Chapter 1367: Where to Go

He Lingchuan nodded secretly. Boss Situ Yu had just died, and the Allied Forces were bound to be in turmoil. Boss Situ He had to gather his forces before the news spread. The Yangshan Archipelago was one of the important sources of money and food for the Allied Forces; as long as He Lingchuan clearly stated his position and continued to support Boss Situ He, his confidence in taking over the Allied Forces would be even greater.

At a critical moment, it was He Lingchuan who helped with all his might, so Boss Situ He was naturally grateful.

He steadied himself and added: "Brother He, I have one more thing to ask for advice."

His father had just died, and he had left behind his father's funeral arrangements, the murderer he was pursuing, the military affairs on the front line, and the dealings of the Allied Forces, rushing to Ju City first. Besides wanting to confirm He Lingchuan's attitude and win He Lingchuan's support, he was also unsettled and hoped to hear what he wanted from He Lingchuan!

He Lingchuan had saved him, helped their father and son, killed the Xuanlu Ghost King, provided the Allied Forces with stable food and grass, and even came up with a plan to resolve the dispute between Poliu and the Kan tribe.

In Boss Situ He's heart, Island Master He was the person most worthy of trust and capable of turning the tide.

When his father met with an accident, the first person he thought of was He Lingchuan.

"Speak." He Lingchuan knew that at this time, he must express something.

"My mind is full of revenge and wiping Pixia off the face of the earth! So, Brother He, I want to ask you—" Boss Situ He's eyes were full of hateful light. "Should I stop?"

"Should the Allied Forces stop?"

"Brother Boss Situ, well done!" He Lingchuan patted his shoulder, both in comfort and emotion.

Boss Situ He was clearly filled with grief and indignation, yet he was afraid that hatred would affect his rational judgment, so he sought help from He Lingchuan's objectivity.

A few months ago, when He Lingchuan saved him from the Xuanlu Ghost King's avatar, he only acted on a burst of hot blood; but now, even if his heart was filled with anger and about to burst, he was desperately holding onto a thread of clarity, thinking about the big picture.

War was indeed the sharpest knife to temper a person.

He Lingchuan turned and walked toward the back garden: "Follow me."

The Yangshan Society's garden was deep, and Boss Situ He walked in confusion: "Brother He?"

"Before answering the question, there's no lack of this little time." He Lingchuan brought him to the depths of the garden.

There were no idlers here; two gray-brown wooden men stood under an old pear tree, and one could tell at a glance they were used for practicing martial arts.

One was just a bare wooden man, while the other was wrapped in thick leather, from head to toe.

This was refined from century-old sunken wood at the bottom of the cold pool in Songyang Prefecture; it was called a wooden man, but it was actually a magic tool, and its only characteristic and advantage was that it was hard.

Hard to the point of being impenetrable by swords and spears.

Whenever He Lingchuan felt depressed, he would come here to beat the wooden man to vent his anger. Although he only used his fists and feet, the wooden man had already been broken into two sets, and this was the third set.

Now he pointed to the wooden man wearing a cotton-padded jacket and said to Boss Situ He: "Beat it."

"Ah? Brother He?"

"Listen to me, beat it."

Boss Situ He was confused; he had run to He Lingchuan with a sea of blood and hatred and a heavy responsibility, but the other party asked him to practice boxing in the garden? But he didn't say a word, swung his fist, and hit.

"Very good." He Lingchuan encouraged him. "Continue."

Boss Situ He hit a few more times; he was quite slow at first, but the more he hit, the angrier he became, the more he hit, the more he got on fire, and the faster he hit.

Bang, bang, bang, bang! Seeing him gradually hitting with red eyes, He Lingchuan said at the right time: "Just pretend it's the murderer who killed your father, it's the Pixia people!"

"Ah—"

Boss Situ He let out a scream, his fists raining down, beating the wooden man until the cotton fluff flew everywhere.

The anger that had been suppressed for a long time finally found a breakthrough and erupted!

Sweat rolled down his forehead, the veins on his neck bulged, and his eyes were blood-red. If the murderer were in front of him, he could use a knife, a fist, or even his teeth to perish with the enemy!

He wanted revenge!

He wanted revenge!

He wanted revenge!

He Lingchuan stood with his hands behind his back, watching him vent like a storm for more than a quarter of an hour.

Later, Boss Situ He was panting like an ox, and his punches gradually slowed down.

His cultivation and physical fitness were not as good as He Lingchuan's, and after the initial anger and irritability passed, his strength dropped sharply, and a sense of fatigue arose spontaneously.

"That's all the strength you have?" He Lingchuan practiced with the wooden man for at least half an hour.

"N-no more." Boss Situ He panted, pressing his legs, unable to stand straight.

Both fists were red and swollen, almost the size of buns.

"Thank you, Brother He!" He was blinded by anger earlier and couldn't think much; now, the irritability flowed away with his physical strength, and his calmness and rationality partially returned.

Venting his anger, he could think more calmly.

He Lingchuan handed over a cup of cool well water, and Boss Situ He gulped it down.

Only then did He Lingchuan ask him: "Who exactly is your enemy?"

"Pixia people, it must be an assassin sent by the Pixia people." Boss Situ He had just finished speaking, then shook his head repeatedly. "No, no, the Pixia people don't have that ability; it should be the Yao Nation acting in secret!"

The Boss Situ father and son hated the Yao Nation the most on the surface, while fighting the Pixia people.

They had been fighting the Pixia people for so long that they knew exactly how much weight they had.

Assassinating Boss Situ Yu in the Boss Situ family's territory should be beyond the ability of the Pixia people. He Lingchuan and Boss Situ He had the same idea: the Pixia people probably hired foreign aid.

They had a bad reputation in the central Flash Gold Plain and had provoked seven enemies, so the only ones who dared to withstand the pressure and extend a helping hand were probably the Yao Nation and its vassals.

The Yao Nation gave money, food, and mercenaries, just short of taking the field themselves. If they said it sent assassins to attack Boss Situ Yu, neither would be surprised.

Failing to divide the Allied Forces' northern line, the Pixia people and the Yao Nation came up with another plan, simply cutting off the head first.

With the soul figure Boss Situ Yu dead, the Allied Forces would fall apart, and the enemy's goal would be achieved.

"Even if the Allied Forces stop the attack now, the old land of the Gaopu Nation will be recovered; the Pixia people have been beaten painfully and should be honest for a few years. You have already secured these two results." He Lingchuan handed Boss Situ He a jar of ointment to reduce swelling and resolve stasis, telling him to apply it to his hands.

A novice hitting a wooden man, even one wearing a jacket, should actually wrap another layer of soft cloth around his fists.

"Yes."

"The key is, what is your goal next? What exactly do you want? Think carefully." He Lingchuan analyzed for him. "Besides revenge."

Besides revenge.

Boss Situ He closed his eyes, trying to discard distracting thoughts, and took several deep breaths.

The Allied Forces and he had come to a crossroads; what should they do next?

Was it to give up fighting and revenge, strive to manage the old land of Gaopu and the Boss Situ family's territory, or continue to attack Pixia and root out this scourge? The former was of course easier, as long as they stopped, everyone would be happy; choosing the latter meant facing Pixia's crazier counterattack and the greater pressure exerted by the Yao Nation.

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