Cthulhu Fantasy : I Am The Great Old One

The burly man wearing the bamboo hat was sitting in the empty main hall, quietly looking at the three exquisite pendants in his hand.    

arm blade, spear, halberd... Unfortunately, the two most important items had been confiscated.    

However, he should be satisfied now. The progress was very smooth. Things were just as he had thought. As long as he could create such a place where the people of the Jianghu gathered and make a name for himself... More or less, there would be a few humans who would get their works. After all, with such a powerful weapon, his killing intent would definitely rise. Not everyone would be able to reason with others after obtaining a rare Divine Weapon.    

Overwhelming power would bring about the same pride, and when they realized that using weapons to speak was more useful than anything else, challenging the current order became inevitable. But Du Kang knew very well that with just a weapon, these humans would not be able to successfully challenge the current order.    

Thus, this remote Border Town provided the best home for these humans.    

Although this small town that was forcefully smashed out by Du Kang with large amounts of precious metal was not large, it had all the functions and everything. The food and beverage industry, the service industry, and even the artistes involved in production and manufacturing had come. Even the gambling industry had started to show signs.    

As for local customs, there was no lack of them. Wuyuan Prefecture was originally the hometown of Wen Hou Lu Bu. Now, there was a gala that he had personally organized. In the town, there were famous martial artists with white hair and beard, and there were also young female heroes who had just stepped foot into the martial arts world - even the annoying devilish children could be found here, and there were quite a few of them.    

Du Kang couldn't help but laugh at the thought of the devilish child.    

It was unknown what that Woo Ergou had experienced, but he had actually picked up the work that he had lost. And he was still arguing with him. Thus, Du Kang spent the night finding the best blacksmith in the area. With a malicious intent, he had the blacksmith forge a 40-pound halberd at the fastest speed possible and send it to the Woo family's breakfast shop. Then, while eating breakfast, he conveniently mentioned something to Woo Ergou's father. He said that Woo Ergou was a rare martial arts genius that only appeared once in a hundred years. It would be a pity if he did not practice martial arts. After that...    

Woo Ergou didn't have the strength to come out and cause trouble anymore.    

Du Kang didn't feel like he had lied to that brat. He had only said that he would give the halberd to him, but he did not say that he would give the halberd to him.    

Finally, he looked at the three small weapons in his hand. Du Kang put his palm to his mouth and sent the three precious weapons through the gap left on the surface armor.    

There was still some risk in carrying these things with him. It was safest to keep them inside the Armor Incarnation.    

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However, what Du Kang did not know was that his plan also missed out on a lot of things.    

For example... the Guan Han Imperial Court.    

Northern Frontier, northern Frontier Camp.    

In the commander's tent that only the highest commander of the Northern Frontier Army was qualified to use, a muscular young man dressed in a green robe was carefully sizing up the oddly-shaped axe in his hand.    

A while ago, as the commander-in-chief of the northern army, he had occasionally heard that a man-eating evil ghost had appeared in the Ji Province. He didn't even let go of a newborn baby. Thus, because he had nothing to do with war, he rode alone to Ji Province and directly killed that man-eating evil ghost with a spear. As for the weapon of the evil ghost... It also became his spoils of war.    

He originally didn't want this kind of weapon from the Pugilistic World. With the 38-foot-long snake spear passed down by the ancestor, he no longer had any need for weapons. But this axe... was quite interesting.    

Looking at the axe in his hand, he silently thought.    

A bit bigger.    

The axe that was originally used with one hand instantly turned into a giant two-handed axe.    

Smaller.    

The giant two-handed axe instantly transformed into a small axe pendant, lying quietly in his palm.    

A Wishful Steel weapon...    

Feeling the sudden hunger, he wrapped the small axe in cloth and put it aside.    

Unfortunately, it was a big problem and it was useless.    

"General."    

A guard walked into the tent and bowed to the young man.    

"His Majesty has decreed that we will hunt in Wuyuan Prefecture."    

Wuyuan Prefecture?    

The brawny youth thought of something.    

"I know." The young man waved his hand. "Go back and tell Liu that it's not time yet."    

"Yes."    

The imperial guards replied and turned around to leave.    

"Oh right, don't leave yet." The young man called out to the Imperial Forest Guard, "I haven't finished speaking just now. Tell Liu that there are some clues about what happened back then."    

The imperial guards were stunned.    

As the emperor's personal army, he immediately knew what the commander of the northern army was referring to.    

"Hmm? You guessed it?" The young man keenly noticed the Imperial Forest Guard's abnormality, "Don't blindly think about this kind of thing, knowing too much isn't good for you... Forget it, this time I'll send someone to send a message. You'll stay in my tent as a personal guard, alright?"    

... "Yes, my lord."    

The imperial guards broke out in cold sweat. Only then did he realize that he had almost been killed.    

Although being a personal guard under the commander of the northern army was not as glorious as being a personal soldier of the emperor, at least he was still alive.    

"Alright, you can leave now."    

Ignoring the grateful eyes of the imperial guards, the young man casually waved his hand and then closed his eyes to rest.    

Hearing the guard's footsteps getting further and further away, the young man opened his eyes.    

"Yang Zhao, come out."    

"General."    

Yang Zhao, the commander of the Anping Army of Wuyuan Prefecture, walked out and bowed deeply to the young man in front of him.    

"I..."    

"Yang Zhao, you have followed me for five years." The young man looked at the trembling figure below, "You know my character. Speak."    

"I..."    

Yang Zhao took a deep breath.    

"I only know that the reckless Magic and Martial Sovereign was brought in by Lu Diao from the Lu Family Fort. Although he claims to be a foreigner, I can't find out anything about him..."    

"Yang Zhao." The young man shook his head, "You know, that's not what I want to know."    

Yang Zhao's body stiffened when he heard the young man's cold tone.    

"And! And! Magic and Martial Sovereign was holding a large sum of gold and silver, but he didn't know where it came from. He had even offered a three-year salary reward for the Anping Army in Wuyuan Prefecture. Now, he had gathered everyone to practice the true martial arts of the battlefield. I'm afraid... "    

"Yang Zhao..."    

The young man walked over and helped Yang Zhao up.    

Yang Zhao, who was helped up, heaved a sigh of relief.    

If the general could do this, it meant that he would not pursue the matter any further.    

A large hand grabbed his throat.    

A young man in a green robe grabbed Yang Zhao's neck with one hand and lifted him up.    

"Yang Zhao, you know very well what I want to ask."    

The young man looked at Yang Zhao's frightened eyes with an expressionless face.    

"Let me ask you, did that Magic and Martial Sovereign really say that the Wishful Steel Spear was his?"    

"I... Uh..."    

Looking at Yang Zhao who still wanted to muddle his way through, the young man's grip became tighter and tighter.    

"Yes, or not?"    

"Hiss..." Yang Zhao struggled to breathe. "It seems! Yes!"    

Is that so...    

The young man loosened his grip and threw Yang Zhao to the side.    

He had actually appeared once again...    

Ignoring the panting Yang Zhao, the young man took out the small axe wrapped in cloth from the side.    

He had been with his brothers in the Hundred Weapon Pavilion for an unknown period of time, so he knew very well what it was.    

Because he had seen something similar before.    

It was the five swords used by the five Grandmasters of the Sword Dao who had assassinated the Grand Ancestor of this dynasty.    

Five devil swords.