Enlightenment: Beginning as a Disposable Warrior

The mountain wind moaned, suddenly bringing silence to the encampment.

Just as the person who had intruded into the camp was about to be slain by the Thousand Man Commander, the Black Mountain Army soldiers hadn’t had a chance to cheer before an astonishing reversal played out on the field.

The Seventh-Grade Yijin Martial Cultivation invader had little power to withstand the Thousand Man Commander’s assault, yet, this powerful commander was suddenly overtaken by a mysterious figure on the field, bearing the Red Flame Long Spear, with a White Eagle Mask on his head, offering little resistance.

He was skewered directly to death by this mysterious figure.

"Thousand Man Commander Zhao is dead... just dead like that?"

Many of the Black Mountain Army soldiers couldn’t help but rub their eyes, thinking the scene before them was an illusion.

Breathing heavily after surviving the ambush, Wu Lie’s gaze fell upon the corpse of the bandit who had nearly killed him in a few strikes, his pupils contracting and trembling.

He was overwhelmed with joy but also disbelief; he hadn’t died after all, and he was not the only one who had dared to venture into the Black Mountain Army, this den of tigers and dragons, tonight.

However, after a brief moment of ecstasy, Wu Lie felt a shuddering horror; he was uncertain whether this figure was friend or foe, as they had slain a Seventh-Grade powerhouse with a single strike, their strength undeniably formidable.

"Thank you very much for your assistance!"

While Wu Lie bowed and thanked, his arms trembled, uncertain whether it was due to the earlier fight or a fear.

The sudden twist made several Thousand Man Commanders close to the purple-robed woman from the Black Mountain Army appear visibly moved, deeply wary of the mysterious figure who had emerged.

Su Mu’s gaze fell beneath the waning moon, drawn to the crowd encircling the purple-robed woman at the center, flanked by several Seventh-Grade Black Mountain Army commanders.

"Chief Black Mountain Protector, the Purple Robe Snake King!"

Though Su Mu had never seen the purple robe before, someone of such status in the Black Mountain Army with the cultivation level of a Sixth-Grade Martial Artist could only be the notorious leader among the Four Protectors.

While Su Mu was sizing up the Purple Robe, the woman furrowed her brows, sizing up Su Mu as well. Upon seeing Su Mu, her eyelids twitched faster, confirming her intuition was accurate, tonight would undoubtedly be a fierce battle.

"Who are you, noble sir? Why have you visited in the dead of night and harmed our Black Mountain Army soldiers without cause?"

Faced with the purple robe’s inquiry.

Su Mu’s wrist shook, wielding the gun with a single arm. Instantly, the corpse of the Thousand Man Commander on the Red Flame Spear shattered into pieces, scattering like countless blades, causing the Black Mountain Army soldiers to subconsciously retreat.

Yet, those in the front rows couldn’t escape in time and suffered, their cries filling the air, as fragments of the corpse crushed their chests, leaving flesh and bone exposed, a slew of soldiers collapsing.

"I am Sun Li, Envoy of Taiping Dao. Gongsun Xin was one of the thirty-six Marshals of Taiping Dao and Zhang Renshuai’s adopted son. Today, I am here to take an eye for an eye, a life for a life due to Gongsun Sect Leader’s death at the hands of you Black Mountain Army."

"One Sixth-Grade, eight Seventh-Grades... After tonight, your Black Mountain Army owes me two lives from Taiping Dao." As Su Mu spoke, he glanced at the people on the steps, "As for the death of other disciples, I will overlook it due to your Black Mountain Army’s Celestial King."

At this juncture, Su Mu’s lowered voice emitted a grim chill.

"Whoever dares to cross these corpse fragments... dies!"

Su Mu’s statement was naturally to conceal his identity, preventing exposure of his true rescue intentions, lest the opposing force use the lives of the three masters as leverage.

As the saying goes, three parts of a lie are hardest to discern because the remaining seven parts are true, and when the truth is mixed with lies, it becomes easiest to confuse the audience.

Gongsun Xin’s identity was true, one Sixth-Grade and eight Seventh-Grades also true, because that night Su Mu himself slaughtered this many, ensuring he wouldn’t mistake it.

Simultaneously, dividing by corpse was mere trickery, only by posturing could Su Mu convince others that he was indeed the Taiping Dao Envoy, intimidating them enough to protect Uncle Wu.

What happens after tonight is none of Su Mu’s concern; should the Black Mountain Army pursue revenge on Taiping Dao, it would be mere dogs biting dogs, better for him.

"Gongsun Xin was Zhang Renshuai’s adopted son... Taiping Dao Envoy?"

Just as expected, upon hearing this, even within the crowd encircling the purple robe, her eyelids twitched once more, her expression shifting. Taiping Dao, even within the Great Yan Dynasty, was considered a behemoth.

Gongsun Xin’s background was undoubtedly complex, unexpected to have this layer of identity as an adopted son of a Marshal.

And the fact that the opponent could easily disclose the top-tier battle force of the Black Mountain Forest Camp made the purple robe skeptical.

She, the purple robe as Sixth-Grade, with six Thousand Man Commanders around her, and counting the two Ten Thousand Man Commanders who left earlier, precisely matched the opponent’s words of one Sixth-Grade, eight Seventh-Grades; everything aligned.

Clearly, the opponent came prepared.

Moreover, the purple robe noticed that Su Mu wielded a Sumeru Ring similar to the one Gongsun Xin possessed; even she didn’t own such a precious item, and within the entire Black Mountain Army, only the Celestial King possessed one, brought back from the Cannibal Cave.

Meanwhile, she observed that Su Mu’s long spear bore three Artifact Patterns, noting there were no Blacksmiths capable of forging Seventh-Grade Treasure Artifacts in the Qingyun Three Counties; the closest item in the Forging Workshop was a blade, not a spear.

The purple robe also considered whether this person was Li Feiyu in disguise, but rumors said that guy had ’Unparalleled Boxing and Stick Skills,’ the current person’s weapon and physique didn’t match.

At that moment, the purple robe’s heart believed five parts, while remaining skeptical of Su Mu’s Martial Arts Realm, sensing no Sixth-Grade Martial Artist aura from him, yet witnessing his use of Attribute Power.