Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 159 The storm is coming
In another restaurant in Fengtian City, Wu Gensheng, who came to ask questions as a representative of Quan Xing, also got the answer from Wang Yi.

"That's all I have to say. Everyone in the world knows that you Quanxing people are looking for trouble. This matter cannot be covered up, and it shouldn't be covered up. But like I said, if you want to add fuel to the fire, there are plenty of places outside Fengtian City for you to set fire. If you want to watch the show, then stand aside. If you want to follow the Japanese to cause trouble for us, don't hide it when the time comes. Just shout that you are Quanxing when you start. Then I won't have to ask everyone one by one when I start. Of course, that includes you, Wu Gensheng."

Wang Yi handed the map of some Japanese alien sects that had taken root outside the Great Wall, which was only circulated in the right way, to Wu Gensheng in front of him.

At this time, Wu Gensheng was no longer in a state of panic. The divine spirit, a skill that Wu Gensheng had mastered, could not only break all laws, but also repair his own injuries when necessary. The injury Wang Yi had caused to Wu Gensheng was not serious. In just a short while, Wu Gensheng was already alive and kicking. He was eating delicious food and drinking wine in the restaurant. When he saw Wang Yi handing over the map, he stopped what he was doing.

"Master Wang, you are really open-minded. You are just going to hand this thing over to a Quan Xing like me?"

"You are quite open-minded. You know I won't kill you, so you kept talking and moving your hands while ordering food. And this isn't a big deal that forces you all to make a choice. I just want to use you to make it clear to you all that there are only these choices. Your choice will not affect the feud between the righteous people and you all. Let's just go our separate ways."

"Master Wang knows us very well, no wonder he protects Master Liu."

"I protected Master Liu because I wanted to learn his methods from him. If he taught me, I would protect him. If he didn't teach me, I would have locked him up. Sometimes I might even need his help. It's that simple."

Wang Yi knew that the best way to get along with Wu Gensheng, the all-powerful succubus, was to treat him with sincerity. To put it simply, if you want to say something to Wu Gensheng, don't hide it, just say it directly to his face. Wu Gensheng did the same, but this method of getting along is easier said than done. As the saying goes, there is nothing that cannot be said to others, but how many people can do it?

It was precisely because Wu Gensheng had always been able to uphold this style of being able to tell people everything he wanted that he was able to convince Quan Xing, become the head of Quan Xing, and also get thirty-five people from famous and upright sects to become sworn brothers with him.

Wang Yi and Zhang Zhiwei couldn't do Wu Gensheng's style, but knowing this, Wang Yi also knew how to get along with Wu Gensheng and just told him the truth.

"Hero Wang dares to say anything, which is very similar to me."

"Not even close. Now that you're here and I've said what I want to say, I won't keep you here. Eat slowly, and don't hang around in Fengtian City after you finish. Go do what you need to do."

After explaining all this, Wang Yi had no intention of saying anything more to Wu Gensheng, the future leader of Quanxing. The charm of this Quanxing succubus had no effect on him, and he would not let Wu Gensheng's charm affect his opinion of the Quanxing sect.

Just as Wang Yi stood up and was about to leave, Zhang Zhiwei and Zhang Huaiyi also walked in from outside. Looking at Wu Gensheng who was still eating and drinking, Wang Yi thought for a moment and said, "Wu Gensheng, what are your methods and who is your master?"

"Master Wang, are you asking this question for yourself or for that big-eared Taoist priest?"

Wu Gensheng seemed to know that Zhang Zhiwei and Zhang Huaiyi were standing behind him, and he did not stop what he was doing and asked Wang Yi back.

"I'm asking this on behalf of Taoist Huaiyi. If you answer, I'll tell you what my method is called."

"That's great. This is also the first time I've seen the same type of martial arts that Master Wang has in the martial arts world. However, Master Wang, your method is more fancy than mine. I really want to know what your method is called. I call mine the Divine Spirit. It has no school or sect. I learned it from the Three Stars of the Slanting Moon when I was reading Taoist scriptures, and I realized it in my spiritual world."

Wu Gensheng pointed his finger at his heart and then at his forehead. When he said this, Zhang Zhiwei and Zhang Huaiyi, who were standing outside the door, happened to hear what he said.

Wang Yi looked at Zhang Huaiyi, the big-eared thief, and also answered Wu Gensheng with a smile.

"Human body magnetic field. This is the name I gave to this technique after I learned the Eight Directions Reversal from the Ghost Hand King. By chance, I stepped into a new world."

The spirits of gods and the human body's magnetic field, as well as the skills of Wu Gensheng and Wang Yi were talked about by the two people in this restaurant.

"Human body magnetic field? Hmm, it does sound as unique as my divine spirit. Master Wang, you are a wonderful person!"

Wu Gensheng carefully pondered what Wang Yi said about the human body magnetic field, but he couldn't figure it out for a while. Yes, although electromagnetic force was discovered in 1841, Wu Gensheng's current experience is not yet old enough to be exposed to these things. Among the strange people Wang Yi has come into contact with in recent years, only the one from the Lu family, Lu Jin's cousin Lu Guangda, understands the truth. Speaking of this person, Wang Yi also wants to know that this person has been studying in the United States for almost three years, and he doesn't know how he is doing now.

While thinking about this, Wu Gensheng, having eaten and drunk his fill, stood up to say goodbye. But before leaving, he also looked at Liu, the waiter behind Wang Yi.

"Master Liu, do you want to go back with me to meet Quan Xing's friends?"

The dough man Liu looked at Wu Gensheng, the outgoing disciple of Quanxing, and then looked at Wang Yi. He thought of what Wang Yi had said to him before about summoning a group of old men from Quanxing in his dream, and shook his head.

Seeing this, Wu Gensheng also understood, clasped his fists and said.

"Master Liu, congratulations."

As for what to congratulate, only Wang Yi, Wu Gensheng and the face man Liu knew the answer. This was also the first time that Wang Yi, Zhang Zhiwei and Zhang Huaiyi met Wu Gensheng.

Standing at the entrance of the restaurant, Zhang Zhiwei and Wang Yi watched Wu Gensheng gradually disappearing in the crowd. Wang Yi was fine, but Zhang Zhiwei did have an impression of Wu Gensheng, who dreamed of becoming the head of Quan Xing.

"Your self-realized martial arts is divine and powerful, and you can understand all spirits. This Wu Gensheng is indeed a wonderful person. Your martial arts is called the human body magnetic field. In this world, besides you, there are still one or two people who can catch my eye. But you just tested his skills, why did you pull out the gun?"

Before Zhang Zhiwei could finish his words, Wang Yi had already handed the Browning M1911 on his waist to Zhang Zhiwei.

"We practitioners can't be so pedantic. Look at Wu Gensheng, who realized the divine spirit breaking method by himself and carried two revolvers on his waist to hurt the enemy. No matter how skilled you are, your true energy will eventually run out. A gun may be very useful sometimes. When your ancestor ascended to heaven, didn't he leave the Yangping Zhidu Gongyin and Tianshi Sword for you Longhu Mountain?"

"What the old master left behind is a magic weapon. And what use is this pistol to an opponent who can drain all of our inner energy?"

"You can't say that. You and I have been depleted of our true energy, and the other party is probably not much better off. If we have more guns, the situation will become one where you and I have the final say. Take it. It doesn't cost money anyway. As for the old commander's pile, consider it my gift to you. Don't tell me you don't know how to shoot."

"You underestimated me."

Zhang Zhiwei flicked his sleeves, and the gun that Wang Yi handed to him disappeared. No one knew where Zhang Zhiwei had hidden it. Seeing Zhang Zhiwei's tactfulness, Wang Yi just smiled and looked at Wu Gensheng who had disappeared into the crowd.

"Okay, Quan Xing has also been notified. Now we only have the last step left."

"Pull out the thorn."

The two stood at the door, asking and answering each other. Zhang Huaiyi and the face man Liu in the restaurant suddenly felt a chill in their bodies. Looking back, they saw Wang Yi and Zhang Zhiwei with their backs to them. The cold murderous intent emanated from Wang Yi and Zhang Zhiwei and rushed into the sky.
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The appearance of Wu Gensheng as the representative of Quan Xing added a little episode to the fellow practitioners in Fengtian City. The conversation between Wang Yi and Wu Gensheng was also conveyed by Gong Baotian, the apparent boss of the underworld outside the Great Wall. Because of Gong Baotian's status outside the Great Wall, and the fact that Wang Yi's move made sense, the fellow practitioners gathered in Fengtian City did not have much objection.

As the atmosphere in Fengtian City deepened, everyone realized that the war between Chinese and Japanese aliens initiated by the old marshal, led by Wang Yi and directed by the Kwantung Army was about to begin, and everyone was preparing themselves.

Among them, Gao Jin's cousin named Gao Fei was the most obvious. Because in this Sino-Japanese alien war about the life and death of the old commander, soldiers vs. soldiers, generals vs. generals, and generals vs. generals would naturally be handed over to Wang Yi, Zhang Zhiwei and other disciples of Xuanmen and children of famous families. But in addition to these, the Japanese ronin who were used to interfere with their vision and distract their attention would have to be handled by the disciples brought by the Gong family and Gao Fei. Only the methods he learned could deal with these Japanese ronin.

Time quickly came to the morning of June 21st. According to official history, the young marshal who came back to succeed the throne also officially held a public funeral for the old marshal on this day. It can only be said that the old marshal might have chosen this day as fate would have it.

In the small brothel in the east courtyard of the Marshal's Mansion, Wang Yi and Zhang Zhiwei also took the old Marshal's pulse for the last time.

Wang Yi was a fake doctor, relying on his great strength to inject the refined Qi of heaven and earth into the old commander's body to forcibly prolong his life. But Zhang Zhiwei was not like that. He only showed the Golden Light Curse and Thunder Method because he only needed to use these two. He was recognized by Zhang Jingqing as the next Zhang Daoling Patriarch-level figure. He understood everything on Longhu Mountain, including medical theory.

He could also see that the old commander's physical condition was now entirely due to Wang Yi's balance, but this balance was very fragile, and if he was not careful, he would die on the spot due to an accident. The medical knowledge he learned from Longhu Mountain could not play a big role in this regard. He just told the old commander not to get angry, and to stay calm so that he could live longer.

"Alright, two little gods, I know exactly what's going on with my body, so don't waste your time. Mr. Wang, have you prepared all your chips? Once you have, I, Zhang Yuting, will go to the table and make the final bet with the Japanese."

"Master Shuai, we have done what we should do. Now it depends on how you will use your methods."

"Well, I won't keep you two little gods here. I have to go talk to my son about the private matters between father and son."

After getting Wang Yi's affirmative answer, the old marshal no longer stayed in bed. He stood up, leaning on a cane, and did not want Wang Yi and Zhang Zhiwei to support him. Although he was in his fifties, he walked like a man in his seventies or eighties, staggering down the stairs with the cane. The old marshal's fifth wife was already waiting for him downstairs with clothes prepared.

Wang Yi and Zhang Zhiwei looked at each other and left the brothel tacitly.

"My family is indeed worthy of a figure, Wang Yi, is he really doomed?"

"The situation is over. The Japanese want him dead, and those inside the Great Wall don't want to see him continue to rule outside the Great Wall. This era does not belong to him after all. All he has to do is leave a way out for his son and his Zhang family. Zhang Zhiwei, just do your best."

Wang Yi and Zhang Zhiwei were in the yard, watching the old marshal walk out in his shroud, supported by his fifth wife, and then walk towards his son's room escorted by the guards. After an unknown amount of time, the young marshal with red eyes and his wife also came out of the room, supporting their father who had protected them from wind and rain for many years, and walked towards the brothel.

On this day, the Marshal's Mansion changed its previous atmosphere of being loose inside and tight outside, opened its doors, and the servants in the Mansion began to move around, busying themselves with the tasks assigned to them before. The things that had been prepared in advance also began to decorate the Mansion, as if a banquet was about to take place.

Because the old marshal decided to officially announce his abdication on this day and let the young marshal take over his position, and he also invited the Fengtian Army generals and leaders who had retreated back to the outside of the Great Wall to come and witness it. These things that had been prepared long ago were also sent to the Japanese Consulate in Fengtian and the Kwantung Army Headquarters under the arrangement of the old marshal.

Such an invitation with the connotation of the Hongmen Banquet was placed on the desk of Kawamoto Daisaku's senior staff officer. Kawamoto Daisaku did not get angry, but took the invitation, left his office, and came to the training ground outside.

On the training ground, a group of Japanese ronin warriors had already been waiting for Kawamoto Daisaku. In front of these Japanese ronin warriors were the foreign fighters who had responded to the Kwantung Army's request and rushed to Fengtian. Among them were Japanese foreigners who came from Japan and settled down outside the Great Wall, Manchus with braids, and Quan Xing who chose to come and cause trouble with the Japanese.

Those Japanese ronin warriors were okay, although they were good at fighting, but compared to those aliens who really embarked on the path of cultivation, their only advantage was that they were more numerous, obedient, and knew the times. But these aliens from local famous families and the Quanxing who were active in China were all unruly, and he had no intention of managing them.

"Everyone, I think you know why you are here. Marshal Zhang said that he was injured by horse bandits disguised as Japanese ronin, and he even hung dozens of heads at the gate of Fengtian City, and they haven't been taken down yet. In this case, let's let the horse bandits make a fuss. When the horse bandits enter the city, the marshal will die violently. How pleasant it sounds."

"Very nice to the ear, very nice to the ear. You old Japanese ghost are very much to our taste. We won't join you guys in the fun. Let's go and mess with him first!"

Kawamoto Daisaku's words were most in line with the tastes of those who came to cause trouble. They had no concept of home and country and were truly free-spirited people.

They felt that it was worth it even if they died for something like this that would cause trouble for their colleagues and the famous and upright people. After a short while, this group of people left.

After sending away all those people who could do nothing but cause trouble, Kawamoto Daisaku bowed deeply to the remaining people and said.

"Everyone, the future of the empire is in your hands. I wish you good luck in military affairs!"

"There's no need to be so lame, Chief of Staff Kawamoto. I also want to know what kind of opponent could defeat Mr. Yaku. Mr. Yagyu, is this the Wang Yi you mentioned?"

Among the many Japanese alien experts who were not impressed by Kawamoto Daisaku's hypocritical attitude, someone responded to Kawamoto Daisaku and also brought the topic to another person. This person was the only Japanese alien who was defeated by Wang Yi among the eight countries in the Wang Yi battle in the embassy world in the capital - Yagyu Tajima no Kami.

But now, he seemed to have broken through the shackles that Wang Yi had left on him, but his entire body was covered in black clothes, with only a pair of eyes that looked like those of an evil spirit exposed.

"Please leave that Wang Yi to me!"

Yagyu Tajima-no-kami said this, and I don't know where he got the confidence from.

And those Manchus with braids also came forward to join in the fun.

"Staff Officer Kawamoto, I hope your country will not forget the agreement you made with us and help us restore our country."

"Your Excellency, regarding the restoration of the country, the cabinet and the emperor have already set the rules. What you are doing now is to restore your country."

"Then please wait and see, Staff Officer Kawamoto."

After getting a guarantee that was not a guarantee, these skilled aliens among the Manchus followed the Japanese aliens from Japan and left with those ronin warriors.

On the training ground, only Kawamoto Daisaku and the old marshal's first military adviser, Kikuchi, were left.

"Kikuchi, go and witness the end of this great marshal."

"how about you."

"We have to create some opportunities for these bandits. Only I can do this for the sake of the Empire of Japan!"

With a murderous look on his face, Kawamoto Daisaku also left the headquarters and began to mobilize troops to assemble towards Fengtian City.

　BYD was assigned to guard the bridge tunnel today and his hands are covered with mosquito bites. Sorry, I will take a rest tomorrow and will update more frequently.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)