Chapter 843: Anomalies Rise Again

Bao Guanjie asked the big man: "You look unfamiliar, how should I address you?" "Lezheng."

Lezheng was not a name, but a surname.

He still kept a heart. After all, western Yuan was a remote border area, far from the northwest front line; how many people could recognize him? Unfortunately, he met He Chunhua.

Although he didn't say his real name, He Chunhua immediately remembered that there was a fierce general under the Grand Marshal who had suppressed the rebel army two and a half years ago, and last year had fought back and forth with the Yuan general Wu Di; this person was called Lezheng Qing! It seemed that the information Ling Jinbao gave was correct.

The Grand Marshal sent Lezheng Qing to rush to the Panlong Desert, which showed his desire for the Great Fang Hu.

But conversely, in this situation where a good general was hard to find, if Lezheng Qing could be removed, the Grand Marshal's power would inevitably be reduced.

Thinking of this, He Chunhua didn't say a word and turned to walk toward the temple.

The meaning was very clear; he intended to watch from the sidelines.

Zhang Lianhai laughed: "Those who know the times are heroes."

Bao Guanjie's face was as dark as water.

He Chunhua had the most men; if he refused to join forces, their side would be at a disadvantage against the Tiangong.

Fortunately, Lezheng Qing had already spoken: "Please move aside."

The lamp spirit turned into a two-headed snake, hissing at him. Zhang Lianhai said indifferently: "Defeat us, and then you can enter."

There was an open space in the temple, and the Heishuicheng army guarded the four sides, and the He father and son walked in.

The outer wall had long since collapsed, and from here, one could see the situation by the pool directly.

Bao Guanjie and Lezheng Qing seemed to reach a consensus, leading their teams to move to both sides of the Tiangong team at the same time.

Zhang Lianhai's expression also became heavy.

The greed of these guys for the supreme treasure had already exceeded their awe of the Tiangong!

Must give them some color to see.

In the previous battle of Heishuicheng, all factions were just soy-sauce-making, and no one had shown their trump card skills.

He Lingchuan really wanted to see what they had to rely on.

He Chunhua crossed his arms and asked: "Look, do they really dare to make a move against the Tiangong?"

"Otherwise, how can they report back? Everyone is here with a mission. Being someone else's subordinate, you only need to be responsible to your superiors; who cares if there's a flood behind you?" He Lingchuan pointed again, "Look, someone else is coming. Tonight is truly lively."

In the shadows of the buildings, over a hundred people actually rushed out! He Chunhua took a closer look and couldn't help but laugh or cry.

Judging from the armor and weapons, these were actually Andong people!

Yes, on the night Liao Shan attacked Heishuicheng, the Panlong ruins emitted red light for the first time. Therefore, Liao Shan took the opportunity to assign a team to come to the ruins to seize the treasure.

He Chunhua had almost forgotten about this, not expecting the Andong people to have not left yet.

He Lingchuan calculated in his heart. Tonight, the Panlong ruins had actually gathered the Tiangong, Baling, Grand Marshal, Andong people, and He Chunhua—these few factions. If he counted himself as another faction, that made seven teams, all here for the Great Fang Hu.

And this was just what he saw. Panlong Ancient City was so big; who knew if other factions were hiding in the city? Eight or nine out of ten, there were.

"Old man, what do you think?" He Lingchuan asked, "Can the Tiangong hold it?"

He had to divert He Chunhua's attention to ensure he didn't have the space to perform divine arts.

"Hard to say if the Andong people also enter the field." The Andong people were numerous, second only to the Heishuicheng army; if they united with the Baling people and the Grand Marshal, the three families combined would have nearly three hundred people. "And we are still waiting on the side; even if we don't make a move, the Tiangong will be wary."

The He father and son were just retreating to the temple, only ten or so zhang away from the water pool. If these four families fought to the death, who knew if the Heishuicheng army wouldn't come out to reap the benefits?

Zhang Lianhai's threat rang in their ears, and He Chunhua's brows frowned slightly.

The Tiangong's obsession with the Great Fang Hu was so strong?

If he seized the Great Fang Hu, would he be an enemy of the Tiangong?

Others thinking of this might retreat. But He Chunhua instead wanted to stay even more.

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He laughed: "Once the rear camp is on fire, the vanguard will surely fall into chaos. When that happens, we will attack from front and back and crush the Andong people."

Under these circumstances, how could the Tiangong possibly send just a few attendants into the red light to fool around? Based on his understanding of the Tiangong, even if they didn't send their entire force, they would at least be secretly brewing something sinister.

Hiss, could it really be as he imagined? He Lingchuan suddenly felt a bit worried.

He Chunhua suddenly reached into his storage ring, pulled out a die, and tossed it onto the ground.

This die had a base color of red gold, and its six sides all had different colors and patterns. He Lingchuan even saw that one side was pitch black, with a pattern that looked like the head of an evil ghost, grinning at people with bared fangs.

The die rolled around on the ground a couple of times.

Both father and son wanted to see which side would face up when it stopped, but it got stuck in a crevice in the stone, standing upright on its edge!

"Ah, this?" This meant it didn't count; the Young Master He had gambled plenty, so he understood at a glance.

He Chunhua's expression grew even darker. This die was a tool for divination, with its six sides representing six different answers, including auspicious, ominous, very auspicious, very ominous, mediocre, and a blank side—which represented the unpredictable.

He had thought the worst result would be rolling a blank side, but who would have thought that none of the six sides could be rolled at all!

Was this the work of the force interfering with the red thread on his wrist? He Chunhua subconsciously looked up at the red pillar of light.

Rolling multiple times was useless; when divining the same question, only the first throw was valid.

He Lingchuan asked curiously, "What kind of treasure is this?"

"This die can divine good or bad fortune in the short term." He Chunhua wanted to lean down to pick it up, but unexpectedly, his eldest son was faster than him and scooped it up in his hand.

"With this treasure, why didn't you take it out before, Dad?" He Lingchuan gripped the die, turning it over and over to play with it.

"I obtained it unintentionally recently." He Chunhua pulled a smile to the corner of his mouth. "Chuan'er, you should try it too. In these Panlong ruins, our fates are linked. If I can't measure it, it would be good for you to point out a direction."

"Alright." He Lingchuan's heart stirred, and he tossed the die casually.

Rolling along, this thing spun twice on the ground and didn't get stuck again.

Everyone was curious and gathered around to look: the blank side was facing up.

This side was white, with no patterns at all.

"What does this mean?"

He Chunhua's brows were almost twisted into a line: "Indeterminate."

There is no fixed outcome; it cannot divine good or bad fortune.

He Lingchuan seemed to breathe a sigh of relief: "As long as it's not an ominous sign!"

When He Chunhua took out the die, he had been startled. Naluo Heaven claimed to be the God of Fate, and this die looked like a little prop it had given to He Chunhua.

If He Chunhua had actually divined something, then...

Fortunately, fortunately.

By the side of the pool, the three forces other than the Tiangong were constantly exchanging secret glances.

The focus of Zhang Lianhai's vigilance was, of course, the Baling people.

Bao Guanjie was talking incessantly, constantly trying to persuade him to give way, as if he didn't see the refusal all over Zhang Lianhai's face.

They still wanted to try one more time, or several more times.

This also indirectly showed that Baling was truly unwilling to provoke Beijia.

"Too dawdling, do they want to drag this out until dawn?" He Lingchuan secretly gestured to Qiu Hu and pointed at the pool, meaning "Light a fire for them."

He had to muddy the waters as soon as possible.

Qiu Hu understood; he put his hands behind his back and formed a seal, and a tiny mud snake crawled out from a crack by the pool. It was shorter than a chopstick and entirely earth-yellow, almost blending in with the sand and soil.

The barrier set up by the Tiangong attendants was meant to defend against the outside; who would have expected a snake to crawl out from under the pool altar behind them?

As soon as it came out, it rushed straight at the Tiangong attendant and bit him on the ankle! The attendant let out a loud "Ouch!"

His magic staff had been pointed outward, and his spirit was tightly coiled; startled like this, the accumulated magic power was unleashed.

"Bang," the fireball nearly hit an Andong person.

At the same time, the mud snake collapsed and turned back into a lump of mud.

This move of destroying the evidence was also played beautifully. He Lingchuan cast an approving look at Qiu Hu.

The situation by the pool was already tense; how could it withstand such provocation? The Tiangong suddenly made a move, and the remaining three parties immediately counterattacked.

In an instant, magic and arrows were flying everywhere.

Bao Guanjie and the Andong people joined forces to contain the lamp spirit, while Le Zhengqing seized the opportunity to pounce straight at Zhang Lianhai.

To catch the bandits, first catch the ringleader; once the man surnamed Zhang was controlled, everything would be easy to handle.

Things having reached this point, he hadn't even thought about hacking him to death with one blow.

Zhang Lianhai dodged and suddenly shouted, "How about General He joins forces with me? You can lead your army in completely!"

He Chunhua was hiding in the temple with two or three hundred elites; no matter which side he joined, the scales of victory would likely tip immediately.

With Zhang Lianhai's shout, the expressions of the other three forces all changed.

He Chunhua, however, stood with his hands behind his back, not making a sound.

The strongest and most difficult to deal with in the field was the Tiangong faction. If his side helped the Tiangong, even if they could enter the pool, they might not be able to seize the Great Fang Hu in the end.

It would be better to knock the strongest out first; then the remaining parties would still have hope.

He chose to stand by and watch, which greatly reassured the other three parties, and their attacks became even more ferocious.

Zhang Lianhai said angrily, "The Tiangong is determined to obtain the treasures in the ruins! If you dare to come and snatch them, you will face the end of having your clans and nations destroyed!"

His opponents heard this, paused for a moment, and continued their attack.

The Tiangong's threat was deafening, and their hearts all trembled. But they could not stop, because everyone present, except for He Chunhua, was acting under orders.

Their superiors wanted them to seize the treasure, and they were supposed to report back that the Tiangong wanted it, so they should just hand it over? How could that be! Whatever their superiors wanted them to do, they just had to do it.

As for how the Tiangong would retaliate, that was a matter for later. Since they had already made a move, they were no longer afraid of offending anyone.

Moreover, the lamp spirit was truly difficult to deal with; the opposing side joined forces to attack, yet it still instantly killed four people. Seeing it so fierce, who would dare to hold back? In just a few dozen breaths, the Tiangong team lost three people, the Baling Nation and the Andong people both lost six, and Le Zhengqing's men were more reserved, with only three dead and four injured.

He Chunhua also heard Zhang Lianhai's threat, his brows slightly furrowed.

Was the Tiangong's obsession with the Great Fang Hu that strong?

If he seized the Great Fang Hu, would he become an enemy of the Tiangong?

Others might shrink back at this thought. But He Chunhua, on the contrary, wanted to stay even more.

(End of chapter)