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Chapter 849 - 707 The Malicious Jin Dynasty

Chapter 849: Chapter 707 The Malicious Jin Dynasty

Jiang Yunqi clutched her head in despair in the Jiang residence in Nanjing City, while at the same moment, on the summit of Yu Mountain in Yizhou, Zhang Shenye was also wringing his hands, his face filled with shame.

Because of the storm, the winds were raging, and the rain poured down in torrents.

Heavenly Master Zhang Shenye, however, ignored the increasingly severe weather around him and stared intently at a somewhat absent-minded Xue Yunrou.

After a long time, he let out a deep sigh, "It’s all my fault as an uncle, for involving you in the affairs of my family, making Yunrou suffer. How I regret not having foreseen this."

Zhang Shenye surmised that the child’s distraction could mostly be attributed to her thoughts on the upcoming wedding between Li Xuan and Jiang Hanyun in two days.

Xue Yunrou came back to her senses and promptly interrupted, "Father, why say such things? This is the path I chose myself. Besides, there’s nothing bad about my situation now."

Moreover, what other choice did they have at that time? So what good would regrets do?

Zhang Shenye wanted to say more but stopped. At that moment, Vice-Tianshi Zhang Yingyuan landed beside them; "Brother, the Array preparations are complete."

Two years ago, he was ambushed and severely injured during the battle at Xiao Mausoleum in Nanjing, left with hardly more than his Primordial Spirit intact.

However, after two years of recuperation, Vice-Tianshi Zhang Yingyuan not only fully restored his Primordial Spirit but also rebuilt his flesh with the help of the secret techniques inherited from the Tianshi’s mansion.

Zhang Shenye immediately looked ahead with focused eyes, to see a vast and recently crafted Array covering fifty li around, encompassing several mountain peaks within its scope.

"Has everything been checked? Are there any oversights on all sides?"

After asking, Zhang Shenye expanded his mana and instantly moved to the center of the altar. Then, with a beckoning, he held a cyan-blue Longsword in his hand.

He had given the Zhengyi fumo sword to Xue Yunrou, but the ’Shangqing Shenxiao Sword’ in Zhang Shenye’s hand was also no less inferior as an Immortal Sword.

"My fellow daoists, since everything is ready, let us begin! We cannot delay any longer."

By now, the two unprecedentedly violent typhoons had reached the southern seas of Yizhou.

At their periphery, less than 3,700 li from here, and 5,600 li from Qiongzhou, they advanced northwestward with the exaggerated speed of fifty zhang per breath. Everywhere they passed, the seas churned violently, birds perished, and fish sank into silence.

Perhaps it was divine favor on the Jin Dynasty, but if this trend continued, after these two typhoons merged, they would just graze by Qiongzhou. This massive storm would then impact the northern territory of Jiaozhi, with a part of it covering Guangxi, and then plow northward into the inland of Guangdong and Guangxi.

Right now, all they needed was to ’adjust’ the direction of the typhoon slightly, so that the lands of Guangdong and Guangxi could be spared from the disaster.

This was the prime moment to cast spells; if they did not start now, it would be too late.

As Zhang Shenye sent the Longsword in his hand flying into the air, he also moved in tandem with the stars and the steps of the stances. Above the altar, a raging storm rose up, infinite dark clouds gathering from all directions, and striking lightning bolts that dazzled the eyes thundering down.

The converging lightning seemed like a giant serpent, ultimately crashing down around Zhang Shenye.

Nonetheless, he remained unmoved. He pointed toward the south and uttered softly, "Hurry!"

At that moment, the two vast storms, thousands of li in diameter and situated 3,700 li away at sea, slowly changed direction under the influence of a force.

They not only turned to the west, but their speed also steadily increased.

Vice-Tianshi Zhang Yingyuan, sensing this development, couldn’t help but look at Zhang Shenye with amazement in his eyes.

Just now, his cousin had not invoked any incantations or borrowed powers from any heavenly deities during his spellcasting.

Could it be that his mastery in taoist technique had ascended to the ’divine’ realm?

After eliminating his arch-enemy Zhang Guanlan, had his cousin’s progress in technique become so incredibly swift? Was it because his Heart Demon had been eradicated?

A thousand steps to both sides of the altar, Master Zhongliu stood suspended in the air.

With hands clasped behind his back, he looked with an appreciative gaze towards the turbulent typhoons far away that were gradually converging due to Zhang Shenye’s Spell.

A few days ago, County Prince Fenyang, Li Xuan, concerned that Heavenly Master Zhang Shenye might encounter interference from the forces of Jiaozhi and Jinque Palace while casting spells, invited Master Zhongliu by sending a talisman for him to oversee the situation.

Master Zhongliu graciously accepted the invitation and arrived in Yizhou even before Zhang Shenye.

He had anticipated that Jinque Palace would likely be unable to interfere with the Yizhou altar.

After all, in the Shaanxi direction, The Court had gathered an army of a million, with over forty commanders capable of mustering ’the force of ten thousand armies’ to reach the heavenly level, plus more than a dozen true heavenly level warriors.

Currently, Jinque Palace had suffered heavy losses and many of its members still had unhealed internal injuries.

To merely maintain Prince Yi’s army from defeat, they had to use up most of their strength, so how could they spare any effort to come to Yizhou?

Nevertheless, Master Zhongliu had immense respect for Li Xuan’s wisdom and strategies, almost to the point of taking his word as command.

Since Li Xuan had suggested preparing for the worst, he came to watch over the process.

As the day neared evening, the more than 200,000 soldiers of the Jiaozhi army, marching within the borders of Zhan City, all halted in their tracks.

They had departed from the newly conquered Yacheng two days ago, moving south towards Zhan City, ready to eliminate the Jiaozhi State in one fell swoop.

But at this moment, the Jiaozhi army abruptly came to a stop in the open fields.

All Jiaozhi soldiers looked toward the sky in shocked disbelief, for the sky that could once be deemed overcast was now shrouded in darkness, the sun obscured.

As time passed, a raging wind began to stir, bending and breaking the surrounding trees.

Bolts of blinding lightning ripped across the sky, illuminating the world as if in broad daylight, followed by large raindrops that started pouring from the heavens.

This caused all ranks of the Jiaozhi army to display signs of fear and panic.

Having grown up along the Jiaozhi coastline, they had experienced countless storms from the South Sea. Just by observing the sky, they knew a tremendous typhoon was approaching.

Meanwhile, in the Central Army of Jiaozhi, in front of the carriage of Li Yuanlong, the master of Jiaozhi known as Great General Zhenbei, Li Sheng, had gone completely pale, his face ashen.

He was gathering his Zhenyuan, using the Spirit Eye to scrutinize the eastern horizon.

But what he saw in the eastern sky caused his heart to leap into his throat—an enormous vortex, its massive eye grinding against the heavens and the earth, as if a millstone obstructing the world, crushing everything within its realm.

That apocalyptic scene revealed countless wind-enchanted demons swirling within the storm, propelling its ferocity.

"Your Majesty!" Li Sheng muttered, swallowing hard, "I implore you to order an immediate halt to the advance, to erect barricades against the wind posthaste! I have never seen nor heard of a storm of such magnitude in my entire life."

Yet Li Sheng could not be certain how effective the barricades would be in safeguarding this army of more than two hundred thousand men, out in the open field, from disaster.

By his estimation, the eye of the storm that appeared in the sky was still two to three thousand miles away from Jiaozhi.

But even the outer edges of the storm, a mere precursor, were causing many of his men to struggle to stand firm on the ground.

And it wasn’t just the wind that was deadly, it was the torrential rain that came with it.

Not only would this lead to widespread disease in the army after the storm, but it would also trigger flooding.

With networks of rivers and streams nearby, excessive rainfall could potentially drown the entire army of more than two hundred thousand.

Li Sheng’s mind was also filled with doubt; while typhoons in the South Sea region during winter were not unheard of, they were exceedingly rare and typically small in scale.

Li Yuanlong sat upright inside his palanquin, his face deathly white, a mixture of shock and fury: "Summon the Qintian Bureau’s Jianzheng! Have him roll over here!"

Shortly thereafter, a red-robed official arrived in a frenzied hurry.

Stumbling in his steps, he directly knelt down before Li Yuanlong: "Your Majesty, at the onset of autumn, we have divined the celestial omens and confirmed there would be no typhoon this year."

"Then where does this typhoon come from?"

Li Yuanlong grabbed a paperweight and hurled it at the official, "How about that huge eye of the storm? Is it fake? Did someone conjure it out of thin air? How did you divine such omens?"

The Qintian Bureau’s Jianzheng didn’t dare dodge, allowing the paperweight to gash a huge wound on his forehead, blood flowing freely.

"Your Majesty! I truly do not know; in twenty years, I have never made a mistake, and I know not the origin of this storm. But have you forgotten the divination before our campaign? It was directly overseen by the Empress Dowager, and there was no warning sign in the divination!"

Jianzheng bowed deeply, "Moreover, before I came here, I observed the clouds and discerned traces of techniques—this typhoon might have human intervention."

Li Yuanlong initially wanted to argue that such a vast storm could not possibly be instigated by mere techniques,

But then he slightly frowned and took out an ice-blue mirror. Channeling his Dragon Qi into it, he shone the mirror to the east.

The mirror suddenly revealed boundless radiance, sweeping across heaven and earth.

Eventually, the mirror locked onto the direction of Yizhou, and within it, the scenery at the peak of Yu Mountain appeared.

There was a vast Array, with thousands of Spellcasters seated within.

At the center of the Array, a middle-aged taoist clad in a purple Taoist robe, awe-inspiring as if from a realm above, was looking coldly in this direction.

The Qintian Bureau’s Jianzheng recognized the taoist in the mirror, and his pupils contracted: "Your Majesty, that’s Zhang Shenye from the Great Jin’s Zhengyi Sect, the Dragon Tiger Heavenly Master!"

Li Yuanlong realized that this must be Jin People’s retaliation; his thoughts turned icy cold.

"What about the Lord of Baihu Palace from the Kunlun Sect? Bring him over. Didn’t he promise that if Jin waged war on our dynasty, the Jinque Heaven Palace could send ten heavenly level reinforcements? I want them now."

He knew that the situation had escalated beyond human control and that the storm could no longer be stopped by mere human efforts.

Nonetheless, they needed to destroy the Array in Yizhou as soon as possible to diminish the power of the storm.

"And the food!"

Great General Li Sheng reminded from the front of the palanquin with a trembling voice: "Your Majesty, we need to reclaim the food we sold them."

He realized that after the storm, not only would innumerable people suffer in Jiaozhi due to the calamity, but all the rice fields would also face total crop failure.

Li Yuanlong was stunned, and then darkness overtook his vision, his body swaying.

Li Yuanlong had never imagined that the Jin’s counterattack would be so swift and fierce, so utterly ruthless!