Chapter 1984

To prevent forgery and ensure recognition, after Boss Situ Yu became commander-in-chief of the allied forces, the stationery used in his residence and military either contained powdered azurite or malachite, giving it a distinctive color.

After reading it, the King of Baoxin hesitated for a moment, then handed it to the chief of the Wutu tribe.

The expression on the Wutu chief's face while reading the letter was much like his.

Then the letter passed in turn through the hands of the Kan tribe head, King Pei, and King Yan, finally arriving at Boss Situ He's place.

As the Wutu chief read the letter, Boss Situ He confirmed its contents concerned him; picking it up now and glancing at it, he felt his vision darken instantly:

This letter was clearly written by Boss Situ He himself to the Emperor of Jiuxu!

In the letter, "Boss Situ He" promised he would overcome opposition, lead the allied forces to surrender to the Emperor of Jiuxu, though the timing was not yet ripe and there were fickle villains within the alliance; he vowed to assist the Emperor of Jiuxu, subduing him with swift and decisive action to serve as the world's common lord.

The language was nothing but fawning and sycophancy; Boss Situ He read it, his blood surging—not just from anger, but also from shame.

In short, this letter flatters the Emperor of Jiuxu on one side while belittling allied friendly forces on the other. (Kneeling)

It is worth noting that among the six armies before Boss Situ He's eyes, four had originally feared the Dragon God Army and dreaded its possible attack; thus this letter struck their sore point.

No wonder these few people had looked at him just now with that expression.

Boss Situ He threw down the letter and sneered:

"Fake. King Beryl, where did you get this letter?"

"A demon bird flew out of your residence, injured its leg midway, fell at the Nine-turn Waterfall, and was struck down by a hunter. When the hunter processed the game, he found the letter in its crop and thus presented it to me at the palace."

Boss Situ He mocked: "In other words, the forger of this letter is either the hunter or you?"

Anger rose from his heart, and he no longer cared whether his words were proper.

King Beryl clearly wanted to frame him—why should he still be polite to others?

"You betray your allies and still dare to spit blood at people!" With a bang, King Beryl slapped the table and rose, "Chiefs, please look—is this handwriting, seal, wax, and lead seal not Boss Situ He's?"

As commander-in-chief of the allied forces, everyone was familiar with Boss Situ He's handwriting; at a glance they had seen it.

Only King Pei said: "As long as there is intent, these can all be easily forged."

King Beryl acted as if he hadn't heard, continuing:

"Boss Situ He! This alliance is your father Boss Situ Yu's painstaking effort. He resisted foreign invasion, a hero—I admire him; but you fall far short of your father, actually kneeling to swear allegiance to a foreign merchant from the Yangshan Islands!"

Boss Situ He retorted angrily: "How many times must I declare it? That letter was never written by me! If it wasn't you forging it, then you've fallen into someone else's trap."

"Oh, who? Who would do such a thing?" King Beryl chuckled, "Could it be a heavenly god? Could it be the Dragon God himself?"

"Any force that wants us to fight among ourselves or to control the alliance is possible." Boss Situ He looked at him, feeling a sudden wave of sorrow and chill in his heart.

An unverifiable letter of allegiance—hey!

A ruler of a nation, his vision is likewise so narrow.

Alas, this is Shanjin.

"The Dragon God Army ravages Shanjin, yet your attitude toward it is strangely ambiguous—whether to drive it away or not, withdraw or not, fight or not." King Beryl stared at him, "I only recently learned that Bai Zhantian also sought your counsel, yet you dared to defy him openly while obeying in secret! These past few days of sharpening weapons and training horses, a splendid time, you've utterly wasted, and we remain in the dark!"

Had Boss Situ He earlier roused himself to expand the army and prepare for war, he would not now be flustered and scrambling after Bai Zhantian's demand!

Upon these words, everyone turned to look at Boss Situ He.

Really? How come they haven't heard a whisper of this?

They are still unaware, yet Boss Situ He has made decisions for them?

"I've said many times: in the short term, the Dragon God Army will not attack allied territory." Boss Situ He spoke with a stern face, "If you continue to be ambiguous and entangled with the heavenly god, you are merely handing the best reason for mobilizing troops over to the Emperor of Jiuxu!"

His gaze at King Beryl was that of resenting iron for not becoming steel.

"Not attack?" King Beryl snorted, "This counterfeit Dragon God, leading his black-armored troops, is just circling around the allied borders, clearly waiting for an opportunity! You tell me, he won't attack?"

He sneered: "If you were sitting in a leaky, broken hut, with wolves prowling outside, and you kept probing the hut for no reason, could you still sleep soundly? Wouldn't you seek weapons for defense? Oh no—you are openly telling everyone the wolves won't come in, yet secretly making a pact with the wolf pack to hand us all over to be devoured!"

Boss Situ He shook his head: "I understand He Xiaos's character; the 'Dragon God' again wants to act in the name of righteousness. As long as we hold our position and do not move, he will find it hard to strike at us."

"You hold the lives of millions in your hands, yet pin your hopes on the enemy merely having a thought and not acting—is this naivety, foolishness, or pure wickedness?" He Xiaos had long declared his target was the entire Shanjin plain! Will he spare us? What does 'entire' mean—explain it to me!"

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Boss Situ He spoke with a strained voice: "We can negotiate with He Xiaos, ally with him, or establish boundaries and govern separately. There are many ways to cooperate, as long as we don't foolishly provoke the Emperor of Jiuxu… King Beryl, you are doing exactly that now."

King Beryl laughed angrily at him: "You must think he can contend with the heavenly god? Ha, haha, just how much bewitching soup has the He surname poured into you?"

"Blind as a bat, that's you." Boss Situ He glanced sideways at him, "Even Miao Zhantian died at the hands of the Dragon God, his rank inferior to Bai Zhantian—how could he possibly lead you to victory?"

"The one who killed Miao Zhantian was fundamentally not this impostor Dragon God He Xiaos, but another true immortal! He Xiaos is merely a fraud who deceives the world and steals fame, destined to be suppressed sooner or later." King Beryl looked down on him from above, "For these past few centuries, the heavenly god has supported whoever, and that person has risen to prominence on the Shanjin plain. This is a fact even a five-year-old knows. You… where does your confidence in He Xiaos come from? Your mind has truly been washed clean by the Emperor of Jiuxu—nothing left at all!"

In King Beryl's voice lay utter disbelief.

Boss Situ He wanted to speak but stopped himself.

Honestly, he also had no answer.

Of course he knew King Beryl's reasoning was sound—the heavenly god was strong in the past, strong now, and will remain strong in the future, with no difference.

This is an ironclad fact, not open to dispute.

But Shanjin was poor in the past, poor now, and will it have to remain poor forever, with no day of turning over?

He Xiaos possesses a strange charm; even though Boss Situ He knows this man's schemes are fantastical, like a mayfly shaking a tree, he still cannot help but want to believe him, to believe he can turn decay into marvels, even if this ideal is absurdly transcendent of heaven itself.