Chapter 1039

In front of a person like State Preceptor Wang, if he said one wrong word, he might expose his strategic intentions. The mirror hummed: "Even if you didn't mention it, wouldn't people guess that you have the heart of a tiger or wolf? You already ran here to set up shop!"

"That's true, what should be known will eventually be known. I will accept State Preceptor Wang's warning for now; at least for the next year or so, I have to respect his face," He Lingchuan suddenly had a smile on his lips again. "After all, he helped me a lot."

The mirror was happy: "Yes, with one word from him, how much business did he bring you? You'll have enough just sitting there collecting money in the future."

The more the Yang Shan Archipelago develops and grows, the fuller He Lingchuan's wallet will be, the stronger his army will be, and the deeper his foundation will be.

Not to mention, he also got several magic treasures from Wang Xingyi for nothing.

"Business?" He Lingchuan smiled. "Business is at most a side dish! With State Preceptor Wang coming here like this, my chess game with State Preceptor Frost Leaf will be even easier to play!"

"Huh?" The mirror was even more confused. "You are playing chess with State Preceptor Frost Leaf? When did it start?"

"Starting from the moment Yu Zecheng came to the island to visit me, starting from when he teamed up with the Bailong people to plot against me and Zhu Xiuer," He Lingchuan said leisurely. "Why did I calculate ten steps for every one step I took these past few days, carefully controlling everything? Was it just to fight two low-dimensional battles? Can I not deal with the Bailong people, or can I not deal with Yu Zecheng?"

"The battle itself is not the problem; the problem is the consequences triggered by the battle," He Lingchuan sighed. "Gods fear the cause, and all living beings fear the result. I planted an evil cause but want to reap a good result, so I have to think more carefully."

"Then what does that have to do with playing chess?"

"Yu Zecheng pushed the Bailong people out as chess pieces, thinking he was the chess player," He Lingchuan stretched his legs onto the bamboo stool and changed to a comfortable position. "But he didn't know that in this battle, he was also just a chess piece. The one sitting opposite me playing chess was not him at all, but State Preceptor Frost Leaf!"

From the very beginning, his plan was aimed at State Preceptor Frost Leaf.

What he wanted to bet on was State Preceptor Frost Leaf's attitude.

What he wanted to gamble on was State Preceptor Frost Leaf's methods.

The mirror only half-understood: "Since you are playing chess with State Preceptor Frost Leaf, who won and who lost?"

"This game of chess hasn't ended yet; I can only say that I haven't lost yet."

"It's not over yet?" The mirror couldn't help but say. "Then when will it be considered finished?"

"When State Preceptor Frost Leaf gives a reaction," He Lingchuan closed his eyes again. "My chess pieces have all been placed, and there is no chance to regret it. When this matter is reported to State Preceptor Frost Leaf, his reaction will be the final move."

This battle surrounding Zhu Xiuer has ended on the surface, but it is far from over in the dark! Do one's best and leave the rest to fate.

The feeling of success or failure being tied to others' hands is not good, but who told him he is far from strong enough? "Even though I tried my best to lay out the plan, I was originally particularly worried because State Preceptor Frost Leaf is unfathomable, and it is impossible for me to accurately calculate his true reaction. However, State Preceptor Wang Xingyi's assist might be a bonus for me."

The mirror didn't understand: "What exactly is the good result?"

"For us now, the best good result is a draw."

The mirror wanted to ask more, but found that this guy had already fallen into a deep sleep.

In the past few days of chaos, he quelled the rebellion of the Wanqi uncle and nephew and subdued six hundred Bailong people; he defeated Yu Zecheng and the Beijia squad and fulfilled his promise to the Earth Cave Spider Queen; he maintained order in the Yang Shan Archipelago during the night of the hurricane and the Emperor's Flow and protected the safety of travelers and residents; he passed the scrutiny of the Mou Nation's State Preceptor and brought himself closer to Lingshan;

He successfully made State Preceptor Wang issue letters to two places, and it looked like he was about to gain the power to pass through and trade in Dao Feng Port and Bailie without obstruction; he also had to worry about whether State Preceptor Frost Leaf could receive and accept the signal he sent through the Yu Zecheng incident.

He was truly too tired.

Two days later, within the territory of Bailie.

Lu Zhensheng had just come out of seclusion.

When the hurricane ravaged Bailie, he and his eldest son were busy inspecting outside.

Although Lu Qinglin had written a letter to warn them, and Bailie had made preparations, no one expected that the Emperor's Flow would arrive during the storm! A coincidence that happens once in a thousand years.

This kind of destructiveness is not as simple as one plus one! He was busy until the wind and rain gradually subsided, and Lu Zhensheng took some time to go home to refine the spiritual nectar; otherwise, it would be useless after it expired.

Today, his eldest son Lu Qingan returned, just in time for his father to come out of seclusion.

His brows were written with fatigue, while Lu Zhensheng opposite him was glowing and walking with strength.

"Father had a breakthrough?" Finally, there was some good news.

"Not bad, the Nourishing Essence Technique has made great progress." Lu Zhensheng personally poured a cup of hot tea for his eldest son. After finishing his cultivation, his attention returned to his territory. "How is it outside?"

"Just returned from Qu River. The river burst its banks and washed away two villages, sweeping away more than two hundred people, and they are currently salvaging them." Lu Qingan was thirsty, took it, and drank it all in a few gulps. "I think the flood might not recede until two days later."

Bailie has rich experience in dealing with hurricanes, but being rich in experience doesn't mean it won't suffer damage.

Even judging by the experience of coastal people, the power of this hurricane can be called a once-in-fifty-years event.

The day after the hurricane, his father went into seclusion, leaving him alone to clean up the mess, which he had been doing for three days in a row!

He was so busy that his mouth was covered in sores, and he couldn't take care of anything else.

"The losses in other places haven't been summarized yet, but it's not optimistic. Just in Qu City, more than 160 houses and shops were damaged, more than 770 people were injured, more than 200 died, and more than 30 are missing," Lu Qingan pressed his brows. "The Emperor's Flow actually came with the hurricane! More than a hundred people were fighting in Yuan Nan Street, all like mad dogs, and as a result, the houses nearby were blown down, and a pile of people were crushed to death when they fell. Others ran into other people's houses with red eyes to set fires, and the fire borrowed the wind's momentum, burning seventeen or eighteen shops in a row!"

"The roof of Qu City's South Gate tower was also blown off, falling and hitting a few small soldiers... I have already sent people over to repair it."

The tall gate tower is the passage for the people to enter and exit, and it also represents the face of the city.

"Also, I heard that four houses of Third Uncle's family were also blown down, and they are also looking for craftsmen to repair them."

Their Lu family's main mansion is protected by a wind-prevention array, so it was safe and sound.

"Fortunately, the autumn grain was harvested before the hurricane arrived, but two granaries in the West Field District were flooded, losing nearly a hundred shi of grain. Other losses are still being counted."

After finishing, the father and son were both silent.

The night the hurricane arrived was like a nightmare.

They clearly made preparations for the hurricane and for the Emperor's Flow, but with these two superimposed, why was it still a mess in the end?

The good people and soldiers in the city were like they had lost their minds; no matter how they were guided or ordered, it was useless. Even if the hurricane blew down the roof the next second, they dared to rush over to grab a drop of the Emperor's Flow.

(End of chapter)