Demoness, where are you Fleeing to?
Chapter 206 - 187 Why Didn’t You Say It Earlier? (For Guaranteed Monthly Ticket)_1

Chapter 206: Chapter 187 Why Didn’t You Say It Earlier? (For Guaranteed Monthly Ticket)_1

At dawn, over the Yangtze River, two hundred warships had their sails billowing as they sped downstream.

The commander of these warships, Pang Yu, the Chongming Island naval commander of the left guard, was squinting his eyes, a deep crease between his brows forming a character ’川’ as he stared at the approaching Beigu Mountain.

"Didn’t they say Lin Ziyang has many flanged cannons? We are so close, why haven’t we heard any cannon fire?"

One of Pang Yu’s subordinates, a man dressed in the attire of a Qianhu, also furrowed his brows: "Commander, I fear the battle over there has ended, it’s best for us not to approach haphazardly."

"What a pity!"

Pang Yu did not believe that Tieweng City could withstand the siege, he sighed softly: "To stop Lin Ziyang from sweeping through Jiangsu and Zhejiang, this Tieweng City was the only possibility. Send someone to take a look from afar, just in case."

He was still clinging to the slim chance: "Pass my command, all ships lower their sails and reduce speed, and give the order to all ’Meng Chong’ and ’Xiandeng’ to prepare for the landing."

"Landing?"

The Qianzong frowned: "I’m afraid it won’t be easy to land. Look at Ganlu Port over there, it’s clearly fallen into the hands of Lin Ziyang’s men."

"Then we shall find another place!"

As Pang Yu was speaking, he suddenly exclaimed, noticing the fog and large vortex enveloping Beigu Mountain, his eyes sparking with hope. Had the battle not ended?

Then they had just arrived in time.

"But we’re naval troops, adept at naval battles, not defending cities." The naval Qianhu muttered dissatisfied: "I’ve heard of Li Yan, a youth with not a hair on his face, what can he accomplish? And Li Xuan is even more well-known for being a prodigal son. They know how to defend a city?

Lin Ziyang is different, that fellow is battle-tested, he once fought his way out of the heap of corpses and sea of blood at Tumu Fort. Now he commands an army of 30,000, with many siege weapons, and even the Demon Tribe and Maitreya Teaching. I think we’re marching towards our own demise——"

Then, he too saw the thick fog and vortex on Beigu Mountain.

"What in the world is that?"

Just as the naval Qianhu asked, a red light flashed at the center of the vortex. The red light quickly spread out, engulfing the sky above Beigu Mountain, with flames rolling wildly.

Immediately after, the deafening explosion reached their ears.

Then came the massive wind and shockwave, creating huge waves on the river. Some of the smaller boats in the fleet, caught off guard, were capsized by the towering waves.

And when the first wave subsided, all the sailors on the warships were buzzing with discussion.

"What just happened?"

"What caused the explosion?"

"Did the Jade Emperor from the heavens intervene and bomb Beigu Mountain?"

"Quick, rescue the people, pull those who have fallen into the water."

"With that kind of explosion, everyone on the mountain must be dead, right?"

"Let me go and take a look!" Pang Yu rose from the deck into the air: "Inform the Zhihui Tongzhi, he will take temporary command of the army and land directly from Ganlu Port. Tell him, seize the moment!"

The naval Qianhu wanted to say that there was the Zhenjiang army stationed at Ganlu Port but quickly realized that after such a blast, the Zhenjiang army at Ganlu Port couldn’t be unaffected.

When he looked, he indeed saw that nearly half of the houses there had collapsed. Some of the merchant ships moored at the dock were also in disarray.

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At this time below Beigu Mountain, the army of twenty thousand was in disarray, the vast majority of people knocked down by the shockwave.

Meanwhile, Lin Ziyang’s incredulous roar, full of regret and rage, echoed in the sky above Beigu Mountain.

A Maitreya Teaching Mage stood there, staring blankly in front, his face dazed.

After the explosion, the white fog and vortex disappeared, revealing the wrecked Tieweng City to his view.

The long-neglected city wall had collapsed completely, but the seven thousand elite soldiers of Zhenjiang Army were effectively wiped out.

The Mage of Maitreya Teaching saw thousands of people lying dead inside and outside the city walls, all bloody and lifeless. The handful that survived, either due to favorable locations shielded from the brunt of the explosion or their strong physical constitution and high cultivation, laid on the ground wailing in pain.

The Mage of Maitreya Teaching knew that most of these people wouldn’t survive. As an expert in fire magic, he knew the high temperature after the explosion would burn these people’s throats and airways, turning every breath into torture.

Unless they had top-notch healing medicine available right now, they could be saved.

Even the demon army, the hundreds of strong bear demons and black tigers that followed, had many bodies shattered. The majority left writhed on the ground wailing, trying to put out the flames on their bodies.

That should be Menghuo Oil. Li Yan and others stockpiled Menghuo Oil in several houses at the center of Tieweng City.

When the explosion occurred, the oil ignited as well.

Those demon soldiers, agile and with good visibility in the fog, were at the forefront of the army, bearing the brunt of the explosion.

"This flour can also explode? This is unheard of!"

That was a disciple of the Maitreya Teaching Mage, he walked over with a dazed expression: "He Brother, what should we do now? They unexpectedly had this trick! Commandant Lin might need our help."

"What help? It’s too late, Lin Ziyang is done for, we need to retreat!"

The Maitreya Teaching Mage abruptly turned to leave: "We have to leave now, or we might end up dying here too."

That disciple was stunned. "So quickly, but we still have twenty thousand troops — "

His voice abruptly stopped, because he found that the soldiers around him who were getting up from the ground, all showed a look of fear. If you look at the distance, you can see that many people have dropped their weapons and are running away. Among them are several Baihu and military ministers.

As these people ran away, more and more people fled, gradually turning into a tide of people.

Even those burly Mountain Spirits have stepped up, running to the south.

The disciple suddenly realized.

The twenty thousand people at the foot of the mountain were just new recruits raised by Lin Ziyang. And a month and a half ago, they were just water transport workers and displaced people.

Not only does their morale not belong here, but they also still hold awe for the Great Jin Dynasty.

Lin Ziyang had managed to bring them together with his power by authority, military power, and wealth. But the man who just raised his army suffered a heavy setback. Can these refugees and workers who have witnessed this bloody scene still have any will to fight? Can they be relied upon at such a moment?

At the same time, Master Faxing, Abbot of the Ganlu Temple, staggered to his feet, blood flowing from the corners of his mouth.

- His injuries aren’t serious. The explosion on Beigu Mountain is certainly fatal for ordinary people, but for a Wu cultivator who has opened the Third Door and reached the ninth house level, it would only damage their insides.

What truly shook Faxing, however, was the reversal of the battle at Tieweng City!

Did they actually win? Did the weak Great Jin Dynasty troops defeat the ’Master Feng’ Lin Ziyang, who had thirty thousand soldiers?

If only he had known earlier! If only he had known earlier! Why bother to be the bad guy?

The Li Yan brothers, they had such a plan to defeat the enemy, why didn’t they say it earlier?

Next, he looked fiercely at those black-clothed figures who were groggy from the shock and were climbing up from the ground one after another. His eyes were filled with an endless intention to kill.

--If he killed these Wu cultivators today, then nobody would know that the Ganlu Temple had ever colluded with Lin Ziyang.

Even if Li Yan and others suspected, they wouldn’t have enough evidence.

But just as he was planning, the soil nearby started to roll, and Li Xuan, Jiang Hanyun, Luo Yan, and others returned from the underground.

"It really is the bald-headed monks of the Ganlu Temple!"

Without the white smoke obscuring the view, Luo Yan swept a glance at these people and understood the situation immediately. His eyes then fell on Faxing not far away, his eyes narrowed: "Master Faxing?"

He said with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes: "Are you planning on taking matters into your own hands because your subordinates aren’t capable enough?"

"Buddha of Infinite Life, how is this possible?"

Suppressing the impulse to attack, Faxing brought his hands together in a salute, "I came here to help because I saw the rebellion obvious and unruly."

As he spoke, Li Xuan and Jiang Hanyun had already cleanly captured all those black-clothed Wu cultivators.

It was simple. Those second-door Wu cultivators were already injured. Li Xuan’s thunderous shout was enough to stun those people again, and then Jiang Hanyun’s punch carried the thunder that made their bodies and intentions numb, completely losing their ability to resist.

"Came to help us?"

Li Xuan chuckled, walked towards Faxing: "If you’re sincere about helping, then surrender! These Wu cultivators are involved with your temple. They are suspected of being Wu monks from the Ganlu Temple. As the abbot of the Ganlu Temple, you cannot avoid the blame."

Faxing couldn’t help but frown, he knew the identity of these Wu monks, irrefutable.

"Could this be a misunderstanding? These people are indeed from my Ganlu Temple, but I commanded them to assist the army of the court."

"Whether it is a misunderstanding or not, you can go with me to Zhuque Hall and explain it clearly, they won’t falsely accuse you."

Li Xuan didn’t plan to waste his breath with this man. With these Wu monks, he already had a reason to arrest people.

As long as he arrested Faxing, he could mess with him in any way he wanted, and he could calmly look for evidence later if needed.

At this time, he has already walked to the side of Faxing, then turned his right hand over and took out two Zhenyuan Nails from his sleeve.

Faxing’s face changed from green to white. At this moment, he even had the thought of punching Li Xuan’s head, but he was wary of the watchful Jiang Hanyun and also feared the laws of the Liudao Division.

However, he could not accept being arrested just like that. It wasn’t that he was worried about the severe punishment from the Liudao Division, but because Lin Ziyang’s oath was still in his Sumi ring.

"This is too oppressive, Sir Youjiao — "

His figure wafted back like a piece of paper, getting away from Li Xuan’s presence.

But as Faxing was about to speak again, a middle-aged monk dressed in a green robe walked over from a distance: "I can testify that our Monastery’s Abbot Faxing conspired with Lin Ziyang, not only intending to aid the enemy, but also ordering the Wu monks in the temple to kill Master Youjiao and the Naval Commander Li Yan. He also has an oath letter written by Lin Ziyang."

Li Xuan and Jiang Hanyun’s eyes brightened at the same time, thinking that this was getting interesting. Now they could vent the anger they had been holding in due to the Ganlu Temple.

At this moment, Faxing’s face was as pale as a sheet: "Shikong!"

His fingers cracked, killing intent rose like a tide, but he also felt extreme danger.

Jiang Hanyun, Su Linghuan, and even Monk Shikong’s gaze made him feel a chill down his spine and a desire to escape.

But even if he wanted to escape, it seemed difficult. Jiang Hanyun was a Thunder Wu cultivator. Her speed was definitely faster than his.

Faxing’s eyes flickered, moving around everyone before finally settling on a certain direction.

In the direction of his gaze, Xue Yunrou, with blood pouring from her ears and nose, was retreating from Tieweng City.