Chapter 327

Northern Border, deep in the grasslands.

A small team of cavalry galloped at full speed, like a pack of frost wolves, crossing the vast land, piercing through several defense lines of Western Jin and Northern Liao, heading north all the way.

In the middle of the night several days later, dozens of figures stealthily approached a magnificent golden tent; tens of thousands of Liao cavalry outside the tent were completely unaware. They suddenly rushed into the golden tent and pounced on a fat, tall, and sturdy man sleeping among more than a dozen women.

It was not until a sharp blade pierced his body that the man woke up from his drunken stupor, but everything was already too late.

A moment later, a youth covered in blood walked out of the golden tent carrying a human head, raised his head to howl at the moon, and boundless momentum erupted within his body, transforming into a giant wolf a thousand zhang tall!

The giant wolf leaped up, stepped into the void, and rushed into the full moon all the way. A distinct silver rim actually appeared on the full moon in the sky!

The youth's howling grew louder and louder, spreading further and further, until it spread across a thousand li. Thus, all the tribes at the western foot of the Sacred Mountain knew that their Great Khan had returned from the kingdom of death!

When the youth stopped howling, the surrounding area was already filled with kneeling tribespeople. He walked into the golden tent again, rummaged through the usurper's collection, and finally found a skull inlaid with countless treasures. The skull was nearly transparent, and there was actually a tiny true dragon wandering inside.

The youth held the skull and stared at the true dragon wandering inside. Although the little dragon was only the size of a little finger, it had both whiskers and a tail, and it looked exactly like a true dragon.

Beside the youth, an old shaman who looked as if he could die at any moment appeared, as well as a woman who was a head taller than the average Liao man. The woman's whole body was full of power, and three gold rings were nailed to one side of her nose.

Her eyes had no pupils, but were a solid, uniform silver-white.

The old shaman said slowly: "True dragon energy has already been nurtured inside this; are you really going to give it to those people of the Southern Dynasty?"

The youth's eyes revealed astonishing brilliance, and he said: "The true dragons of the human race were all slaughtered by our ancestors; why fear a little bit of dragon energy? As the successor of the Silver Moon Khan Tent, I must do what I promised!"

He handed the crystal skull to the silver-eyed woman and said: "Give this to that King of the Southern Dynasty and say that my promise has been fulfilled. Tell him to be prepared; it won't be long before I personally take this item back from his palace, along with all his concubines and daughters!"

Outside Yingdu City, Jin Gang Zen Temple.

The Prince of Jin stood before a pool with a gold and jade railing, looking at the full moon in the sky, wondering what he was thinking. Tonight's moonlight was exceptionally cold, as if it had coated the earth with a layer of silver frost.

The space in front of him suddenly rippled like water, and the silver-eyed Liao woman walked out from within. She walked right up to the Prince of Jin, bowed slightly, looked into the Prince of Jin's eyes, twitched her nose, and said in a somewhat awkward voice: "So... dirty..."

She seemed to have not spoken for a long time; her tone was stiff, and her voice was also very blurry: "The Great Khan asked me to give this to you. He said that he will soon take it back personally, along with all your women, from your palace!"

The Prince of Jin took the crystal skull and said indifferently: "Our ancestors have established the nation for a thousand years; it will certainly not perish in my hands. Since your master has finally managed to come back to life, let him hide well in the north; that way he can still linger on for a few more years."

Killing intent flared in the Liao woman's eyes, and she said in a stiff tone: "I've changed my mind; I want to take your head back right now!"

Several shining, sharp long claws suddenly extended from her hands, and at the same time, the surrounding imagery changed instantly, from the extremely luxurious Jin Gang Zen Temple to a snowy forest in the Northern Border; a mountain covered in ice and snow in the distance was strikingly one of the nine Sacred Mountains of Northern Liao.

The Prince of Jin stood between the mountains and rivers of the Northern Border, instantly targeted by the entire heaven and earth; let alone counterattacking, he couldn't even move a single finger. This woman had actually reached the realm of external manifestation of the Mind-Reflection World; in this world she manifested, she was the only immortal god!

The woman grabbed at the Prince of Jin's throat, and the blades on her fingers could easily cut off the Prince of Jin's head.

Several strands of green hair appeared from nowhere and wrapped around her hands and blades. The silver-eyed Liao woman had already clenched her fists at this moment, but the blades remained where they were.

The green hair had cut off all her fingers before she knew it!

The Liao woman turned her head abruptly, only to see a green-eyed woman appear in her Mind-Reflection World, walking gracefully through the snowy forest. The Mind-Reflection World actually had no effect on her at all.

The woman had a head of green hair, hanging down to the ground like a waterfall.

The hair after landing seemed to have a life of its own, quickly winding over, crossing a distance of a thousand or ten thousand zhang, and wrapping around the Northern Liao woman.

With a retraction of the green silk, the Northern Liao woman's body was cut into countless fragments, and only a human head fell, landing just right in the green-eyed woman's hands.

Countless green silk strands were retracted and disappeared, and the green-eyed woman turned back into a bald woman. She looked at the head in her hand; that face still retained the final shock and fear.

"This thing is useless; send it back." She drew a line in front of her, the space rippled, and then she threw the head inside.

In front of the golden tent in the Northern Border, the Liao woman's head appeared abruptly and fell in front of the youth!

The youth's expression changed drastically, his hair and beard flew up slowly, gradually turning silver! His eyes burned with fire, and he suddenly pointed to the sky; a phantom of the full moon immediately fell from the full moon in the sky and descended into his body.

The youth drew the curved blade at his waist and slashed forward fiercely, slashing out a blade light like a raging tide! The blade light traveled several zhang forward and suddenly disappeared into the air.

At the same moment, a surging ten-thousand-zhang blade light appeared in the Mind-Reflection World that had not yet dissipated, spanning the entire sky, splitting into two paths, one slashing toward the green-eyed woman, and one slashing toward the Prince of Jin!

The green-eyed woman said calmly: "The medicinal primer has been collected; we are even, please return."

She extended her finger in a flower-pinching gesture, a dim green light suddenly lit up on her fingertip, and she flicked her finger. With one flick, a long blade suddenly appeared in front of her, and this flick landed exactly on the tip of the blade!

Thus, the blade light filling the sky dissipated cleanly, the Mind-Reflection World of the Sacred Mountain snowy forest finally shattered, and the Jin Gang Zen Temple reappeared.

The green-eyed woman reached out and grabbed into the void; all the countless tiny corpse fragments and blood of the Northern Liao woman flew into her hand, transforming into a pill as clean as jade, with two scarlet blood patterns on the pill, actually wandering slowly. She handed the pill to the Prince of Jin and said: "It's time for morning class."

The Prince of Jin took the pill, glanced at the full moon with the distinct silver rim in the sky, and turned to follow the green-eyed woman back to the main hall.

In the gold and jade pool, a lotus flower suddenly bloomed under the moon; the lotus petals were black.

Qingming Domain.

Wei Yuan stared at the sand table in front of him, having watched it for a full hour.

In the center of the sand table was Wucheng, and at this time, the domain boundary was still ninety li away from Wucheng. Wucheng on the sand table was very detailed, even including many small details that could not be seen outside the city.

In the past hour, Wei Yuan had simulated attacks on Wucheng dozens of times in his consciousness, with different plans each time.

However, Wei Yuan was still very dissatisfied with the reaction of the Shaman tribe in the simulation. Only after simulating the siege did Wei Yuan discover that he still knew very little about the Shaman tribe in the city at this moment, especially regarding intelligence about the Great Shamans.

However, wanting to know the strength of the Shaman tribe was also very simple; Wei Yuan left his residence, went to find Yu Zhizhuo, and retrieved several steel cylinders from the warehouse, mounting them on the projectile array.

This time Wei Yuan operated it himself; the steel cylinders were discovered after flying several dozen li away from Wucheng, and several extremely fierce attacks immediately rose from Wucheng to intercept them. Obviously, the experience of being bombed last time made the group of Great Shamans remember it vividly, and at this moment they dared not be negligent; as soon as they discovered the steel cylinders, they intercepted them with all their might.

The copper cylinders tried their best to dodge, but after flying more than ten li, they were still destroyed by a blood-colored blade light. The blade light split the steel cylinder in two, and it was empty inside; this one was just an empty cylinder and was not loaded with explosives.

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Immediately following, a second steel cylinder was shot over; the Great Shamans continued to intercept, but this time the steel cylinder suddenly exploded in the air, scattering all the surrounding blade light and sword energy. Several Great Shamans in the city groaned, quite painfully.

In the aftermath of the explosion, another steel cylinder passed through the smoke silently and flew over Wucheng; Wucheng was suddenly in a state of chaos, with civilians and ordinary soldiers fleeing everywhere, looking for shelter. Subsequently, a purple lightning bolt rose from the altar and blew up the steel cylinder.

Through this round of probing, Wei Yuan knew that there were four Great Shamans in Wucheng, one of whom endured until the very end before making a move, and was weaker than the original Yanxin.

If it was just this kind of defense, then there was a good chance. However, Wei Yuan decided to pressure the Shaman tribe again to see what other trump cards they had. Thus, he released his control over the domain, and the Qingming Domain began to expand rapidly, pressing toward Wucheng at a speed of ten li per day.

Since Wei Yuan attained the middle stage of Dao Foundation, the nourishment of Qingming also improved accordingly; now it could actually cover more than two hundred li, just enough to cover Wucheng.

After applying pressure to Wucheng, Wei Yuan followed Yu Zhizhuo to the Weapon Forging Workshop to take a look at the newly improved steel cylinder shells.

The scale of the Weapon Forging Workshop at this time was several times larger than the beginning, and four large furnaces were set up in the workshop, producing more than twenty thousand jin of molten iron daily. Around each large furnace sat four Dao Foundation monks who had cultivated the Immortal Sword False Sun, and at this moment they were concentrating on polishing their Dao Foundations and advancing their cultivation.

Wei Yuan unexpectedly saw Ren Suxing.

At this moment, he was holding a breastplate that had just been hammered out, checking it with his spiritual sense, and seeing that there were no problems, he threw it into the cargo box beside him. With his cultivation at the perfection of Dao Foundation, a sweep of his spiritual sense could find the smallest flaws. He held a red-hot small hammer in his hand, fixing small problems directly, and those that couldn't be fixed were thrown into the scrap pile, waiting to be re-forged.

Ren Suxing's cultivation was profound, and each breastplate stayed in his hands for no more than three breaths; one person could take care of almost all the iron forging machines.

"Why is he here?" Wei Yuan asked.

"Originally he was going to forge iron, but he is not a fire-attribute Dao Foundation, but his spiritual sense is quite good, so I let him inspect the breastplates; he has been doing it for a while now. Haha, after having him, the output has increased quite a bit."

Although Wei Yuan was puzzled as to why Ren Suxing was willing to do this kind of basic and repetitive work, it was a good thing that he was willing to do it, so he didn't say anything, followed Yu Zhizhuo into the warehouse, and inspected all the newly made shells. Yu Zhizhuo was worthy of being a high-level cultivator of the Heavenly Craft Hall, and having been influenced by Sun Yu, the new shells had risen to a new level in terms of being sinister and vicious.

A moment later, Wei Yuan walked out of the warehouse and immediately summoned the monks of the Grand Void Gate to discuss matters.

After everyone arrived, Wei Yuan said: "Although the Senior Sister hasn't returned yet, the opportunity is fleeting and we cannot wait any longer. Time waits for no one; reorganize the army today, and attack Wucheng tomorrow!"

Immediately following, Wei Yuan spoke eloquently about Wucheng on the sand table, detailing the attack plan, fully experiencing the joy of armchair strategy and meetings.

In the domain, Fei Yutong and a Senior Brother from the Tianqing Hall were discussing some difficulties in cultivation under the sunset. That Senior Brother suddenly looked toward the main peak, and Fei Yutong also looked over, seeing several rays of light flying to various parts of the domain.

Fei Yutong said: "I wonder what major event is being discussed again."

That Senior Brother gave a 'heh' and said: "Only those from the Grand Void Gate can discuss matters. But not to mention others, Cui Yu, Wang Yu, and Xu Yi only arrived a little earlier than us, and their cultivation is about the same as ours. They can participate in every discussion, while we have been here for so long and have never participated once. Looking at it this way, we have become outsiders instead! I don't know if the Great Domain Lord Wei really considers us as fellow disciples."

Fei Yutong didn't think so much, saying: "Senior Brother Wei must have his own considerations, and we indeed still need to be tempered."

That Senior Brother said: "The domain belongs to the Tianqing Hall, not just his alone."

(End of chapter)