Peace Order
Chapter 847 - 108: Heavenly Strategy General Enters the Palace to Kill!_2

Chapter 847: Chapter 108: Heavenly Strategy General Enters the Palace to Kill!_2

Finally, he wiped his hands, estimated the time when the meal was ready, and said:

"Pingyang."

Ling Pingyang stepped forward half a step and said:"Lord."

"Deploy five hundred cavalry of the Qilin Army here, and let the remaining five hundred escort the refugees."

Ling Pingyang cupped his hands and said:"Understood!"

Wen Lingjun’s forehead was already covered in cold sweat.

At this moment, caught in the middle, he didn’t know what to do. Li Guan said:"This matter is not related to you, sir. It’s just something I must do myself. Do they truly believe Li Guanyi can be handled at their whim?"

The young man smiled slightly, then said to Wen He beside him:

"Sir, fetch me my armor."

Wen He said nothing, reacting quickly at this moment.

Li Guanyi removed his blood-stained Taoist robe, wearing only an inner garment, then the close-fitting soft armor, the heavy armor components, and finally a crimson war robe with civil and military sleeves. As he donned the armor, he said to the person beside him:"Let the porridge simmer for a while longer, and when the time is right, use a low flame to slow-cook it."

"Yes."

Wen Lingjun finally spoke:"Lord, where are you going?"

Li Guan said:"Lingjun, you’ve finally changed your address, but unfortunately, I am going to do something that will disappoint you. They’ve made a move against me; should I pretend nothing has happened?"

Wen Lingjun was silent for a moment and said:"We could use other means."

Li Guan said:"But I want my way."

"Sir practices the Way of the King, but today Li Guanyi wants to be overbearing for once."

"What do you intend to do?"

Li Guanyi replied:

"Kill."

Wen Lingjun turned pale.

Outside, there were already the sounds of murderous hoofbeats. Though Qilin was absent, nonetheless, Dragon Horses awaited him. Ling Pingyang, along with five hundred heavy cavalry, were Yue Pengwu’s top elite troops, closest to the world’s three major heavy cavalry.

At this moment, aware of the Lord’s endeavors, they all became silent and ready for battle, gripping heavy spears in their hands. By rule, such external troops should not enter the city, but Ling Pingyang directly led the army to charge in forcibly, and the guarding officers dared not stop them.

Li Guanyi donned armor and took up Murong Longtu’s wooden sword.

Then he mounted the horse.

The sound of five hundred hooves crashed down like muffled thunder.

This was the newly famed Heavenly Strategy General.

He was headed to the imperial palace, to kill.

.........

The imperial palace was vast, essentially a large complex of palaces. Part of it belonged to the Great Emperor, while another part belonged to the Imperial Family. The true imperial palace, as referred to by the common people, included these.

Among them, after Ji Daochun’s death, the oldest were Ji Yanzhong and Ji Yunqing. Ji Yanzhong was a wide-hearted elder, solely seeking the Chi Xiao Sword and the Red Emperor’s legacy, while Ji Yunqing’s lineage was adept at scheming, influencing the court secretly.

At this moment, a copper beast-head incense burner was burning pine incense.

After Ji Daochun’s death, the leader of the royal family, Ji Yunqing, was flipping through a Taoist scripture, uttering phrases about supreme Wuwei. Beside him, someone serving dared not hide their worry and said:"Ancestor."

"Those Death Soldiers under your command seem to have failed to kill Li Guanyi."

Hearing this, Ji Yunqing only said indifferently:"Oh, a pity."

Even so, he remained unperturbed, and his grandson gritted his teeth and moved forward, saying:"Grandfather, you can’t take it so lightly."

"That Li Guanyi’s grand-uncle is Murong Longtu. It’s said that today he fought the entire Martial World alone. Even the Ancient Red Dragon, who fought alongside the Red Emperor eight hundred years ago, battled him toe to toe."

"If Murong Longtu comes here, the palace guards couldn’t withstand him."

A chess piece fell to the ground.

Ji Yunqing was reading while playing chess by himself, calmly watching his grandson and said:"Come here?"

"What dreams are you talking about?"

"Not to mention Murong Longtu himself doesn’t have long to live."

"Have you memorized the Emperor’s Sword, Duke’s Sword, and Commoner’s Sword?"

The young man said:"Memorized."

Ji Yunqing said:"Recite, let me hear."

Young man said:"Sword of the Common People, unkempt hair, drooping crown, Manhu’s tassel, short back clothes, closing eyes and speaking with difficulty. Strike at the front, cutting the neck and throat, breaking the liver and lungs below. This Sword of the Common People is not unlike a cockfight, once the life has ended, it is of no use to the state."

Ji Yunqing nodded and said indifferently:"As long as you remember clearly."

"That so-called Murong Longtu, Sword Madman of the Martial World."

"In the grand scheme of the world, he is nothing but a mere commoner."

He casually picked up a chess piece, said:"Smooth as jade, polished without flaw, yet of what use is it, on this chessboard of the world, in the end, it’s just a slightly larger piece."

"No matter how high one’s martial arts, cutting through ten thousand armies cannot be done. But even if he killed ten thousand armies, what effect would it have on the grand scheme of the world?"

"Merely a bigger chicken, flaunting for a while, only to lose his life; utterly foolishly laughable, as for Li Guanyi, he has some skills, yet ultimately relies on this fame and momentum; having these is having a weakness."

"The Taoist Scripture says, ’gain it, lose it.’"

"The fear is that Li Guanyi won’t enter this arena of fame and fortune."

Ji Yunqing stroked his beard and said:

"My little grand-nephew indeed has some skills, stronger than you, gave everything he could to Li Guanyi, yet alas, while spirited, he lacks enough brain power, too young, too kind, hasn’t been bruised enough in this fame and fortune arena."

"Yet doesn’t know, Li Guanyi, without this fame, can be dismissed; with this fame, can be manipulated much easier."

"All know the good of fame and fortune but do not know that being without desire is strength; the true hero must be like water, without weak points, without obsession, without seeking." Ji Yunqing’s voice was calm, and the young man’s face showed a respectful expression, saying: