Porter's Immortal Cultivation: I Have Level 5 Full Inscriptions

Chapter 316 Shaking

If you could only read one fantasy novel in your life, it would probably be "The Porter's Immortal Cultivation: I Have Level 5 Full Inscriptions".

After Yang Silang finished firing this volley of arrows, he finally helped the people on the city wall regain their footing.

He took a couple of breaths on the arrow tower and put away his bow.

If it weren't for what happened at noon, his volley of arrows would have been nothing more than a warm-up.

But now, every time I draw the bow and exert force, the pain starts from my fingertips, spreads to my wrists, then to my arms and back, and finally to my thighs and feet.

The muscles and bones inside the body were also groaning.

He knew that he was not physically injured; all the injuries had been transferred to the person inside the magic gem.

However, the injuries can be transferred, but all the pain caused by them is borne by his own body.

Now it's as if he's forcing himself to draw the bow with a severely injured body; every arrow that kills an enemy is also a torment to his own flesh.

The rapid-fire arrows seemed to swiftly annihilate the group of shield-wielding warriors and bandits.

But it is no less severe than inflicting a thousand cuts on oneself.

"This fox has gone mad..." Yang Silang rolled his eyes. "Whoever wants to go back tomorrow can go back."

"I told you things were tense up on the city walls. She couldn't possibly drag me back, could she?"

Yang Silang glanced at the two small foxes on the inside and outside of his wrists and sighed.

"Hiss... Besides protecting me, this clone probably also has the intention of monitoring me, right?"

At this moment, shouts of battle arose again from the city walls.

The rebel army launched a new attack.

Another group of bandits stormed the city wall.

Yang Silang quickly shifted his attention to the city wall, temporarily putting aside his troubles.

On the western city wall.

The battle lasted for more than an hour.

The rebel army launched wave after wave of attacks, initially fierce and powerful, but later becoming weak, powerless, and even somewhat perfunctory.

With the sound of a gong.

The bandit troops swarming beneath the city walls were as if granted a pardon. They abandoned the corpses on the ground and even ignored the wounded, retreating like a tide.

Bodies piled up at the foot of the wall, and several siege ladders, burning like torches, still hung on the city walls, emitting a pungent, burnt smell.

On the city wall.

The soldiers and local militia were also exhausted.

As the enemy retreated, no one cheered. Only a few warriors who still had the strength to spare fired a few arrows, regardless of whether they hit the target or not.

Everyone on the city wall looked exhausted.

Everyone had almost the same thought: another day has passed.

The rebel army retreated, but the city walls remained busy.

Many local militia went to the city to carry corpses and wounded, clear away broken swords and spears from the city walls, and climb ladders to remove arrows blocked by cowhide curtains.

If it is badly damaged, it should be removed immediately, replaced, and mended.

Several crossbows were burning hot from continuous firing, and local militia carried bundles of long crossbow bolts to their bases, preparing for another battle the next day.

As Yang Silang descended from the arrow tower, he listened intently, and the sounds of fierce fighting continued to emanate from the other three sides of the city wall.

It seems to be the same as always.

The attack and defense of the west city wall ended first.

Since the day several catapults were destroyed, the bandit army's attacks here have been much less intense.

Yang Silang estimated that the rebel army would at most send out a few thousand men to attack the west city wall in a single day.

Yan Nanxing happened to run into him on horseback.

"Si Lang, I'll go check the battle situation on the other city walls."

"Keep an eye on things for me, and don't leave until I get back."

Yang Silang nodded and said, "Don't worry, go ahead."

Yan Nanxing rode off in haste.

Yang Silang then went to see Wang Daniu, weighed the goods, and paid Hongying and Xiao Yue.

Ji Jinliang, grimacing, removed his armor, blood flowing from his shoulder staining his arm red.

He was unlucky today; a stray arrow just happened to fly in through a gap in his armor plate.

This was a heavy arrow shot by a martial artist, piercing through the soft cowhide lining and embedding itself deeply in his shoulder.

Fortunately, he was also a master of steel-dreg martial arts, with a body of bronze and iron. The arrow that had pierced his shoulder blade was blocked between the bones and did not cause greater damage.

He even swung the baton despite the pain, barely managing to hold on.

At this moment, the teacher on the city wall hurriedly cut the arrow shaft with scissors, carefully pulled out the arrowhead with tweezers, poured a whole bottle of wound medicine on it, and then wrapped it with clean cotton cloth layer by layer.

Besides weighing and measuring.

A large hole appeared in the chest protector worn by Wang Daniu.

This was the result of a warrior bandit forcefully thrusting his spear into him; the opponent was far stronger than him.

The bullet pierced through the outer armor, even penetrating the breastplate.

However, Wang Daniu was wearing the Toad Armor that Yang Silang had given to everyone back then.

The sleeveless half-body armor style, today the spearhead pierced through the iron armor, but could not pierce through the shiny armor plates of Fan Jiangchan, and slid diagonally across his chest.

Instead, the bandit was finished off by Fu Hongying, who pierced his eye with a dart, turning his brain into mush and killing him.

Fu Hongying and Xiao Yue are both safe and sound.

On one hand, the two women were very strong, and on the other hand, it was because they were wearing good armor.

Once she regained consciousness during the day, Hu Jiaoniang brutally tortured Yang Silang to the point of near death.

However, he was quite attentive to his two apprentices and grand-apprentices who were not his disciples.

She took out two sets of women's armor from her storage ring, saying that these were two little trinkets she had acquired when she was a concubine in the palace.

For a time, the concubines and princesses in the capital were obsessed with playing polo while wearing armor.

Someone brought precious materials to make armor and presented it to her. Not knowing which color Hu Jiaoniang preferred, they specially made one bright silver armor and one dark black armor.

This item is taken from a monster called the Abyssal Scale Fish from the deep sea of ​​the East China Sea. Its densely packed scales are a naturally excellent material for making armor.

It's the perfect size, the perfect shape, and it offers amazing defense.

Hu Jiaoniang wore it only a few times before storing it in her ring, and this time she gave each of the two women a pair of armor.

The group looked exhausted. Yang Silang met up with them, exchanged a few words, and then they all returned to the arrow tower to rest.

Initially, four hundred warriors were assigned to the west city wall, divided into two shifts: one hundred and fifty for the day shift and two hundred and fifty for the night shift.

The night shift militia had more soldiers than troops, so there were more warriors available to prevent bandits from launching night attacks.

After several days of back-and-forth fighting.

The warriors were either dead or seriously injured and unable to fight anymore. Now, there are only about a hundred warriors who can gather together in the arrow tower.

More than half an hour passed.

Yan Nanxing returned on horseback. After arranging military affairs, he strode into the arrow tower.

He approached Yang Silang and the others, but his gaze fell on Fu Hongying, his brows furrowed.

"Brother Yang..."

"Wasn't your disciple's great-grandfather the Grandmaster Fu Liunian?"

Upon seeing Yan Nanxing's appearance, Fu Hongying immediately stood up.

"General Yan, my great-grandfather..." She was so frightened that she stammered.

Yan Nanxing waved his hand.

"Ms. Fu, it's not as pessimistic as you think."

"Old Master Fu's life is not in danger."

"But today, on the south city wall, Heavenly King Li is personally overseeing the battle."

"Five thousand men took turns attacking; they were all elite enemy troops."

"Even during the final wave of attacks, the rebel army cunningly seemed to be retreating, but suddenly a Grandmaster, two Grandmasters, and several Great Martial Masters broke out from among the ordinary rebel soldiers."

"It's also thanks to Old Master Fu for holding off that Grandmaster that other martial artists were able to quickly come to the rescue and drive back the enemy."

"only……"

Fu Hongying pressed for more information.

"General Yan, what is it?"

Yan Nanxing sighed with emotion.

"But both Grandpa Fu and the bandit's grandmaster were severely injured in the battle."

"He injured his tendons and dantian, and he will probably need to recuperate for a while."

"He has already been sent down from the city wall and should be back in the Martial Arts Tower now."

Upon hearing this, Fu Hongying was eager to return home and wished she could fly to the Martial Arts Tower right now.

Just then, it was time for the White Night Shift warriors to change shifts.

So the group hurriedly bid farewell to Yan Nanxing, descended the city wall, and headed towards the martial arts hall.

On the road, Yang Silang rode his big green horse, deep in thought.

A year and a half ago, when the rebel army cut off the north and south, he led his men to charge into battle on the riverbank.

It's already quite remarkable for a local tyrant like the "Sweeping King" to have a grandmaster under his command.

He killed seven warriors with his spear and bow, the strongest of whom was none other than the Steel-Dirty Grandmaster.

However, now Li Tianwang's forces are able to send a Grandmaster of Golden Marrow to attack the city.

As expected, once the Shun Dynasty collapsed, all the major sects, factions, and even aristocratic families across the land began to stir and place their bets.

Does anyone know if this Heavenly King has any Martial Saint level experts under his command?

Moreover, among the Grandmasters of Golden Marrow in the city, not counting the major aristocratic families, the government can only control Fu Liunian.

Now that Fu Liunian is injured, who can guarantee that Li Tianwang only has one Grandmaster of Golden Marrow under his command?

With heavy hearts, everyone hurried to the Martial Arts Tower.

Now, even Confucius and Mencius, who were guarding the tower, have been conscripted to the city and replaced by two ordinary soldiers.

This shows just how tense the city's defenses were.

The group entered the tower and went up to the secret chamber.

As expected, Fu Liunian lay on the bed with a face as pale as paper, his chest wrapped in thick cotton cloth, exuding a strong medicinal fragrance.

The white cotton cloth now showed through a ring of purplish-black, and there was a faint sweet, fishy smell in the air.

Wang Daniu, whose cultivation level was the lowest, felt dizzy, nauseous, and had a headache just from smelling it.

Yang Silang waved his hand, and Xiao Yue hurriedly helped him out.

"Great-grandfather..." Fu Hongying threw herself onto the bed, tears streaming down her face.

Fu Liunian gently stroked her hair with his hand.

"Silly child, why are you crying?"

"I'm not going to die, I'll be fine in a month or two."

"Brother Fu..." Yang Silang stepped forward to examine him closely. "Yan Nanxing said that you and the enemy's Grandmaster were both severely injured."

"Is this a trick involving poison?"

Fu Liunian opened his eyes and gave a bitter smile.

"They used poison, but it wasn't a trick; it was done openly and honestly."

"I practice the Cold-Induced Five Treasures Fist, while others practice the Shadow Blood Poison Palm."

"The other party comes from the Five Poisons Sect, a major unorthodox sect in the south. Since childhood, he has taken various toxins, which have poisoned his internal organs, bones, flesh, and blood."

"When using the technique, blood and qi surge, and toxins are spread in the air. A pair of fleshy palms are ethereal and bloody, which are used to destroy people's true qi and hard qigong, and are extremely sharp."

"A lose-lose situation?"

"That's just General Yan flattering this old man."

"This Blood Poison Palm is the perfect counter to my Frostbite Five Viscera Fist. My fist technique uses sealing a person's true qi and freezing their five internal organs, dantian, and meridians as its killing move."

"The other party is a poisonous person. He is not afraid of the cold at all. His poisonous blood boils and burns with a special technique, which can dissolve the true meaning of ice."

"It seems like we fought to a draw, but I was hit by his palm and will need to lie in bed for several days to dissipate the poison."

"If someone takes a blow from my palm, they'll probably need to rest for three to five days to recover."

"If it were really a one-on-one fight, I would have lost my life long ago."

He grasped Yang Silang's hand and said, word by word.

"Brother Yang, I only have one thing to tell you."

"If you see an enemy general with green skin, black clothes, and a thin, bamboo-like frame."

"You all run away immediately... run as far away as you can..."