Chapter 1097

The specifications were not entirely complete, but the scale was no less than any previous heavenly sacrifice, and the heavenly sacrifice ended.

It seemed that everyone had gained quite a bit.

Chen Wuji had slightly overturned his previous understanding, and Yu Yu Daozhang also witnessed some other things.

The most intense reaction came from

Chen Wuji's strategists, military officers, and soldiers under his command.

Everyone saw the golden light that descended from the heavens and fell straight onto the summit of Qiumo Feng.

In the few days after the heavenly sacrifice ended, the four characters "Mandate of Heaven" became the core of private discussion among everyone.

From the strategists down to the soldiers, everyone had already begun to consider their future lives.

The lethal power of these four characters, "Dragon's Merit," has been extremely formidable from ancient times to the present.

Chen Wuji did not join everyone in excitement; since raising his army, this has always been his goal—before, it was a restless urge, but now it is utterly resolute.

Being the goal, naturally there is no talk of great excitement.

Receiving heavenly aid is fortunate, but it cannot be treated as capital.

During the days descending the mountain, he kept Yu Yu Daozhang seated while discussing the Dao.

Chatting with this old Daoist was very interesting—deep yet amusing.

Sometimes a single joy could lead to chatting for half a day; if not for the fact that meals did not require them to cook themselves, they might even have forgotten to eat.

On the fourth day after the heavenly sacrifice ended, Chen Wuji finally met the disciple that Yu Yu Daozhang wished to entrust to him.

A young Daoist with a carefree demeanor, full of unrestrained bearing, named Qingwei.

His appearance and bearing instantly reminded Chen Wuji of two people: one was his beloved kin and close friend, now governing Nan Jun, Qin Feng.

The other was Wang Ye!

If Qingwei and Qin Feng were brought together, they would surely have many common topics.

"Daozhang, are there any secrets in this mountain?" Chen Wuji asked curiously.

As far as he knew, Qingwei had already been staying in the mountain for five days.

"Do not hide it, Marquis, there really is a little secret; let Qingwei explain it himself." Yu Yu Daozhang threw a few pieces of firewood into the tea stove, then said.

Daozhang has recently taken a liking to Chen Wuji's red clay small tea stove; what is bubbling in the stove now is his fifth pot of tea today, the pace so fast that Chen Wuji can barely keep up.

Qingwei bowed with clasped hands, "Marquis, it is said that the Huihe people have set up a formation in this mountain, damaging the local terrain and feng shui; the poor Dao went to inspect it."

"Do the Huihe people even understand this? Is there such a thing?"

"Yes. However, their skill is indeed somewhat lacking, but the effect still exists to some extent."

Chen Wuji immediately became interested, "You mean, the Huihe people intend to turn our things into theirs in this way?"

In this world, he himself is a truly unique existence, so he naturally harbors a curiosity toward these hidden and mysterious matters.

If he has free time, Chen Wuji very much wants to clarify exactly what this is all about.

"Exactly so!" Qingwei said.

"Although they have achieved their goals in recent years, their actual connection to the mountain's formation is not strong; more important is human affairs. Our resolve to defend the land is weak, while the Huihe people urgently desire our land to achieve the purpose of expanding territory and splitting the earth."

Chen Wuji slightly nodded; he agreed with this, but it was not what he wanted to hear.

"Marquis, based on your words, does the formation in this mountain actually have no use?"

"Marquis, it is still useful." Qingwei suddenly felt embarrassed, "Let the poor Dao think how to explain this to the Marquis."

His gaze swept around, finally settling on the peachwood sword on Yu Yu Daozhang's back, "Marquis, the formation in the mountain is like my Master's sword on his back—the wooden sword itself has limited power; it is merely a sword, a tool. But when this sword is in my Master's hand, it can unleash power far beyond its own, becoming a chilling blade."

"The formation on Buzhou Shan is roughly similar—this tool itself is not formidable, and the one who laid the formation has limited strength. Such a formation, if encountered by someone like my Master who can skillfully utilize it, would likely become a trouble on your western campaign, Marquis."

"But fortunately, the one in charge of this formation has not made good use of it, and even seems to show some signs of neglect."

Chen Wuji laughed, "You have to give an example while also flattering your Master—no easy task for you."

Qingwei stood with a smile, offering no explanation.

"Good, I finally understand what you mean—can it now be resolved?" Chen Wuji asked.

Qingwei nodded, "Replying to Marquis, it has been properly handled; the poor Dao has additionally arranged some minor measures, which can slightly increase the spiritual qi of Buzhou Shan."

Chen Wuji merely nodded, without asking what formation he had set up or what effect it had, then turned to Yu Yu Daozhang and asked, "Daozhang, are you willing to entrust such a talented disciple to me?"

"An unworthy fellow, entrusted to Marquis for proper training and discipline." Yu Yu Daozhang said.

Chen Wuji straightened his expression, "Daozhang should know that doing things here involves considerable karma, especially when dealing with foreign tribes and barbarians—my methods have never been merciful, and I also do not intend to change this view in the future."

"Dynastic change is the inevitable way of Heaven; on this land, there has never been a shortage of warfare. But fighting to the death ourselves, at least we have a bottom line, and killing also has its limits."

"Yet these foreign tribes regard our Zhongyuan people as livestock, as their rations—this I cannot tolerate. Our Zhongyuan people have long suffered under foreign tribes; what the ancients wished to do but failed to achieve, I wish to try!"

Yu Yu Daozhang slightly bowed with clasped hands, "Marquis, your words are not only clear in my heart, but I wholeheartedly agree!"

"Marquis bears this great karma upon his person of ten thousand chariots, disregarding this ancient infamy—what does this young man have to fear? Qingwei has some knowledge of military strategy and has also learned a little of the superficial arts of vertical and horizontal alliances; Marquis, wherever you think he should be placed, let him be there."

"The Daoist Sect does not prohibit killing; there has never been a saying that laying down the butcher's knife leads to instant enlightenment; we are not like those bald-headed ones!"

Qingwei listened quietly from the side, his expression calm and composed, neither arrogant nor humble.

"Thus, I have it clear in my heart!" Chen Wuji said.

Actually, saying is one thing, but deciding where to place Qingwei, he still feels somewhat uncertain.

He does not know what else Qingwei excels at besides Daoist arts.

After a little thought, Chen Wuji raised the question to Qingwei: "I will certainly give Yu Yu Daozhang his due respect—if you wish to go somewhere, feel free to say so; you propose, I will seal it, for a period of three months; if you prove capable, we can discuss further; if not, then speak his words."

"Replying to Marquis, the poor Dao would rather be a fireman." Qingwei said.

Upon hearing this, Chen Wuji's mind momentarily short-circuited; he even thought his ears had malfunctioned, "You said fireman?!"