It was several days later when news of Feng Aotian's victory reached the imperial court.
The Grand Preceptor Xuanji's initial victory was also within Yuan Qi's expectations. After all, he is the Grand Preceptor, and his strength is undeniable. He is not an incompetent fool. How could he not win a single match?
Along with the battle report came one of Feng Aotian's personal servants. This servant went straight to Yuan Qi's stall and bought all the remaining Kunlun jade amulets she had, spending a total of nearly 200,000 taels of silver.
Yuan Qi learned from the servant that Feng Aotian's jade pendant was cracked.
The servant told him that the jade talisman was very effective, and it was fortunate that Feng Aotian had bought a lot of various talismans from Yuan Qi beforehand, especially for the younger generation and elders who participated in the Feng family's relocation of the graves, each of them had one.
If it weren't for Yuan Qi's talisman, who knows how many of his generals would have been lost.
The servant also said that the Great General was very frightened, as several of the army's deputy generals had become mentally impaired.
Yuan Qi had been prepared for this for several days. She had anticipated that Feng Aotian would send someone to buy talismans, and she had prepared quite a few.
Apart from the Kunlun jade talisman, everything else can be given away free of charge.
Yuan Qi took out a box from the cloth bag, which was full of talismans, mostly yellow ones.
Yuan Qi meticulously explained the usage of each talisman, and talismans with different effects were placed in different cloth bags. The categorization was very clear.
The servant was naturally very grateful.
Yuan Qi said politely, "No matter what, the Jiang family and the Feng family are in-laws, so we should help with this. With these, at least we can save the lives of the soldiers. It doesn't matter whether we win or lose the battle, as long as they don't all die."
The servant twitched his lips. This girl dared to say anything. Others would just mutter to themselves, but she was unrestrained and said whatever was considered unlucky.
"What does the rebel leader look like?"
The servant said, "He was dressed in red, with a white face and red hair, looking like a monster. His name is Tanxi."
Yuan Qi's expression turned strange, and he muttered, "This guy actually ran off to the south. No wonder the Northern Ghost Emperor couldn't find him."
The servant didn't hear what Yuan Qi said clearly, but Yuan Qi said loudly again: "This person is not easy to deal with. The Imperial Preceptor may not be his match. I will draw a talisman for you now. If the Imperial Preceptor cannot deal with this thing, take this out and give Tan Xi a surprise."
Yuan Qi acted immediately, taking out cinnabar ink, a talisman brush, and blank talisman paper from her cloth bag. She drew a talisman with smooth, flowing movements, which, in the servant's eyes, looked more like a random scribble.
The only thing that looked somewhat decent was the cluster of fire in the middle of the talisman.
Yuan Qi extended his right index and middle fingers, twirled them in the air a few times, and a cluster of flames appeared at his fingertips. The flames landed in the middle of the talisman paper, but instead of burning, they disappeared. However, the cluster of flames in the middle of the talisman paper looked even redder and even flickered twice.
Yuan Qi folded the talisman and sealed it with a seal before solemnly handing it to the servant: "Take this. Remember, only use it when the Grand Preceptor is on the verge of death. Do not open it under normal circumstances; only open it when you need to use it. Make sure the side with the talisman faces the rebels, and you will burn them to ashes. Remember, never open it, and never let the talisman face your own people."
The servant nodded solemnly: "I understand. Miss Seven means that whoever this talisman faces when it is opened will be burned to death."
Yuan Qi hummed in agreement: "The people of the Great General are indeed clever; they understand things immediately."
Yuan Qi was in a particularly good mood today. After consulting the oracle three times, he returned to the Jiang residence and directly slapped half of the 200,000 taels of silver notes in front of Daoist Guangcheng.
"Look, this is the money I made selling talismans, isn't it a lot!"
When Daoist Guangcheng saw the stack of these thousand-tael silver notes, his mouth stretched to the back of his head in a wide grin.
"Good disciple, good disciple! You are truly my good disciple." Daoist Guangcheng picked up the silver notes and counted them—a full one hundred!
“It’s not that I care about the money, it’s just that our Taoist temple is currently running a deficit. Your fellow disciples are all starving. We don’t have rice to give porridge to the refugees, and we don’t have medicine to treat the sick. We need money everywhere. Your money is a real lifesaver! My disciple, if you need any help, just tell me.”
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In the Suiyang Army.
Upon returning to the main tent, the servant Cheng Yang presented the official document from the imperial court to Feng Aotian.
Feng Aotian showed no expression after reading it, and casually handed the official document to a few junior officers next to him, all of whom were descendants of the Feng family.
The official document contained little praise, after all, they had lost the previous few matches against Feng Aotian, and with the Imperial Advisor's assistance this time, a victory was to be expected.
As everyone knew, after taking turns glancing at the document, it eventually returned to Feng Aotian's hands.
Cheng Yang said, "The jade talismans that General Wang asked me to buy have been purchased. Miss Qi also gave me many more, and the usage instructions are clearly written."
Feng Aotian finally smiled, seeing the box full of talismans, and thought to himself that at least his life could be saved.
Many of the Feng family's underage children have died, and these adults cannot afford any more mishaps.
He distributed the jade talismans to the Feng family members in the tent, and after looking at the talismans in the box, he gave several to each of them, instructing them to stick them in their own tents.
It's not that Feng Jia Aotian is afraid of death, but that the Feng family has already suffered enough deaths, with over a hundred children dying prematurely. They can't afford to lose any more.
After all the younger generation had left, Cheng Yang took out the painting that Yuan Qi had drawn on the spot.
"Great General, the Seventh Miss said this talisman is very powerful. It can only be used when the Imperial Preceptor is about to die, and it cannot be opened..." Cheng Yang explained in detail the process of Yuan Qi drawing this talisman.
Feng Aotian thought more deeply than Cheng Yang. He felt that Yuan Qi disliked the Imperial Preceptor, and he also knew that the Imperial Preceptor's nephew had died at Yuan Qi's hands. Yuan Qi did not want the Imperial Preceptor to live a good life.
This is only natural. Yuan Qi had done a favor for the Feng family, so he would just do as he was told. Besides, he didn't like the Imperial Advisor, and he suspected that the Imperial Advisor was helping the Emperor to deal with the Feng family.
Although the death of the Feng family child appeared to have nothing to do with the royal family, he had a feeling that the Imperial Advisor was definitely aware of it. Otherwise, how could that good-for-nothing from the Feng family have been so lucky as to find half of the mourning staff?
That good-for-nothing had no good luck while he was alive, and he's even less likely to have any after he's dead.
Feng Aotian was studying the talismans alone in the tent and found that they were mostly defensive, with only one talisman that he was not allowed to see being offensive.
Feng Aotian sighed and muttered to himself, "I don't know how to use offensive talismans either. Even if I did, it would be much less effective."
In fact, Feng Aotian was thinking of asking Yuan Qi for help when necessary, but now was not the time. Wouldn't it be better to ask Yuan Qi to come when the Grand Preceptor was about to die?
At the very bottom, Feng Aotian found an envelope containing a talisman and instructions.
"A message transmitted over a thousand miles will surely arrive upon receipt."
Feng Aotian smiled and said, "This Seventh Miss has foreseen everything."
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