Towards Eternity
Ch 494's. Take Over (I)

Everyone in the city was shocked by Weng Lou's words.

They still did not understand the intent of him saying that he would take over their city, especially the warrior leader lying on the ground.

She looked towards Weng Lou and looked at him with a look of disbelief. Just this time he saw a man as crazy as Weng Lou for the rest of his life.

No normal person would say that, for taking over the city was the same as declaring war to the emperor himself and the punishment that would be given to one who dared to do such a thing was the hanging penalty in front of the entire people, along with other relatives.

"He-hey?! Do you understand what you just said?! Do you want to declare war on the Fanrong Empire, huh?!" the leader of the soldiers.

Weng Lou turned his head and looked at him with his grooves raised.

"What's your name?" ask Weng Lou back to him.

"A-I...my name...." The warrior leader stuttered, he did not expect his fear of Weng Lou to be so imprinted on himself.

"Damn it. I'd better tell her, than I should die."

"My name is Wuyong" he said as he tried to take his eyes off Weng Lou.

"Young wuyong? Funny name, hahaha.... Wuyong, let me tell you one thing, I don't care about the rules, and don't fear the empire that you say it is, because I'm not from this island at all.

You're saying that I want to declare war with the Fanrong Empire? Well, the city see, if it's necessary for me to go home then I'll do it" class Weng Lou.

He then threw Wuyong's body into the middle of the slaves who had just watched him. They all immediately made room for Wuyong, before coming back to him.

"All of you, those who have been made slaves. I don't know what caused you to be forced to work in a place like this, but there's something I want to tell you.

From now on, I am the one who will lead this place, everyone is in that surveillance of mine, and no one is allowed to leave here other than without my permission. If you understand this, then I will free you from your slave status, how?"

Weng Lou asked all of them while putting on his little smile.

The slaves looked at each other. There was a hint of doubt in their eyes all with Weng Lou's offer that would set them free, but they couldn't simply let go of the opportunity they had been waiting for all these years just like that.

After discussing with each other, they finally turned to face Weng Lou.

"Before we give an answer, can you give us any assurance that you won't treat us as well as these soldiers?"

One of the slaves walked forward and asked Weng Lou. He was the same old man that hit Du Zhe last night while he was inside the tent.

Hearing him, Weng Lou thought for a moment while rubbing his chin. But after a while, he did not find anything that he could make as a guarantee that the old man asked for.

"I don't know what kind of guarantee I can give you, what if you just say it? Maybe I can grant it if I think it's possible" Weng Lou told the old man.

The old man immediately looked back, and nodded together to the other slaves.

"In that case, we want you to let us write to our family outside the slums, and help us deliver. If you grant him then all of us, the slaves in this city will accept you as our new leader" the old man said.

"Hmmmm...if only that seems easy enough, but are you sure that's it? Why don't you ask for something like letting you use a gun, or something?" Weng Lou asked in confusion.

According to him just letting them write letters is not comparable to what he would do after becoming the leader of this city.

The old man could be seen sighing deeply at Weng Lou's suggestion and shaking his head.

"All of us here are mostly aged, and our only wish is to be reunited with our families outside this slum. But we couldn't possibly ask you for such a thing, so we thought that sending them a letter and telling them our condition was enough" explained the old man who smiled at Weng Lou.

Weng's eyes trembled slightly hearing his words. He suddenly missed a little with his family on Black Sand Island. It had been almost half a year that he had not met them, he was starting to wonder how far they had progressed.

Weng Lou closed his eyes, laughed softly, then turned his back.

"Alright then, if that's what you want. I'll figure out a way to send your letters to your family, so it's best to write the letters you want to send, right away" said Weng Lou and walked over to Du Zhe.

The old man nodded and went back to the other slaves. Seen the happy faces of all of them after their request was received by Weng Lou.

They all immediately returned to their large tents, and hurriedly wrote down the letter they were going to send to their families out there.

For people who can't write and read, others will help them. It is a blessing from their many years together in this place that they are so used to helping each other.

While almost all the slaves flocked back to the tent to write letters, there were some men who were still standing in their place and silently looking at Weng Lou's back who was walking away.

"Can.....can we replace the request to write a letter by learning martial arts from you???"

One of the men standing up exclaimed to Weng Lou and made his steps stop. Weng Lou did not turn around and spoke to them, "I think one request in a mutual decision. If your request is different, it's not my problem."

Weng Lou continued his steps. She faintly smiled and a moment later the men immediately knelt on the ground and spoke back to Weng Lou.

"We please! The master! Please teach us to dance! We'll do anything! We'll be your errand boy, or your servant! Please teach us to learn!" throw them together.

Once again Weng Lou's footsteps stopped, and this time he turned to look at those who turned out to be teary-eyed. But Weng Lou was not at all surprised to see that, he could already guess this by hearing from their voices alone.

"It seems you've forgotten one thing. I am not here as your savior, but because Du Zhe has helped me then I give you a chance to be free from the bondage of the slaves you have.

There is no advantage whatsoever that I receive by teaching you martial arts, it might even harm me. So stop that and go to your tent if there's no one you want to send a letter to" Weng Lou explained in a cold voice.

Although it sounded threatening, the five men who were from their mid-twenties to their late thirties kneeling to Weng Lou remained where they were. In fact, the five of them started prostrating and sticking their heads on the ground.

"PLEASE!!! PLEASE TEACH US MARTIAL ARTS!!!! SIR!!! WE WILL GIVE OUR LIVES TO YOU IF YOU WANT TO TEACH US!!!"

Their calls began to attract the attention of the people. The soldiers who were still silent in their place looked slightly sneering at the five men's behavior.

Given freedom from his status as a slave, they should all have been very grateful, but now the five men were asking for something that could have offended Weng Lou.

They were all very clear to see how much power Weng Lou could subvert their leader in one hit, it was clear that Weng Lou was a Martial Practitioner who was at a very high level. From their experience, the stronger a Martial Practitioner was, the higher his self-esteem was as well.

Teaching a former martial slave, obviously it would be considered as an insult to most Martial Practitioners.

Meanwhile, in front of the five men prostrating before him, Weng Lou fell silent.

He could feel the perseverance on the hearts of the five of them. But for him, perseverance alone was not enough for him to teach martial arts to the five of them. He wanted something much more.

Weng Lou had an idea.

"Du Zhe, come here," call Weng Lou.

Du Zhe who had been standing still, gasped in surprise when his name was called by Weng Lou. He was dazed for a moment, but then hurriedly ran to the side of Weng Lou.

"Yes-Yes..what's up?" ask her nervously.

Weng Lou did not say anything, and touched Du Zhe's shoulder slowly. A warm sensation suddenly came out of Weng Lou's hands which then entered Du Zhe's body.

Du Zhe's face was slightly startled because of that, but Weng Lou immediately told him to stay calm.

Before long, his entire body began to feel hot, but not to make him feel pain. The heat on his body felt like it was flowing in it, and made him feel comfortable.

Thirty seconds later, Weng Lou raised his hand back from Du Zhe's shoulder. And after a while, there was a crackling sound all over Du Zhe's body. Du Zhe panicked because of that, but then he realized that he was okay, and instead the strength in his body felt increased.

His mouth was gaping, and immediately turned his head towards Weng Lou beside him.

"Thank you! Thank you very much!" he cried with happiness.

"Don't be happy first, I'll test you. Defeat the five of them, and if you can win then you will be taught martial arts" Weng Lou told him.

Du Zhe's innocent eyes seemed to glow, he was like he had just heard the most beautiful words of his entire life.

"The five of you, whoever can defend against this boy until I get back, I'll teach you to defend."

Weng Lou turned his head to the five men who were still prostrating in front of him. The five men raised their heads and looked at Weng Lou Dnegan solemnly.

"Really that?! Are you serious?!" ask one of them.

"Sure, I've never lied in my life. If the five of you can survive, I will give each of you one martial technique."

Weng Lou immediately turned around and waved his hand at the six of them.

The five men looked at each other, before rising to their feet and facing towards Du Zhe who was still in place.

"Du Zhe, I hope you bring out everything you have. We won't hold ourselves back, even if you're a kid." One of the five men spoke to Du Zhe.

They clearly knew that Du Zhe was a Level 2 Foundation Martial Practitioner right now, but his physical condition was clearly still a child, no matter how they would definitely win against him, thought the five of them.

On the other hand, Du Zhe himself put on his serious face and immediately put up his horses.

"Calm down, uncle. I will put everything I have against you. This is all for the sake of being a true Martial Practitioner like Brother Lou" he said.

The five men immediately put up their positions, and a few seconds later, they started the fight.

***

While Du Zhe and the five men who were begging to be taught martial arts by Weng Lou fought, Weng Lou went and approached Wuyong, the leader of the soldiers in the city.

Wuyong was still lying on the ground and sharpened his eyes when Weng Lou arrived at his place.

He immediately opened his eyes and saw the figure of Weng Lou approaching him. Somehow she had an uneasy premonition, upon seeing the smiling face Weng Lou had given her.

"All right, now I'm gonna collect on your promise. Let's take me to your place, there's a lot I want to ask." Weng Lou spoke casually and helped Wuyong to his feet.

Although he had received the blow of Weng Lou before, he had now almost fully recovered as Weng Lou helped circulate his own Qi to Wuyong to heal him.

Why did he cure Wuyong? It was because he would have a hard time asking a lot of things if Wuyong was in a state of pain. After all, Weng Lou did not have to worry if Wuyong attacked him or even ran away, because he could at any time restore his condition as when he was injured from receiving his punch.

Even he could have caused Wuyong to experience something much more severe than that, such as breaking both his arms and legs.

"Before that, what should I do with my men? There's no way I'm just leaving them here" Wuyong said.

"Well, I almost forgot about that."

Weng Lou turned his head and looked towards the soldiers who were currently still in the middle of the city.

"You soldiers, listen to me. From today, you will replace the role of the former slaves I have freed. You'll do the work they did before. If anyone wants to fight, run away, or doesn't want to work, then be prepared for the consequences."

After saying that, Weng Lou and Wuyong immediately left, while the soldiers still seemed to be in disbelief with what they had just heard. Weng Lou had told them, the soldiers to do the work of the slaves.

That's obviously an insult! But they also could not fight back, because Weng Lou was so strong, that he was even able to defeat their leader so easily.

One by one the soldiers who had resigned also immediately walked in lethargy, and did the work done by the slaves in this city, namely working on making weapons.

***

After walking for about a hundred meters, Weng Lou and Wuyong arrived at the headquarters building of the soldiers, which was Wuyong's place.

Weng Lou and Wuyong went inside and headed straight to the room Wuyong was in. Weng Lou instantly took a seat in one of the chairs in the room, while Wuyong silently stood looking at him nervously.

"Okay, let's start the question. How many cities are there in this slum?" weng Lou asked as he closed his eyes.

"Ah, emmm.I remember there are only eleven cities in this slum. I don't know if there are any other cities because we all continue to be in the city assigned by us, and only receive news once a month" Wuyong replied.

"How many soldiers are there in each city? And how strong are the leaders?" weng Lou.

"The more or less number of soldiers assigned to each city was two hundred to four hundred soldiers, but there was an exception for Heishin City which was the city center in the slums. They had over a thousand soldiers assigned to watch over the slaves.

The leaders of each city on average have strength in the Foundation Base level 5 to 7, and for Heishin City has a leader with strength in the Foundation Base level 10," Wuyong explained in a clear voice.

He seemed to be getting used to talking to Weng Lou, although he still remained nervous in his heart.

"Heishin City? So these cities have names, huh?" weng Lou said.

Previously, Du Zhe had not mentioned the name of their city at all, so he thought that this city had no name at all.

"You're right, basically the cities in the slums have absolutely no names, but are called by numbers, in the order in which they were built. This city we are in is called or known as City 3, with me Wuyong as its leader, ah I mean, its former leader.

The city of Heishin itself is a city that has stood long before the slums were used as a place for slaves to work, so it does have a name."

Weng Lou nodded in understanding, it was quite reasonable. After all, giving that name was very troublesome he thought.

"You're the one who's not good at naming, don't make excuses, much" Ye Lao sneered quickly as he learned of Weng Lou's thoughts.

"Be quiet, I'm listening to the information right now."

"Curtain, always make excuses."

Wrinkles were visible on Weng Lou's face and irritated veins began to appear on his forehead. I don't know why lately Ye Lao is starting to suck like before.

"Alright, Wuyong. From this City 3, what city is the closest?"!

"Nearby? It was City 2 if it followed the main street, but if it took a straight line the nearest was City 7 which was located in the east direction of the city," Wuyong replied quickly.

Weng Lou nodded, then immediately got up and walked away from the room, leaving Wuyong confused himself.

"W-Where are you going?! Mister?!"

Wuyong immediately followed where Weng Lou was going, his task was definitely still unfinished, so he wanted to finish this as quickly as possible.

"You just wait in your room, I'll go to City 7" said Weng Lou.

"But for what, sir?!"

"Of course, to conquer it like I did this City 3." Weng Lou arrived outside the headquarters building, and then the Life-Destroying Blade immediately moved out from behind his clothes.

Weng Lou casually jumped on top of him, and he flew towards the east of the city, heading towards where City 7 was.

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