Cultivation towards immortality, starting from being a fisherman

Thirty thousand real war-ready soldiers are not a small number, even in the Daxia Dynasty.

Even if only half of these are war soldiers who can eat their fill, and then only half of those are well-trained house servant-level soldiers who can wear armor.

In the current Daxia, it's still quite a significant number.

Don't be fooled by stories that often talk about armies of tens of thousands.

Even the major camps with outward numbers of tens of thousands of soldiers.

But those accustomed to warfare know that the majority of these are just show.

The ones truly willing to fight and kill are always an extremely small minority. If these few elite are gone, no matter how many remain, they are just useless fodder being herded.

Among the over hundred thousand bandits plundering across several states, those who are truly formidable and capable of fighting number less than a thousand riders.

And the famous generals forcing them to flee everywhere rely on a cavalry of no more than five hundred house servants.

Similarly, in a great battle that results in thousands to tens of thousands of beheadings, if even one percent of them are elite, that's quite fortunate.

After all, most beheadings occur during a pursuit, and elite soldiers tend to flee far faster than auxiliary soldiers who can barely eat.

Since the founding of the Daxia Dynasty, the general with the most kills and greatest fame never surpassed five digits in beheadings throughout their entire career of campaigns.

This force of thirty thousand battle-ready soldiers assembled from various places.

In the eyes of those with insight, this has already mobilized most of the dynamic military strength the entire dynasty and imperial family can use in a short time.

Should anything happen to this force.

Perhaps people won't have to wait many more years to attempt upturning the heavens.

Ten li outside Tongzhou's State Mansion.

The Demon Slaying Army did not enter the city and chose to camp outside upon disembarking from their ships.

Whether it was the leading Great General Hen Gui or the several Great Grandmasters spearheading the martial artists.

All refrained from underestimating after learning that Su Juxia alone had broken the State Mansion and killed State Governor Sima.

They prepared to rest and recuperate before confronting Su Juxia with the momentum of a thunderbolt.

Boom!

The Great General Hen Gui had just finished arranging various camp matters, feeling mentally exhausted and sighing that handling thirty thousand battle-ready soldiers with his abilities was quite a stretch.

He was planning to return to meditate and cultivate when he heard a thunderous clap fall from the sky.

Then, accompanying the thunder, a torrential downpour came pouring down.

This rain made the Great General's face grim.

In marching and warfare, food, sleep, and sanitation are all issues, and the more people, the larger the problem.

This is one of the reasons why real battles seldom cram thousands to tens of thousands of people together.

And the weather is equally a significant issue.

A torrential rain or a heavy snow can indeed be the source of chaos in the army.

Seeing the rain being heavy, some tents at the camp's edge and the temporarily dug ditches even had flaws appear.

He couldn't sleep, so he took his personal soldiers to suppress the situation everywhere, while activating the officers of each unit.

The martial artists of the entry-level were also somewhat uncomfortable with the torrential rain but overall had no issues.

Their robust physiques ensured that even soaked by the rain, the martial artists wouldn't catch a cold, fall ill or even die.

Thus, they were calm.

Crack!

Another lightning bolt slashed through the darkness, lighting half the sky like daylight.

This lightning drew several martial artists out of their tents, watching the sky through the rain.

"This rain is too heavy."

"Not surprising, the weather in Tongzhou this season is like this. Don't worry, the heavy rain comes fast and goes fast."

"It shouldn't delay our subsequent plans."

Hearing this, the martial artist from the local area explained.

Then, this martial artist suddenly uttered an "uh" sound.

The pupils gradually widened.

Boom!

Another flash of lightning.

The martial artist's face turned pale, and after a moment of hesitation, he couldn't help but shout out:

"That Demon!"

"That Demon has come to raid the camp!"

This loud, drawn-out cry immediately made the three Great Grandmasters and numerous martial artists surge out upon hearing it.

The Great General Hen Gui and his personal soldiers also heard the shout and looked towards Su Juxia, who was rushing in under the thunder light.

The Great General Hen Gui saw that Demon in the rain.

Watching him appear at the camp gates, he smashed them open with one blow and began to kill his way inside.

In the heavy rain, very few soldiers could react in time.

Even those who noticed hesitated, thinking whether to rush out of their tents in the rain to face the enemy.

And after seeing several of the army's famed Assistant Generals fall as they charged with their house servants in the blink of an eye.

Though they had donned equipment, there was no rush to swarm and kill that Demon.

"What a bold Demon!"

"Knowing our army is here and not hiding, but boldly attacking instead!"

"Does he truly think the Daxia Dynasty has no one!"

After Su Ping's avatar wielded the Iron Bone, crushing both riders and horses down, severely hitting the army's morale.

The Grandmaster of Imperial Background was the first to charge out.

He was followed by the other two Grandmasters and over a dozen Grandmasters cultivated by various forces, who had no choice but to come out.

Then, as these Grandmaster martial artists unleashed their vigor and blood, in an instant, a barrier appeared, blocking the rain over the battlefield.

"As expected of the top martial artists of this realm, even without heritage, they've found the path of Body Cultivation through exploration?"

Su Ping's avatar looked at these Great Grandmasters, akin to embarking on the Body Cultivation path.

He sighed in his heart, then without hesitation, stepped forward to meet them.

Facing the bodies of the Great Grandmasters, the Iron Bone seemed somewhat insufficient.