High Martial: I Can Copy All Root Bones!

At this moment, the Jiangnan North Army was not the only presence in Cyan Willow Town.

There were also large numbers of ordinary civilians in the rear, helping to craft military equipment.

Some of these civilians had come voluntarily from the heartlands to defend their homes.

Others were survivors of the Daliang Army’s massacres in the cities it had conquered. Most of these people harbored a deep-seated, blood-soaked hatred for the Daliang Martial Arts Army, and they worked with extreme diligence and dedication.

As a result, the rear of Cyan Willow Town was bustling with people, and soldiers would weave through the crowds from time to time to collect the finished equipment.

The equipment consisted mainly of crossbow arrows, two to three fingers thick, for Blood Forging Realm Martial Artists to use.

Some time ago, Mansion Master Hong Ying had forcibly conscripted one hundred thousand Blood Forging Realm Martial Artists from all over Jiangnan Prefecture.

Currently, the Jiangnan North Army had a large number of Blood Forging Realm soldiers armed with reinforced crossbow arrows, and they had become an indispensable and vital force.

Conditions in the rear were harsh, and there was no guarantee that the stronghold of Cyan Willow Town wouldn’t be captured in the next battle. Consequently, many civilians simply pitched tents and lived on-site to provide logistical support for the Northern Army.

Jiangnan Prefecture was wealthy, so food was not an issue. With a single order from Mansion Master Hong Ying, countless provisions were transported from cities in all directions to supply the Martial Arts Army on the front lines.

On the other hand, the Daliang had only occupied a few cities. Furthermore, they went on killing sprees as soon as they captured a city, so as the war dragged on, their supply of materials was gradually becoming scarce.

However, by virtue of having more powerful Martial Arts experts overall, the Daliang Army still held a firm advantage over Jiangnan Prefecture.

Lu Changfeng observed Cyan Willow Town from the outside for a long time.

According to public information, the Jiangnan North Army had at least several Rebirth Realm experts.

The Lan Family Ancestor, who had once defeated Xuansha, as well as the Supreme Elders of the Ape Sect and the Divine Dream Sect, were all formidable individuals not to be trifled with.

Although the Annihilation Value on both Clone Yang Jingtian and Lu Changfeng himself was nothing to scoff at,

Lu Changfeng still wanted to avoid conflict as much as possible. He only wanted to take the three Hua Family brothers away as discreetly as he could.

Currently, it was not the best time for the Saint Demon Sect to go to war with Jiangnan Prefecture.

The opportune moment would be after Daliang and Jiangnan Prefecture had worn each other down for a while longer, and after Lu Changfeng had dealt with the Imperial Court.

Therefore, Lu Changfeng decided to take a softer approach: he would disguise himself and infiltrate the town.

The prison was located inside Cyan Willow Town.

Lu Changfeng activated Disguise and Transformation, changing his appearance to bear some resemblance to Yang Jingtian.

As for Yang Jingtian, he just had to take off his mask. He was an old antique from several eras past; besides the Demon Sects within the Saint Demon Sect that possessed ancient records, no one should recognize his face.

Lu Changfeng changed both himself and his Clone into a set of ordinary clothes, intending to blend into Cyan Willow Town.

Just as they reached the gate, they were stopped by a squad of soldiers.

"Who are you? State your business!"

Through his Clone’s Spirit Body sense, Lu Changfeng immediately perceived the Realms of the three men. The captain was actually at the Middle Grade of Tendon Transformation.

’As expected of a Martial Arts Army. Martial Arts experts are everywhere in its ranks.’

"We two brothers have come from afar to enlist in the army," Lu Changfeng said, using his prepared excuse.

"Oh? What are your Cultivation Realms?"

Hearing that they had come to enlist voluntarily, the captain’s expression softened slightly.

"We are both at the Tendon Transformation Peak." Lu Changfeng reported a level that was neither too high nor too low.

If he reported a level that was too high, he might come into contact with Rebirth Realm Martial Artists, which would expose his Heroic Root Bone.

If he reported one that was too low, he might not even get a chance to get close to the Celestial Prison.

"You, take these two to register," the captain ordered, sending one of the soldiers.

Lu Changfeng offered his thanks and followed the soldier through the town gate.

Not far past the gate was a registration point.

The soldier led Lu Changfeng to the registration point and then took his leave.

In front of the registration point was a Martial Artist dressed as a Civil Servant. Lu Changfeng used his Clone’s Spiritual Technique to sense him and found that he was at the Low-Grade of the Tendon Transformation Realm.

In the current Martial Arts Army, Blood Forging Realm Martial Artists could wield reinforced crossbows and use their numbers to overwhelm opponents, influencing the tide of battle.

The Bone Refining Realm and Rebirth Realm were crucial for clashes on the high-level battlefield.

As for the Tendon Transformation Realm Martial Artists, whose numbers were neither too large nor too small, most of them served as mid-level officers in the army or as key personnel in these special posts.

"Name, place of origin, personal strength, and affiliated faction. If you don’t have one, write ’none’."

The person at the registration point handed over two sheets of paper.

Lu Changfeng had to go through the considerable mental effort of multitasking, controlling his main body and his Clone to fill out the forms simultaneously.

The identities were, of course, fabricated:

Two brothers from a city in the northern part of Jiangnan Prefecture. The elder brother was Lu Jia (Lu Changfeng), and the younger was Lu Yi (the Clone). They had no sect or faction, ran their own Martial Arts Hall, and were both at the Tendon Transformation Peak in terms of strength.

They had heard that the Daliang Alien Race was slaughtering the people of Jiangnan on the front lines, and, moved by this news, they had come indignantly to join the army and kill the alien invaders.

Their only request was that the two brothers be allowed to stay together on the battlefield.

"Both at the Tendon Transformation Peak? Exchange a palm strike with me and let’s see!"

Lu Changfeng’s interface showed that this man had a basic Palm Technique Talent.

Without being polite, he immediately controlled his main body and his Clone to each exchange a palm strike with the man.

Even though Lu Changfeng held back his strength considerably, the man’s face still turned pale with shock. "Not bad. You really are at the Tendon Transformation Peak!"

"Two brothers who want to serve in the same place..."

"Let me see where we’re short-staffed."

"Aha!"

"Our Jiangnan North Army’s Thirteenth Crossbow Corps is short two Deputy Captains. Would you two be willing to take the positions?"

Lu Changfeng frowned slightly. "The Thirteenth Crossbow Corps? May I ask what kind of department that is? This is our first time joining the army, so we aren’t familiar with military affairs. Please forgive our ignorance!"