Chapter 415 The Time Has Come

Yan Wujiu only felt an inexplicable throbbing and coldness in his heart.

He seemed to sense something and subconsciously reached into his arms, pulling out an ancient tortoise shell that had been nurtured for many years.

That was a divination tool passed down from his master, and was given to him on the day he joined the Tianyan Sect.

As soon as the fingertips touched the surface of the tortoise shell, an extremely subtle "click" sound was heard.

Looking down, I saw a tiny crack appearing out of nowhere on the tortoise shell.

Yan Wujiu's eyes were dark, like thick ink that could not be dissolved, with indescribable dark emotions surging in his depths.

The martial arts that Master Yun Miao risked his life to break through to the first level were secretly provided by him, and the two of them had already formed an intricate causal connection.

Even if they are thousands of miles apart, if the master succeeds and stirs up the energy of heaven and earth, he should be able to feel it to some extent.

However, instead of the expected resonance between heaven and earth, he encountered the power of deduction that came from afar.

Like a thorn in the flesh, it locked onto him with precision.

A faint sneer appeared at the corner of Yan Wujiu's lips, with a hint of sarcasm.

Even if I give him a chance, it's useless...

Is it that time is merciless, or is it that destiny is not on his side, that he ultimately fails?

Yan Wujiu was now dressed like an ordinary citizen from the north, wearing a gray cotton robe that had been washed to a pale color, and a cloth belt casually tied around his waist.

His hair was a little messy and wrapped under a thick old felt hat. His face was rough and he blended into the crowd without being noticed.

The courtyard was quiet and deserted, with firewood piled up in the corner and an unfinished wicker basket placed next to the stone steps, as if someone had lived here for a long time.

There was a clay pot on the clay stove nearby, and the corn porridge inside was bubbling and emitting the most ordinary food aroma.

Yan Wujiu let the tortoise shell in his hand break into pieces, and finally turned into powder and flowed through his fingers.

It was as if even the last trace of his relationship with the Tianyan Sect had disappeared.

Then he stood up and brushed off the dust on his sleeves expressionlessly.

Then he strode out of the yard without any reluctance.

…

Outside Zhenbei Pass, inside the main tent of the Shufeng Dynasty army.

The deputy general bowed and clasped his fists, his voice solemn:

"General, it's noon."

The eldest prince of Shufeng, Xiao Shiyao, had a solemn expression on his face.

Two days ago, he received a secret decree from his father urgently delivered by the Golden Eagle.

The wording in the decree was extremely harsh, and it explicitly required him to launch a full-scale attack on Zhenbei Pass at noon today.

It is unheard of to be able to predict the time to such a specific time.

The Shuofeng Army is well-known for its light cavalry. They excel in field battles and raids, relying on their swift speed and arrows to defeat the enemy.

Attacking cities and strongholds, especially facing a powerful pass like Zhenbei Pass, is not their forte.

If we force an attack, the casualties will be extremely heavy. It is not wise to fill the city walls with the corpses of soldiers.

The most crucial point is that he was completely unable to understand the deep meaning behind his father's actions.

This is nothing short of a huge gamble, but the stakes are the lives of countless Shufeng men.

"Has there been any unusual movement at Zhenbei Pass recently?"

Xiao Shiyao asked in a deep voice, trying to find any reason to go against this absurd order.

The deputy general lowered his head, his voice becoming deeper and deeper:

"General, there are no abnormalities. The wall is guarded as usual, and the patrol frequency has not increased."

Xiao Shiyao closed his eyes, struggling internally.

The king's order was as heavy as a mountain. He slammed his palm on the heavy wooden table in front of him, making a dull thud. He finally made up his mind, his voice slightly hoarse:

"Order! All troops gather, follow the plan...attack the city!"

"yes!"

The deputy general took the order and walked out quickly.

The camp of the Shuofeng army instantly became like a giant beast awakening, with horns blowing, drums beating, and the huge war machine starting to move.

Such a large-scale movement immediately aroused the high alert of the defenders at Zhenbei Pass.

"Enemy attack! Beacon fire! Light the beacon fire!"

On the wall of Wengcheng Gate, the lookout soldiers roared at the top of their lungs.

Black wolf smoke rose into the sky one after another, and the desolate and rapid sound of the horn instantly spread throughout the entire city.

When the people inside the pass heard the sound, they immediately fell into panic.

People screamed and pushed each other, running home desperately like frightened sheep.

The streets were quickly put under martial law, and teams of armored and armed soldiers ran past with grim expressions, their heavy footsteps striking everyone's heart.

Inside the city wall outside the Great Wall, Yan Wujiu went against the flow of people fleeing in panic, and strode towards the city gate like a reef splitting the waves.

The strange thing was that both the civilians who were fleeing in panic and the soldiers who were maintaining order seemed to be completely unaware of his existence.

Even if someone ran towards him, no one would notice his presence.

He walked as if he were in an empty city, and came straight to the gate of the city wall, which was far less solid than the main pass.

The operation of a strong pass requires not only elite soldiers and armor, but also a large number of civilians to undertake logistical tasks.

In addition, the two countries have been stable for many years, and this city wall attached to Zhenbei Pass has long developed to a considerable size and has a dense population.

Because of this, the defensive power of its city gate is far from comparable to the main city gate of Zhenbei Pass, which is like an iron wall.

Finally, Yan Wujiu's palm gently pressed on the city gate made of thick wood inlaid with iron sheets.

The third-grade cultivator exerted all his strength, and his true energy surged out like a raging torrent!

The city gate immediately groaned as if it could not bear the heavy weight and shook violently.

The iron sheet on the surface was twisted and deformed, and the wooden structure inside made a teeth-grinding cracking sound.

Immediately afterwards, under the horrified gaze of the surrounding defenders, there was a loud bang, and the heavy city gate suddenly exploded inward as if it had been hit by an invisible hammer.

It turned into countless fragments of wood chips and collapsed with a loud bang!

"What's going on?"

"The city gate! Why did the city gate fall down?"

"Quick, enemy attack! It's an enemy attack!"

The surrounding defenders suddenly fell into great chaos.

There was a cacophony of cries of terror, the clatter of footsteps, and the sound of weapons being drawn.

They simply couldn't understand why the city gate suddenly collapsed on its own.

…

At the main camp of the Shufeng army, the eldest prince Xiao Shiyao had just put on his armor and mounted his horse, and the entire army had completed its initial mobilization.

“Report—!”

A scout rushed over frantically, his voice distorted by extreme shock and excitement.

"General! The gate of the city wall... the gate of the city wall collapsed by itself!"

What?

Xiao Shiyao's pupils suddenly shrank.

Could it be a trap?

But combined with the mysterious secret decree from my father that was precise down to the exact time...

In a flash, he no longer hesitated and waved his hand violently:

"God-given opportunity! Vanguard troops, press forward on all fronts!"

"yes!"