Chapter 468.

The white clouds are long and the warm sun is high.

The shimmering sea had regained its calm, and the broken wood and masts floated slowly with the waves.

Saren Agu stood high in the sky, looking down on the land that had lived for so many long years, it had been leveled, the mountains tumbled down, the citadel shifted and flattened.

Such a scene, he had only seen the Confucian Sage sealing the Witch God back then.

On that occasion, a thousand miles in circumference was turned into a wasteland, and for three hundred years thereafter, the living beings were extinct. It was only when the power of the two superpowers dissipated that Jing Mountain City was rebuilt to its current size.

Now it is repeating history all over again.

But this time, the one who did it wasn’t the Confucian Sage proper after all, and the Sorcerer God wasn’t at his full strength, so there weren’t many people who survived, but there were quite a few.

Scattered sporadically in the distance, either watching, meditating to heal, or bandaging their wounds, no one dared to come back to find out what was going on.

Da Bong’s army retreated.

Saren Agu’s gaze was directed to the altar, and his figure suddenly disappeared, and in the next moment, appeared on the altar, in front of the green coat.

Emperor Jeanne d’Arc, Irb and Udabota then landed beside the Grand Sorcerer.

At this moment, standing in front of them was a broken humanoid, his body showing horrifying chaffing, with not a single part of it intact.

His right arm, which once held a carving knife, dissolved in blood and flesh, revealing bloodied bones.

Green rags, clothes like people, people like clothes.

Since then, there has been no more military god in Daebong.

The juggalo and the carving knife left of their own accord a short time ago and returned to the Middle Kingdom.

Saren Agu whispered, “Since the Middle Kingdom has descended for a thousand years, counting the windfalls, you Wei Yuan counts as one.”

“Damn, damn, damn ………”

Irb’s face twisted in anger:

“What makes him able to summon the Confucian Sage, what makes him a martial artist able to summon the Confucian Sage. The Witch God has been accumulating power for more than a thousand years, and it was only with great difficulty that he was able to break free from the seal initially, and it was all destroyed by this thief.

“I’m going to lead my troops to bloodbath the Dafeng, slaughtering them for 30,000 miles, all the way to the capital.”

“You look like a crude martial artist now.” Emperor Jeanne d’Arc mocked.

Every dowser who has become a demon is well versed in the gift of provocation.

Emperor Jeanne d’Arc stood with his hands behind his back, his immortal golden body brilliant, his golden and ebony light intertwined, and he faintly said:

“The Sorcerer God is sealed and Wei Yuan is dead, the situation is bad, but we haven’t lost this battle yet. Next, it’s time for you to fulfill your promises.”

Saren Agu laughed, “Then I congratulate Your Majesty in advance for living a long life overlooking the Central Plains.”

Emperor Jeanne nodded slowly.

Saren Agu continued, “Udar Pagoda, spread the news of Wei Yuan’s death in battle throughout the Northeast, and have Yan Kang and the two countries enlist manpower to rebuild the city of Jing Shan, so that the Jing Kingdom can withdraw its troops. Gather the remaining sorcerers to heal the surviving people and generals ……….”

He gave a series of aftercare instructions.

This battle will surely spread all over the nine states, what will happen to Da Bong, he is too lazy to care, but the territory of the three kingdoms, will certainly set off wild waves of rhetoric.

This would be the most humiliating day in the annals of the Witch God Cult.

…………

Somewhere in the wilderness far from Mount Jing.

“Ahhhhhhhh!!!”

Nangong Qianlou’s hissing sound spread across the sky, her voice mournful and desperate, mixed with bone-deep hatred.

“Witch God Witch God Witch God ……….”

He fell to his knees and pounded the ground with both fists, venting for a full quarter of an hour.

The white-clothed warlock walked up to him and handed over a brocade bag, and the tearful Nangong Qianru raised her head and stared at him blankly.

Second Senior Brother Sun Xuanji said, “Wei ………”

After saying only one word, Nangong Qianlou grabbed the pouch like a madman and unwrapped it, with a note inside.

Nangong Qianrou unfolded the note and read it, tears came out of his eyes once again, and after a long time, he collected all his emotions and looked in the direction of Jing Mountain, murmuring:

“Righteous father, the chess you haven’t finished, I’ll move on for you.”

Sometime in the rest of my life, I will come back here again, letting the iron hooves tread on every inch of the Witch God Cult’s land, letting the wheels of artillery run over the Witch God Cult’s spine, and letting these 60,000 miles of mountains and rivers be turned into scorched earth.

Sun Xuanji raised his hand and lightly wiped it, erasing the existence of this heavy cavalry so that no one in the world could remember them again.

………….

Yunlu Shuyuan.

Bamboo forest in the back of the mountain, in the bamboo building.

Zhao Shou sat in the hall, motionless, like a statue.

He had been in this position for over a month, and the table in front of him had accumulated a thin layer of dust.

Suddenly, Zhao Shou moved and turned his head to look out the window.

Outside the open window, azure blue like a wash, mountains rolling, two clear lights flew over a thousand mountains, like shooting stars that cut through the sky, lightly landing themselves on the case in front of Zhao Shou.

Dean Zhao Shou was relieved and slowly got up, dusted himself off, and made a bow.

I don’t know if I’m worshipping the two holy relics or the green coat.

………..

The Imperial Palace.

The curtains hung low, and Emperor Yuan Jing, who was sitting cross-legged on a futon, slowly opened his eyes.

He was silent for a moment, and gave a smile that seemed excited, quick, and rampant.

Emperor Yuan Jing paced up and down the attic, looking out over the cascading red walls and rolling golden tiles, he opened his arms to meet the wind, and Xu Xu said:

“My time has come.”

……….

Stargazer Building, Bagua Terrace.

The supervisor looked at the palace, smiled, and lowered his head to drink.

It’s not worth it on earth.

……….

Xu Mansion, Xu Qi’an’s mouth ached violently.

“What’s going on, why does my heart hurt for a good reason.”

He frowned, wanting to make a few self-deprecating remarks, such as the peak of the Fifth Grade would still have a myocardial infarction?

But for some reason, a sense of panic lingered inside him.

……….

Northland.

At the camp of the allied forces of the Great Bong and the Demon Barbarians, Xu New Year sat at the table, staring at the map in deep thought.

He was thinner and stronger, still handsome, but his skin was no longer fair; the sun outside the Seychelles had deepened his complexion, and the wind and sand of the northern Seychelles had coarsened his skin.

He was still the proud scholar, but no longer sharp, more calm and introspective.

The war had made him grow up quickly, and the girls in the Churchyard, which had transformed him into a man, could not give him maturity.

It was a fallen fellow soldier, a battle teetering on the edge of life and death, an enemy he cut down with his own hands, that made him truly mature.

Chu Yuanjian broke into the tent with hurried footsteps and laughed, “Resignation, I’ll tell you an uplifting news.”

Xu Erlang pondered a little and said, “No troops in the barracks, it’s not a victory, what is it?”

Chu Yuanzhan waved his fist and said cheerfully, “Jingguo has retreated.”

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Late Night.

Candlelight is like beans, Xu Qi’an at the table holds the fragment of the earth book and passes the book, [I explored the earth again with the State Master today, the late emperor did not come back, it is reasonable to say that such a terrifying figure should not have gone away without a sound].

[2: I don’t know if he has already replaced Emperor Yuan Jing and is the emperor in the palace. Oh, I forgot, he is Emperor Yuan Jing.]

Xu Qi’an was very concerned about the disappearance of the late emperor, a high-grade powerhouse who had been practicing in secret for forty years, and was nowhere to be found after his hiding place was discovered.

This made Xu Qi’an incomparably anxious because the late emperor was Yuan Jing, Yuan Jing was the late emperor, and he had a great grudge against Yuan Jing. By the same token, he had a great grudge against the late Emperor.

Now, a top-tier powerhouse lurks in the shadows and could bite you at any moment.

Who’s not afraid?

Of course, one could also hope that all of Yuan Jing’s out-of-control displays were camouflage; the late emperor was a peak expert, and an expert should have the temperament of an expert, and wouldn’t care about an ant like himself.

The King of Huai was killed by Shenshu. It’s none of my business, Xu Qi’an.

If it were any other top-tier powerhouse, Xu Qi’an might have harbored some illusions, but the other party was the late Emperor, who had been contaminated by the head of the Earth Sect Dao.

A peak master who was filled with malice and had a completely evil nature was bound to be vindictive as well.

[4: Let’s change our minds, you all think, Yuan Jing, ah no, which cultivation system did the late Emperor follow?]

The Earth Book chat group, one of the wisdom bearers, Chu Scholar, asked the question.

The first emperor broke his body early, which is equal to cutting off the path of martial arts, he followed Luo Yuheng to cultivate for twenty one years, without a doubt, walking the path of the human sect …….. Xu Qi’an replied:

[III: Human clan, I think.]

[4: This is the same as I thought, so what are the drawbacks of the Human Sect’s cultivation method? The karma fire burns the body, the late emperor was of a very high rank, and like the State Master, he needed to suppress the karma fire with the help of his qi. Then he definitely won’t leave the capital.]

[I: No, you’re wrong. The late emperor is different from Luo Yu Heng, Luo Yu Heng needs the position of State Master to borrow his qi. The late emperor himself was an emperor and was burdened with qi.]

One of the IQ bearers, Wai Keng, otherwise had another IQ bearer.

Ah, so ah, then it s all right …….. Chu Yuanjian muttered in his heart.

[1: There is a supervisor in the capital, and since he is not under the Dragon Vein, he definitely will not stay in the capital for a long time. He must have left the capital, as to where he went and what he was doing, this cannot be guessed.]

The most typical method is to judge the location of the late emperor based on his purpose ……… That is to say, in order to know where he is, you have to know what he wants to do first ……… Xu Qi’an rubbed his brow .

What is already known, the late emperor devoured the two sons of Yuanjing and King Huai in order to live forever.

He lived an extra forty years, as he had hoped.

Thus the late emperor’s ultimate goal remained longevity.

But the problem is, no matter how powerful the late Emperor was, could he be as powerful as Gaozu Wuzong? Can he be as powerful as the Confucian Sage?

These characters have passed away, not to mention the late emperor.

“According to the rule of heaven and earth that those who gained qi may not live forever, the late emperor’s true age was 80 upwards, and the Confucian saint only lived to be 82 years old. This means that the late emperor is actually approaching the end of his days. Of course, one cannot generalize between people and their physiques, and the late emperor might also live a year longer than Ru Sheng in a situation of extreme anger.

“If I were the late emperor, I would seek the method of immortality regardless, but, but what exactly should I do?”

It’s not that he’s not smart enough, it’s that he’s been exposed to so little information that he can’t even find a direction to make assumptions.

What did the late emperor do?

Speaking of which, it’s been almost half a month since Lord Wei left for his expedition, and I don’t know how the battle is going.

…………

On a certain night when the army had been on the march for nearly a month or so, the moon was as clear and bright as water.

“Ta-da-da-da ……..”

On the official road outside the capital, a fast horse galloped up, and the stagecoachman, his lips dry and dusty, reined in his horse and shouted in a hoarse voice:

“Open the gates, eight hundred miles ………”

Through the outer city, the inner city, the imperial city, all the way to the palace.

Late at night, Chief Wang was awakened by a sharp knock on the door, and the old butler tapped on the door of the room and shouted, “Master, master, wake up ……..”

The darkened room was lit by candlelight, and the maid who slept in the outer room put on her clothes, held up the candlestick, and hurried to open the door.

In a moment, the maid came in with small broken steps and whispered, “Master, news has come from the Yamen, saying that there is an eight-hundred-mile expedited pond report.”

Chief Minister Wang was old and woke up in the middle of the night, his spirit was hard to hide his exhaustion, he pinched his brow and said, “Change your clothes.”

Important government offices like the Cabinet are manned at night to prevent such emergencies.

Eight hundred miles of expedited or not, six hundred miles of expedited or not, the postmen are running for their lives, running dead a few horses is normal, any hour may be sent over.

Putting on his official robes under the maid’s service, Chief Minister Wang rode in the carriage, and in the clattering of wheels, he entered the palace and came to the Cabinet Yamen.

With quick steps, Chief Minister Wang entered the hall, sat down behind the large case that belonged to him, and slowly said, “Pond Report!”

Hall on night duty officials immediately served firmly kept in the side of the pond newspaper, eight hundred miles of expedited paperwork, only a few university professors can open.

Chief Minister Wang took out his cutter and picked the fire paint apart, and in the clattering faint sound of the paper pages, he drew out the pond newspaper and unfolded it to read.

He spiraled into dead silence.

…………

Six university professors, including Qian Xiangshu, a university professor of Wuying Hall, Chen Qi, a university professor of Jianji Hall, and Zhao Tingfang, a university professor of the East Cabinet, joined together, and they entered the Cabinet and came inside the Hall of the First Counselor.

They were dismayed to find that the cabinet chief, the leader of the royal party who was in the highest position, seemed to have aged several years at once.

His face was gray and slightly red, and his slightly cloudy eyes were a little dull, as if he was in some kind of deep pain that he couldn’t break free from.

Obviously, yesterday, Wang Shoufu is still good, what kind of blow, let a person overnight, the essence of the spirit withered into this kind of state?

Chief Minister Wang raised his head and looked around at the bachelors, his low voice slowly said, “Wei Yuan, sacrificed.”

After a pause, he added, “One hundred thousand troops, only sixteen thousand or so were withdrawn back.”

Boom!

Each one of them seemed to have been struck by lightning, their hearts and minds were shaken, and their faces stiffened.

Wuying Hall university scholar Qian love book murmured, “This, this is impossible, impossible ……..”

Chief Minister Wang recovered some of his tone and said in a deep voice:

“I know it’s hard to believe, but for now, it’s the truth. My lords, please abandon all bad emotions and hear me out, this battle has been fought strangely, the pond report has been sent into the palace, before the morning court, let’s confer ……….”

As dawn approaches, the maesters leave looking tired and worried.

Chief Minister Wang beckoned a member of his inner circle and commanded with an expressionless face, “Send someone to the Xu Mansion to tell Xu Qi’an about the war in the northeast.”

The reason for not giving a note is to leave no loose ends.

After the beloved retired, the head minister of the king paced to the window, looking at the darkest night before the dawn, and remained silent for a long time, as if he were a statue.

Wei Yuan, without you, how lonely the courtroom will be in the future.

……….

Before dawn, the knocking on the door woke up Zhong Li and Xu Qi’an in the room at the same time.

The latter responded, “Who?”

The voice of Old Zhang, the concierge, came, “Da Lang, someone is looking for you, claiming to be from the cabinet.”

The Cabinet? Chief Wang sent for me at this hour?

Xu Qi’an immediately got up, put on his robe, and said, “Take me to him.”

After leaving the room and making his way to the outer hall, Xu Qi’an saw a fresh-faced, middle-aged man in official uniform standing in the hall.

“Xu Yinluo!”

The middle-aged official instinctively, subconsciously shouted out this title.

Xu Qi’an was accustomed to the “old-fashioned” concepts of the people of the capital, and asked bluntly, “What is it that this lord is looking for me for?”

The middle-aged official said, “The Chief Minister has asked me to bring you a message.”

Sure enough, it is Chief Minister Wang ………… Xu Qi An nodded, “Please speak.”

Instead, the middle-aged official hesitated, brewed for a long time, and whispered, “Wei Gong, sacrificed in the northeast.”

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PS: Volume 2 is officially in the books for about, well, another week …….. Full-on high energy kind of thing.