Rewrite My Fate to Become the Daoist Ancestor

"Hahaha, is that really what you think..."

"Your courage is commendable!"

"Truly commendable courage!"

Hua Xiong laughed wildly.

"No matter how strong Lü Bu is, he is still human."

Guan Yu couldn’t watch anymore and snorted coldly.

"Human? You don’t know Lü Bu’s strength at all!" Hua Xiong couldn’t stop laughing.

Guan Yu snorted coldly, "A defeated general, how dare you bark here."

Hua Xiong stopped laughing, stared at Guan Yu, and said word by word, "Lü Bu is not human, he is a ghost god."

"You—are—not—worthy—"

As these words came out, Guan Yu’s eyes squinted slightly, and suddenly a murderous aura spread throughout the camp.

"Not convinced? Big Beard, you and I are evenly matched in a face-to-face duel, if you have the guts, release my limitations, and let’s have a real fight!" Hua Xiong looked directly at Guan Yu, unafraid.

Because he spoke the truth, he followed Lord Dong for years, fighting battles extensively, having killed countless enemies, his strength reaching its peak. This Big Beard has great talent, but he is also a "first-class martial general with vigorous Qi breaking body", as long as he withstands the first three strikes, it’s difficult to decide the victor within hundreds of rounds.

With this kind of strength, Yang Jin says Guan Yu can match Lü Bu? And that black-faced man can contend with Lü Bu?

What a joke.

Go back and collect your corpse.

"Fine, let’s go for a duel outside."

Guan Yu lifted Hua Xiong and said calmly.

"Alright, alright, Second Brother, calm down, Hua Xiong is heavily injured right now, victory is unjust. Hua Xiong, say less." Yang Jin saw Guan Yu’s expression as if he might chop Hua Xiong any moment, quickly stepped in to mediate.

"Second Brother, stop." Liu Bei also shouted from the side.

Guan Yu frowned, having witnessed Yang Jin’s foresight and strategy over the past days, knowing him to be capable, respected Yang Jin inwardly, and released Hua Xiong: "Consider yourself lucky."

Hua Xiong sneered disdainfully, turned to Yang Jin, and said seriously:

"Back then, I casually saved your life, didn’t expect to reclaim my rotten life in return. I’ll give you one piece of advice, leave the Eighteen Lords now while you can."

Yang Jin looked at Hua Xiong, if not for recognizing him in his mind, he wouldn’t have asked Guan Yu to spare him. The Xiliang warrior historically killed by Guan Yu with one strike is also a living person with flesh and blood.

Similarly, puzzlement arose in Yang Jin’s heart as he straightforwardly asked Hua Xiong:

"Is Lü Bu really that strong?"

"You encounter him... surely die." Hua Xiong glanced around the small camp, with two first-class generals, one second-class general, all once rarely seen masters.

But there’s always a higher mountain.

Yang Jin frowned and asked, "Even if Second Brother and Third Brother together can’t defeat Lü Bu, but wouldn’t the million soldiers under the Eighteen Lords and the generals under esteemed heroes make it an impossibility?"

He didn’t believe Lü Bu could fend off the alliance of heroes. The Yang family’s generations of wisdom told him that no matter how strong a general, they are ultimately flesh and blood, breaking through a thousand armies alone is the limit, while the way to command troops is the fundamental way to victory.

To counter extraordinary beings like "Great Demons", Military School devised a method to gather masses against the minority, commonly pressing with numerical superiority, which is why the Celestial Dynasty can reign supreme.

Elite forces such as White Horse Righteous Followers, Xian Deng Death Warriors, Tiger and Leopard Cavalry, and Xianzhen Camp can often determine the outcome of battles.

Besides, the hidden talents within Eighteen Lords, weren’t the once invincible "Yellow Turban Warriors" eventually unraveled by masters?

"Believe it or not." Hua Xiong said, directly closed his eyes pretending to nap.

"Just full of hot air." Zhang Fei scoffed.

"Third Brother, say less." Liu Bei stepped forward, placing a hand on Zhang Fei’s shoulder.

He glanced at Hua Xiong, born on the border, witnessed the alien race disaster, deeply respects those who resisted the grassland aliens in early years, naturally unwilling to insult this man.

Guan Yu and Zhang Fei saw their elder brother and the new military advisor favoring Hua Xiong, their expressions discontented, feeling neglected, snorted lightly.

Yang Jin, helpless, could only look towards the silent white-robed young general at the camp entrance, "Zilong, what do you think?"

Zhao Yun’s strength was the strongest present.

Having been with Guan Yu and Zhang Fei for so long, neither could gauge Zhao Yun’s strength. It seems, martial artists known as "first-class military generals" differ greatly in prowess.

Zhao Yun regained his focus, cupped fists and said: "Military advisor, I was taken as a disciple by a master in my youth, trained on the mountain and mastered skills, counting those who can spar against me in the world is few. As I descended, my master specifically warned, only one person I cannot contend against."

"Oh?"

The still sulking Guan Yu and Zhang Fei simultaneously turned towards the white-robed young general who spoke bravely at the camp entrance,

Guan Yu found a Spring and Autumn Annals, practicing the Divine Intent Saber Technique, regarded worldly martial artists as insignificant. Yet facing "first-class generals", if he can’t eliminate them in three strikes, he might fight hundreds of rounds. He humbly claims top "three".

While this white-robed young general, younger and more arrogant.

"Few can spar against me" said with more arrogance, means "few are worthy to spar with me".

"Only one I cannot contend against" clearly states being "the world’s second martial general".

A master out there?

Originally just lying there, Hua Xiong also opened his eyes and looked at Zhao Yun.

Facing the eyes of many people, Zhao Yun neither arrogant nor humble continued: "That person is Lü Bu, master said, facing him surely die, he alone is a Martial Arts Seventh Realm, cannot be judged by common sense."

"The legendary unattained Seventh Realm of Martial Arts?"

Yang Jin also inquired about this world’s number one martial general, but there was too little information, "So, Lü Bu’s feat of breaking through the army with three arrows is true?"

"That year, I was on the scene, standing like a lackey." Hua Xiong murmured.

"The golden glow streaked across the sky like a meteor, thick clouds split apart by a sharp sword, accompanied by a thunderous roar that shook the heavens and earth."

"Thirty li away, that king dominating the grassland was mercilessly pinned to the ground, his blood stained the earth crimson, the king’s banner collapsed with a thunderous crash, and amidst the alien race army, there was a deathly silence, no one dared to make a sound, all stood rooted in fear."

"The next day, the alien race army retreated, and we won easily without losing a single soldier."

Hua Xiong’s eyes flashed with a strange light, gesturing animatedly, as he recounted the thrilling scene he witnessed, while the rest was pieced together from the alien race’s memories.

"Take my advice, go home and farm while you still can."

One arrow shot thirty li?! What mythical version of archery through the gate?!

Yang Jin looked serious.

"I don’t believe it, you pretty boy, let’s duel one-on-one."

Zhang Fei insisted on pulling Zhao Yun out to fight.

Zhao Yun did not hide his strength.

In half an hour, Zhang Fei lost ten battles in a row, his face even darker than before.

And watching nearby, Guan Yu’s expression was solemn.

Yang Jin suddenly felt that relying solely on the dream team of Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, and Zhao Yun to take on Lü Bu might not be secure.

Hmm, let the Eighteen Lords go ahead against Lü Bu.

...

The soldiers under the command of the Eighteen Lords were ready to make a final charge to break through Hulao Pass.

In the tent, the great lords raised their wine cups high, the atmosphere harmonious. During the banquet, Cao Cao continuously toasted Guan Yu, becoming more satisfied with him.

"Report."

At this moment, a messenger soldier, with a panicked expression, rushed into the tent, knelt down, and reported in a trembling voice, "A young general suddenly charged out from Dong Thief’s army...our forces were defeated."

"What?"

The Eighteen Lords all stood up and exited the tent, looking towards the battlefield from a vantage point, the allied soldiers in disarray, few generals daring to confront a young general.

On Yang Jin’s left stood Hua Xiong, whose facial features were obscured by a helmet, and on the right Zhao Yun; the three followed closely behind Liu Bei, observing the battle from a high platform.

Yang Jin secretly activated his "spiritual power," directing his gaze towards the battleground ablaze with war flames.

A young man, about fifteen years old, dignified in appearance, wearing a three-pronged purple gold crown, draped in a Sichuan red brocade hundred flower robe, clad in beast-faced swallowing head linked armor, cinched with a lion-man belt with armor; with a bow and arrows at his side, holding a painted halberd, and riding a Chesnut Horse.

Like a fierce tiger descending the mountain, unstoppable.

The young man displayed no remarkable aura, yet with the aid of "spiritual power," Yang Jin could see everything clearly.

Several second-class generals roared, their anger blazing, like enraged lions, pouncing towards the young man.

But with a mere flick of his halberd, the young man dispatched those generals like a gust sweeping away dry leaves, falling to the ground, dead, no different from nameless soldiers.

Witnessing this scene, the Eighteen Lords were all astonished and dismayed.

The ones falling to that young general’s hand were their second-class generals! Each was a renowned expert! Even first-class generals wouldn’t dare face a group of them united!

Now, they were killed casually with one swing of the young general’s halberd.

The first-class generals behind the Eighteen Lords all had grave expressions.

Indeed, they could sense no imposing aura from the young man.

If not for those second-class generals charging and dying conspicuously, anyone would think there was some kind of "fake fighting" going on.

Some sharp-eyed individuals noticed that when the young general swung the Sky-piercing Halberd, the surrounding air seemed to solidify, with all power restrained yet not leaked.

This skill made people even more fearful.

"Could that young man be... Lü Bu?!" Yang Jin looked at the young man’s attire and BMW Red Hare, which matched everything except the age, and asked Hua Xiong, who was beside him, in a low voice, feeling uncertain.

Hua Xiong looked at the "Young Lü Bu," his gaze complex, and he slowly spoke, his voice grave and serious:

"I suppose so."

What does ’I suppose so’ mean?

Before Yang Jin could further question Hua Xiong in detail.

"Not good!"

"That person is coming towards us!!"

As the Eighteen Lords were watching the battle, a chill surged through their hearts, and they shouted loudly.

They saw the "young general" rampaging through the army, unstoppable, carving a bloody path through the crowd, and then heading straight for the tent.

At once, those chilling eyes drew near.

The tent was immediately thrown into chaos.

"My lord, do not panic!"

A military general picked up a large saber, going out to face the "young general."

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