Chapter 1083: Civil and Military Affairs Reversed (Part 12) [Two-in-One]
Ji Mo Cong's eyes turned cold.
Wei Cheng's plan was immediately apparent.
He sighed inwardly, his expression growing even more sharp and resolute. Cutting off any unnecessary soft-heartedness or hesitation, he coldly announced in his final voice, "Wei Yucheng, if you insist on being stubborn, I have no choice but to grant your wish!"
This was certainly not to allow him to continue his killing spree.
Ji Mo Cong knew this, and Wei Cheng was even more aware of it.
He laughed wildly, his laughter unrestrained and arrogant, each roar louder than the last, like a demonic sound piercing the soul. Soldiers of both nations and armies, friend and foe alike, were affected to varying degrees, personally experiencing Wei Cheng's resentment. Those with weaker wills, overwhelmed by this chilling emotion, wept uncontrollably: "Stubborn to the end? Hahahaha! I, Wei Cheng, have fought countless battles, and this is the evaluation I receive? Ji Mo Miaoming, since you call yourself a worthless outcast, you should go and be your high priest!"
Instead of attacking him under ridiculous banners.
God, God's subjects!
How arrogant! How laughable!
Wei Cheng's last words even cracked and broke in his voice, yet Ji Mo Cong remained completely unmoved. Countless strands of blood, gathered from divine power, coalesced into a massive sphere of light at the tip of the wooden staff in just a few breaths, emitting a faint glow from the cratered battlefield. If viewed from above, one would see these rays of light rapidly converging along a certain pattern and path, forming a dazzling and profound pattern.
These patterns and textures are consistent with the subtle patterns on the high priest's robes.
Qian Yong's tense nerves finally relaxed. As he exhaled the breath he had been holding for so long, he was surprised to find his forehead covered in sweat, and his inner shirt clinging tightly to his skin. Judging from the current situation, Wei Cheng seemed to be completely restrained by this woman named Ji Mo Cong, and it was highly unlikely that he could turn the tide. But a new doubt arose: "Wei Yucheng is, after all, a twentieth-rank Marquis; shouldn't he have some trump cards up his sleeve?"
Kang Shi rolled his eyes rudely: "Don't jinx it."
Qian Yong choked for a moment, then flew into a rage.
How dare Kang Jishou call others jinxes?
Gong Shuwu, who had always kept a low profile, had seen through the situation: "Wei Yucheng's greatest advantage is that he is not afraid of pain. As long as he does not exhaust his death energy or suffer a severe blow to his soul, he is almost invincible among his peers. However, this is also his greatest disadvantage! Without the barrier of his physical body, even if his strength reaches the twentieth level of the Chehou realm, his soul is always exposed."
In layman's terms, this armor is equivalent to the soul, representing the physical body. With this armor, one gains +99 Yin resistance, +99 Yang resistance, and +55 to each of the other attributes. Without the physical body and the resistance bonuses, these two forces directly strike the soul, making even a simple attack a critical hit. Not to mention, Ji Mo Cong also tricked Wei Cheng, creating a massive attack from the inside out.
Shen Tang asked worriedly, "So, even half a step is like this?"
If you encounter an elemental advantage, won't you get ambushed and killed?
Gong Shuwu remained calm: "As long as my luck isn't too bad."
Martial arts practitioners rarely pursue martial energy attributes; they generally focus on technique, speed, reaction time, verbal prowess, the will of a martial artist, and building the Martial Arts Hall. With the exception of a very few exceptional individuals, the martial energy attributes they cultivate generally encompass the seven elements of metal, wood, water, fire, earth, and yin and yang, differing only in their proportions. Gong Shuwu was like this in his lifetime, only forced to pursue the extreme path after turning into bones.
Gong Shuwu silently added another sentence in his mind.
[Or perhaps avoid someone like my nephew Yun Chi...] Martial artists who have reached a certain level of mastery can extract a single attribute from their martial energy for a short period. This was the move that nearly killed Gong Cheng when Gong Shuwu first used his martial intent against Gong Cheng.
If Shao Chong hadn't saved him in time, he would have died a second time.
Shen Tang almost had PTSD when she heard the word "luck".
Amidst the chills, I secretly made up my mind.
To be on the safe side, before Kang Jishou completes his deceptive scholarly ways, he absolutely cannot allow Kang Shi and Gong Shuwu to cooperate!
Absolutely not!
Kang Shi inexplicably felt a chill down his neck, and his hair stood on end.
Although Wu Xian wasn't familiar with these obscure facts, he could tell that Wei Cheng's situation was dire. Ever since the woman named Ji Mo Cong flew out of Wei Cheng's chest, Wei Cheng seemed to have lost the ability to resist. He was so anxious that the veins on his forehead bulged, and his face flushed. Several times he tried to get up and do something. But when he caught a glimpse of the calm and collected Grand Preceptor, his surging anxiety subsided.
Until he could no longer sit still.
"Grand Preceptor, how should we resolve the current situation?"
The trapped general is the Grand Preceptor's nephew and the leader of the Eternal Life Sect. I don't believe this Grand Preceptor can really sit still; he's too composed. Wu Xian lowered his face and urged the Grand Preceptor repeatedly, but the Grand Preceptor only glanced at him, his eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.
Wu Xian's remaining words were all shut down.
He could only cover his embarrassment with a forced laugh.
In the time it takes to say a few words, Ji Mo Cong's formation is complete, but she shows no joy. On the contrary, Wei Cheng, who is trapped, laughs wildly, and even the faint flames in his eyes cannot stop him: "Ji Mo Miaoming, it seems that fate is on my side this time. The god you believe in has not blessed you. You have lost!"
As soon as the words were spoken, the ground began to collapse around Wei City, and the giant crater continued to expand outward, soon approaching the vanguard camps of both armies. Shen Tang and the others had already ordered a retreat, and their orders were strictly followed. Even though the incident happened suddenly, there was no panic, let alone any stampede. On the other hand, the situation was slightly worse for the Gao Kingdom. A dozen or so unlucky souls lost their footing and fell into the crater before they could react.
If the civil and military skills hadn't been reversed, this accident and the height wouldn't have killed anyone at all; they might have even been rescued before landing. However, because they were reversed, their reactions were always a beat or two slower: "Quick, save them!"
Before any rescue operation could be carried out, terrified screams came from the bottom of the pit.
The screams lasted for a moment before abruptly ceasing.
From the first scream, a series of screams followed, high-pitched and piercing, sending chills down the spines of those who heard them. After the screams began, the soldiers near the pit also smelled a strong stench of blood! There seemed to be something at the bottom of the pit!
Upon seeing this, Shen Tang's spirits lifted.
He gave Gong Shuwu a look: "Are you confident?"
"The deathly aura at the bottom of the pit is incredibly strong! There are many 'people' there! My chances are only fifty-fifty, and all I can say is that I'll try my best to communicate." As Gong Shuwu spoke, the flames in his eyes visibly brightened. This change wasn't intentional on his part, but rather a direct result of the astonishingly strong deathly aura here! Deathly aura is to life-giving fire what oxygen is to flame—it's an accelerant!
Shen Tang took a deep breath: "Just do your best."
Old ginger is spicier.
Compared to Wei Cheng, Gong Shuwu was still too young.
As the collapse subsided and the dust gradually settled, everyone could see how big the pit was—it occupied almost a tenth of the entire battlefield! The pit was estimated to be over twenty zhang (approximately 33 meters) in size, with an inverted semi-circular light gray barrier in the center.
Golden halos occasionally swirled above the barrier.
These golden threads are actually flowing, secret patterns!
With good eyesight, one could even see countless dark shadows moving below through the thin mist, and faintly hear the sounds of clashing swords and galloping horses. A cross-section of the pit's soil revealed hundreds of skeletons! It's unimaginable how many corpses lie beneath this land.
Wei Cheng, Ji Mo Cong, and Ji Mo Qiu did not fall.
They floated above the formation.
Wei Cheng was encased in a cocoon by countless special-attribute threads sprayed from the formation, unable to move. The cocoon spread upwards from his feet, quickly reaching above his chest. Ji Moqiu looked at Wei Cheng, then glanced at the completely destroyed seal beneath the formation.
I don't know if this time I'll make a profit or a loss.
Ji Mo Cong said, "There weren't this many people last time I came."
"Was the seal placed by our ancestors?"
"No, we just reinforced it twice as instructed. The resentment of these corpses below is too strong. We can only let time slowly wear down the resentment. If we don't seal it, it will cause trouble. I didn't expect that after more than a hundred years, the resentment has not decreased but increased..." With Ji Mo Cong's carefulness, he guessed the reason. It was nothing more than some force fighting here again, leaving behind and burying tens of thousands of corpses.
They built another mass grave on top of the first one.
It would be strange if the resentment could be reduced.
Ji Moqiu also found the situation difficult and could only consult the more experienced Ji Mocong: "Please, senior, do not hesitate to give me your guidance and point out my mistakes."
Ji Mo Cong looked at the boy before her who resembled her remarkably much, and who shared a bloodline connection with her, suggesting they were descendants of countless generations. She opened her mouth, a hint of embarrassment appearing on her usually aloof face. As a senior, she felt obligated to clear obstacles for her juniors, even if she couldn't help, she couldn't afford to make things worse: "To be honest, I'm truly unable to help with this matter."
Ji Moqiu: "..."
Ji Mo Cong said, "I do not like killing."
The subtext is that she doesn't care about the war between the two factions, and she, who has been dead for over a hundred years, isn't responsible for the mess it creates. She's only responsible for dealing with Wei City. As for trouble outside Wei City? Whoever caused it, deal with it; don't bother her.
Ji Moqiu strangely understood what she meant.
Just as Ji Mo Cong was thinking that his mission was accomplished and he could ascend to heaven in peace, his junior raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the Kang Kingdom army.
Ji Mo Cong was puzzled and could only guess.
"Is it the secular power you've come out of seclusion to assist?"
"Um."
"This action violates clan rules, but I am already deceased and cannot interfere in the affairs of you children, therefore I will not reprimand you." Was it politeness that she didn't scold Ji Moqiu on the spot? No, it was because she didn't have time. "You, you'd better watch yourself..."
Ji Moqiu: "It is the force commanded by His Highness."
Ji Mo Cong's mind went blank for a moment: "Your Highness?"
"Yes, Your Highness."
Ji Mo Cong: "..."
Let her think of who in the Gongxi clan could be called High Priest or Your Highness. Ji Moqiu reminded her, "During the days when our ancestors were trapped in the heart of Wei City, enduring hardship and biding their time, didn't they already know about Your Highness's birth? You... have forgotten?"
If the "gods" hadn't unexpectedly awakened, how could the inner society of those gods who drank divine blood and lived carefree lives, hiding underground and controlling the winds and clouds, have been so easily restricted? Even their physical bodies were gradually turning into trees.
Ji Mo Cong: "..."
If she weren't already a soul, she would be sweating bullets right now: "For over a hundred years, I've been keeping an eye on Wei Yucheng, basically dealing only with this guy, and then there were those toys from the Gods' Guild..."
Her life was extremely simple.
Meditate, keep watch, and beat up the soul of the inner society.
It's too simplistic and crude; even my once-proud brain isn't functioning properly anymore.
This is similar to how you can't play chess with bad players every day; if you play with them too often, your own chess skills will plummet.
Ji Mo Cong looked down at the formation that had been completely destroyed.
My mood is even worse than when Wei Cheng is out of control.
Looking down helplessly at her almost transparent soul, she realized there was truly nothing she could do this time. However, she was still reliable enough to give Ji Moqiu a little extra help before leaving, teaching him a forbidden sealing technique: "If it's truly irreversible, then you should die for your cause."
As long as you're willing to risk your life, there's no demon or monster you can't seal away.
A prime example is Weicheng.
Ji Moqiu opened his mouth, his pupils dilating in shock.
It seems he wanted to ask his senior if he was joking.
Ji Mo Cong was certainly not joking. Having received orthodox high priest education since childhood, death was never the end of life in her mind. Martyrdom was merely shedding this heavy physical body, and she believed that Ji Mo Qiu would also have this understanding.
She took one last look at the world.
"I hope you can tell me good news next time we meet."
Having said that, the last bit of his soul poured into the closing formation, forming the final part. The giant bronze lock closed layer by layer, gradually swallowing Wei Cheng's roar: "...Ji Mo Miaoming, how many more years can you stop me this time?"
This sealing effect is far less effective than Ji Mo Cong's peak performance.
Wei Cheng will only serve a few years in prison at most before being released.
If someone were to help him from the outside, his escape would be even faster.
Moreover, this land will witness an even more brutal carnage; corpses, blood, and resentment will only nourish him, helping him break through his bottleneck. When he emerges again, who can stop him? Before the formation completely sank to the bottom, Wei Cheng's words could still be faintly heard: "You will regret this..."
With the disappearance of Weicheng, Wu Xian was completely numb.
He thought his teammates were going to pull off a godlike run and make a big move, but instead they pulled off a huge disaster, while his other teammate remained indifferent. Wu Xian had even thought the Grand Tutor had some amazing backup plan. The battle took a sharp turn for the worse, and he didn't have time to think about the conspiracy behind the Grand Tutor's unusual behavior; reality didn't give him the chance to remain calm and numb.
Bottom of the pit...
Something is trying to crawl out!
One, two, three, four...
All of them were bones!
Some of the skeletons were missing limbs, moving slowly and stiffly, but as they climbed upwards, they visibly became faster and more agile. The tattered armor they wore frantically absorbed death energy, gradually repairing itself to its former appearance. In the final few meters, they used a single step to leap over the wall and reach the edge of the pit! In the blink of an eye, their numbers increased from dozens, hundreds, thousands, and then to thousands…
Wu Xian and Shen Tang both noticed something was wrong.
"These...aren't these the Wu Kingdom troops summoned by Wei City?"
Wei City's true plan is to break the seal with all its might, awaken the slumbering spirits of the Wu Kingdom, and, together with the Gao Kingdom's army, annihilate the Kang Kingdom here. Why then are half of the Wu Kingdom's fallen soldiers arrayed against them, while the other half are facing the Gao Kingdom?
Shouldn't they have helped Gao Guo?
Wu Xian was terrified: "What do you mean?"
He loudly questioned the imperial advisor.
The Grand Preceptor, his hands tucked into his sleeves, sneered under the gaze of countless terrified eyes: "At this point, for the King of Wu to still ask such a question truly makes me pity him. Do you even have a brain?"
His mind is even emptier than his good nephew's.
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