"Someone tried to stop him and asked the King of Jingnan why he was going. The King of Jingnan replied that it was for the eternal peace of the country and the eternal security of the country. Then they withdrew on their own and no longer tried to stop him."
He sighed, "Your Majesty, this is prestige."
Wen Xian's expression darkened and twisted completely: "Huangfu Sizheng, are you just here to laugh at me?"
The one who spoke through the head of the civil official was the Chief of Shennong Division, Huangfu Yan.
Huangfu Yan said: "Of course I wouldn't dare."
"But you see, this is the truth. Your brother, the Prince of Jingnan, who once awed the world with his illustrious military exploits, has decided to rebel."
"Also, we have successfully gathered over ten thousand soldiers... and the tacit approval of that saint."
Wen Xian was silent and asked, "Did Grandma Wang Shu really agree?"
Huangfu Yan sighed, "The Saint has taken action, and the spiritual energy in Cangfengzhou has been sealed off. Only the spiritual energy can enter but not leave."
Wen Xian's eyes widened, and he gritted his teeth and said, "What's wrong with Cangfengzhou?! After willingly giving in for so many years, why would they suddenly regret it?"
Huangfu Yan shook his head and said, "I don't know."
"But this thing must be very important, important enough to challenge the fate of a country, to allow Wen Qi to have such courage."
Wen Xian stared at the head intently: "I know... I know what it is."
"Elixir of immortality! Only the elixir of immortality can drive Wen Qie crazy!"
"Huangfu Yan, can you contact the Shennong Division in Cangfengzhou?"
Huangfu Yan shook his head. "No, but before the state was sealed, Wang Yangbo, who was in charge of Cangfengzhou's affairs, suddenly died. I activated the two puppets in Cangfengzhou, and they are still weakly connected."
"As long as any of these puppets is killed, I can immediately replace its consciousness."
The chief of the Shennong Division is good at the art of偃術.
It is also commonly known as puppetry.
…
Hidden outside Fengzhou.
Wen Qie stood at the edge of the barrier, with his hands behind his back, looking calmly at the golden boundary in front of him.
Behind him, flags fluttered in the wind.
The army of more than 10,000 people has spontaneously organized itself into the familiar ranks and has strict discipline.
Although they did not have time to change into neat armor, their clothes were uneven and the flags they raised were different.
But at this moment, their expressions were surprisingly similar, all with a fanaticism that was almost religious, and no one made any unnecessary movements.
These were all soldiers who followed Wen Qie voluntarily, and were also his former subordinates. Most of them were elites among them.
Like Li Hongling, Wen Qie is also good at formations.
Moreover, unlike Li Hongling who changed her career from a disciple of the Martial Saint to a martial arts master, Wen Qie had visited various famous formation masters when he was young and summed up his own formation on the battlefield.
He is a true practitioner of power formation.
The morning light in the sky gradually brightened.
Wen Qie, who had been marching all night, suddenly turned around and shouted, "Form a battle line!"
"yes!"
Ten thousand people responded in unison, their voices so loud that they could stop the moving clouds.
The soldiers formed into a battle formation in an instant. In an instant, their momentum soared into the sky, as if even the ground shook.
But the formation did not take shape because Wen Qie, as the core of the formation, did not activate the formation.
Wen Qie didn't want to form a formation either, this move was just to boost morale.
After entering Cangfengzhou, the formation is also useless.
But human hearts are useful.
In this cage without spiritual energy, the mortal body is the real power.
However, the others are just a piece of steel plate at best.
And Wen Qie wants to turn his army into an unbreakable city!
He will take this city and crush everything that dares to stand in his way!
This is the opportunity given to him by Wang Shu, and naturally it is also a test, and he will hand in the most perfect answer.
Wen Qie took a deep breath and shouted, "Let's go!"
He took the lead and entered the barrier of Cangfengzhou.
…
Chen Kuang did not act out of sympathy.
But the identity of this young man is very unusual - a young man who was once the bodyguard of the Martial Saint could not be chosen casually.
But what is very strange is that after making such a great sacrifice for the Martial Saint, the young man does not seem to have gained any benefits.
If this young man died, that would be fine.
After all, how can a dead person ask for benefits?
But now, although the boy survived, he was living a miserable life.
From the moment he was possessed by the spirit, he wore the green turban, indicating that his original identity was the son of a prostitute.
As a lowly woman, it was indeed normal to be treated casually in a brothel.
But not long after he experienced that battle and became the vessel of the Martial Saint, he returned to his original situation. This was a little unbelievable.
This shows that the Wusheng Pavilion did not regard him as a human being at all, but simply as a tool to be discarded after use.
Under such circumstances, Chen Kuang did not think that the young man would still not be able to see the true face of the Martial Saint Pavilion, or even "volunteer" to be the container as before.
At this moment, it is right to feel resentment.
And as we all know, the enemy of my enemy... is my friend.
The young man looked at the hand Chen Kuang extended, shook his head, and stood up.
"I just wiped the floor and table with a rag, and my hands are so dirty."
He explained awkwardly, then said somewhat dejectedly, "The one before you...who split a mountain with one punch...wasn't me. It was that unrivaled martial saint."
Chen Kuang did not withdraw his hand, but smiled and said:
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