Chang let out a sigh of relief. "Several Daoist friends have returned just in time," he said, "Quickly help me stabilize the formation and set up the array together!"After an unknown amount of time,...Before his words were finished, dozens of arrows flew out from the depths of the forest, all aimed straight at Qin Sang.
Qin Sang grabbed the reins in one hand, and with his other palm, he struck out like lightning toward the concealed arrows. He effortlessly deflected most of them, catching a few in his hand. The ones that slipped through hit Qin Sang, but immediately fell to the ground, appearing strangely inert.
Then he suddenly slapped his palm back, and several dull sounds came from the forest followed by a gasp.
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“Kill!”
Qin Sang lightly drank, his figure instantly disappearing from his horse. Shui Houzi and the others also dismounted and rushed into the forest together. Wu Chuanzong and a few others with weaker martial arts surrounded their horses, forming a battle formation to defend themselves, and countered with crossbow arrows.
In the darkness, Qin Sang summoned his ice crystal armor. His figure flashed like lightning, as fierce as a tiger, and Yama had already been called out by him.
A mere poisoned arrow wouldn't pose even the slightest threat to him.
In a flash, over a dozen assassins fell victim to Qin Sang's blade. The remaining assassins, terrified, fled into the depths of the forest. Of course, Qin Sang heard their every movement. Just as he was about to give chase, a sudden feeling washed over him. He raised his head and gazed towards the mountain peak.
> In the dead of night, the moonlight was dim and a thin mist shrouded the mountain peak. Just now, a figure flashed through the mist. If his eyesight wasn't so sharp, he would have thought he saw things.
The man on the peak saw that the situation was unfavorable and tried to run away. Qin Sang sneered and ordered Yan Wang to pursue the enemy, while he himself rode on his magical skills and rushed towards the top of the mountain.
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As soon as they reached the summit, they saw a man in white lying dead on a rock. Qin Sang squatted down and opened the man's waist card. It turned out to be an acquaintance, one of the Four Guardians of Xueyi Building—the Scholar in White!
This person's martial arts skills were no less than Bai Jianglan's, yet he died here silently and without a trace.
Qin Sang pondered inwardly. The scholar in white had ambushed him, and it was unlikely that the Eastern Yang King was behind it. It was more probable that it was the greedy prince after the treasure. However, since they dared to reach out, they should be prepared to endure the pain of being chopped up.
The water monkey silently slipped to the summit, "General Qin, only one brother was lightly injured. The other side still has two alive and they have already bitten them."
"Relay the signal, no need for live mouths, kill them all!"
Qin Sang carried the corpse of the scholar in white down the mountain and tossed it to the water monkey, "You and Wen Kui take half the men back to Ming City as quickly as possible. Discreetly hand this body over to the county princess. You needn't say anything else."
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Having arrived at her sixth winter in this world, Qin Sang, as the Left Supervisor of the Vanguard Camp, entered the imperial capital of the Sui Dynasty for the first time.
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The three counties of the imperial capital were defeated one after another. The generals behind them surrendered, seeing the wind. Dongyang Wang rallied the forces of the world and besieged the imperial capital with a large army. The imperial capital held out for three months, running out of ammunition and food. The puppet emperor refused to flee north and hanged himself in the palace. The generals surrendered.
Donghuyang King did not enter the palace, but first went to Chaosheng Mountain to pay respects to the former emperor. The enthronement ceremony was set for the first day of the new year, leaving less than two months to prepare. Generals and ministers were busy with preparations for the enthronement ceremony on Chaosheng Mountain, while no one seemed concerned about putting down the rebellions in the northern territories.
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Qin Sang occupied a fake emperor's palace in a minister's residence, leaving only a squad of personal guards at the gate. Apart from Wu Zhuanzong and others, all visitors were refused entry.
Amongst all the generals, under the two dukes were a handful of left admirals, whose numbers could be counted on one hand. Qin Sang commanded the valiant camp and, cooperating with the victorious camp in Guize County, achieved brilliant military achievements. Although they performed mediocrely during the final attack on the Imperial City, it did not detract from Qin Sang's status. Even without being awarded a king's title, he would certainly be granted at least the rank of marquis.
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This hotshot general, with his peculiar temper, is a complete mystery.
Little did anyone know, after the Battle of Duoyao Mouth, Qin Sang rarely focused on military affairs, dedicating himself entirely to cultivation. Sometimes he would cultivate for a whole day straight.
In the end, it was still General Shao Yong of the Tiger Battalion who made a grave mistake. The county princess came to the camp in person to see Qin Sang and forced the position of Left Commander upon him.
This is also why the subsequent Imperial Capital Battle did not see much brilliance from the Vanguard Camp. However, because Qin Sang relinquished power, Wu Zhuanzong and Shui Houzi (Water Monkey) among others received sufficient training and could stand on their own.
While Qin Sang's gains were also considerable, he had successfully broken through to the fifth layer of the Nether Scripture not long ago.
After years of anticipation, the Fengshan ceremony is finally approaching. Qin Sang is getting more and more excited, wondering what kind of surprises the young man surnamed Han will bring in the end.
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Before the New Year came, a heavy snow fell for three days.
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But this New Year was the most reassuring one in recent years for the common people of the Sui Dynasty. What had previously been considered a heavy snowfall, was now praised as auspicious snow signifying a bumper harvest, a good omen.
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The clouds dispersed, the snow melted, and the sky cleared after the snowfall.
The sky was still dark, the snow on the mountain road to Mount of Pilgrimage had been swept clean overnight and covered with straw and wood ash. Qin Sang, General Feng, and Commander Mu chatted as they climbed step by step. They were all generals or meritorious officials from the army.
At the front marched the Imperial Guard, followed by the Eastern Yang King, then the Crown Prince, Princesses, and several Princes.
Finally, there were officials, guards, and sacrifices of jade and silk, along with a variety of food offerings.
All walked on foot, leaving their carriages at the foot of the mountain as a sign of respect.
It took a full hour and a half to climb to the summit. Upon reaching the Temple of Pilgrimage, it was apparent that the generals were strong and capable, while many officials among the hundred officials were weakened by the exertion and nearly fainted. The prince sweated profusely and panted heavily, performing worse than even Duke Dongyang. However, the county princess remained calm as ever.
The officials of the Sisheng Temple stood before the gate of the Chaosheng Palace. When they saw the Eastern Yang Queen kneeling and paying her respects, after a series of rituals, the master of the Chaosheng Palace brought out a brand new dragon robe. The Eastern Yang King entered to change, and the people below began bustling about.
Countless tributes flowed into the temple like a river, monks and Taoists chanted sutras, Qin Sang watched with joy, the turmoil in his heart subsided somewhat.
At noon, someone from the Sisheng Temple arrived with a silk scroll. As names were read aloud, excitement was palpable though everyone tried to appear composed. Amidst countless envious and awestruck gazes, they stepped into the Hall of Worship.
Qin Sang heard his own name and, as if nothing had happened, walked in.
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But as he looked, he saw that within the Temple of Pilgrimage, a massive incense burner blazed brightly, with countless offerings laid out around it. In the center stood jade tablets and scrolls; King Dongyang stood motionless with his hands clasped, his tightly clenched fists betraying his inner turmoil.
In the end, only thirty-one were qualified to enter the Holy Palace!
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"The auspicious time has come, the Holy Emperor is enthroned!"
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The palace master of Chaosheng Temple roared, raising his arm high and striking the ancient bell. The sound of the bell echoed far and wide.
The Eastern Yang King personally recited the sacrificial text.
The bell rang ninety-nine eighty-one times. Qin Sang waited impatiently, thinking to himself that these immortals were really good at putting on a show.
The last bell chime faded away.
'Shriek!'
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A loud and clear crane cry echoed through the sky, everyone looked up in astonishment.
Only to see the clear sky for thousands of miles, I don't know when layers of smoke and mist began to rise. The glow surged, instantly covering the sky. In the depths of the glow, it seemed that there was a heavenly gate, mysterious and unusual.
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"Whew!"
A giant crane broke through the smoke and mist, soaring through the air. In a flash, it flew to the sky above the Palace of Pilgrims, its beak opened wide, releasing a jade seal trailing in light, which fell into the hands of King Dongyang.
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And the crane's figure gradually disappeared.
“Please, Immortal, rest in the palace,” After the crane disappeared, Dongyang County Princess bowed to the table beside the offering table. Just as everyone was puzzled, a figure materialized from emptiness, and a fat young man appeared out of thin air.
Qin Sang's heart sank. It wasn't the young man surnamed Han!eeling the presence of the Nine Nether Demon Fire, the Shadow Leopard's eyes narrowed slightly. He sensed that this strange flame was extraordinary and seemed capable of threatening it as well.What a...
