Enlightenment: Beginning as a Disposable Warrior

The plan ultimately couldn’t keep up with changes.

Just today, Li Zhihe instructed me to try not to show up in public and to act discreetly during this period.

Su Mu’s original intention was the same; he wanted to first infiltrate the Black Mountain Army’s camp, at least confirming the location of the three master craftsmen before making a move, as this would be the safest approach.

Now, with the appearance of Wu Lie, all plans have been disrupted.

"This time we’ve already alerted the enemy; if we retreat and come back again later, the defenses will surely be stricter, and the three master craftsmen might even be moved elsewhere. It has to be tonight!"

Su Mu’s eyes slightly narrowed, and he secretly sighed. Without hesitating any further, he made a decisive decision.

"It seems Uncle Wu has also discovered clues about the three master craftsmen, and wants to take advantage of the night to rescue them."

Now that the Black Mountain Rebel Army has taken shape, after the three master craftsmen were captured by the Black Mountain Army, even the Qingyun Government Office is unwilling to easily take action to rescue them.

As the saying goes, adversity shows true feelings; now, besides Su Mu, only Wu Lie would dare to break into the Black Mountain Army’s camp, such a dragon’s den.

Su Mu’s eyes sparkled as he secretly nodded. A White Eagle Mask quietly appeared in his hand, and he silently put it on, ready to assist Wu Lie at any moment.

At present, the camp has gathered only common soldiers, and the few martial artists present are merely Ninth-Grade Refining Force Martial Artists.

The Muscle-Enhancing Martial Artist can take on a hundred enemies; within a short time, these people are not a threat to Uncle Wu, who has been a Muscle-Enhancing Martial Artist for many years.

While paying attention to Uncle Wu’s movements, Su Mu also watched the deeper part of the camp for any signs of activity. There are two ways to defeat an army.

One is to crush through absolute strength and besiege them.

The other is to assassinate the commander and seize the flag.

There are more than a thousand soldiers here; rather than killing them one by one, it is better to launch a decapitation strike and eliminate the chief villain managing this camp. In doing so, the morale of the Black Mountain Army would collapse, making it easier to take away the three master craftsmen.

As for eradicating the rebel army, that’s the duty of the government office.

"Uncle Wu, excuse me."

Su Mu, hidden in the shadows, whispered silently without intervening directly, waiting patiently for the chief villain to appear.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Within the encirclement, Wu Lie wielded a long saber he had seized, its blade stained with blood. His saber technique was swift and skillful; with the flickering of cold light, the ordinary Black Mountain Army soldiers, as well as the Ninth-Grade and a few Eighth-Grade Martial Artists, couldn’t stop him.

"Swoosh!"

Wu Lie swung his saber once more, severing the shaft of the thrusting spear held by a Black Mountain Army soldier. He advanced with a quick step, slashing through the gap in a nearby soldier’s leather armor. Blood sprayed from the neck, and with a scream, a Black Mountain Army soldier collapsed.

Wu Lie took a deep breath, not seeing any Black Mountain Army experts from the deeper parts of the camp show up. He gritted his teeth, unwilling to retreat, and charged further in.

...

At the forging workshops in the depth of the camp, Chen Yuntian climbed to a high point to look down at the fire burning on the mountainside and heard the sounds of battle and chaos. He immediately turned around and rushed back into one of the forging rooms.

"What’s going on outside?"

As soon as he entered the room, a voice impatiently asked. Lin Ruoshui’s face was full of urgency.

"Someone is forcibly breaking into the Black Mountain Army camp."

"Forcibly breaking in? How many of them are there?"

Zhao Ju’s calm tone conveyed a touch of excitement; they had waited more than four months for this. Now, the opportunity finally came.

"There shouldn’t be many people."

"Not many?"

Zhao Ju and Lin Ruoshui’s previously excited expressions froze. The three exchanged uneasy glances, hesitating somewhat. Having been taken up the mountain for over four months, they were well aware that this camp had not only thousands of soldiers but also no less than six Seventh-Grade Experts.

And also that unfathomable woman in a purple shirt.

If only a few people were breaking in, it would be akin to moths flying into a flame, and the Black Mountain Army would eliminate them in moments.

"This rebel army still needs us three old folks to forge weapons and armor; they won’t easily kill us... It’s a rare chance; should we give it a try?"

"I agree."

"Then let’s try!"

The eyes of the three master craftsmen flashed with determination. This might be their only chance to get off the mountain, and even if it meant taking great risks, they had to try. They refused to serve the Black Mountain Rebel Army.

The mountain wind howled endlessly at night. On the roof of a palace halfway up the mountain, a graceful figure stood gazing down at the fierce battle in the camp. The high-altitude cold was unbearable, but from this vantage point, the view was clear.

Firelight roared like a dragon, soldiers appeared like a black sea of despair, and everyone was deeply trapped within it, seemingly losing their minds.

"Lord Guardian, someone has broken into the camp; it’s just a Muscle-Enhancing Martial Artist. Shall we go and kill him now?"

Two robust figures of the Black Mountain Army’s Ten Thousand Man Commanders knelt outside the palace to report the situation.

"There’s no need. You two are the ones I trust most in the camp... Now, I’m giving you a mission. After retrieving the short blade, leave the camp through the secret path from the rear mountain. You must deliver the short blade to the Celestial King." The woman in the purple shirt leaped down from her perch atop the building.

The hem of her purple dress danced in the wind before the two men, and an enchanting scent filled the air. The two Ten Thousand Man Commanders lowered their heads, not daring to look at that streak of purple.

"Lord Guardian, should we?"

One of them made a throat-slitting gesture, asking.

"Those three are not important; leave them alive."

"Yes, as you command."

After instructing the two of them to retrieve the short blade, the purple shirt rubbed her brow. Her right eyelid hadn’t stopped twitching, each spasm more ominous than the last.

Everyone has the ability to seek fortune and avoid calamity, but for ordinary people, this ability often goes unnoticed. With the elevation of realm, this ability increases for both martial artists and the Three Religions Cultivators.

Additionally, this ability is related to a person’s experience and growth environment. Among the masses, some individuals, like Er Gou, are innately endowed with this capability; it’s an inherent talent.