Chapter Eighty-Eight: North-South Confrontation

Listening to Yuan Hongyu, Yan Yuanqing could almost feel the frustration of a member of the Northern Traditional Medicine Association after so many years of defeat.

If the two sides had been evenly matched, it would still have been acceptable; win or lose, it would not really matter.

But to be trampled by the other side for years on end—that feeling was indeed unbearable.

Strange...

Though this method was slow, its effect was extraordinary. The Japanese troops had entered nearly a hundred meters into the valley passage, yet not a single hidden fortress had managed to fire a shot.

What kept Yi Zhengqi sleepless and anxious day and night was the news he had received: the fanatical civilians of the Eastern Empire were already discussing how to execute Mu Zhijing.

Hua Xianer's words immediately reminded Zhu Fugui of this point. The two of them were, on this matter, remarkably in sync.

Besides, there was a problem with the timing. Some coffins had undoubtedly existed for more than ten thousand years, perhaps even for an immeasurably long span.

So he pointed to the sand table and said, "Commander Hua makes a fair point, but war is a game of cunning; only by using unexpected stratagems can we win! This is our first large-scale clash with the rebels, and the outcome of the first battle is especially crucial. If we rely only on conventional methods, we will not be able to swallow the entire rebel army."

Like a trapped beast in struggle—finish them off. Too much time has already been wasted on this matter!

Sword light blazed forth, and the battle between those of the fourth rank truly erupted.

For a moment, Fu Yang's figure appeared above the battlefield, looking down proudly upon the twenty thousand Daoist Ancestors opposite him. If anyone dared strike at the battlefield again, Fu Yang would not mind killing them on the spot.

The crown prince's residence, too, shed its usual air of heaviness. The servants began sweeping the courtyards and setting out wine and banquet dishes. Today they were to receive some distinguished guests.

Zhu Fugui was the same. Better off than Hua Xianer, however, was that he already had two of the materials in hand. He was now only missing one primary ingredient before he could refine the item, so he need only keep an eye out for it later.

Otherwise, simply on the basis of Yang Kang's unreliability and his destruction of another man's reputation, Yue Hui would already have ample reason to punish evil and uphold justice. Much less would he help Yang Kang.

Jiang Rong's breakthrough had already taken place months earlier, and his realm was now stable. Chu Feng could no longer recreate that sword strike from back then.

It had to be admitted that, even if she hated him to the bone, in the deepest part of Zhou Lingyu's heart there still remained a blind trust in him. Yet it was precisely that trust that had led to the upheaval three years ago. Now, thinking back on it, Zhou Lingyu felt the pain in her heart growing sharper still.

She still remembered it vividly: when she said, "Ten million. I buy one night," the look on Ye Sanshao's face was so terrifying that even a king of hell would have shuddered.

"The continent has maintained peace for nearly a hundred years. No one is willing to make themselves the target of public wrath. The revival of the Blood Emperor alone is not enough to make the Black Sword Saint make such a decision. What I fear is that they have arranged an even more meticulous conspiracy, leaving the Black Sword Saint with no choice..." Yang Luo sighed softly.

Crunch, crunch! The demonic tree spirits moved their clumsy bodies toward the crowd, their branches waving incessantly all over, then lashing out at them with astonishing speed.

With the lingering might left by my master, suppress that chaotic world embryonic seed. Only then will you, Lin Fei, have a chance to slowly refine and absorb it.

This building stood a little far from the city center, so there were not many cars on the road, and only one or two pedestrians passing by.

Lin Fei murmured to himself, also feeling that after refining the mass of sword qi left behind by the True Sword Divine Lord, his attainment in the sword path had advanced dramatically.

When the two parted, one was breathing heavily, one was flushed with blush, one had darkened eyes, and one looked as though she could kill with a glance. Neither of them was in much better shape, and Cheng Anya's cheeks were so red they seemed fit to catch fire.

Those on the square who longed to become followers listened to his words, yet each of them remained unconvinced in their hearts.