Chapter 1084: Civil and Military Affairs Reversed (Thirteen) [Seeking Monthly Tickets]

Shouts of battle echoed all around, and figures were locked in fierce combat, their forms indistinguishable.

None of the noise and commotion reached Wu Xian's ears.

His mind felt like it was being hammered, the pain numbing him, leaving only an endless buzzing in his ears. Shocked beyond words, he momentarily lost the ability to speak or think, the mocking remark echoing repeatedly. He gritted his teeth, his raised fingers trembling like leaves: "You...you actually—fooled me!"

Wu Xian's guards and soldiers reacted quickly, drawing their swords and pointing them at the Grand Preceptor, surrounding him completely, certain he couldn't escape. The Grand Preceptor, facing such a large force, showed no fear. He lowered his head slightly, letting a few strands of silver hair brush past his eyes, subtly concealing the mockery deep in his pupils. The Grand Preceptor's gaze at the crowd was quite interesting, as if looking at a group of ignorant, dull, and unevolved wild monkeys. He opened his lips and mercilessly mocked Wu Xian: "You, without a brain, dare to call yourself 'I, the sovereign' before me?"

Wu Xian felt a tightness in his chest, and his eyes widened in fury.

Copper bell-shaped eyes were almost bulging out of their sockets with anger.

He raised his hand to his chest, his blood rushing to his head in rage, his veins threatening to burst! Wu Xian could only endure it, swallowing the churning blood in his throat. He said in a hoarse voice, "What exactly do you want? I trusted you so much, promising to make the Eternal Life Sect the state religion after it succeeded, appointing you as the National Preceptor of the High Kingdom, and allowing you to spread your teachings within the country—I've shown you the utmost sincerity, why are you still not satisfied? Why betray me! Whose side are you really on?"

Wu Xian was blinded by anger and didn't even realize it was Shen Tang.

His close friend is now also a victim.

Only the proverb "when the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman benefits" can explain it. At this moment, Wu Xian was filled with anger and resentment. He wanted to know which bastard had become the "fisherman"! He would use all the power of the country to scatter the ashes of the other party's ancestors for eighteen generations!

The Imperial Advisor's indifferent gaze swept across the battlefield.

Thinking of some past event, his smile turned cold: "You ask me why I am still not satisfied? Why I betray you? You ask whose side I am on? Alas, do all of you who call yourselves emperors and rulers share the same peculiar habit, asking only one question when facing death? Before asking these questions, why not look for the reasons within yourselves? No subject suddenly develops the intention to kill his lord. If he does, it is naturally because the lord has done something wrong, and there is a way to die. Don't ask the subjects, ask yourselves more."

For some reason, these words gave Wu Xian goosebumps.

He also knew something about the background of the Imperial Advisor, and naturally knew who the previous ruler of the Imperial Advisor was and how he died mysteriously.

The implications of the other person's words made him afraid to think too much about them.

These words were probably not meant for Wu Xian's ears.

Wu Xian, panting heavily, cleared his mind of all the chaotic thoughts, his eyes as firm as a rock, and shouted, "Kill him!"

No matter what reason the Grand Preceptor had for setting him up, Wu Xian could not let him live any longer. The old man was going to die today!

The Imperial Advisor simply scoffed at this.

He was reminded: "Why doesn't the King of Wu take a look at the current situation?"

Upon hearing Wu Xian's order, the guards closest to the Grand Preceptor swarmed forward, their attack proving highly lethal. A dozen swords, spears, and halberds were simultaneously blocked by a skeletal warrior who emerged from the ground. The dozen or so men pressed down together, but the skeletal warrior remained unmoved.

Several guards gritted their teeth and exerted all their strength.

It was no match for the White Bone Warrior's single strike, which was followed by a sweeping attack.

The gunshots slammed into them head-on, sending over a dozen people flying backward, crashing to their sides. Some groaned as they rose, clutching their chest wounds only to find shattered ribs. This injury wasn't fatal; what was far more deadly was the deathly aura that was rampaging through their limbs and bones! Like maggots clinging to bones, it gnawed and tore at their dantian and meridians, akin to being slowly sliced ​​to death!

"You brat!"

Those with minor injuries slapped the ground and jumped up.

Despite the fact that his literary and martial arts skills are reversed, his skills, honed through years of hard work, are still intact!

Before he could charge a few steps, a slightly chilling force struck him squarely in the throat. The guard's momentum halted, and he was even pulled back a few steps, using his weapon to brace himself. The next instant after regaining his footing, he heard his lord, Wu Xian, cry out in astonishment and heartache, his lips seemingly calling out his courtesy name.

He blinked in confusion, and then a dull pain in his throat came belatedly.

He lowered his head slightly and could only see a small part of the tail feathers.

Even the slightest swallowing motion causes excruciating pain.

The arrow's power, under normal circumstances, wouldn't be enough to take down a valiant warrior clad in armor and helmet; even a more powerful general would struggle to get close. Unfortunately, most generals these days are only half-baked, and the scholars are equally incompetent. Taking down a mediocre, half-baked scholar, especially with a sneak attack, couldn't be easier!

Before he could even bear his injuries, he pulled out the arrow.

Buzz—

Another arrow struck right between the eyebrows.

An arrow pierced through his brow and flew out from the back of his head.

The guard died with immense resentment in his heart.

As his body fell, his vision gradually blurred, darkness engulfed him like a tide, and an indescribable chill squeezed his soul from all sides. His body began to fall, and the further he fell, the colder his soul grew, until he lost all consciousness.

jingle!

In the darkness, the faint sound of a bell could be heard.

A large open space appeared around Wu Xian and the Imperial Preceptor.

Corpses riddled with arrows lay scattered on the ground, all familiar faces to Wu Xian! Some were not of his own mind, constantly opposing him, while others were loyal ministers. The fallen guards were his own hand-picked protégés, many from collateral branches of the Wu clan, whose fathers and brothers had also shed their blood for Wu Xian's cause.

Now, all of them have fallen dramatically at our feet.

Wu Xian's world was stained red with blood.

A surge of intense hatred welled up within him, and his eyes turned bloodshot.

"Aaaaaaahh ...

The pain and regret in my heart could not be vented even by roaring.

Looking at Wu Xian, whose body was bursting with crimson light, the Imperial Preceptor frowned. Wu Xian seemed to be showing signs of breaking free from the constraints of the scholar's path.

This did not surprise him.

Even though he had perfected the ways of the scholar for many years, Wu Xian still held the imperial seal. No matter how useless he was, he was still the ruler of a country. The ways of the feudal lords were even more unreliable than the ways of the scholar. The Grand Preceptor didn't want to raise a tiger that would become a threat, so he waved his hand and said, "Take him down and depose him!"

The white-boned warriors obeyed orders without question.

"Do not harm my lord!"

The Gao general, who was far away, was so angry he almost vomited blood.

Anxious and desperate, they were held back by the endless stream of skeletal warriors crawling out of the pit. These skeletons were fearless of death; even if they were broken, they could pick up the skeletons and shove them into their joints without checking if the bones they picked up were their own. Once they were safe, they would start fighting.

They can be repeated countless times.

They, with their flesh and blood bodies, cannot do it.

In no time, the number of skeletal warriors increased with each battle, their bodies riddled with wounds. If it weren't for the soldiers' ability to generate morale and forge defenses, the army would have collapsed even faster. They were struggling to protect themselves, let alone rescue Wu Zhaode.

Even with everyone weeping and wailing, the outcome could not be changed.

As expected, the unexpected happened.

A streak of red light pierced the air, piercing through more than a dozen skeletons with a single spear thrust, landing squarely in front of the blood-soaked Wu Xian. When Wu Xian recognized the newcomer, his expression went blank; everyone else was completely dumbfounded, even the Imperial Advisor's facial nerves began to twitch, wondering if the newcomer had wandered into the wrong place. But what followed was even more astonishing: a short while later, another person with a pigtail flew in, stepping on others.

It's clear that he's not very skilled at using the "Chasing the Wind and Nibbling the Scenery" technique; he's using a lot of force with every facial muscle.

"This is so slow!" Gong Xichou slapped the head of a nearby skeleton away with one hand, then used his other hand to wedge the top of another skeleton's skull, twist it off, and hurled it with all his might, hitting the swarm of bones that surrounded him. "I never want to be a literary scholar in this lifetime."

A scholar using the "Swift as the Wind and Shadow" technique is like an eighty-year-old woman riding in a carriage—elegant, yes, but infuriatingly slow. A military general prioritizes efficiency in killing; what use is elegance to him?

Wu Xian's mind was completely blank.

It took me a long time to remember—

The boy with the pigtail who arrived later was Gong Xichou, a barbarian from another tribe who was so close to Shen Youli that they were practically having an affair. The boy who arrived first looked exactly like their illegitimate son. If he wasn't Shen Youli's child, he must have been Gong Xichou's. At the moment, the Gao and Kang kingdoms were still enemies!

Gong Xiqiu seemed to see through Wu Xian's thoughts.

He said calmly, "To catch the thief, you must first catch the king."

Wu Xian thought of himself.

Gong Xichou added: "It wasn't you."

Wu Xian almost spat out a mouthful of blood. The momentum he had just forcibly boosted also plummeted, and he felt the aftereffects of the outburst—exhaustion! Now, anyone with eyes could see that this national advisor had schemed against both countries.

To catch the thief, first catch the king; this "king" is naturally the imperial advisor.

Jimo Qiuxin has no distracting thoughts.

All he could see and thought about was the head of the Imperial Advisor.

Wu Xian watched as Gong Xi Chou deftly dealt with the skeletons with a wooden staff in his right hand, somewhat reminiscent of an old woman wielding a dragon-headed cane with great power. At the same time, Gong Xi Chou was clutching a bamboo slip in his left hand, hastily studying for the last minute, his forehead veins throbbing violently. Wu Xian gritted his teeth, pulled a weapon from the ground to cover Gong Xi Chou's retreat, and deflected a stray arrow that appeared out of nowhere.

"Is Shen Youli able to be in two places at once right now?"

They actually managed to send helpers to capture the Imperial Advisor?

In any case, he indirectly saved his own life.

Gong Xichou said, "I am stronger than you."

Compared to the Gao Kingdom, which was caught off guard and in complete chaos, the Kang Kingdom fared much better. Its three armies formed orderly ranks to resist the emerging skeletal warriors. They held off the first wave of attack, buying Gongshu Wu ample time to employ his Confucian principles. On the Kang Kingdom's battlefield, the ratio of living to skeletons was roughly equal.

The quality of the skeletons he awakened was clearly inferior to that of the former Wu Kingdom troops.

The only advantage was that the resentment of these skeletons, which had been buried alive by the Wu Kingdom, was too strong and had not been resolved for more than a hundred years. Therefore, they were willing to help fight the war without any coercion from Gongshu Wu. They were brave and fearless of death! The Kang Kingdom's troops used them as a defensive line to organize counterattacks, which greatly reduced their casualties.

Wu Xian was so choked that he almost vomited blood.

"for you!"

He kicked a handy weapon at Gong Xichou.

Gong Xichou was kicked away, and he warned, "Get out of my way!"

Wu Xian: "..."

He then realized that the wooden staff in Gongxi Chou's hand was unusual. A skeleton struck once would move slowly, a second strike would fracture its bones, and a third strike would cause it to fall apart on the spot, unable to be pieced back together in a short time. These skeletal warriors seemed to be able to think, and became much more cautious towards Gongxi Chou, no longer swarming him as they had before.

They chose a smarter approach: if close combat didn't work, they switched to ranged attacks! With a wave of their hands, they conjured spears over ten feet long, which thrust forward in unison, or they conjured bows and arrows, firing several volleys simultaneously.

The current Gong Xi Chou is not the same person who could clear out an area of ​​several feet with a single tremor of his body. He is now furious when his enemies try to play dirty tricks on him. He managed to cast a weak but effective spell amplification on his elder brother with great difficulty. If even basic spells are this difficult, then offensive spells are even more challenging.

Just then, the wooden staff in my hand became strangely hot.

Looking down, I realized that the little red flower had been splattered with blood.

Gong Xichou thought to himself, "This is bad!"

This little red flower is my brother's lifeblood.

Just as he was thinking about how to explain to Ji Moqiu, the petals of the little red flower grew wildly, and the stamens gathered into crimson beads the size of fish eggs. A wisp of childlike consciousness entered his mind.

Gong Xichou's expression shifted subtly for a moment: "Use it like this?"

The elder brother would often use his divine power to nurture the little red flower when he had free time, which is why it blooms year-round without fading. While being nurtured, the little red flower also stored Ji Moqiu's divine power. Over the years, the accumulated divine power had become a considerable amount.

It can come in handy at crucial moments!

Gongxi Chou understood.

With a flick of the wooden stick, the fish roe scattered everywhere.

So this is what it's like to be a high priest.

Gong Xichou's side was relatively stable, and Ji Moqiu was also keeping an eye on the Grand Preceptor. However, the Grand Preceptor was protected by four or five powerful White Bone Generals who could draw upon the endless death energy on the battlefield, making it difficult to defeat him in the short term.

The Grand Preceptor showed no fear of Ji Moqiu's actions, a dark glint appearing in his eyes as he sneered, "The High Priest of the Gongxi Clan, hehehe, is this what our late lord desperately sought but could not obtain?"

Ji Moqiu asked in a calm voice, "Are you the traitor?"

He single-handedly parried several attacks.

Although their actions were constrained, they did not appear cramped, indicating that they had ample energy to spare.

"Traitor?" The Grand Preceptor seemed to have heard a funny joke, his lips curving into a mocking smile. "On what grounds does the High Priest question me? In terms of loyalty, no one in the entire Wu Kingdom is more loyal to the late lord than I am."

He sighed deeply.

He said, "The people who killed our lord were the Gongxi clan."

Looking at these comrades-in-arms from over a hundred years ago who had crawled out of the ground, he sighed, "Wu Kingdom, what a pity."

After speaking, his cold gaze fell back on Ji Moqiu.

"High Priest, you deserve to die too!" He raised his hand and swept it across his eyes, revealing a mask and armor. A powerful aura of martial energy erupted from him. His imposing presence and refined demeanor combined the majesty of a warrior with the composure of a scholar while standing on horseback.

The Great Banner Camp.

Lin Feng carried the flag and charged straight to the front line.

This banner was four or five zhang long, and its pole was thicker than the waists of two adults combined. Fluttering in the wind, it was exceptionally conspicuous. Since the army's movements depended on the banner's position, Lin Feng could not retreat under any circumstances. He charged forward to the vicinity of the large pit, protecting the banner while clearing away enemy bones. She slammed her fist into the ground, followed by several more punches raining down like thunder.

Then he plunged the banner deep into the pit, and with a backhand motion, sent more than a dozen skeletons flying.

"You cowardly scoundrels, dare to come again!" Dozens of Corpse Vine climbed up the flagpole, baring their fangs and claws to intimidate any attackers.

Beneath the flagpole, Lin Feng held a long knife.

Countless skeletons continued to emerge from the edge of the deep pit.

Lin Feng's murderous aura made them shrink back.

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The skeleton of a corporate slave from a thousand years ago: "...Let me see what humans are doing thousands of years from now?"