[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-investing-in-the-reborn-empress-she-actually-cal":3,"chapter-investing-in-the-reborn-empress-she-actually-cal-investing-in-the-reborn-empress-she-actually-cal-chapter-325":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Investing in the Reborn Empress, She Actually Calls Me ‘Husband’",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},596748,846,"Chapter 325: Fierce Battle","investing-in-the-reborn-empress-she-actually-cal-chapter-325",325,"\u003Cp>The distant echoes of Peking opera still lingered in Li Mo's ears. A biting wind whipped against his face, stirring the dark sea of enemy formations like ripples across a lake—each ripple a grotesque, flickering manifestation of savage totemic spirits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How did the next verse go?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His memory blurred. There was no time to dwell on it now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crash—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He charged headlong into the enemy ranks, the might of sixty armored battalions surging through him like divine power. His starlit staff swept forth a gale of force, instantly shredding dozens of warriors bolstered by totemic blessings into a crimson mist, until the assault was halted by the shield of a monstrous turtle totem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spray of blood still carried fading warmth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like the tip of a spear, he plunged deep into the carnage of flesh and steel, carving a path toward his target.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cacophony of shattering armor, dissolving flesh, and the roars of totemic spirits melded into chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Avenge the young chieftain!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was akin to an inner-realm martial master—though he had no inner realm of his own. Everything he was had been devoted to the totem spirit; the spirit was his inner realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a roar, he swung a long-handled golden mace, the force of the blow accompanied by the bellowing of the turtle totem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A deafening metallic crash shook the earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mace exploded into fragments under Li Mo's strike, the shards piercing dozens of rattan-armored warriors. Its wielder met the same fate as Helian Wu—even the turtle totem flickered violently, its form destabilized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The war colossi moved slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet now, four of them stood in his path, each distinct—a towering human-faced serpent, a fiery Zhu Yan, a calamity hound, and the blackwater turtle from before. They bolstered their clans' warriors while lumbering forward like mechanical titans, their massive forms descending like collapsing mountains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their targets weren't just Li Mo, but also the Ironwood Cavalry following him into the fray.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the cavalry fell, the battle formation empowering him would weaken. Then, even if he were at the Outer Scenery realm, he’d be overwhelmed by sheer numbers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Anchor the Mountains!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Mo’s cloud-steed kicked up mist, slowing the already sluggish turtle colossus further. The steed galloped up the titan’s pillar-like leg.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The force of the battle formation channeled through his weapon, and spiderweb cracks erupted across the ancient bronze. A shockwave burst forth, and the millennia-old colossus groaned before toppling like a felled peak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shattered remnants of its gathered faith—countless blackened souls—erupted in a wailing tide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Turtle Sovereign’s totem… shattered?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the command tent, the Beast Hall Master stood frozen, arms crossed, pupils trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even an Outer Scenery expert shouldn’t have been able to destroy a war colossus so easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had this brat truly harnessed the full might of thousands of cavalry in formation?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not just that.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Han Zhen’s blood-marked arm greedily drank in the battlefield’s carnage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ironwood Cavalry’s formation alone, amplified by the Song of Slaughter, shouldn’t have been enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was something else in that boy—a secret rivaling even the ancestral spirits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What is he trying to do?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Great Wind Clan’s totem spirit’s gaze flickered uneasily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as their colossi stood, sustained by the faith of their people, they were immortal. But if their idols were shattered, and no one remained to worship them…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blackwater Turtle had been on the verge of revival. Now, unless the Imperial Preceptor reforged its idol, it would fade forever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And if their colossi took a hit from that staff…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Han Zhen’s face darkened before he suddenly threw his head back in laughter, blood surging with each breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Him? A mere Observing Divinity realm warrior… charging through an army of thousands—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"—to kill me?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The faces of the disaster-beast avatars twisted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Han Zhen died—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who would gather the Great Shang’s fortune? Who would repair the Bronze Divine Tree?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many of them had been awakened by Han Zhen himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their eyes locked onto the figure in the distance—a lone beacon of unyielding battle-will, cutting through the black tide, unstoppable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bring me that boy’s head!\" Han Zhen snarled. \"I’ll drink to it!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The monstrous figures vanished into the temple’s shadows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Turtle God!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The warriors of the Helian clan howled in rage, throwing themselves forward with even greater frenzy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the remaining three colossi still loomed—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scorching heat seared Li Mo’s armor red-hot. Tendrils of blackened souls, remnants of shattered faith, coiled around him, only to be burned away by his battle-will and formation power, their shrieks piercing the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the clinging weight of the souls slowed him—a tactic unlike any martial technique he’d faced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t order the Ironwood Cavalry to retreat now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A charging rider only stops when dead or victorious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the city walls—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Rongyuan ballistae! Clear a path for the Commander and Young Master Li!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Lang roared, his bloodied hands gripping the bowstring of the last remaining ballista, muscles straining as he drew it back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Loose!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A storm of projectiles shrieked through the air, slamming into the totemic colossi with bursts of sparks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The attack didn’t destroy any of them, but it bought time—precious seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in that sliver of opportunity—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qu Sheng arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ironwood Commander wore no armor, only a white robe, yet he led the charge at the head of his cavalry, his spear carving through foes like a scythe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His forces had suffered heavy losses, warriors falling every moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his gaze was locked onto the nearest colossus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a kick, his snow-white steed, Treading Snow Dragon, shot forward like a fleeting shadow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hum—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A spear-light flashed across the battlefield, striking the Zhu Yan colossus’s ankle—its weak point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Groan—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bronze titan wailed as its leg buckled, its massive frame collapsing like a felled tree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The battlefield trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of a zither rang out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ironwood Cavalry shifted instantly, their formation transforming into overlapping scales—a coiling dragon of steel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Mo had only recently given Ying Bing the Black Scale Formation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet she hadn’t just mastered it—she’d improved it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dragon clashed against the human-faced serpent colossus, sparks flying as scales ground against bronze, the screech of metal on metal setting teeth on edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you dare break our lines, then stay!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The calamity hound colossus—the most intelligent of the four—spoke, its voice grating like rusted gears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had paused earlier, gathering something—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now its maw yawned open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flames spiraled from the inscriptions across its bronze body, converging into its throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air itself desiccated in an instant before a swirling dragon of fire erupted toward Li Mo.\u003C\u002Fp>",1101,"2026-05-30T17:19:00.270Z","2026-06-01T04:31:46.889Z",1,"novelbin.me","f7dfeafe811e32019a629c495fafc13d064a06c3a5d5974d693e4ca3d50e29cb","investing-in-the-reborn-empress-she-actually-cal-chapter-326","investing-in-the-reborn-empress-she-actually-cal-chapter-324",737,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Finvesting-in-the-reborn-empress-she-actually-cal-cover.jpg"]