Sheng Fu

It's understandable that young people like to show off.

But older people also like to show off, like Gu Yong.

Bei Hanfei could easily see through Jing Peiyao's current state of mind. With her past experiences and lessons still fresh in her memory, Bei Hanfei truly did not want Jing Peiyao to act tough.

Even though he knew perfectly well that the battlefield was a place where one had to show off.

Jing Peiyao, being quick-witted, noticed the fleeting sadness in Bei Hanfei's eyes and replied with a slight bow of her head, "Of course I won't act recklessly; I am a general with the talent of a commander."

"If I were to enter the Limitless Realm in the future and encounter a worthy opponent, I think I would still try to be brave, but I definitely wouldn't do that now."

Bei Hanfei smiled, unsure how to offer advice.

Advice is meaningless to true strong people.

Because the answer in the heart of a strong person is crystal clear.

"I believe you will be the final victor," Bei Hanfei nodded slightly, her eyes filled with unwavering certainty.

As it turns out, neither Empress Fuyao's lineage nor Gu Yong's lineage backed down.

Bei Hanmeng, who was standing to the side, then asked curiously, "What does Yuwen Jun intend to do next?"

Jing Peiyao paused, then said somewhat embarrassedly, "We're locked in a stalemate with the Divine Realm army, and we won't initiate a war for the time being. He's waiting to see the outcome of our battle with Mu Chun."

"Because of the sudden appearance of the Primordial Vermilion Bird, the situation has become chaotic, and he is taking it one step at a time."

"Fortunately, at this point in the great struggle, all parties involved feel extremely passive."

"If we're going to suffer, we'll all suffer together. Nobody can expect to win a decisive victory."

Bei Hanmeng, who had been serious, burst out laughing upon hearing Jing Peiyao's words. Her pearly teeth gleamed as she exclaimed, "That's certainly true, but don't say it out loud!"

When heroes gather, and tough guys meet tough guys, it's an irresistible spectacle.

Gradually, the noise from the neighboring prince's mansion subsided, and the banquet came to an end.

"I need to go see my master. See you later," Jing Peiyao said, rising and bowing slightly.

Bei Hanfei and Bei Hanmeng watched Jing Peiyao leave.

Her swordsmanship skills came from Pu Weiqing, and her Ziwei True Essence came from Empress Fuyao. It has to be said that Jing Peiyao, who was born into a poor family, has reached the pinnacle of personal fortune.

Outside the Prince's Mansion, generals from all sides departed one after another.

Jing Peiyao walked straight into the Prince's mansion. Many generals looked at her with surprise when they saw her suddenly arrive, but none of them stared at her and all subconsciously avoided her gaze.

Firstly, he was of noble status; secondly, the sheathless sword at his waist looked quite intimidating.

However, people realized that a powerful ally had arrived in the Iron Mang City.

Thinking of this, the generals felt even more confident.

Inside the main hall of the Prince's Mansion.

Prince Zhen'an, Prince Linghe, and Pu Weiqing sat around a table, leisurely sipping their hangover tea, their demeanor carefree, as if the war had little to do with them.

Suddenly, Linghe Wang looked towards the door, where Jing Peiyao walked slowly towards him.

"Your Highness, I am so sorry for not welcoming you sooner!" King Linghe quickly stood up and bowed.

Jing Peiyao returned the greeting symbolically.

Upon seeing this, Prince Zhen'an was also overjoyed.

However, at this moment, both of their eyes were focused on the long sword at Jing Peiyao's waist.

The Empress's successor has entered the Lingxiao Realm. Her Ziwei True Essence is flawless, and with the Ziwei Holy Sword as her blessing, her combat power is no weaker than that of the Wuji experts below the Bitter Sea.

Pu Weiqing, on the other hand, looked gratified. When he learned that Jing Peiyao had entered Lingxiao Realm in the most heroic and exciting way, he first broke out in a cold sweat, and then became excited and overjoyed.

"Sister-in-law is here! Please sit down!" Prince Zhen'an eagerly stood up and brought Jing Peiyao an antique-style chair.

Jing Peiyao glanced at her master sitting to the side out of the corner of her eye, her eyelids twitching slightly.

Seeing Jing Peiyao's strange expression, Prince Zhen'an glanced at Pu Weiqing subconsciously. He then remembered the amusing incident with Yuwen Jun last time and chuckled, saying, "As for seniority, everyone should follow their own rules."

Jing Peiyao gave a shy smile, unsure how to reply.

Pu Weiqing instinctively tried to smooth things over, asking softly, "Did Yuwen Jun send you?"

Jing Peiyao nodded and replied tactfully, "Firstly, because the war with the Divine Realm can be temporarily put to an end, and secondly, because he wants me to wield the Purple Star Holy Sword and fight a bloody battle against the Demon Clan generals to share the burden of the alliance."

"It's also possible that they didn't like me, so they sent me here."

Upon hearing this, the Prince of Zhen'an immediately shouted, "That bastard dares to look down on you? I'll teach him a lesson and beat him to a pulp!"

After all, Prince Zhen'an also has a daughter...

King Linghe coughed and said, "Brother, please be careful with your words. His Highness is now a highly respected and virtuous person who is extremely busy with state affairs."

Prince Zhen'an smiled and said, "As long as you don't leak the secret, no one will know."

"Besides, even if we were to beat him up, it would be in a deserted place."

Linghe Wang: "..."

Prince Zhen'an quickly poured Jing Peiyao a cup of tea, his face beaming with joy, and asked, "How long will you be staying this time, sister-in-law?"

With Jing Peiyao present, they can gain an absolute advantage on the ground battlefield.

Furthermore, when the demon generals saw Jing Peiyao arrive, they would all instinctively launch a fierce attack on her. Although the target was obvious, this also gave Prince Zhen'an more room to arrange his troops.

Jing Peiyao is both a formidable enemy and a decoy, possessing immense strategic value.

Jing Peiyao said calmly, "Until a winner is decided."

Prince Zhen'an was overjoyed, but his face quickly fell, and he asked suspiciously, "Is Lord Yuwen worried that we can't defend Tie Mang City?"

The eyes of Ling and Wang were also a mixture of light and shadow.

Jing Peiyao did not hide anything and said, "Yes."

"It would be best if we could defend Iron Mang City. If we can't, we should at least annihilate a sufficient number of demon wolf riders."

"Mu Chun is too much of a variable, and the Demon Clan has a deep foundation, so the battle in Iron Mang City is always nerve-wracking."

Mu Chun's current combat power is comparable to that of the Demon Lord from many years ago.

The Prince of Zhen'an was displeased, but he also recognized the reality that if the Iron Mang City were lost, the three-race alliance would be in a prolonged passive position.

"What's the deal with that Vermilion Bird?" Prince Zhen'an suddenly changed the subject.

Just as Jing Peiyao was about to answer, a clear and melodious voice came from inside the main hall.

"The ancient king had no intention of participating in this great struggle, but he had a connection with my dragon clan, so he came to my rescue."

Yuwen Jun arrived silently and sat in the chair that had just belonged to the Prince of Zhen'an.

Prince Zhen'an turned around and looked at him with a deep gaze, saying, "Is it that simple?"

Ling and Wang also clearly looked incredulous. Who would believe that a king who had mastered the Seven Killings True Essence would have no interest in this great battle? Who would dare to believe it?

Yuwen Jun asked casually, "How complicated do you think it will be?"

King Zhen'an was speechless for a moment, but King Linghe cut to the chase and said, "Could it be that we will take advantage of the fact that the five tribes are all severely weakened and then seize the world halfway through the journey?"

Yuwen Jun smiled brightly and said, "If that were the case, we would have done it in ancient times, why wait until today?"

"This matter involves the origin of the land and the myriad realms, and cannot be explained in a few words."

"And most of you here probably won't have the chance to reach that level, so I won't go into details. I'm here tonight for two reasons: first, to answer your questions, and second, to take the bodies of my comrades to the Mountain of Bright Souls."

Ling and Wang were stunned and wanted to continue asking questions, but if they did, they would be overstepping their bounds.

Upon hearing this, Prince Zhen'an replied nonchalantly, "Indeed, you already possess the aura of a monarch. Some great matters are for leaders like you to consider, not for us laborers."

Yuwen Jun's eyelids twitched slightly, and he laughed angrily, "Don't talk nonsense."

"Furthermore, who dares to call themselves a king who dominates the world these days?"

Linghe Wang's eyes were obscure, much like Li Hongshan's.

Seeing the subtle tension in their conversation, Pu Weiqing pondered for a moment and said, "Qi Han has lost an arm. Do you have any ideas?"

The Prince of Zhen'an's eyes lit up, and he quickly said, "Many soldiers have lost limbs in this great battle. I wonder if you can help these disabled soldiers?"

Yuwen Jun yawned and said, "I almost forgot about that."

As he spoke, he opened his spatial artifact, took out a fist-sized blood-red pill, and then took out a prescription and placed it on the table. He solemnly said, "This pill is formed from my essence and blood and is used as a medicinal guide. Have the military doctor set up a large cauldron, prepare the medicine according to the prescription, and boil it for half an hour. Give each person half a bowl, and their severed limbs will regenerate."

"But it only works on brothers below the Wuji level. I have to treat Qi Han's injuries myself."

The Prince of Zhen'an shouted towards the outside of the hall, "Gubei, where is Qi Han?"

In an instant, two powerful auras surged into the main hall.

The two men, who had been looking slightly dazed and still smelled of alcohol, immediately sobered up when they saw Yuwen Jun.

Prince Zhen'an handed the Blood Pill and prescription to Gu Bei hand in hand, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a serious expression, "Prepare the medicine according to the prescription. Use the Blood Pill as a guide. Have the military doctor set up the Qi Cauldron to boil it."

"Gather all the brothers with short limbs and line up to wait. When the time comes, each of them will be able to recover their full health with half a bowl of medicinal soup."

"Go quickly!"

Gu Bei's blood immediately surged with excitement, and he exclaimed, "I will obey Your Majesty's command!"

Without needing to be greeted by Prince Zhen'an, Qi Han took the initiative to bow deeply to Yuwen Jun with one hand and said, "This humble general Qi Han greets Your Highness."

Qi Han's excitement was palpable; if there hadn't been so many people around, he would have knelt down and kowtowed to Yuwen Jun!

Yuwen Jun arrived in front of Qi Han in an instant and smiled knowingly, saying, "General, you are too kind."

"We are old friends, and we fought side by side on the battlefield. We are brothers!"

As he spoke, Yuwen Jun gathered a pure chaotic imperial aura and injected it into the spot where Qi Han's arm was severed. Holy light surrounded the area, and a large area of ​​brilliant ripples illuminated all directions.

Where runes converge, a new arm, enveloped in brilliant holy light, grows forth!

Qi Han stared in disbelief at his newly grown arm, speechless for a long time.

After entering the Wuji realm, he lost an arm. Whether in future cultivation or in battles, Qi Han would feel a deficiency in his mental state. Therefore, the regeneration of his arm is comparable to the growth of even thicker meridians in his heart meridian.

"Your Highness's great kindness and virtue will never be forgotten by this humble general!" Qi Han was deeply moved and knelt down to pay his respects loudly.

Yuwen Jun quickly helped him up, gave Qi Han a big hug, and said heartily, "We've always been brothers, we just weren't familiar with each other before."

Qi Han was stunned and lost in thought, his heart filled with countless emotions.

Yuwen Jun released Qi Han and looked at Pu Weiqing with complicated eyes, saying, "I imagine you two, master and disciple, were quite imposing when you went to the battlefield together. It's a pity that Gu Yong is gone. I can only envy you, but I will not fight alongside you."

Pu Weiqing was momentarily dazed and didn't know how to comfort Yuwen Jun.

Even Pu Weiqing himself longed to see Yuwen Jun and Gu Yong join forces in battle, since neither of them were pushovers.

Some things are destined to remain regrets.

Yuwen Jun took a breath, patted the Prince of Zhen'an on the back, and said, "I'm leaving now, but I'll be back later."

Prince Zhen'an nodded emphatically. In the courtyard, all the elite members of the Nether Serpent Clan had arrived.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, all preparations are complete, totaling 73,064 people," the Dark Serpent Clan Chief said, bowing with his eyes lowered.

With a slight thought, Yuwen Jun led the Nether Serpent Clan away.

……

Inside the Dragon Clan's Secret Realm.

Above the abyss, the waves surged, and the laws of the Bright Soul rippled endlessly across the sky.

As the chieftain of the Nether Serpent Clan conjured a long black bronze coffin, countless corpses floated on the sea surface in an instant.

Yuwen Jun stood at the foot of the mountain, clasped his hands together, and activated the Bright Soul Law. He immediately felt a sense of emptiness within the mountain, and even the Qi Luck Tower swayed slightly.

"The Law of the Bright Soul is powerful, but if too many people are resurrected, the consumption will be enormous," Yuwen Jun muttered to himself.

The ancient spirit cat's voice, filled with doubt and uncertainty, echoed in Yuwen Jun's mind: "If it were only a few people, it would be insignificant. But this time, it involves 73,064 people, which will naturally greatly deplete the resources of Minghun Mountain."

"To control the birth and death of things is to go against the will of Heaven, and one will suffer karmic retribution."

"After this, it will be at least a year before the power of the Bright Soul can be activated again."

"This is the first time I've realized that even Mount Minghun can't withstand such a massive drain."

Yuwen Jun understood immediately and activated his Chaos Dharma Form, transforming it into a pillar supporting the sky, drawing in countless bright soul runes, which then scattered across the sea.

A tiny rune landed on the corpse of a young soldier. The young soldier's face was deathly pale. He gradually regained consciousness and slowly opened his eyes. After looking at the majestic and imposing chaotic dharma image, he suddenly woke up.

The soldier, his face full of suspicion, asked, "Could this be the legendary cycle of reincarnation in the underworld?"

Suddenly, he clearly felt a surge of life spreading around him. Turning his head, he saw that some people had already stood up.

The Nether Serpent Clan Chief, who was not far away, shouted, "This is the power of the Bright Soul, which has resurrected you. There is no need to panic."

The soldiers then realized what was happening and began to shout excitedly.

"He's resurrected! So there really is a secret art of bringing the dead back to life!"

"That's awesome! I love the battlefield, I haven't had enough killing yet!"

"Father, Mother, your son is alive!"

"..."

Some were moved to tears, others were overjoyed; all sorts of bittersweet human experiences intertwined on the surface of the ocean.

However, the Nether Serpent Clan Chief frowned deeply. She could clearly see that although Yuwen Jun's Chaos Dharma Image was soaring with power, Yuwen Jun himself was pale and a large amount of black blood was seeping from between his eyebrows.

This exertion was so intense that even Yuwen Jun, who had cultivated the Chaos Emperor Qi, couldn't help but feel overwhelmed.

Fortunately, everyone has been resurrected.

"Take them back to Iron Mang City and inform King Zhen'an that I am too exhausted to go in person." Yuwen Jun's voice rang in the ears of the Nether Serpent Clan Chief.

The Nether Serpent Clan Chief waved his sleeve, opening a large void passage, and shouted to the 73,064 soldiers, "Return to Iron Mang City immediately, and do not disrupt order!"

As he spoke, the Nether Serpent Clan Chief exuded a chilling aura of utter indifference.

Upon seeing this, more than 70,000 soldiers began to pour into the void passage.

The chieftain of the Nether Serpent Clan glanced at Yuwen Jun with a worried expression, then turned and led more than 70,000 soldiers away from this land.

After everyone left, the chaotic Dharma image suddenly dissipated.

Yuwen Jun coughed up a lot of blood, felt everything go black, and then lost consciousness.

The Primordial Spirit Cat immediately appeared, slightly raising its paw and releasing a gentle stream of true energy to support Yuwen Jun's figure, quickly bringing him to the Minghun Palace.

Anhe and his group also arrived immediately with miraculous medicines.

After the Primordial Spirit Cat infused Yuwen Jun with a stream of pure true essence, Yuwen Jun slowly opened his eyes.

"I never expected it to deplete my vital energy so much," Yuwen Jun said, his face as pale as snow and his breath weak.

The Ancient Spirit Cat, with a look of heartache and anger, said, "Even if you revive soldiers, you only need to revive those with high cultivation levels. Those below the Breaking Limit can be ignored."

"You've got it all figured out, spreading your love evenly across the board. Now you know the pain."

As they were talking, Anhe handed over a bowl of auspiciously steaming nourishing soup. Yuwen Jun quickly picked up the bowl and drank it all in one gulp. Although the effects of the medicine seemed to be spreading throughout his body and reducing some of his fatigue, he was still very weak overall.

In this state, Yuwen Jun was no match for Jing Peiyao.

"We're all brothers-in-arms, so we should try to treat everyone equally. They're all our flesh and blood, so we must treat them the same," Yuwen Jun said, feigning composure.

The ancient spirit cat pouted and said, "The palm and the back of the hand are different."

"You have to be more careful in the future. It's okay for a few people to die, but you can't drain the Minghun Mountain dry. Without this mountain, most of your future strategies will be constrained."

Yuwen Jun hummed in agreement, but that was not what he truly thought.

Of course, the ancient spirit cat's suggestion was also correct: choose the lesser of two evils.

……

The snow stopped late at night.

On the city wall of Xinghan City, Mu Chun and King Wu stood side by side, looking at the Iron Mang City in the distance.

The return of more than 70,000 soldiers is a cause for celebration.

However, when Prince Zhen'an learned that Yuwen Jun had suffered a loss of vital energy, his heart skipped a beat.

However, this news was not leaked, because everyone needed to feel that Yuwen Jun was now in high spirits and invincible. Only in this way could he deter his enemies.

"What's going on? There's been a lot of good news in Iron Mang City these past few days. It's already past midnight, and they're still celebrating. What's going on?" Mu Chun asked suspiciously.

Mu Chun and King Wu learned that the Demon Realm had provided Iron Mang City with a force of 10,000 elite troops.

But such a long feast should not be held during wartime.

"A mere ten thousand chickens and dogs, is it worth all this fuss?" Mu Chun sneered.

King Wu didn't take it seriously and said slowly, "Lord Kongming sent a secret message that tomorrow's battle can be fought with two steps forward and one step back, so there is no need to fight Emperor Ling to the death."

"If there is an excellent opportunity, do your best to kill him; if the opportunity is not good, preserve yourself."

"You are very important to the demon race now."

Upon hearing this, Mu Chun subconsciously turned to look at King Wu and asked seriously, "Are you worried that I will die in battle?"

King Wu lowered his head slightly, unsure how to respond.

Unexpectedly, Mu Chun said, "Don't worry, I have the blessing of the Spring and Autumn Cicada, I will definitely kill the Spirit Emperor tomorrow."

"If I perish together with Emperor Ling, the rest of the journey will be yours to walk."

"No one knows what His Majesty's current situation is, but the Demon Realm cannot continue to procrastinate like this."

"As soon as the Spirit Emperor dies, the Human Emperor will take the opportunity to erode the Spirit Clan's foundation, causing internal strife within the Three Clans Alliance. The Divine Emperor will also take this opportunity to seek revenge on Yuwen Jun."

"The strategic balance will be completely broken!"

"When you do the math, our demon race still makes the biggest profit."

"Besides, I might not die."

King Wu felt a pang in his heart, but dared not look directly into Mu Chun's bright and spirited eyes.

Mu Chun chuckled and said, "My life or death is insignificant compared to the grand achievements of a thousand years."

"But I know that the Spirit Emperor is afraid of death, and the Human Emperor is also afraid of death. As long as I can grasp their fear of death and their fear of losing their throne, I can win, and the Demon Realm can win!"

There are actually quite a few people who are not afraid of death.

But people who are capable and unafraid of death are actually very rare.

People with the ability to change the status quo often have selfish motives; they want to live to enjoy the credit and feel the glory, because once a person dies, they have nothing left.

Although some civil and military officials are not afraid of death in order to gain a good reputation.

But civil officials also wanted to use their good reputation to benefit their descendants or to be remembered in history.

But leaders are different; leaders possess far more than civil and military officials...

King Wu's eyes gradually welled up with tears.

Mu Chun was arrogant, but he had always been a pure warrior.

"Don't cry, it's such a downer," Mu Chun teased, seeing that King Wu hadn't looked up for a while.

King Wu then raised his head, wiped his eyes, and hesitated to speak.

Seeing this, Mu Chun took the opportunity to strike, giving King Wu a light slap that left a shallow handprint on his face.

"If I perish together with the Spirit Emperor, remember this: do not attack the Spirit Clan again. The army should rest and regroup."

"Establish peaceful relations with the divine realm, exchange mutual flattery, and allow the divine realm to benefit appropriately."

"Then, the Human Emperor and Yuwen Jun joined forces to hold off the Divine Emperor."

"Although the Spirit Race system is complete, the theory of bloodline has made people weary."

"Although new policies have been implemented within the human race, no obvious benefits have been seen. The old human elites are not all dead, and there will always be a restoration force rising up. When that happens, the situation will change drastically, and there is a high probability that cracks will appear in the internal affairs."

"At the same time, rifts will appear more or less between the human race and the spirit race."

"You only need to guard the mountains and rivers of the Demon Realm, and when His Majesty awakens, you can reap the benefits."

"In the end, the Demon Realm will have the final say in this great struggle!"

King Wu listened attentively, but he certainly understood the principle.

"But you have not left any offspring..." King Wu said in a heavy voice.

Mu Chun chuckled and said, "I don't like being sentimental or nagging about human relationships."

"You don't need to be sad for me."

"You should feel honored to die in the most tragic way."

"Even after I die, you don't have to visit my grave; I'll find that annoying."

King Wu lowered his head and choked with sobs, a thousand words swirling in his heart, yet he knew not where to begin.

"I'm going to sleep now. You stay here and keep watch in case they suddenly launch a fierce attack in the middle of the night." Mu Chun patted Wu Wang on the shoulder and left gracefully.

King Wu stood there, stunned. He longed to talk to Mu Chun about the past.

But he also knew that Mu Chun didn't like to talk about the past.

For the first time in his life, King Wu felt the wind on the snowy night was a little cold.

It's really quite cold... (End of Chapter)