Chapter 804: What Exactly Is This Prince Ning Trying to Do?

"The person playing with you?" Lu Qi said with an incredulous expression, "Miss, when did you ever play with a yin‑yang master?"

"Just two days ago! He was standing on the city wall, staring at me the whole time, even pointing at me with his finger."

Tuan Tuan, looking puzzled, asked, "Is he the yin‑yang master?"

"So he's a destroyer!" she pouted, "Then I won't play with him."

"Princess!" the messenger soldier shouted, galloping his horse to the two, "Is the National Preceptor inside? The Prince ordered me to fetch the National Preceptor!"

Tuan Tuan hummed, "No need to call Master, watch how I punish him!"

The soldier was startled.

Lu Qi smiled, "Alright then!"

He looked at the soldier, "Go back and report. Just say the Princess said it, no need to disturb the National Preceptor; she can handle it herself."

The soldier glanced at Tuan Tuan, "Princess, I'm heading back. Take care!"

"Got it! Don't worry."

The soldier turned his horse around and rode back.

Tuan Tuan untied the small Embroidered pouch at her waist, lowered her head, and pulled out a tiny fragment of a black jade scepter she had found in the Goryeo palace, holding it in her hand.

This is the thing the yin‑yang master left behind; using this will definitely be best!

What did Dad say again? Half the…

Can't remember, but it basically means doing a tiny bit of work to reap a huge profit!

Tuan Tuan smiled with satisfaction, "Make all the destroyer yin‑yang master's spells vanish!"

"He'll never be able to cast spells to harm anyone again!"

Finishing, she released her small hand, and the fragment of the black jade scepter fell to the ground.

A faint glimmer flashed, and the fragment vanished instantly.

The next moment.

The runes on the black jade scepter jolted violently, and Anbei Taixin's palm trembled with it.

He opened his eyes. What was happening?

A domineering, unmatched suction erupted thunderously from deep within the black jade scepter.

Anbei Taixin's pupils contracted sharply; he forcefully withdrew his hand, only to find it stuck to the scepter's surface, unable to pull away.

"No, no!" he shouted loudly, trying hard to fling off the black jade scepter.

But the scepter's surface seemed fused to his palm; no matter what, he couldn't shake it off.

The cultivation he had painstakingly refined for decades, the foundation of his proud yin‑yang arts, even the primal essence blood he relied on for all spells, surged uncontrollably from his fingertips like a breached dam, wildly rushing toward the black jade scepter.

"No—!" Anbei Taixin let out a harrowing scream, hurling the black jade scepter at the hard city bricks.

The scepter shattered, yet its pieces did not scatter; they remained tightly adhered to his hand.

He clearly felt his power draining rapidly, and darkness suddenly clouded his vision.

Until everything on his body vanished completely, the runes on the scepter only then fell from his hand piece by piece along with the shattered surface.

The runes he had drawn with his essence blood peeled away inch by inch like cracked earth, turning into fine powder.

The wind blew, scattering the powder cleanly away.

Anbei Taixin fell to his knees, both hands braced against the cold city bricks, his whole body trembling like a sieve.

Tengyuan Liangxin's face filled with startled doubt, "Master?"

Anbei Taixin slowly lifted his hands, turning them over and over as he stared.

These hands had once let him command wind and rain, summon a hundred demons, and stand atop all yin‑yang masters of the East Sea.

But now, they lacked even the strength to clench.

Decades of arduous cultivation vanished in an instant.

"Teng, Lord Tengyuan," Anbei Taixin whispered tremblingly, fear etched on his face, his voice hoarse, "My spells are all gone."

Tengyuan Liangxin's complexion turned an instant iron‑blue.

He didn't glance at Anbei Taixin again, leaning over the parapet to look down at the city.

The mud hands that had clung tightly to the shield cart all released their fingers, crumbling inch by inch, collapsing into a puddle of sludge.

No mud hand protruded from the mire any longer.

The once roiling sludge suddenly stilled, bubbles bursting one after another, and the ground finally returned to calm.

The soldiers inside the shield cart felt the vehicle's body suddenly lighten.

Though the wheels still lingered in the mud, the force that had dragged the cart downwards vanished completely.

Tengyuan Liangxin punched the city wall, "Crossbowmen! When they get within ten steps, fire arrows for me!"

"Yes!"

"That destroyer yin‑yang master won't come back anymore," Tuan Tuan set down the Thousand-mile mirror, nodding satisfied, "Second Uncle is safe now!"

Lu Qi lowered his head, looking at the Xiao Tuanzi in his arms, "Miss, you're awesome!"

Tuan Tuan lifted her little face and grinned at him, "He's a destroyer, I won't play with him!"

Lu Qi burst into laughter, reaching out to gently rub the top of her hair.

The messenger soldier had already delivered Tuan Tuan's words to the front line.

The generals, watching the astonishing change ahead, couldn't help but laugh.

Xiao Ran said, "The little runt is getting stronger and stronger."

Chen Hao said, "Indeed."

Xiao Ningchen glanced at his younger brother, both faces full of pride, "This is our sister!"

"This time it really was thanks to the Alliance Leader being here," Feng Zhou muttered in a daze, "How could I not have thought of this earlier!"

If we add another Wooden plank under the shield cart, we could handle the mud; what a blunder.

Xiao Yuanhang gave a faint smile, staring intently at the shield cart ahead.

Under the shield cart, Zhang Wu'an was stunned for a moment, then grinned wildly and slammed a palm onto the beam: "Quick! Pull the cart out of the mud, and push forward with all your might!"

Xiao Er wiped the mud from his face and smiled smugly: "It must have been the lady who did it!"

Zhang Wu'an stuck his head out of the cart to look ahead, his brows immediately knitting: "Xiao Er! The base of the wall is all mud; even if we push the shield cart through, how can we bury the explosives?"

Xiao Er also leaned forward to look: "Never mind, let's get across first."

"Alright! Brothers," Zhang Wu'an shouted, "push with all your strength!"

"Yes!"

Xiao Yuanhang glanced at the archers on the city wall, then at the shield carts, which, though a bit faster, were still moving slowly.

His gaze finally settled on the water‑soaked ground at the wall's base, and after a moment of thought he said, "Quick! Send the order! Command Zhang Wu'an and Xiao Er…"

"Yes!"

A soldier spurred his horse forward, racing toward the shield cart.

Fujihara Yoshinobu watched the soldier anxiously, wondering what Xiao Yuanhang intended to do.

He turned his head to ask the archer, "Can you hit him? That mounted soldier?"

The archer shook his head: "No, we need to get at least a few steps closer."

Fujihara Yoshinobu helplessly watched the soldier run to the shield cart, say something, then turn and run back.

Then ten shield carts slowly advanced, finally entering the range of the great bows.

He shouted, "Release the Arrow!"

"Yes!"

Over a thousand great bows simultaneously released their strings.

Arrows poured down from the embrasures like a torrential rain.

The arrowheads struck the roof, a thudding chorus echoing, dense as hail.

But when the arrowheads pierced the canvas, the wet mud stripped away most of their force, and they bounced back upon hitting raw cowhide.

A few sharply angled arrows luckily pierced the first two layers, but on the hard Wooden planks their heads shattered, skewed and lodged in the gaps, the fletchings trembling continuously.

After a volley of arrows, the ten shield carts emerged unscathed, still moving forward slowly and steadily.

The roof was densely studded with arrows; from a distance it looked like ten huge hedgehogs crawling through a mire.

Fujihara Yoshinobu stared coldly at the approaching shield carts, and when they neared the wall base he ordered, "Throw the logs!"

"Yes!"

The soldiers lifted the logs and released them simultaneously.

Countless thick logs rolled down from the wall's edge, their heavy rush of wind striking the shield carts' roofs.

However, they slid outward along the angle that Feng Zhou had deliberately enlarged, crashing with a roar onto the mud beside the carts, splashing a spray of sludge.

The logs fell one after another, then slid one after another, piling haphazardly across the mud on both sides of the shield carts.

Fujihara Yoshinobu watched the sliding logs, his brows knitting.

These strange war carts were even more troublesome than those seen in Goryeo.

They seemed hardly altered, yet the logs, when struck, rolled to the sides, unable to accumulate at the wall base.

But he was not alarmed—so what if they can't be stopped?

A smirk curled at the corner of his mouth; the ground at the wall base was already all mud, so digging pits to bury the explosives would likely be impossible.

Finally, the ten shield carts lined up single file, each pressed against the city wall and stopped.

But shortly after stopping, the five carts at each end slowly withdrew to the sides, the gap with the middle five widening.

Fujihara Yoshinobu's smile vanished, and the fingers gripping the embrasure tightened slightly.

What does this mean? Why withdraw the carts at both ends?

Soon, the end shield carts had retreated dozens of steps away, leaving the middle five isolated in place.

Fujihara Yoshinobu felt a chill rise slowly up his spine.

No! Why is there no sound of digging at the wall base this time?

What on earth does Prince Ning intend to do?