"Let me emphasize one last time, if any of you dare to break through the checkpoint, the arrows will not have eyes. If you die under the arrows, do not blame me for being merciless." The general stood on the city wall, clad in golden armor, looking down at the civilians below like a divine spirit standing above the nine heavens, blind to the sufferings of the world.
"This man possesses the bloodline power of a god. I just wonder what his bloodline power is like." Zhang Chen, who mastered the Blood Control Technique, could sense the strong bloodline power within the general but couldn’t gauge his actual strength.
Shifting his gaze from the officer, Zhang Chen turned his head to look at the refugees in the distance, their clothes in tatters and bodies filthy. The numb eyes of these people, with what little hope left, seemed to be gradually dimming, making Zhang Chen’s Dao heart waver slightly.
"In terms of both emotion and reason, I should intervene." Zhang Chen muttered to himself.
Since this is a process of proving the Dao, I should intervene in all injustices under heaven, and of course, I should practice.
Besides, his own family was also blocked outside the city walls. How could he just stand by and watch?
"But even if I intervene, there must be a way to do so. If these people harbor thoughts of resistance and take the initiative to resist the chains of fate, I can help break their chains and lend a helping hand. But if I’m asked to be a nanny, that’s not okay!" Zhang Chen contemplated secretly. "I must find a way to mobilize the masses’ power; otherwise, by myself, it’s hard to break through Tiger Soul Pass."
This place belonged to the Northern Land and was protected by a Heroic Pass. Even if Zhang Chen mastered the Sand Merging Skill, he couldn’t bring his family over the city wall.
"Brother, Tiger Soul Pass has been blocked by Prince Pingbian’s men. What should we do?" At this time, Zhang Tuowei popped his head out of the carriage, a trace of worry in his eyes.
"Don’t worry. Just set up camp and wait patiently. I will find a way to get us through the Heroic Pass." As Zhang Chen said this, his eyes suddenly flashed as he looked into the distance at the crowd and spotted a familiar shadow. Hastily jumping off the carriage, he instructed Zhang Fei, "Unload the carriage and rest!"
Zhang Fei obediently jumped off the carriage to rest, and Zhang Chen released the reins, walking towards the distant crowd, his heart lamenting, "If only there were a lot of river water here, or a gathering of demon beasts, it would be much easier."
Unfortunately, there was nothing!
Zhang Chen followed that figure through the refugee crowd, looking at the skinny, skin-and-bone refugees, couldn’t help his heart from aching. If you haven’t seen it, it’s just a brief line in a historical book, merely two lines in an article, or just a story told by others. But when you really see the refugees, it’s hard not to be moved.
Zhang Chen’s eyes swept over the crowd when suddenly a sobbing sound came to him; a family of three was crying around a child. The sound was so low that only Zhang Chen’s keen hearing could catch it.
Following the sound, he saw a middle-aged man full of vicissitudes, a frail woman with white hair and skin and bones, and the child who had already died of hunger.
The woman was crying, and the middle-aged man just sat there blankly, eyes on the corpse, not knowing what he was thinking.
Seeing the child’s corpse, Zhang Chen’s steps paused momentarily. He sighed softly, not saying much more, and his eyes swept across the crowd again, having already lost sight of the familiar figure, he couldn’t help sighing inwardly, "Did I see it wrong? Was it an illusion?"
Having lost track of the person, Zhang Chen could only return, seeing that his little brother and sister had already set up a camp. The so-called camp was just a few pelts thrown together under the carriage after it was unloaded.
Upon Zhang Chen’s return, Mrs. Zhang was cooking and asked, "Did you find a chance?"
"Those who made it here are mostly young and strong, with few women and children. If everyone can rise and fight back, there might be a chance to break through the Heroic Pass." Zhang Chen replied.
As the two spoke, a teasing voice suddenly came from a distance, accompanied by a loud whistle breaking the deathly silence. Zhang Chen looked towards the whistle to see a burly man, flowing with Qi Blood Power, clearly a Martial Dao expert. He held a stick with a line dangling a piece of meat, the meat swinging back and forth, with a man crawling on the ground, following the meat.
"Old Ni, you lazy dog, you’re slow today." The man taunted as he swung the meat, teasing the crawling man on the ground.
The crawling man barked like a dog, vividly imitating as he chased the meat. In his haste, he tripped, his mouth and nose bleeding, yet continued lunging towards the meat regardless. This scene amused the thirty or so burly men nearby, their laughter full of pride.
"Those people are really over the line!" Chengyu’s eyes flashed with Evil Qi.
Hearing this, Zhang Chen remained silent, simply watching quietly. Much later, the man with the meat flicked it onto the ground nearby. Before the crawling man could reach it, a Big Black Dog devoured it.
"Old Ni, I gave you a chance, but you’re useless." The burly man laughed coldly.
"Sir, please give me something to eat..." Old Ni scrambled, trying to hug the man’s leg in pleading, only to be kicked several meters away: "Get lost, don’t disturb my peace."