Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

Chapter 62 Heavy Sword, Guarding the Heart

Qin Yong thought Zheng Qian was dead and cried very sadly.

He Zuowen was overcome with grief and immediately composed a poem for Zheng Qian.

"The heroes are gone, but their heroic deeds live on. The history of the city defense battle will be remembered for eternity, and their heroic souls will live on forever."

Jin Jindao's eyes also dimmed. How could such an outstanding young man have died?

"I, Jin Jindao, am also very sad."

Damn, you only realize how little you know when you need it most!

He Yanqiang recovered from his suffocation and said, "Cough cough, Chief, why are you crying?"

Qin Yong kicked He Yanqiang to the ground, cursing as he did so.

"What are you crying for? You have the nerve to ask me why I'm crying? Damn it, why didn't you protect my brother? Huh? What did you promise me when you were sent here? Huh? What did you promise me?"

"Ouch, stop hitting me, Chief, stop hitting me!"

"You still dare to yell 'Don't hit me,' I'll kick you to death."

"Chief Inspector Zheng, he..."

"You son of a bitch, Jin Jindao, you dare kick me? I'll fight you to the death!"

He Yanqiang and Jin Jindao got into a fight, and Qin Yong became anxious.

"Jin Jindao, you dare to hit my brother? I'll show you what I'm made of."

The three of them were fighting, while He Zuowen stood with his hands behind his back and sighed to the sky.

"The heavens are jealous of talent, the heavens are jealous of talent!"

Two minutes later, the three of them separated, their faces bruised and swollen.

They didn't really fight, but every punch landed hard and hurt a lot.

"Supervisor, Inspector Zheng said he's going into seclusion because the Red Turban Army is attacking and calling for him."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"You're choking me, I can't say anything."

"Blame me?"

"No, it's because my throat is small."

The burly He Yanqiang had no choice but to back down; a higher-ranking official could crush you.

"What exactly happened? How did the north gate city wall collapse?"

In response to Qin Yong's questioning, He Yanqiang immediately recounted the course of the war.

"Tens of thousands of Red Turban soldiers launched an attack and brought in catapults. The third shot blasted down the city wall, completely opening a breach to enter the city."

"Do you know? I was in despair at the time, but Lvchang City is my home. As long as the city stands, I will live; if the city falls, I will die..."

Qin Yong slapped him and scolded, "Stop talking nonsense, talk about my brother."

He Yanqiang's face fell. "The magistrate is here. Can I show my loyalty?" He continued, "Then let me go on to talk about Zheng Qian's battles."

"Just when everyone was in despair, Zheng Qian held the breach with his sword alone. Everyone thought that Zheng Qian was just struggling in his death throes, unwilling to let the city fall. But they were all wrong. Zheng Qian was like a tireless machine, killing non-stop. The corpses piled up higher and higher until he had nowhere to stand and he simply fought his way out."

Neither battalion commanders nor lieutenants, nor centurions or sergeants, could withstand a single blow from his sword. He only returned after chasing and killing tens of thousands of Red Turban soldiers, and destroying their siege equipment right before their eyes.

The three gasped, a chill running down their spines.

Although He Yanqiang wasn't good at storytelling, they still managed to get a general idea of ​​what had happened.

There were at least three thousand corpses outside, that was a whole battalion of people. I never expected that Zheng Qian would slaughter them all by himself and then chase after tens of thousands of others to kill.

In other words, he alone could slaughter three thousand Changwu soldiers in Lüchang City and conquer an entire county by himself.

Bro, is it really necessary to go that far?

Just then, a man on horseback from the Red Turban Army approached them.

"I am Li Cheng, the battalion commander of the Second Battalion. I request to speak with the God of Slaughter at the North Gate."

The three looked at each other in disbelief. A killing god?

He Zuowen gave He Yanqiang a wink, and He Yanqiang immediately understood, walking to the gap and shouting.

"Don't even mention Li Cheng, even if your leader came, he wouldn't be worthy to speak with the God of Slaughter. Get lost."

He Zuowen really wanted to kick He Yanqiang to death. You're a great fighter, but how come your emotional intelligence is so low?

That's just cliché, you idiot.

“If the God of Slaughter is unwilling to speak, I will not force him. But those lying here are all good men of my Red Turban Army. I beg the God of Slaughter to consider their parents’ longing for their return home and give them a chance to collect their bodies.”

The thought that they were in a trap immediately crossed their minds.

He Yanqiang's combat skills were immediately demonstrated: "Second Battalion Commander, if you want to fight me one-on-one, I, He Yanqiang, will accompany you. If you want to arrange your troops, I, He Yanqiang, will not back down. If you want to play any tricks..."

With a clang, he drew his sword and said coldly, "Whether you can go back or not is up to me."

With his hands clasped in a fist, Li Cheng said sincerely, "Our army promises that our brothers' remains will be returned to their hometowns after their deaths. If your army is willing to let us collect our brothers' remains, our Red Turban Army will retreat thirty miles and will not appear in Lüchang City until the remains are delivered to our brothers' families. Furthermore, when collecting the remains, we will only send one thousand brothers, without armor or swords."

Also, my chief asked you to tell Magistrate He that his task will be completed ahead of schedule.

He Yanqiang glanced at He Zuowen secretly, and He Zuowen nodded slightly.

Unexpectedly, the leader actually guaranteed that he could complete the task beyond the time limit; that's quite a favor.

Although he only needs a short time, just three days.

Apart from He Yanqiang, Qin Yong and Jin Jindao showed no change in expression, so he had no choice but to agree.

"Okay, but we need to clear the battlefield first."

"No problem. We'll come back in an hour to collect our brother's body. Farewell."

Li Cheng left, and He Zuowen, Qin Yong, and Jin Jindao also left, leaving only He Yanqiang with a complicated expression.

The Red Turban Army leader actually guaranteed that the county magistrate would complete the task on time; this is quite a lot of information.

Inside the house, Zheng Qian sat cross-legged with his eyes closed.

He felt as if he had jumped into a burning kang (a heated brick bed), his whole body burning with heat. He craved killing and wanted to bathe in blood.

He took deep breaths again and again, trying to calm his inner desires. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. After an hour, he finally calmed down.

Then, the battle scene flashed through his mind; he had killed more than 3,400 people in total.

Every time his sword was drawn, it was accompanied by a clash of blood and fire. In these countless life-or-death battles, he gradually mastered a unique sword technique, a heavy sword technique that was impervious to being surrounded.

As long as he circulates his blood energy, he can make the heavy sword rotate around himself, forming a fierce attack that covers 360 degrees around his body without discrimination.

Zheng Qian named it "Explosive Slash".

Previously, Zheng Qian had no internal energy. After killing more than 3,000 people this time, a tiny wisp of blood energy was generated in his body. It was even smaller than a hair, but its existence could be clearly felt. It was like the internal energy of an internal martial arts master. When he used it, his power burst was stronger and his attacks were more shrewd.

And only by mobilizing his blood energy can he unleash the Explosive Slash.

The heavy sword was drawn, and it remained cold and clean, unstained by a single drop of blood.

The path of the sword is never smooth sailing. As his swordsmanship improved day by day, Zheng Qian found that his state of mind was also subtly changing. He became increasingly indifferent and bloodthirsty, as if some force was tempting him to walk the path of demons.

He has remained rational and resisted this cold and bloodthirsty change, and this massacre was just a trigger; his state of mind may change more and more in the future.

Zheng Qian knew that if things continued this way, he would eventually become a slave to the sword, a killing machine, and lose himself.

The mysterious liquid is truly mysterious. It not only provides him with power and enhances his combat strength, but also affects his mind, leading him step by step into the abyss of slaughter.

To curb this trend, Zheng Qian decided to give the greatsword a name. He hoped the name would remind him that the sword was merely a tool, the mystical liquid was just nourishment for growth, and true power lay in the inner resolve.

After careful consideration, Zheng Qian finally decided on a name for this heavy sword.

Guard your heart.

The phrase "guarding one's heart" serves as both a warning to himself and an interpretation of the way of the sword. Zheng Qian understands that the path of the sword lies not in killing and conquering, but in the cultivation and perseverance of one's inner self.

Only by staying true to oneself can one go further and more steadily in the path of swordsmanship.