Plan 33
"What are Feiwu's plans?" Ruoyao pushed open my door. "Recently, everyone seems very busy. Did you make the necessary moves?"
I smiled without saying a word and stared straight at him.
"Feiwu, do you really intend to destroy the Khitan?" Ruoyao's serious and earnest tone was somewhat amusing.
"Of course not. Besides, people from the martial arts world rarely concern themselves with national affairs unless they encounter foreign enemies. They are loyal to the country. But Yao, have you considered that the current emperor is no ordinary person? To be honest, I yearn for freedom more. I don't want to see the two countries go to war and suffer heavy losses, nor do I want to use the emperor from the martial arts world to block the Khitan. I'm afraid that the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. If the martial arts world and the Khitan fight, even if we don't die, we will be injured. In the end, it will benefit the emperor. He might even repay kindness with enmity and take the opportunity to annihilate the martial arts forces in one fell swoop."
"Feiwu's analysis is very reasonable, but the power of the Khitan and the Demonic Sect is at its zenith. How can we both prevent them from being weakened and dispel their ideas?"
"If possible, we should make them understand that the Central Plains are teeming with talent and are not to be trifled with, especially since many sects have already joined forces, ready to resist their invasion at any time. The Khitans are a shrewd people; unless they are certain of a decisive victory, they will never easily advance. We just need to direct our attacks at the Demonic Sect. Without the Demonic Sect's strong support, and with a group of people determined to resist to the death, the Yelü clan will have no choice but to give up," I said calmly.
"So, what we're doing now is uniting the various sects in the Central Plains and eliminating the Demonic Cult?" Ruoyao looked at me. "It's indeed much simpler than participating in war, but what does Feiwu plan to do? There are hundreds, if not thousands, of sects in the Central Plains. Although the major orthodox sects like Shaolin, Wudang, Emei, Kunlun, and Beihai are easy to persuade, the strength of those sects that are neither entirely righteous nor entirely evil should not be underestimated. Defeating them one by one will take a lot of time. Moreover, the Demonic Cult members are extremely cunning; it's difficult to even see through their true nature. How can we annihilate them?"
"Nothing ventured, nothing gained. Who is the most interesting person to the Demonic Sect?" I lay lazily on my pillow, looking at Ruoyao.
"Feiwu? You?" Ruoyao asked with some concern.
“But if you part ways with Yelü Hong, they probably won’t trust you as much.”
"Why do you think I endured that knife wound?" I laughed, a smile that was quite alluring.
"Although it was a clean break, it misled Yelü Hong into believing I still had feelings for him. Therefore, the Demonic Sect naturally wouldn't inflict too much torture on me. Physical pain is probably unavoidable, and they might even try to control me, especially my blood. However, so far, they don't understand the essence of my blood. They only know that using poison on me is unwise, but..."
"No, it's too risky. We can only go if it's in the fog. How can we just watch you suffer? Besides, Lu Buwang is so cunning, I don't trust him. And Palace Master Han wouldn't agree to it either."
“Otherwise, what do we do if we can’t infiltrate the Demonic Sect?” I looked coldly at Ruoyao.
"It's not fog!" Ruo Yao's eyes reddened.
"I've made up my mind. Send out a call to arms to the Shaolin Temple on Mount Song, asking them to gather heroes from all over the world for us in Kaifeng. We'll say that the Khitans have gone too far, betrayed our trust, and repaid kindness with enmity. Also, exaggerate the extent of Yelü Hong's severe injury to me. I hope that righteous people from all over the world can unite and fight together against our common enemy."
"Okay. Not fog."
"It must be hard to feel remorse, right?" I said softly, watching Ruoyao's figure gradually disappear into the distance.
“He’s not as foolish as he used to be, but I’m afraid it will be hard for him to let go.” Ruoyao turned around and sighed softly.
"If I were kidnapped by the Demonic Cult during the Heroes' Gathering and returned covered in blood, wouldn't I be filled with remorse and righteous indignation?" I chuckled softly.
"So you even thought of this much, Fei Wu, thank you for your hard work." Ruo Yao smiled.
"Also, of course, we can't let Han Beiming know. This is a secret between the two of us." I winked at him.
"I'm afraid it's not just him, I'm absolutely certain that Dr. Duan Diyang also treats you very well?" Ruoyao said with ulterior motives.
"Really?" I feigned ignorance.
"And what about that senior Binghong who seems to dote on you? If he knew you were kidnapped, he'd probably find the roof of the Demonic Sect's palace a nuisance."
"No, he's smarter than me, a true confidant. He must understand my intentions." I closed my eyes and began to imagine the terrifying tortures the Demonic Church might employ.
"Come on, eat more." Han Beiming kept putting food on my plate. The atmosphere at the dinner table was initially quite pleasant, but it had become increasingly tense lately. Ruo Yao could remain indifferent, but Duan Diyang was becoming more and more blatant. I had to admit he was indeed very gentle, not only good-tempered but also a good person. Most importantly, he and I were both doctors, although he mainly treated patients, while I primarily manufactured poisons and antidotes. I only thought of treating patients when things got boring. When treating patients, I would often play pranks by testing medicines on unsuspecting patients. Of course, they were all unaware.
But the saying "it's comforting to work with someone in the same field" truly resonated with me. Conversations with him were easy, because we both understood each other's meaning, especially regarding our medical insights and thoughts on difficult cases. Over the course of half a month, our topics shifted from medicine to other subjects, and we became quite close, able to talk about anything. I felt he was a true confidant, albeit only in the medical field. Meanwhile, Han Beiming remained very busy. He was gathering intelligence, seemingly preparing to avenge me, while also dealing with the harassment from the Demonic Sect. His busiest task was collecting top-quality tonics for me, fearing for my health. Actually, I found myself missing the Han Beiming who used to ignore me. This new Han Beiming felt very unfamiliar. Although being pampered felt good, sometimes his intense gaze sent chills down my spine, making me fear that I might be devoured without a trace. He now knew I was focused on dealing with Yelü Hong, so he hadn't mentioned keeping me in the Underworld Palace. But I still worried; would he let me go once these matters were resolved? I'm afraid it will be difficult for them to escape this time.
Duan Diyang stared blankly at Han Beiming's oblivious and doting manner, an unnatural smile playing on his lips. He wondered what Han Beiming was thinking. He tried his best to be shameless; if Han Beiming wasn't afraid of losing face, why should he? However, his tendency to blush easily persisted; he would involuntarily blush, and every time he did, Han Beiming would give him a knowing smile. This made him even more uneasy. Back when Yelü Hong was so protective of him, he never felt this way, like a frog being watched by a snake.
Sigh, I've always avoided emotions, always been unwilling to fall in love, always disbelieved in true love, always longed for a carefree life, always thought I could live a carefree life alone, visiting friends occasionally, seeing the sick when I had time, even traveling all over the country, feeling completely relaxed. I never imagined I would be caught up in so many people and things, unable to extricate myself. When I was still Mo Fei, because I couldn't break free from the shackles that bound me, unable to develop my abilities, I could only silently hope and wait for care. But now, looking back, haven't I also created my own shackles? Single-mindedly seeking revenge against Yelü Hong, single-mindedly destroying the demonic sect, I have long forgotten the beauty of freedom.
The world is vast, there must be a place for me. With a clear mind like a mirror, I can break free from the shackles of my soul. When I have fulfilled my wish, I want to cast everything aside and continue to be a free-flying bird, never again to touch the unfathomable web of emotions.
Moreover, if I don't destroy the demonic sect, I'm afraid I'll never have a day of peace; and if I don't eliminate Yelü Hong, I'm afraid I'll never have a peaceful mind. After thinking it over, I made up my mind.
"What are you daydreaming about?" Han Beiming's complaining voice rang in my ears.
"It's nothing," I smiled. Ruoyao looked at me calmly, her eyes conveying a sense of caution.
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