Chapter 48: The Art of War is Deception

After instructing Yan Chixia, Lv Fang summoned the Qi Gate Flying Armor and cautiously headed east.

After leaving the desert region and traveling for another four hours.

"Woo—"

A mournful cry that pierced the soul made one's hair stand on end.

"That must be the Clan Luck Kun!"

Lv Fang hovered in mid-air, gazing into the distance. Above a cluster of scattered, chaotic stone pillars, a large and a small Clan Luck Kun were chasing each other in a circular path in the sky.

The Clan Luck Kun resembled a fish; besides being able to soar through the sky and emit cries that could be heard for ten thousand miles, it was no different from a giant fish.

The smaller one was several dozen zhang long; it was the human race's Clan Luck Kun.

The larger one was over a hundred zhang long; it was the Clan Luck Kun of the Demon and Barbarian races.

The large Clan Luck Kun was fiercely chasing and "devouring" the smaller one. At this rate, it would take at least a few days to completely consume the other.

Within a radius of several dozen miles around the stone pillars, there were faint traces of demonic Qi and Barbarian Sha, indicating that quite a few demons and barbarians had gathered there.

"There's still a chance!"

As soon as Lv Fang finished speaking, he had already bypassed the stone pillar area, intending to go to the rear to "provoke" them.

This way, he could draw the "heavy firepower" away for the others arriving later.

Once the front line was weakened, they could concentrate their strength to break through.

The art of war is deception; the way of using troops lies in constant change and the unexpected. If you intend to attack nearby, pretend to attack far away; if you intend to attack far away, pretend to attack nearby.

Having worked at an app company developing "Tang Poetry and Song Lyrics" and ancient book software in his past life, Lv Fang had read quite a few military treatises, and now he could finally put them to use!

In the east, atop a bald mountain over ten zhang high.

"Hahaha... Our Barbarian Clan Luck Kun is growing larger and larger. As long as we hold the perimeter and don't let the humans sneak close, sooner or later the human Clan Luck Kun will be devoured."

Aheng Sai finished speaking and picked up a roasted mountain goat leg to take a bite.

This barbarian was eight feet tall, had no nose, only two nostrils, and wore fire-red armor. A long-handled meteor hammer lay horizontally beside him. He was one of the guards of the Barbarian Prince, Chi Jue.

"If you ask me, we should let those demons guard it while we accompany the Prince onto the back of the Clan Luck Kun. I've heard that when the Clan Luck Kun 'Kun Falls,' the greater the contribution one makes, the more luck one receives."

Yecang gestured wildly as he spoke.

He wore the same style of fire-red armor and was over nine feet tall. A lump of flesh protruded from his forehead, and two battle axes were tucked into his waist.

"You expect that bunch of idiots to hold the line? Even the Prince doesn't trust them, which is why he specifically had you and me guard this place..."

Aheng Sai stood up abruptly, looking toward the east.

"Heh heh heh! Another blind human has snuck over. The last one was split in two by your axe, so this one should be my turn."

After speaking.

Crack!

Aheng Sai bent his knees and leaped with force. The mountain rocks beneath his feet crumbled, and he moved like a mountain ape, leaping over 33 meters at a time. Within a few jumps, he had vanished.

Yecang stomped his feet in frustration, looking as if he had been robbed of a good opportunity.

He wasn't worried about Aheng Sai's safety at all. As guards to a Barbarian Prince, their strength was definitely among the best in the same realm.

Let alone weak humans!

Even if they encountered demons who held an advantage in the same realm, they wouldn't fall behind in the slightest.

It wasn't that he was arrogant; it was simply a recognized fact.

Especially at lower realms, because of their powerful physiques, the Demon and Barbarian races held the most significant advantage.

"Haah!"

Yecang yawned and lay down nearby for a nap.

He and Aheng Sai weren't the only ones guarding this side; there were several demons and barbarians at the foot of the mountain, so he didn't need to keep a constant watch.

"Lord Yecang!"

A barbarian called out cautiously.

Yecang turned over, impatient. "What is it?"

The barbarian bowed slightly. "Lord Yecang, Lord Aheng Sai went to hunt down a human and has been gone for an hour. Could it be..."

"Get lost!"

Yecang waved his hand irritably.

Are you kidding?

With Aheng Sai's strength, nothing could possibly go wrong.

Perhaps he ran into other people while hunting the human, or encountered something attached to luck that delayed him for a while.

An hour passed!

Two hours passed!

A bright moon rose in the sky, accompanied by twinkling stars.

Yecang looked ahead with a complex expression. No matter how much confidence he had in Aheng Sai, being gone for so long made him feel uneasy.

Could it be...

Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

With Aheng Sai's strength, even if he couldn't win, he should at least have the ability to escape back.

"Prince?"

Yecang hurriedly took out a bone "Sound Transmission Talisman" from his beast bag. A low voice sounded: "Yecang, how are things on your side? Why doesn't Aheng Sai reply to my transmissions?"

"Prince, Aheng Sai..."

Yecang stammered, explaining what had happened.

He had sent a transmission to Aheng Sai before dark, but received no reply. He had assumed Aheng Sai was busy or traveling and hadn't noticed.

Soon!

The bone sound transmission talisman glowed, and Yecang hurriedly peered into the information within.

"Idiots! Why didn't you two act together? The Small Upper Realm is so dangerous. Arrogance and pride will only lead to your deaths! How can you protect me like this? You... go carefully and investigate. Remember, safety first!"

"Yes." After replying to the transmission, Yecang vanished into the night with a few leaps.

"That idiot Aheng Sai! He got me scolded by the Prince. What exactly did he run into? Could he really have been killed?"

Even now, Yecang couldn't believe that with Aheng Sai's strength, he would encounter danger!

An hour later.

Yecang, who was flying through the forest, stopped abruptly on a treetop. He sniffed hard and smelled blood.

After searching for a while, he found patches of blood on the branches and followed the trail to a mountain ravine filled with scattered rocks.

He froze completely!

In front of the rock pile, Aheng Sai's corpse, severed in two, lay there in deathly silence!

"Who's there!"

Yecang turned around abruptly toward the sound. On a rock beneath a waterfall stood a young human man.

Under the moonlight, the young man in white was faintly radiating a blood-red light—it was the Barbarian Slaughter Blood Curse!

"You killed Aheng Sai!"

Yecang asked in broken human language, his hands subconsciously reaching for the battle axes at his waist, his Barbarian Sha Qi surging.

The young man in white gestured toward Aheng Sai's severed corpse and said, "If you're referring to him, I did indeed kill him."

The young man was Lv Fang.

Confident in his own ability, after killing Aheng Sai, he hadn't chosen to leave, but instead crouched in place, waiting to see whether to continue killing or to run.

He had already observed that Yecang had come alone, with no reinforcements behind him.

It had to be said, the Barbarians were truly arrogant.

He actually dared to come alone!

"Just you alone?"

Yecang looked around vigilantly. He didn't put a seventh-rank second-stage scholar in his eyes at all, nor did he believe Lv Fang had killed Aheng Sai—at least... there must be an accomplice.

After sensing the area, he was stunned to find that only Lv Fang was there!