Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

Chapter 464 I’m looking for you to settle the score

"I had no choice?" Zhang Ling sneered, "What do you mean I had no choice? Don't you know how cruel your father is? You actually helped him to commit atrocities!"

"I..." Mieko bit her lip and said nothing.

"Do you have anything else to say?" Zhang Ling pressed on.

Mieko raised her head and looked at Zhang Ling, her eyes filled with complicated emotions.

"Zhang Ling, I..." She was about to say something when suddenly, a black shadow fell from the sky and slapped Zhang Ling on the back of the neck.

Zhang Ling’s eyes went dark and he lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, he found himself tied up in a dark and damp basement.

He struggled to free himself from the ropes, but they were tied so tightly that he couldn't get free.

"Are you awake?" a familiar voice came.

Zhang Ling looked up and saw Mieko standing in front of him with a sneer on her face...

Zhang Ling felt a sharp burning pain, as if his soul was torn apart. He saw Mieko's cold smile, like a blooming mandala, beautiful but deadly. His consciousness drifted in the darkness, and Mieko's last words echoed in his ears: "Goodbye, Zhang Ling."

Wait, bye? What does this bitch mean? I'm not dead yet?

Like a drowning man grasping at the last straw, Zhang Ling's consciousness struggled desperately. Suddenly, a strong suction force sucked him into a vortex, the world spun, and time and space twisted.

When he regained consciousness, he found himself lying on an unfamiliar bed. The room was antique, with the scent of sandalwood curling in the air. Through the gauze curtains, he could vaguely see the courtyard outside.

"I... am still alive?" Zhang Ling moved his fingers tentatively and found that his body was intact and there was no wound on his chest left by a dagger.

"Young Master, you're awake!" A clear voice came, and a maid in ancient costume walked in holding a bowl of medicine.

When the maid saw Zhang Ling wake up, she immediately put down the medicine bowl, rushed to the bedside, and cried: "Master, you scared me to death! You have been unconscious for three days and three nights!"

Zhang Ling was confused. What was going on? Traveling through time? And possessing a young man?

He looked around, trying to find some clues from the furnishings in the room. Suddenly, he noticed a portrait hanging on the wall, which showed a man in military uniform, looking heroic and heroic, with a murderous look between his brows.

"Who is this...?" Zhang Ling asked, pointing at the portrait.

The maid wiped her tears and choked up, "This is the master. You are the master's only son, Master."

Master? Son? Young Master? Zhang Ling felt that the amount of information was a bit overwhelming. He tried hard to digest the information and pondered in his mind.

Mieko, that bitch, I will go back and settle the score with you sooner or later!

In the next few days, Zhang Ling gradually realized that he had traveled to an imaginary ancient dynasty, the Great Zhou Dynasty. His current identity is the son of a great general, named Zhang Lingyun.

Coincidentally, this Zhang Lingyun was also a time traveler like him. However, this Zhang Lingyun was a waste who only knew how to eat, drink and have fun all day long and had no knowledge or skills.

"Damn it, this kid has the same name as me, but he's such a loser, how shameful!" Zhang Ling cursed in his heart.

However, this identity also provides him with an excellent opportunity for revenge. He can use this identity to accumulate strength, and then return to the original world to seek revenge on Mieko!

In order to adapt to his new identity as quickly as possible, Zhang Ling began to learn the knowledge and culture of this world. He found that the level of science and technology in this world was far lower than that of his original world, but the martial arts were very advanced, and various magical martial arts emerged in an endless stream.

"It seems that I need to learn some martial arts to protect myself." Zhang Ling thought.

He began to learn martial arts from the martial arts master in the mansion. Relying on his fighting skills from his previous life and his strong learning ability, he quickly mastered the basic martial arts moves.

One day, Zhang Ling was practicing swordsmanship in the martial arts field when he suddenly heard a sarcastic voice: "Hey, isn't this our eldest young master? What, you finally remembered to practice martial arts?"

Zhang Ling looked in the direction of the voice and saw a burly man with a fleshy face walking towards him.

"Who are you?" Zhang Ling asked.

The man sneered: "I am your second uncle's son, Zhang Linghu. How come you don't even recognize your own cousin?"

Zhang Ling then remembered that the original owner had a second uncle who had always coveted the property of the general's mansion and often caused trouble for the original owner.

"So it's my cousin." Zhang Ling said with a fake smile, "What's the matter?"

Zhang Linghu looked Zhang Ling up and down, with a hint of disdain in his eyes: "I heard that you started practicing martial arts recently? Why, you want to challenge me?"

Zhang Ling sneered in his heart. He was just worried that he couldn't find someone to practice with, and then this guy came to his door.

"Okay, since my cousin is interested, let's have a discussion." Zhang Ling said.

Zhang Linghu laughed loudly: "Just you? Are you qualified to compete with me? Don't overestimate your abilities!"

"You'll know if you're overestimating your abilities if you try." Zhang Ling said as he drew the long sword from his waist.

Seeing this, Zhang Linghu also drew out his sword, and the two of them took up their stances, ready to fight.

The servants who were watching began to talk about it. Some were optimistic about Zhang Linghu, while others were curious about Zhang Ling.

"This young master used to be a loser, why did he suddenly become so imposing today?"

"Who knows? Maybe he's just pretending."

"I don't think so. Look at the murderous look in his eyes. He's not pretending."

Zhang Ling and Zhang Linghu were facing each other, the atmosphere was tense, and a war was about to break out...

Zhang Ling and Zhang Linghu faced each other with swords pointed at each other, and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder. The servants around held their breath, afraid of missing any details.

"Boy, today I'll let you know what it means to overestimate your own abilities!" Zhang Linghu roared and launched the first attack.

The long sword in his hand pierced towards Zhang Ling's chest like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, as fast as lightning.

Zhang Ling sneered, dodged the sword by moving sideways, and at the same time swung the long sword in his hand back and forth, aiming straight at Zhang Linghu's throat.

Zhang Linghu obviously didn't expect Zhang Ling's speed to be so fast. He quickly took a step back and barely avoided the sword.

"Oh, you're quite capable!" A hint of surprise flashed across Zhang Linghu's eyes, but then it turned into a stronger murderous intent, "But that's all!"

He launched an attack again, wielding the sword in his hand with great force, attacking Zhang Ling like a violent storm.

Zhang Ling responded calmly. Relying on the fighting skills from his previous life and his understanding of swordsmanship, he skillfully resolved Zhang Linghu's attacks and waited for an opportunity to counterattack.

The two men fought back and forth, swords flashing, and it was difficult to tell who would win for a while.

The servants who were watching were dazzled and exclaimed in amazement.

"When did this young master become so powerful?"

"Yeah, he couldn't even hold the sword steady before."

"It seems that this young master is very capable!"

At this moment, Zhang Ling seized a flaw of Zhang Linghu and stabbed him in the shoulder with a sword.

"Ah!" Zhang Linghu screamed and the sword in his hand fell to the ground.

Zhang Ling did not pursue the victory, but retracted his sword and looked at Zhang Linghu coldly.

"You lose." Zhang Ling said.

Zhang Linghu covered his wound, his face pale, his eyes full of resentment and unwillingness.

"You...you just wait!" he said gritting his teeth.

Zhang Ling sneered: "I'm always at your service."

Zhang Linghu was helped down by the servants, and the servants who were watching gradually dispersed.

Zhang Ling returned to his room, thinking secretly in his mind.

"It seems that things are not peaceful in the General's Mansion." He thought to himself, "This Zhang Linghu is just a small character. The real threat is still to come."

He knew that he had to improve his strength as soon as possible in order to survive in this dangerous world and ultimately realize his revenge plan.

In the following days, Zhang Ling practiced martial arts more diligently. At the same time, he also began to learn the sincerity and economics of this world, as well as various human relationships.

He discovered that the power struggles in this world were extremely complicated, with various forces intertwined and one could be doomed if not careful.

Although his current identity is the son of a great general, it is also full of danger.

His second uncle had always coveted the property of the general's mansion, and his father was often away on military campaigns, so there was almost no power in the mansion that he could rely on.

"It seems that I have to find a way to win over some allies." Zhang Ling thought.

He began to secretly observe the servants and guards in the mansion, looking for people he could use.

One day, he discovered a guard named Li Zhong, who was honest and loyal, had good martial arts skills, and seemed to have some feelings for the original owner.

So, Zhang Ling began to approach Li Zhong intentionally and gradually gained his trust.

"Li Zhong, how long have you been following me?" Zhang Ling asked one day.

"Master, I have been following you for five years." Li Zhong replied respectfully.

"It's been five years. Time flies." Zhang Ling sighed. "You have served me loyally all these years. I am so grateful."

Li Zhong quickly said, "This is what I should do."

"By the way, Li Zhong, what do you think of my second uncle?" Zhang Ling asked casually.

Li Zhong hesitated for a moment, then said, "The Second Master... is a bit... overbearing."

Zhang Ling smiled and said, "Yes, he has always coveted the property of the general's mansion. I am worried that he will harm me sooner or later."

Li Zhong's face changed: "Master, don't worry, I swear to protect you until my death!"

Zhang Ling patted Li Zhong on the shoulder and said, "Good brother, I feel relieved when you say this."

In this way, Zhang Ling gradually won over Li Zhong and developed him into his confidant.

At the same time, he also began to secretly investigate his second uncle's conspiracy and actively look for countermeasures.

One night, Zhang Ling was reading in the study when he suddenly heard a noise coming from outside.

He was startled and quickly stood up, walked to the window and looked out.

I saw a group of men in black rushing into the mansion, killing anyone they saw. The servants and guards in the mansion were thrown into chaos.

"Oh no, it's an assassin!" Zhang Ling thought to himself, "It seems that my second uncle has finally taken action!"

He quickly picked up a long sword and rushed out of the study...

Zhang Ling and Zhang Linghu pointed their swords at each other, and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder. The servants around them held their breath, fearing that they would miss any details.

"You useless piece of trash! Today I'll let you see how powerful I am!" Zhang Linghu took the lead in attacking, and the long sword in his hand stabbed towards Zhang Ling's chest like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.

Zhang Ling sneered and calmly dodged the sword by turning sideways. At the same time, he swung the sword in his hand back and forth, aiming straight at Zhang Linghu's throat.

Zhang Linghu didn't expect Zhang Ling's speed to be so fast. He quickly took a step back and narrowly avoided the sword.

"Wow, you're quite good!" Zhang Linghu put away his contempt and started to take the competition seriously.

The two fought back and forth, swords flashing, and it was hard to tell who was the winner. Although Zhang Ling had only been here for a short time, his fighting skills from his previous life gave him a keen intuition about fighting, and with his hard practice over the past few days, his swordsmanship had already reached a certain level.

Although Zhang Linghu had been practicing martial arts since he was a child, he neglected practice, lacked practical experience, and gradually fell into a disadvantage.