancy.

The all-conquering army was under his control.

However, before the round of acclamation faded, a jet of indistinct opaque broadsword light abruptly emerged a distance away from the military camp, and then, disappeared in a flash. The huge defensive cover formed by the 20 star-patterned shields was instantly cleaved in half from the middle, as if it was made of paper. The soldiers heaving the shields were cut in half as well…

With the burst of a bubble, the so-called magic water deployment vanished as the opaque broadsword light shed on it.

Flames rose again.

The armors, soldiers, shields, and tactical deployment were all on fire…

Everything was burnt down in the dancing crimson flames and disappeared.

After that one strike of the opaque broadsword, a 20-meter-wide opening emerged at the edge of the defensive deployment forged by more than 10,000 solders.

It was not until that moment that the crowd realized the flames were no splendid fireworks but… lethal broadsword light!

A short way away from the opening came a short-haired juvenile in white.

He was strolling. As if distorted by the scorching sunlight, his form appeared to be clear at one time and fuzzy the other. What was odd was that no one could see his face clearly.

And every time the figure turned from fuzzy to clear, he crossed 1,000 feet.

In the blink of an eye, when the exultation had not fully ebbed in the guests’ eyes, the short-haired juvenile in white already stepped into the opening of the formation the Glory Army assumed. Then, without stopping, he barged in at full speed.

Clang! Clatter! Clang!

The swords and broadswords were unsheathed.

The armor-clad soldiers of the Glory Army sped toward the teenager from opposite sides, which looked like a forest of weapons was moving toward the boy.

In a distance, as an officer gave the order, the strings of the bows vibrated like thunderclaps.

From the rear of the army, the black arrows of the specially-made Star-demolishing Bow zoomed through the air like a swarm of locusts. They ruthlessly and accurately bore down upon that short-haired juvenile in white. Star patterns were glinting on the triangle arrowhead, which was powerful enough to shatter the protective qi conjured by an expert at the top level of the Natural Realm.

At that sight, all the experts from the Jianghu started to shake in their boots.

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Nonetheless, the young man in white took no action. As he ambled through the forest of weapons, the opaque broadsword light flashed around him. Once the arrows shot by the Star-demolishing Bow came near him within 10 meters, they were burnt in the glamorous flames and dissolved in the air.

“Those lame chickens can’t stop me!”

The young man in white remarked, his eyes exuding absolute confidence.

His face was handsome and full of vigor. His eyes were large and sparkling. His pupils were uniquely enigmatic, which were glittering like stars and deep as a bottomless abyss. Certainly, no one could see through his bright eyes.

And he just addressed the Glory Army constituted by 200,000 selected elites in the Northern Song as lame chickens!

Even though, his demeanor, his looks, his tone, his bearing, and every bit of his aura were telling the others that he was not bluffing, convincing them that the 200,000 soldiers in the Glory Army really could not withstand his one strike.

“Who is this teenager?”

The eyes of Huang Youlong, the Enigmatic Divine Dragon, Chief Head of the Heavenly 36 Waterside Citadels, suddenly sprang open, feverish light flickering in his pupils.

Xuan Chengzi abruptly jumped to his feet, frowning.

Heads of the Iron Spear Sect, the Landscape Gang, the First-rate Hall, the Wind and Thunder Hall, the Heaven Heart Chamber, and the other important factions all strived to suppress their astonishment. Each of them was trying to recall whether they had heard about such a figure within the Northern Song. As they found they had no clues, they could not help wondering who on earth the short-haired young man in white was.

Lord Jin, that was Zhao Chen, looked rather cold and somber.

With a wave of his hand, he ordered the army to retreat a bit and stop attacking.

Because he already registered how dreadful the strength of that short-haired teenager in white was. The body was at least at the top level of the Celestial Being Realm. Such a supreme expert standing at the peak of the martial arts cultivation had no longer been bound by the secular rules, and an army in the mundane world could no longer be his match, regardless of how many elites were in the troops.

The short-haired teenager in white, however, did not pay any attention to the lord.

Instead, his eyes were set on Wang Shiyu, Countess Huanzhu, who was wearing a gold crown and a scarlet wedding dress, looking like a detached goddess. After careful observation, the boy sniggered. “Hahaha, it’s been only one year since we last met. But now, you are getting married? Haha, like the song goes, ‘who peeked at the letter I wrote to you, who wear your hair in a bun, who made your wedding dress…’ Tut, tut, tut, whose bride this is? How could she be so beautiful?”

Wang Shiyu laughed, too.

For the first time, a smile appeared on the detached, gorgeous face of the number one beauty in the Northern Song since she stepped onto the aisle.

That smile instantly made people feel the arrival of a blooming spring after a bleak winter.

Everyone’s eyes lit up, as though the sky and the earth were outshone by that smile.

Wang Shiyu took no notice of the others.

She only had eyes for that familiar face.

Having heard the words of that young man, she knew her old deskmate was greeting her, joking around to make her laugh.

“It’s really him!”

“He is truly here!”

At that moment, Wang Shiyu breathed a deep sigh of relief.

The instant she sighted that familiar face, all the stress, the uncertainty, the trepidation she had tried to bury in the depths of her heart since she landed on that planet without knowing how were thoroughly released.

When she first arrived in that world, she had tried to figure out how she came there.

Later, she reckoned there was probably something odd in that meditation room in Randeng Temple, perhaps the tactical deployment as in the lore. But she still had no idea why it was she who had been transported to that world until she heard people talking about Li Mu and those poems… The smart girl quickly came to realize that Li Mu was not an ordinary man. She figured out that Li Mu probably had something to do with the reason why she came to that planet.

“Are you singing Deskmate? Dude, if you were a bit late, I would really become somebody else’s wife.” Wang Shiyu flung the loose-fitting sleeves, as though she was cross with him.

She had never acted spoilt in front of anyone before.

The eyes of many of the guests sparkled at the sight, and their heartbeat quickened involuntarily.

The number one beauty in the Northern Song was so enchanting that her mere smile could hold numerous men mesmerized.

“Don’t you prefer clamor? How clamorous this is!” The young man in white laughed. He grimaced at Wang Shiyu, then, stroked his chin and remarked, “Haha, believe it or not, my old deskmate keeping long hair and dressing like this does look like a fairy maiden.”

“Da*n your fairy maiden! Some vicious women here have put me through hell! Quick, help me! Back me up! Let me vent my wrath.” Beaming, Wang Shiyu wagged her fair, small fists, as though during a demonstration against evil.

By far, it did not take a smart head to know that the boy and the girl were flirting.

They obviously had known each other for a long time.

The reason why the young man had burst into the camp was very clear.

Lord Jin’s darkened face looked ghastly.

He furtively made a gesture. In a trice, all the powerful experts from the assorted fractions at the guest tables leaped to their feet, and guarded the entire main podium from all sides while surrounded Li Mu from a distance.

“Today, I can’t let the boy in white get out of here alive, no matter what.”

“Otherwise, I, Zhao Chen, would be the laughingstock of all the people in the world, wouldn’t I?”

Huang Youlong, Chief Head of the Heavenly 36 Waterside Citadels, appeared beside Lord Jin.

The dominating waterside bandit who claimed to be the top expert among the forces siding with Lord Jin slightly released his aura. The pressure of a Semi-Sage came out, displaying the air and the majesty of the Sage Realm. Those martial arts practitioners in his vicinity were all terrified.

Huang Youlong nodded at Lord Jin. Then, he wheeled around, looked out into the field, and drawled, “Young man, this is not where you should come. You’ve killed and injured the soldiers of the Glory Army, and disrupted the wedding of His Highness. As you’ve stirred up such trouble, even your master can’t save you. Now, report the name of your master.”

The young man in white gave a tiny smile that showed his shining teeth. “Want to fish information about my background? Humph, I’ll go straight with you! I have no master! But the thing is, I’m afraid you will be scared out of wits once you hear my name.”

Huang Youlong laughed haughtily and said in condescension, “The one that could scare me in the Northern Song has not been born yet. Just spit it out!”

The young man said, “My name is Li Mu.”

At that, Huang Youlong, the Enigmatic Divine Dragon, laughed off-handedly. But then, it rang a bell. He suddenly froze on the spot, his eyes riveted on the teenager in white. A moment later, as if what the name represented suddenly occurred to him, his expression altered, the corner of his lips twitched, and his face turned rather embarrassed in no time.