Chapter 2700

Besides, the Red General's safety—does that also mean no divine descent occurred before Lady Lady Lady Mitian's death?

Then Lady Lady Lady Mitian's demise itself probably has little to do with Panlong. The celestial realm is complex and unfathomable to humans—who knows what terrible misfortune befell Lady Lady Lady Mitian?

He Lingchuan sighed again:

"I think, after eliminating all impossibilities, whatever remains, no matter how far-fetched, must be close to the truth."

The remaining deduction? Are you referring to Lingxu Shengzun?

Fushanlie didn't want to press further either, stretching lazily: "Anything else?"

"Yes."

Hearing this, Fushanlie's heart jolted. What other explosive news does this guy have?

But then He Lingchuan continued:

"Why did the King of Bolang send the Crown Prince to the front lines personally?"

"……" Fushanlie scratched his chin, annoyed: "Why didn't you just chop off his head directly?"

When he saw Lord Zhongsun Peng's severed head, he was speechless for half a day, unsure how to explain it to Bolang State.

The He family has always loved giving him difficult problems.

"Long time no see—I shouldn't come empty-handed." He Lingchuan smiled faintly. "That would be rude."

Fushanlie irritably let out a quiet sigh before saying:

"Lord Zhongsun Peng has been increasingly at odds with the Bolang monarch lately; rumors have long circulated that the Bolang King wants to replace the Crown Prince. I heard—just heard, mind you, unverified—that Lord Zhongsun Peng was involved with several of his father's minor consorts, and by the time the Bolang King found out, it was too late—some of his children might actually be his grandchildren."

"In his rage, did he just throw his eldest son onto the battlefield?" Palace gossip, no matter when you hear it, always sounds explosive.

"Perhaps." Fushanlie spoke vaguely, "As far as I know, the Bolang King's several children have recently disappeared from public view, and no one has heard from them, so—"

He shrugged: "As for Lord Zhongsun Peng, I did my best to look after him—who knew I'd run into a monster like you?"

Regardless of the Bolang King's motives for sending his eldest son into the Between Between Between Beijia army, Lord Zhongsun Peng is ultimately the Crown Prince of the Fan Yao State, and as commander, Fushanlie must consider his lineage and influence. Thus, he had Huoye Chan draw the Panlong army's fire while Lord Zhongsun Peng operated as a surprise force to seize the Luo Source.

To be honest, although Lord Zhongsun Peng was also on the front lines and in the vanguard, the target Luo Source is merely a small town, the march route is concealed, and there's no direct confrontation with hardened troops. Fushanlie calculated the risk and found it not particularly high, which is why he ordered Lord Zhongsun Peng to proceed.

Who would have thought Lord Zhongsun Peng's luck would be so terrible—he ran headlong into the Tiger Wing General, that harbinger of doom!

This ill news transmitted to Between Between Between Beijia; although the battlefield is blind and Lingxu City and Bolang State may not necessarily blame Fushanlie harshly, on his personal record, it's certainly not a glorious entry.

"Anything else?"

"No." He Lingchuan finally said, "This time, truly nothing left."

Fushanlie quickly stood up: "Then let's return—continue the battle tomorrow! Don't think that because you gave me the formula, I'll go easy on you in the ensuing fights."

"No need." He Lingchuan laughed heartily, lifted the wine cup on the table, and drained it in one gulp: "I've always respected you as a hero. When you leave, I will surely see you off with joy."

When you leave? Fushanlie eyed him suspiciously, turned, and strode off in large steps.

Not wanting to ask further, heart weary.

……

The meeting concluded pleasantly, and both commanders returned to their respective camps.

Fushanlie entered his own military tent, drove everyone out, sat down, and pondered deeply for a long while.

The secret entrusted by the Tiger Wing General is still profoundly shocking. Fushanlie must untangle the causalities and consequences here with clarity and thoroughness.

The evening wind blew over, carrying the clamor from not far away. Fushanlie's sense of smell is a hundred times sharper than ordinary people's; he can even smell the bloody odor drifting from the wounded soldiers' camp, stronger than usual.

Then he drove everyone out of the military tent, fastened the tent flap, and set up two barriers in succession.

He personally inspected his own tent to ensure no eavesdropping divine abilities or creatures were present, then took out a scale about half a palm in size from his bosom.

This scale resembles a crocodile's scale armor, oval-shaped, deep red, and reflects light under candlelight.

Fushanlie stared at it for a long while, then struck his palm down, made up his mind, and ignited a pinch of true fire at his fingertip.

With a whoosh, the scale actually caught fire.

Fushanlie placed it into the basin.

The firelight flared up with a hiss, the air above the basin was scorched and twisted by the flames, and indeed, a faint image appeared.

It was a red shadow, standing upright proudly, resembling a snake yet also a flood dragon.

The firelight flickered, so the image wavered, not very clear, but the sound transmitted from the fire basin was very clear:

"You have activated the fire scale—is there urgent business?"

Its voice was solemn and deep; Fushanlie had already knelt down at the first moment:

"Ten thousand fires urgent! Your Majesty, this matter is extremely secret!"

He was very respectful, yet also decisive.

The being connected to Fushanlie via the fire scale is none other than the Between Between Between Beijia Demon Emperor!

At this time, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth has not yet recovered to ancient density; the Flood Dragon King's long-distance communication method is limited—the "water scale" call range is limited to over three hundred li, reusable, whereas the "fire scale" has no specific distance limit, but each scale can be used only once, and the communication quality is also affected.

But this has an advantage: it is secret and timely.

The Demon Emperor clearly understands Fushanlie's nature—when he says something is urgent or confidential, it is never baseless.

Therefore, the Demon Emperor hummed once, fell silent for a moment, likely driving away all attendants nearby, then spoke again:

"Speak."

Fushanlie secretly took a deep breath, then spoke softly:

"I just met with the Tiger Wing General of Panlong State, who produced a formula for the 'Qianchang' secret medicine……"

He took a full two ke and more to finish reporting the secret he had just obtained.

The Demon Emperor interrupted him several times midway, asking for details, and finally said: "Excellent, you have rendered great service!"

Regardless of whether these pieces of intelligence are true or false, Fushanlie's ability to report them promptly suffices to demonstrate his loyalty. He should clearly understand that the weight of this information is enough to be called earth-shattering—even if he went to report to the heavenly gods, he could earn rich rewards. Reporting to the Emperor, however, means dragging himself into a great political vortex.

Fushanlie immediately bowed his head and performed the salute: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for the commendation!"

Indeed, he has made a wise choice.

"Your merits, I will reward separately." The Demon Emperor paused, then said, "But in the near future, you must prepare to be withdrawn from the front lines at any moment."

Fu Shanlie was stunned, and abruptly raised his head: "Why…… may I ask, Your Majesty, why is this?"

This was an opportunity he had struggled to obtain with all his might, and he had been hoping to fully display his abilities on the front lines.

The shadow of the defeat at the Dragon River War had loomed over his head for several years, and he had originally hoped to defeat his old rival in the Wilderness War and wipe away the shame.

At this juncture, however, the Emperor wishes to have him withdrawn?

It is not that he looks down on others, but, at present, is there any general more suitable than Between Between Between Beijia for a frontal confrontation with the Tiger Wing General?