Chapter Nine: The Way of the Warrior—Honoring the Supreme Commander

Not only were the soldiers besieging the Lu residence struck dumb with fear, even the guards stationed atop the courtyard walls remained silent. The strike known as "Heaven’s Gate Severed" was unbearably brutal.

“Father, are you well? Are the three ladies safe?” The voice of the Golden Crown Knight echoed down the quiet street.

“It truly is my family’s prodigy!” Lu Jinhe trembled, unsure if it was from overwhelming joy or shock.

In truth, he had often complained about Lu Wu’s lack of ambition, always indulging in frivolities without striving for anything. “If you’re going to immerse yourself in vanity, at least find some beauties; the Lu family is hardly short of wealth.” Yet this fifth son of his had only a group of tall, robust female warriors at his side—formidable in battle, but whose beauty was laughably lacking. He was becoming a joke among his peers.

So when Lu Wu wished to move somewhere more spacious, a place for horseback riding and archery, Lu Jinhe gave him the Wutong Manor—the family’s seasonal retreat used during the spring and autumn hunting excursions—without hesitation.

“Father?” the Golden Crown Knight asked again.

“All safe, all safe! We’re unharmed,” Lu Jinhe hurriedly reassured him.

“That puts my mind at ease. Father, rest for a moment. Once I’ve dispatched these soldiers, I will come to pay my respects.”

“Wait—mercy is a virtue granted by Heaven. If they surrender, do not slaughter them,” Lu Jinhe called after Lu Wu.

Joking aside, the earlier fight had been life or death. If Lu Wu now slaughtered them all, the enmity would grow too deep. With the eldest son dead and the second son ascended, the outcome was set. Moreover, the Shaosheng Camp was a permanent force stationed in Songjing, mostly composed of local youth—many families would be implicated. After the chaos settled, the Lu family would face countless troubles from casualties alone.

“Hmph—are you willing to surrender?” Lu Wu asked, accommodating his father’s wishes.

“Yes, yes, we surrender!” The trembling soldiers pressed against the walls cried out.

“Spare me, General!” Some knelt in the dirt.

“Drop your bows and arrows quickly. If you want to die, don’t take others with you.”

“Clang, clang.” Some even threw down their swords and shields.

At the end of the street, over a hundred cavalry turned their horses, intending to flee.

Lu Wu frowned. “Clean this place up. I’ll be back soon.”

At that moment, his black stallion let out a sharp neigh, its hind legs pounding the ground, smashing two slabs of bluestone as it leapt six yards forward, charging straight toward the retreating cavalry.

Chaos erupted among the riders. Some prepared to clash head-on, others sought to speed away, while some hesitated.

But the black steed’s speed was like a streak of black lightning. Before the riders could unify their response, Lu Wu had already ridden into their midst.

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