Chapter 3081: Seek Benevolence, Obtain Benevolence

The gaze of the Lingxu Saint Venerable was venomous; he struck the soft spot of the War Alliance in one blow. The Red General said: "Forget about Cangyan; with you as this hard bone, the Heavenly Demons cannot gnaw through; at the Treasure Tree King's place, there are also two True Immortals assisting; killing the Shen King is meaningless, it establishes no prestige; only assassinating Fu Shanlie is relatively easy, and it can still cause great trouble for the War Alliance."

She nodded: "However, Fu Shanlie never compromised until his death, which also counts as being a hero."

It is not easy for the Red General to speak praises, because Fu Shanlie was one of the generals who besieged Panlong City two hundred years ago, and there were life-and-death grievances between the two sides. Even these days, while both are within the War Alliance, they rarely speak directly to each other.

Until now, the person is dead and the grudge is gone.

"Regardless, first notify Fu Shanyue." He Lingchuan let out a long sigh, withdrew his long-distance divine power, and then sent someone to inform Fu Shanyue.

Fu Shanyue commanded a force of the Chiyan army himself and was also active on the front lines of Ansabao Fortress; just now he was busy and did not receive the domestic message.

He arrived shortly, within about fifteen minutes.

Before the person arrived, Fu Shanyue's voice entered the tent first: "Among the seven route armies, is it not my route that has slain the most enemies? Qiu Hu insists they have killed two hundred more than me; come judge for me."

"Judging can wait, first settle down." He Lingchuan pointed to the chair beside the table and said, "Sit down, do not get agitated."

Seeing his solemn expression, Fu Shanyue also unconsciously wiped away his smile and sat down heavily: "What happened?"

Informing of the death is what He Lingchuan is most unwilling to do.

"I just received the flying message: your father king was murdered in the palace tonight."

Fu Shanyue's expression froze instantly, but then he let out a snort.

"What? Impossible?" He even laughed: "That old undead saying he wants to die—how many years has it been? I think even if I died, he might not necessarily kick the bucket."

"I am not joking." He Lingchuan mercilessly shattered his fantasy: "It is absolutely certain, the Chiyan King has already been murdered."

"But..." Fu Shanyue's smile disappeared bit by bit.

He did not slam the table, nor did he shout loudly. He merely closed his eyes.

He Lingchuan noticed his cheeks were tightly tensed.

He was struggling to digest this news.

After a while, Fu Shanyue finally spoke, but his breath was unsteady: "Who? Who is the murderer?"

"The Great Heavenly Demon Pili Tian and Hulu Tian led over sixty heavenly gods, sneaked into the Chiyan King's palace, and carried out the assassination at the Tianyun Tower. Your father king fought bravely, battling until the last moment."

Actually led by two Great Heavenly Demons? Fu Shanyue murmured: "They really think highly of him."

His eye sockets reddened, and his voice was forced out from his throat.

Before he came, He Lingchuan had also prepared many words to comfort him, but now he could not utter them, only able to pat his shoulder and say:

"May you find peace in mourning."

Fu Shanyue could no longer sit still; he stood up and paced back and forth in the tent, like a trapped beast.

Seeing this, He Lingchuan said: "With the state in turmoil, you need not participate in tonight's great battle. I will send someone else to command the army in your place; you first..."

"No." Fu Shanyue shook his head violently: "Tonight's battle, I must fight! National grudge and family hatred, I must avenge!"

He looked at He Lingchuan, and said with a solemnity he had never shown in this life: "The old man had long suffered the Five Declines of Heaven and Man; his greatest fear was ending on a sickbed, dying like a frail old man. But he clung to life, firstly because the Heavenly Demons were not destroyed, and secondly, suicide would be too shameful. Now being able to die in battle against two Great Heavenly Demons also counts as..."

He could not continue speaking after this point.

It is best for Fu Shanyue to think this way; He Lingchuan took over and said: "Seek benevolence, and obtain benevolence."

"Exactly!" Fu Shanyue turned his head aside: "His lifespan was already exhausted; each extra day lived was a gain, only this news came somewhat suddenly."

He always cursed the "dead old man" in Fu Shanlie's presence, and had prepared himself for the dead old man to pass away at any moment.

When others asked him, he would only roll his eyes and say he wished for it.

But when the bad news truly arrived, he realized some things can never be prepared for.

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"The Chiyan state cannot go a day without a ruler. Your domestic senior officials have also jointly submitted a memorial, stating that the Chiyan King had previously left a last will, designating you to inherit the throne." This point is beyond dispute. He Lingchuan asked him: "From now on, you are the newly ascended Chiyan King. What are your plans next?"

Having just sent the bad news, immediately asking about one's plans, although insensitive, war has never cared for people's feelings.

Since Fu Shanyue chose to fight, even the time for grief is a luxury.

"Conceal the mourning." Fu Shanyue said without hesitation: "Block all information, including the front lines of Suoluo State, until after tonight's battle is over."

Tonight the Heavenly Demons descend; the Chiyan great army absolutely cannot have its morale shaken by an accident.

"Moreover, your father king last sent back a secret flying message, stating that the human-faced fruit he consumed had been tampered with beforehand. This matter, the senior officials around your father king have already begun investigating."

Fu Shanyue's finger joints cracked with a sound: "Once we find out that gang of traitorous spies, I will suck their blood dry!"

His mind became a bit clearer, and he suddenly recalled something: "By the way, where was Lingbao Immortal when my father king was murdered?"

He no longer called him the "dead old man."

"When he arrived, your father king was already beyond recall, and he was also blocked by Hulu Tian; after a great battle, both were wounded."

A True Immortal facing two Great Heavenly Demons is no easy feat; moreover, Lingbao Immortal is not known for combat, while the two Great Heavenly Demons opposite are both proficient in spatial divine arts.

From this arrangement, one can tell how strong the killing intent of the Void Saint Venerable is toward Fu Shanlie.

Fu Shanyue understood, took a deep breath, and said, "Then I'll return to the camp first."

"Good." He Lingchuan reminded him, "Several senior ministers in your country, who previously couldn't be reached, are now waiting for you."

Fu Shanyue strode out of the tent.

Between heaven and earth, the rain poured down heavily.

A few guards tried to follow, but he shook them off in just a few steps.

Fu Shanyue ran faster and faster without a word, until he passed a small hill, when he couldn't help but let out a long cry to the sky.

His family's old man finally passed away.

Rainwater struck his face and streamed down his cheeks.

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Half an hour later.

The third round of the War Alliance's attack on Ansah Fortress, perhaps also the last, began amidst the fierce cannon fire.

This time the progress was even faster, with the front lines continuously advancing toward the base of Ansah Fortress.

The soldiers of the War Alliance found it strange—after the enemy rested, they became even weaker!

After a brief rest, Ansah Fortress was left without reinforcements. Whether immortals, cultivators, or soldiers, after enduring several days of continuous, high-intensity combat and gaining a brief respite, their bodies and minds grew increasingly exhausted—Upper Dantian empty, lifting their arms weak, limbs heavy as if filled with lead, and once seated, they could not even stand up.