Demoness, where are you Fleeing to?
Chapter 559 - 450: Subduing Pojun_1

Chapter 559: Chapter 450: Subduing Pojun_1

At the very moment when Thunder-Winged Peng was slain by Meng Qingfan, to the north of the Yang River, in a grand royal tent, ’Meng Wu Taishi, Khan of Vala’ Yexian suddenly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his face turning pale.

"Taishi!" The same tent hosted Meng Wu Shaman Abas, whose face dramatically changed as he seriously asked Yexian, "Has something happened at the Qiuhu Office in Chang’an?"

"My Golden Peng was killed. Before this, my eldest son Boronahale, and your disciple, Vidya-raja Luosang Zundanba, had both died."

Yexian, around forty years old, had a square face and large ears, his visage resembled a large jujube, and he stood about eight feet tall, exuding a tremendous aura.

Sitting at his throne, he seemed like a tiger resting within the tent, his gaze commanding respect.

There were many generals present in the tent apart from Meng Wu Shaman Abas, some were heavenly-level powers, yet all submitted to his might.

Yexian spoke in a cold voice, but when he mentioned his eldest son ’Boronahale,’ a hint of pain was visible in his eyes.

The news caused a stir in the royal tent, with all the generals exchanging surprised glances.

Meng Wu Shaman Abas was equally stunned: "Was it the ’Tianji Dihe Yin-Yang Knife’? Did we underestimate them?"

"No! That man’s arrangements worked. Vidya-raja’s Reverse Love Dye Ming Wang Heart Mantra effectively restrained the power of their combined knives. The two of them are indeed strong, so much so it would be worth my while to face them."

Yexian furrowed his brows: "But there were other variables on their end. There was a strange woman who could make everyone overlook her presence. When Boronahale noticed her, it was already too late. Even I overlooked her existence."

—Even though he viewed the situation through the vision of his Thunder-Winged Peng, this Golden Peng’s ability to break illusions was extraordinarily strong.

Now, Yexian raised a lump on his arm, casually picking up a golden dagger from the table and striking his arm with it.

With a splash of blood, the lump fell to the ground. As everyone watched, it rolled around a few times and then transformed into the shape of a Thunder-Winged Peng.

Yexian glanced at his Spirit Pet, but showed no signs of happiness. The Thunder-Winged Peng would require several months and countless Spiritual Medicine to recover and clearly was not going to be able to participate in the upcoming battle.

"I didn’t even see who killed my Peng," he said.

"How could this happen?"

Meng Wu Shaman Abas still couldn’t accept it. The power of a heavenly-level character was invaluable.

Vidya-raja Luosang Zundanba was indispensable to Meng Wu, especially given the recent emergence of several new heavenly-level characters in the Jin Dynasty and their gradual recovery.

Moreover, the Prince of Vala ’Boronahale’ was not only Yexian’s successor but also his student.

At that moment, he was even tempted to dash out of the tent and head straight to the Qiuhu Office in Chang’an.

But Abas knew he must not act rashly. At present, the Jin Dynasty’s Minister of War, Yu Jie, was just across the Yang River, along with the Fumo Venerable Zhu Mingyue from the Liudao Division.

Once either he or Yexian left, the power of Yu Jie and Zhu Mingyue would be enough to tip the balance of power.

However, Yexian had already calmed down: "Send my night hawks to scout to the south. I want to know who exactly the Marquis of Jingan of Jin Dynasty is and who are the figures around him. Also, make arrangements for ’Luosang Zundanba’ to reincarnate as soon as possible. Within half a month, I need to see his reincarnated spirit child. Shaman, please prepare for his Consecration."

Then, Yexian’s gaze fell on the map on the desk: "But the pressing matter at hand is the Jin Army across from us. What’s the decision from the Liudao Division? Do they intend to intervene in this earthly war?"

A figure wearing a black fur robe stood up and said: "I have met Zhu Mingyue, but I was driven out of his camp. He told me to relay a message to the Khan, borrowing a phrase from our ancestors: if you want to fight, fight, there’s no need for idle talk. I also tried to use the internal power of the Liudao Division, but we couldn’t control him."

The man in the black fur robe looked cautiously at Yexian: "This Zhu Mingyue is different from the previous Fumo Venerables, he didn’t follow the regular path to his position. Twelve years ago, the Liudao Division had no choice but to let him take command in face of crisis, so the influence of the Elders in the Liudao Division on him is minimal."

Yexian’s brows furrowed as he considered that he was at the root of this issue. Twelve years ago, Meng Wu’s blow to the Liudao Division was too heavy.

But this was also part of his strategy; he had to stir up chaos amongst the common people of Jin Dynasty to weaken their national power, creating an opportunity for Meng Wu.

"In fact, Khan needn’t be concerned about this!" said another person in the tent: "I heard that Juyong Pass has been breached and Zhang Guanlan’s Yunzhong warship has already headed north toward Dushi Castle.

By the 30th of the first month at the latest, the army commanded by the young prince should be able to move south to shutter Yu Jie’s retreat at Juyong Pass. The Battle of the Tumu Fort is about to repeat itself. No matter how strong Zhu Mingyue is, he won’t be able to turn the tide."

Yexian looked at the speaker and saw it was his Wanhu ’Zhebie,’ a heavenly-level general with incredible archer skills.

Of course, this was not the same commander who followed the First Emperor of Yuan to establish the glory of Meng Wu hundreds of years ago, but merely shared the same name.

The name ’Zhebie’ was granted personally by Yexian, representing both his expectations for this general and his own ambition.

The young prince Zhebie mentioned was Yexian’s second son, Ashitiemuer.

"Yes, that is true, but—" Yexian was in the middle of speaking when he suddenly turned his attention to the entrance of the tent. One of the royal tent guards came rushing in.

This man knelt in front of the tent with a pale face: "Khan, according to the news coming from the back, an hour and a half ago, Yu Jie ordered General Hou Sheng to lead eight thousand cavalry, spanning thousands of miles from Yulin, to raid Angulinao. The two million two hundred and twenty-five thousand sheep we had stored there, as well as fifteen thousand war horses, were all poisoned to death by Hou Sheng."

Yexian could not help but crush the armrest of his chair, showing a trace of surprise on his face.

However, even when he previously heard of the death of his eldest son and the Law King Luosang Zundanba, he hardly expressed any surprise.

’Angulinao’ located to the north of Zhangjiakou, signifies a place with wild geese and water, a large lake.

During this expedition to the south, nearly 70% of his livestock were stored here.

That is to say, their food supplies are now less than twelve days’ worth.

"Yu Jie!"

Yexian’s hands clenched tightly, his eyes showing boundless rage. But then he noticed the hesitant expression of the Royal Tent Guards.

Yexian tried to calm himself down: "Speak, what else is there?"

"The left wing of thirty thousand households under Alachien’s command was defeated in Weizhou, losing three thousand cavalry."

The Royal Tent Guard respectfully replied, "The siege of Weizhou is now lifted."

Yexian snorted in anger, the lift of the Weizhou siege meant that the connection between the administrative offices of Xuanfu and Datong in Jin Dynasty had been restored.

Even if Juyong Pass was occupied in the future, it would be difficult for them to truly block Xuanfu’s supply lines.

However, Yexian didn’t care much about that, as the existing provisions in Xuanfu were enough for the hundreds of thousands of soldiers under Yu Jie’s command for three months. They couldn’t possibly wait until Yu Jie ran out of food.

The main purpose of Alachien’s attack on Datong was to suppress the troops from Datong.

Juyong Pass was his actual target, aiming to cut off the connection between Xuanfu and Beijing. Then Beijing would be precarious and Yu Jie would have to withdraw his troops from Xuanfu for assistance.

"Starting from tomorrow, the armies will reduce their food rations by thirty percent!"

Yexian looked at everyone with his darkened eyes: "Send a message to Zhang Guanlan too, tell him to speed up his journey to Dushi Castle, we can’t waste any more time. They must arrive at Juyong Pass before the midnight of the 29th day!

Also, I heard Jin Army has stored many provisions in Huailai? Let Ashitiemuer seize Huailai’s provisions after taking Juyong Pass!"

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When Li Xuan used the arm guard ’Taotie’ to absorb, he felt an unparalleled evil intent crashing directly into his soul.

’Poor Qi’s Soul’ didn’t resist, allowing ’Taotie’ to swallow it along with the Spirit of Ten Evils within its body. Then it started wreaking havoc inside ’Taotie’, directly attacking Li Xuan’s mental Primordial Spirit.

’Taotie’ Artifact Spirit soon couldn’t stand it anymore, and the golden surface of the armlet even began to show traces of blood.

Li Xuan’s face turned pale and he sat down cross-legged.

"Guide it into your Wuqu Pojun."

Lv Qiluo formed beside Li Xuan, looking somewhat worried: "Poor Qi’s Soul and the person who was the Spirit of Ten Evils in their previous life were all at the Great Heavenly Level. Especially the Spirit of Ten Evils, who was likely the great general Hou Jing of Nan Liang, your Taotie can’t suppress it."

Li Xuan was already doing this, and ’Taotie’ Artifact Spirit couldn’t wait to throw the trouble away.

It was usually only responsible for ’devouring’, the things it didn’t need were mostly dealt with by ’Wuqu Pojun’.

The moment Poor Qi’s Soul entered Wuqu Pojun, the two evil stars inside and nearly ten thousand evil spirits exploded in an uproar.

They distorted their shape, turning into ugly and indescribable evil spirits, attacking Poor Qi’s Soul like beasts. Even the two stars Wuqu and Pojun were no exception. They turned into two lines of crimson light, one on the left and the other on the right, bombarding the soul of Poor Qi.

Poor Qi let out a roar. It was attacking all around, fighting against these evil spirits. Boundless bloody energy spread out, covering this space.

But at this point, Li Xuan noticed that as Poor Qi’s Divine Skills spread out inside ’Wuqu Pojun’, this originally harmonious talisman array started to have faults that should not have existed.

The runes that were originally connected and mutually resonant were now conflicting with each other.

Li Xuan’s eyes brightened instantly, knowing that this was the moment Lv Qiluo had mentioned, the time to completely subdue ’Wuqu Pojun’.

He began to follow Lv Qiluo’s guidance, embedding his Divine Consciousness into the flaws and cracks.

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