273: Chapter 273 Removing the National Preceptor's Mask

The news that Chen Hu had wiped out Governor-General Zhao Tianqing's army of forty thousand with one thousand Great Snow Dragon Cavalry spread in all directions at lightning speed.

It soon reached the capital and the Weiwu Marquis Mansion.

Today, Marquis Weiwu Wei Zhenjiang did not go to work.

Upon hearing this news, he immediately summoned the sorcerers in his mansion to inquire about it.

Among them were that pair of sorcerer Revered Master and Disciple.

"Could that meteor falling from the sky have been summoned through sorcery?"

Wei Zhenjiang asked straightforwardly.

"How could there be such a coincidence in the world? It must be an extremely powerful sorcery!"

The sorcerer from the Weiwu Marquis Mansion said quite confidently.

Subsequently, Wei Zhenjiang's gaze fell upon the old sorcerer, because although this old sorcerer's cultivation was nothing special, his knowledge was extensive.

The old sorcerer nodded, meeting Wei Zhenjiang's gaze: "Marquis, that should be a sorcery called Meteor Fire Rain. It is a High Grade sorcery, and the person who cast it must have reached at least the Primordial Spirit Realm!"

"In other words, that Chen Hu is also a sorcerer?"

Wei Zhenjiang said, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

"It is also possible that he has a powerful sorcerer under his command!"

The old sorcerer added.

"Wuji was ambushed by sorcery twice, and the place where he was first ambushed was Linjiang Prefecture. In that case, the one who ambushed my son must be that Chen Hu!"

Speaking of this, the murderous intent in his eyes grew even stronger.

The three people present remained silent.

"Alright, you may all leave!" Wei Zhenjiang waved his hand, while secretly thinking: "It seems I must personally make a trip to Linjiang Prefecture!"

If Chen Hu were merely a simple rebel leader.

He might not have taken him seriously.

But now, since the other party was very likely the sorcerer who had repeatedly ambushed his son, he could not let him go.

Meanwhile.

The Imperial Palace, National Preceptors Manor.

Shangguan Lingnan hurried over to pay her respects to the National Preceptor.

"Lingnan, is there something important?"

Shangguan Lingnan said: "Revered Master, news has just arrived that Chen Hu led one thousand cavalry to defeat the army of forty thousand led by Governor-General Zhao Tianqing. Before the cavalry charged, hundreds of meteors fell from the sky, crashing into the Lingzhou army, directly causing tens of thousands of deaths, with many injured, and the remaining soldiers lost all morale."

"Then, Chen Hu led the one thousand cavalry to charge the formation. No one could stop them, forcing Governor-General Zhao Tianqing to lead several thousand cavalry in retreat."

"They were then pursued by Chen Hu's cavalry. In the end, more than half of the four thousand cavalry were killed or injured, the rest surrendered, and Governor-General Zhao Tianqing fled alone!"

"Meteors falling from the sky!"

The eyes beneath the National Preceptor's bronze mask lit up: "I once read a sorcerer's manual that recorded a High Grade sorcery called Meteor Fire Rain, which can summon hundreds of meteors. To be able to cast a High Grade sorcery, one must have reached at least the Primordial Spirit Realm."

"Do you think that sorcerer in the Primordial Spirit Realm could be Chen Hu?"

Shangguan Lingnan shook her head: "Revered Master, this Disciple does not know."

"In that case, I will personally go and verify it!"

Shangguan Lingnan was startled: "Revered Master, are you leaving the National Preceptors Manor?"

"Am I not allowed to leave?" the National Preceptor said indifferently.

"No, it's just that this Disciple is a bit surprised!" Shangguan Lingnan said quickly. She and her Junior Sister, Shangguan Jingyu, were both orphans adopted by their Revered Master.

However, ever since they arrived at the National Preceptors Manor.

They had rarely seen their Revered Master leave the National Preceptors Manor.

Even when she did leave, it was only to move about within the capital.

"You may withdraw!"

"Yes!"

After Shangguan Lingnan withdrew, the National Preceptor performed a hand seal, and she transformed into a wisp of clear breeze, vanishing from the spot.

It must be said that in some aspects, sorcerers are far superior to Martial Artists.

Even if a Martial Artist Cultivates to the Liangang Realm, they cannot directly transform into a clear breeze.

The distance from the capital to Linjiang Prefecture is over three thousand li.

But the National Preceptor only spent a little over an hour to arrive at the current Menghu City.

By capturing information through her Spiritual Sense.

She realized that Chen Hu was not in Menghu City, but inside the miraculously appeared Zhenlong City.

Thus, she transformed into a clear breeze again.

When she revealed her true form, she had already arrived at Zhenlong City.

The current Zhenlong City appeared quite empty.

In some areas, one couldn't even see a single person.

After all, a city capable of accommodating ten million people only had over one hundred thousand residents.

Naturally, it would appear quite empty.

Inside the City Lord's Mansion.

Chen Hu was sitting on a small stool by the pond, fishing.

Suddenly.

A tall woman wearing a bronze mask appeared out of thin air beside him.

"Why has the National Preceptor come?"

Chen Hu asked, staring at the lake surface like a serious angler.

"General Chen knows who I am?" the National Preceptor said with some surprise.

"You've already intruded into my territory, how could I not know?" Chen Hu said indifferently. The moment the National Preceptor entered Zhenlong City, he had already known.

Zhenlong City was under his one hundred percent control.

As long as he wanted to know, he could even know if someone living inside passed gas.

Not to mention that a half-step Hunyuan Martial Saint, who was also a Middle Stage Dharma Form Realm sorcerer, had arrived.

"It seems the person who cast Meteor Fire Rain is you!"

The National Preceptor said.

"Are you here to hold me accountable?" Chen Hu asked.

"Not at all!"

The National Preceptor shook her head: "The path of sorcery has withered. Up until now, apart from myself, I have never seen a Primordial Spirit Realm sorcerer. By the way, may I ask, Fellow Daoist, what Realm has your sorcerer cultivation reached?"

"Dharma Form!" Chen Hu said.

"Shall we spar?" the National Preceptor suggested.

"Sure!"

Chen Hu put away his fishing rod, took a step, and vanished from the spot.

The National Preceptor stood stunned on the spot.

Then she immediately released her Spiritual Sense, but could not find Chen Hu within the range of her Spiritual Sense.

In other words, the other party had stepped fifty miles away in a single stride.

That's right, her Spiritual Sense could cover a radius of fifty miles.

Immediately, she began to calculate rapidly with her hands.

A while later, she transformed into a wisp of clear breeze and vanished from the spot.

On a mountain peak two hundred miles away from Zhenlong City, Chen Hu stood facing the cliff, the strong wind blowing and causing his robes to rustle loudly.

The next moment, a wisp of clear breeze appeared.

And transformed into the figure of the National Preceptor.

"Fellow Daoist, what a great ability!" the National Preceptor said to Chen Hu's back: "May I ask what sorcery that is?"

"This is a Divine Ability!" Chen Hu smiled and said.

"What is a Divine Ability?" the National Preceptor frowned slightly and asked.

"Something more Advanced than sorcery; with a single thought, it can be cast!" Chen Hu replied: "Would you like to try my offensive Divine Ability?"

"Please, Fellow Daoist, make your move!"

"Boom!"

Without seeing Chen Hu make any moves, a purple bolt of lightning appeared out of thin air and struck towards the National Preceptor.

"Swish!"

The National Preceptor transformed into an afterimage and vanished from the spot.

And where she had originally been standing, a charred pit several meters deep appeared.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The next moment, continuous bolts of lightning fell one after another.

Forcing the National Preceptor to dodge repeatedly, looking quite disheveled.

Having no other choice.

She transformed into a clear breeze again and rushed straight towards Chen Hu.

But as she approached Chen Hu, she discovered that the wisp of clear breeze she had transformed into was out of control, and she was frozen in place.

It was Chen Hu who had cast another Divine Ability — Wind Control.

The next moment, the National Preceptor was forced to reveal her true form.

Looking at the bronze mask on her face, Chen Hu, out of curiosity, reached out and removed it.

Looking at the stunningly beautiful face beneath the mask, Chen Hu was slightly dazed. He dared to swear that this face was absolutely the most beautiful and perfect face he had ever seen in his two lifetimes.

Moreover, judging solely by her appearance.

She was only about twenty years old.