Chapter 1297: Chapter 87 The Untold Story of Doctor Feng and Marshal Meng_4 Chapter 1297: Chapter 87 The Untold Story of Doctor Feng and Marshal Meng_4 Feng Yin was startled, “Isn’t this someone setting me up? How did they know I wanted to hear this part?”

However, looking around, quite a few people were asking to hear this part. It should be said that it was not a coincidence, but simply too popular.

The storyteller sighed, “This part, I’ve told it several times a day, how can you not get enough of it?”

The crowd burst into laughter.

“This marvelous story, even if we listen to it for a lifetime, we can’t get enough! General Meng and Doctor Feng are the great benefactors of our entire General City. No matter how many times we hear their story, it’s never enough, never satisfying enough!”

Feng Yin glanced over and spotted that many in the crowd had aged faces, hair white as frost, and they were all missing arms and legs, or lacked an eye or an ear, in any case, each person had some kind of disability.

Among them, one or two even had vaguely familiar faces.

With one concerned look, he unexpectedly stirred up long-forgotten memories.

It seemed he had returned to the chaotic battlefield once more.

Those brothers who, years ago, charged fearlessly forward at his command within the great army.

Now, after the great battle, they were injured and disabled.

They supported themselves on crutches, dragging their broken bodies, limping into this teahouse, to listen to a young man narrate their Great Marshal’s past stories.

Their eyes were misty, yet their expressions were exceptionally serious, listening to the Great Marshal’s story as if they had returned to the glorious years of the past.

They sat attentively, listened intently, as if on a pilgrimage.

What they were thinking in their hearts, nobody knew.

Only Feng Yin was subtly moved.

“Since everyone is so sincerely inviting, then I’ll tell it once more. Let’s talk about the time when General Meng, still a Senior General, commanded a million soldiers, his horses trampling North Han…”

The storyteller began his uninterrupted narration, recounting the story between General Meng and Doctor Feng that had to be told.

“…It happened when the army reached Hundred Battle Ridge, wherever one looked, trees were lush and grasses dense. At that time, the entire mountain range was shrouded in dark clouds and dense fog, so thick that one could not see one’s own hands; truly treacherous grounds.”

“General Meng spurred his horse to the front of the ridge, using his unique skill in discerning wind and atmosphere to look ahead. Barely visible within was a dark qi shooting into the sky. General Meng was startled and immediately ordered, ‘Retreat thirty li!'”

“Why so? It was because General Meng, a student of Heaven and humanity, discerned something in the ridge. There’s a demon hidden there!”

“The officers followed the order and immediately drew back. As you all know, if there are no strategic needs, few human generals would proactively engage a hidden world’s demon. But General Meng did not retreat with the army. The officers asked, ‘Why does the Great Marshal risk himself in this perilous place?’ General Meng replied with concern, ‘I see amidst this dark qi some remaining aura of purity and sanctity. Presumably, a great sage of the mortal world is trapped in the mountains, and my heart simply cannot bear it.”

“What shall we do?”

“We must rescue!”

“General Meng’s resolve was set, and he made a decisive move, arranging battle formations and unleashing military soul secret techniques to ignite a sky-reaching fire that obliterated demons! Ladies and gentlemen, you must know, this fire was no ordinary flame. It was one ignited through General Meng’s Innate secret methods, augmented by the army’s spirit through battle arrays—a fire of life intertwined. With General Meng’s own righteousness fueling it, this divine blaze indeed surpassed the Samadhi True Fire of immortals. As they say, ‘The fire soared to the Big Dipper, the righteous qi filled the universe!'”

The storyteller clapped his bamboo clapper, “Gentlemen, you must recognize this as the ultimate principle where righteousness prevails, and evil cannot win! Had it been another general, how could a single fire consume a demon? General Meng’s phenomenal talent and divine might, like the Martial Star deities descending to aid Great Qin in uniting the world—it’s only with such ability that he could unleash such fire. If it were someone else, even with the intention to emulate, it would be utterly impossible!”

The whole room of guests nodded in agreement, clearly very much approving of this assertion.

“And as the strange fire blazed to the sky, especially during the mountain engulfing flames, it infuriated the Demon King in the mountain who bellowed, ‘Who dares destroy my arrangement?'”

“After that ferocious roar, a wild wind arose, dark clouds surged, and a foul stench assaulted the nostrils. In that moment, the heavens and earth lost their color, the sun and moon were obscured, and from within the Hundred Battle Ridge, a giant serpent emerged! Just the mouth of this serpent was already larger than this courtyard. Its eyes shot out golden light, and it bellowed loudly, ‘I have no enmity with you, why harm my domain? Who are you?'”

“General Meng spoke indifferently, ‘Humans and demons follow different paths, our stances are clear. You harm living beings and afflict the people, how can I spare you?’ The serpent asked, ‘Who are you?’ General Meng replied, ‘I am General Meng Fang of Great Qin!’ Hearing this, the serpent was greatly alarmed and exclaimed, ‘Could it be the divine presence of the Martial Star, General Meng Meng himself?’ General Meng furrowed his brows and said, ‘The tale of the Martial Star is but a rumor; I am merely Meng Fang.'”

“Dear audience, General Meng from beginning to end never acknowledged the identity of the Martial Star. It’s probably because ever since General Meng descended to the world, he’s already lost the memories of his divine past; only by returning to heaven to resume his position among the celestial ranks could he recover. But who on this continent doesn’t know of General Meng’s illustrious identity?”

The audience nodded in agreement, talking over each other.

“That’s right, that’s right, apart from General Meng, who else could take on the title of the Martial Star?”

“Exactly, exactly, since General Meng descended to the world, naturally he would not remember his past.”

“Understandable, understandable, it should be so, it’s indeed this reason.”

The storyteller continued, “Seeing General Meng not acknowledging it, the serpent became even more respectful, saying, ‘May I ask what prompts General Meng’s actions?’ General Meng replied, ‘There is the aura of purity and sanctity reaching skyward from within the mountain; a great sage must be trapped. How could we not lend a hand to assist? Furthermore, this is the dwelling place of our human race. You, as a demon, lurk here and upset the balance. If you leave now, this Demon Slaying Sword in the hands of this marshal can still show you leniency.'”