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Choi Jin-sil stood with her sword in hand, her white hair fluttering, looking at Shan Wan-jing with a solemn expression: "Little girl, such profound skill and exquisite swordsmanship. The martial arts world of the Central Plains is indeed full of talented people. However, this place is the territory of Silla. You have invaded without cause, and your sins are heavy. Although I do not wish to commit more sins, I have no choice but to spare you today."

Shan Wanjing held her sword diagonally, saying arrogantly, "Senior's swordsmanship is extraordinary, worthy of my full strength. However, destiny belongs to my Heavenly Dao Alliance. Silla has defied the heavens and deserves to perish! Take this!"

Before he finished speaking, he became one with his sword, transforming into a streak of light and launching an attack on Choi Jin-sil!
This time, Shan Wanjing held nothing back. She unleashed the inexhaustible inner energy of the "Longevity Manual" personally taught by Yi Huawei, and mastered the exquisite sword intents of the "Nine Swords of Dugu"—including the Qi-breaking, Palm-breaking, and Arrow-breaking techniques. At times, her movements were like a celestial being descending from the heavens, ethereal and unpredictable; at others, like a thunderbolt in fury, fierce and unparalleled; and at still others, like a gentle spring stream, penetrating every crevice. Furthermore, having absorbed the essence of the Evil Emperor's relic, her inner strength far surpassed ordinary imagination, each sword strike carrying the immense power to split mountains and shatter rocks.

Choi Jin-sil unleashed the "Seorak Sword Technique" to its fullest extent. Her sword light was like a flurry of snowflakes, icy and chilling, perfectly defending her position. Occasionally, she would counterattack, her sword energy as sharp as ice spikes, exceptionally fierce. The two fought with lightning speed, their swords flashing and their energy radiating in all directions. Within a ten-foot radius, sand and stones flew, making it impossible for ordinary soldiers to get close.

In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged nearly a hundred blows, and it was impossible to determine who was superior. Shan Wanjing had the advantage of youth and strength, with inexhaustible internal energy and ever-changing swordsmanship; Cui Zhenshi, on the other hand, had the advantage of experience, pure sword intent, and refined skill.

Unable to gain the upper hand after a prolonged battle, Shan Wanjing's mind raced. She deliberately feigned an opening, luring Cui Zhenshi to thrust her sword towards her left shoulder. Cui Zhenshi fell for the trap, her sword thrusting at an abrupt halt. Shan Wanjing's body suddenly twisted at an incredible angle. Her left hand unleashed a flowing, cloud-like sleeve, both soft and strong, sweeping towards Cui Zhenshi's sword. Simultaneously, her right hand blazed with the light of her "Autumn Water" sword, unleashing a deadly attack. The sword light seemed to pierce through space, ignoring distance, and aimed directly at Cui Zhenshi's heart!

Cui Zhenshi was shocked. It was too late to draw his sword, so he could only try to turn to the side and concentrate all his strength into his left palm, striking Shan Wanjing's chest, intending to die together with her.

"Pfft!" "Bang!"

Two muffled thuds sounded almost simultaneously.

Shan Wanjing's "Autumn Water" sword pierced Cui Zhenshi's right chest, blood spurting out. Meanwhile, Cui Zhenshi's left palm struck Shan Wanjing squarely in the chest. However, the seemingly ordinary crimson soft armor on Shan Wanjing's body suddenly glowed with a faint golden light. The golden silk armor, personally crafted by Yi Huawei, absorbed most of the palm strike's force. The remaining force caused her blood to surge and a trickle of blood to escape from the corner of her mouth, but she was not seriously injured.

Choi Jin-sil staggered backward, using her sword for support, her face ashen, and forced a bitter laugh: "What...what a powerful protective armor...what a brilliant scheme...the Central Plains...as expected..."

Before he could finish speaking, he fell backward, his breath rapidly fading.

"The Snow Mountain Sword has been defeated!"

An uproar erupted within the Silla army ranks, and morale plummeted.

Suppressing her injuries, Shan Wanjing raised her longsword and shouted:
"The enemy commander has been defeated! All troops, listen to my command, charge!"

"kill--!"

Eight thousand elite Heavenly Dao Alliance soldiers, already poised for battle, charged out like a tsunami upon receiving the order. The Silla army, already terrified by the defeat and injury of their two great protectors, and further intimidated by Shan Wanjing's divine might, fell into disarray. Seeing the situation turn against them, Jin Chunqiu hastily retreated under the protection of his personal guards.

In a fierce battle, the Silla army suffered a crushing defeat, leaving behind over ten thousand corpses as they retreated towards Geumseong. Dan Wanjing pursued their victory, reaching the outskirts of Geumseong and establishing a fortified camp, completely surrounding the Silla capital.

Two days later, Shan Meixian's main force broke through Xiongjin, annihilated the defending troops, and came to join forces along the coastal road. The 50,000-strong army, along with hundreds of siege weapons, surrounded Jincheng like an iron barrel.

The siege lasted three days. Although the Silla defenders fought desperately, the sheer difference in strength and the superior siege weaponry meant that the city walls were eventually breached in several places by the "Eight-Ox Crossbows" and catapults. Shan Wanjing once again led her troops into the city, engaging in street fighting with the remaining Hwarangdo masters and the Imperial Guards.

Finally, Shan Meixian and her daughter reunited in front of the palace. Seeing that all was lost, Jin Chunqiu committed suicide at the palace gates. Choi Jin-sil, who was wounded but not dead, was captured, while Park Chung-hee was killed in the chaos of battle.

Half a month later, the Jincheng Royal Palace was renamed the Andong Protectorate.

In her capacity as leader of the Heavenly Alliance, Shan Meixian issued a proclamation to reassure the people, announcing the abolition of the Silla Kingdom and the establishment of the Andong Protectorate, directly under the jurisdiction of the Heavenly Alliance.

Shang Gong, a senior member of the Dongming faction familiar with government affairs, was appointed as the first Protector-General, assisted by some surrendered Silla nobles and civil officials of the Heavenly Way Alliance, to be responsible for local governance. At the same time, the Silla royal family and the main rebellious nobles were escorted back to Xiangyang to await their fate. Land was re-measured and redistributed according to the new policies of the Heavenly Way Alliance, with light taxes and corvée labor. Elementary schools and medical clinics were established, and some people from the Central Plains and naturalized people from Yingzhou were relocated to cultivate the land to consolidate rule.

Shan Meixian left behind 20,000 troops, commanded by Cheng Yaojia and Lu Wushuang, to suppress the remaining resistance forces and begin constructing ports and roads to connect the Andong Protectorate with Yingzhou and Dengzhou. At the same time, she sent envoys north to contact the Balhae Kingdom (Sumo Mohe) and other tribes oppressed by Goguryeo to keep them in check.

Thus, the campaign across the sea to the east ended in a complete victory for the Heavenly Alliance.

With the southern part of the Korean Peninsula incorporated into its territory, the threat to its northeastern maritime borders was eliminated, and it gained a strategic foothold for future northward expansion into Liaodong and a pincer attack on Goguryeo.

The good news was sent back to Xiangyang as quickly as possible by carrier pigeon and sea vessel.

………………

Bashu, northwest of Songzhou (present-day Songpan, Sichuan), the Minshan Mountains.

Summers in Sichuan are hot and humid, but in the Minshan Mountains at higher altitudes, the nights are still chilly.

Songzhou is the northwestern gateway to Sichuan, guarding the vital passage from Qinghai and Gansu southward into the Chengdu Plain. Historically, it has been the front line of conflict between the Central Plains dynasties and forces such as Tubo and Tuyuhun. Since the Tiandao Alliance unified the south and Wanwan became the governor of western Sichuan, this place has become an important town for defending against Tuyuhun.

The night was as dark as ink, and the stars and moon were without light.

On the walls of Songzhou, torches flickered in the night wind, casting long shadows of the defending soldiers onto the mottled bricks and stones of the city. The city's defenses had clearly been strengthened, with several new arrow towers and watchtowers added, and the moat dug deeper outside the city walls, along with the installation of barricades and caltrops, creating a somber and menacing scene.

About fifty li northwest of Songzhou City, deep within a treacherous canyon called "Eagle's Sorrow Gorge," lies a hidden camp. The terrain here is extremely precipitous, with sheer cliffs on both sides and a rushing stream flowing through the middle, accessible only by a few rugged paths. The camp is built against the mountainside, constructed of logs and massive stones, cleverly blending into the surrounding rock formations, making it extremely difficult to spot without approaching closely.

The lights were bright in the central army tent.

Wanwan, dressed in a bright red, tight-fitting outfit with a thin, black cloak over it, and with her bare, jade-like ankles exposed, leaned against a large chair covered with a complete tiger skin.

Her face was exquisitely beautiful, her skin as white as snow, her features exquisitely beautiful, and her long, jet-black hair was casually draped over her shoulders, with a few strands falling over her chest, adding to her languid and alluring charm. However, her captivating eyes now gleamed with a sharp light, like a nimble cat hunting its prey in the dark.

Three years later, with Yi Huawei's help, Wanwan broke through the eighteenth level of the Heavenly Demon Technique, and her temperament underwent a subtle change. Her former alluring and lively demeanor was now tempered with a deeper majesty. Her demonic power gave rise to wisdom, and she had reached the realm of "Heavenly Demon Without Form." Her aura was perfectly harmonious and flawless, yet it carried an indescribable dangerous allure.

Several men stood in the tent, her capable subordinates. The first one on the left was a lean, wiry middle-aged man with a pointed face and monkey-like features. He wore leather armor characteristic of the Qiang people, and a pair of oddly shaped short sticks hung from his waist. This was Feng Zhen, the Qiang chieftain known as the "Monkey King." He was exceptionally skilled in light-footed movements, adept at climbing and reconnaissance, and commanded a group of Qiang soldiers skilled in mountain warfare.

Beside Feng Zhen stood a beautiful young woman dressed in colorful Yao brocade, with a graceful figure and stunning looks. She was none other than Sina, the Yao chieftain known as "Meiji," and Wanwan's right-hand woman. Sina was not only exceptionally beautiful but also highly skilled in Yao witchcraft and medicine, as well as the art of poison. Her Yao soldiers were adept at ambushing in the jungle and using poisoned arrows.

The first man on the right is a burly Miao man named "Big Brother" Jiao Luofeng, with a dark complexion and a full beard. He is rough, brave, and incredibly strong. His Miao soldiers are fearless and skilled in frontal assaults and mountain defenses.

Below Jiao Luofeng was a lithe and fierce-looking Yi youth named "Feng Jiang" Chuan Mouxun. He was skilled with a spear, had superb horsemanship, and commanded an elite Yi mountain cavalry that moved like the wind.

Inside the tent were two other men, their demeanor quite different from the four minority generals. One was an elderly man of about fifty, with a stern face, a long beard, dressed in brocade robes, and a long sword at his waist. He was Xie Hui, the "Martial Arts Judge," who enjoyed immense prestige in the Sichuan martial arts world. After joining the Heavenly Alliance, he assisted Wanwan in stabilizing the local martial arts forces. His son, Xie Wenlong, a handsome and composed young man of about twenty-seven or twenty-eight, stood behind his father.

"According to Shadow's report,"

Her red lips parted slightly, and Wanwan's voice carried a hint of softness: "Tuyuhun Khan Murong Fuyun was unwilling to accept that we had repelled his raid last time, so this time he sent his cousin, General Murong Xiaojun, with 30,000 troops and invited a Tibetan monk, the national teacher, named 'Evil Monk' Fazang. It is said that his martial arts are unorthodox and he is skilled in spiritual mysticism. They have already set off from Fusi City (the capital of Tuyuhun), bypassing several passes in front of us, and intend to sneak in through the secret passage of Yingchoujian to launch a surprise attack on Songzhou's rear and cut off our connection with Chengdu."

Wanwan toyed with the exquisite, narrow curved knife in her hand, the gleam of the blade reflecting on her stunningly beautiful face.

"Murong Xiaojun is a capable general. He knew that a direct attack on Songzhou would not yield any advantages, so he wanted to take a risk. Unfortunately, he underestimated me, Wanwan, and also underestimated the brothers in Shu."

Feng Zhen laughed shrilly, "Hehe, Commander Wan is a genius, he predicted that these bastards would take this route. I can figure out those few bird paths in Eagle Sorrow Gorge with my eyes closed. Their every move is under our watchful eyes."

Sina covered her mouth and chuckled, her eyes sparkling: "That monk Fazang, I heard he practices some kind of 'Joyful Meditation,' which is used to capture people's souls and control servants. I'd like to meet him and see if his meditation skills are more powerful, or if our Yao ethnic group's 'Thousand Thread Gu' is more ingenious."

Jiao Luofeng said in a deep voice, "I don't care what kind of foreign monks or barbarian generals they are. When they come to our Shu land, dragons have to coil up and tigers have to lie low! Commander Wan, give the order. I, Jiao Luofeng, will lead the charge and make sure they don't return!"

Chuan Mouxun calmly analyzed: "Murong Xiaojun has 30,000 troops, while our army has a total strength of about 50,000 in Songzhou and the surrounding area, but we need to divide and defend various places. Yingchoujian is a narrow place where the army cannot deploy, making it an excellent location to achieve victory with fewer troops and ambush and annihilate the enemy. I suggest that we take advantage of the terrain to set up ambushes layer by layer, first wear down their morale, then cut off their retreat, and finally gather them together to annihilate them."

Jie Hui stroked his beard and nodded: "General Chuanmouxun is quite right. The Tuyuhun army has come from afar, and their supplies are not easy to obtain, which is conducive to a quick battle. Our army, on the other hand, can wait in comfort and take full advantage of the terrain. However, we need to be careful with that monk Fazang. Such mysterious magic is often hard to guard against and can disrupt the morale of our army."

Wanwan sat up straight, her bare feet lightly touching the ground, a captivating smile curving her lips: "What you all say is reasonable. Murong Xiaojun wanted to launch a sneak attack, so I'll let him have his fun. Feng Zhen."

"The general is here!"

"You lead your Qiang troops and disperse them into the forests on both sides of Yingchou Gorge, preparing plenty of rolling logs, rocks, and poisoned arrow traps. I want the Tuyuhun people to pay a bloody price for every step they take. But remember, in the early stages, only harass them, don't fight to the death. Pretend to be caught off guard and lack sufficient troops to lure them deeper into the territory."

"Understood!" A hint of excitement flashed in Feng Zhen's eyes.

“Sina”.

"This humble servant is here." Sina bowed gracefully.

"Take the Yao people and set up several poisoning points upstream of the stream. They don't have to be lethal, but they should cause the people to suffer from diarrhea and become weak. At the same time, lay the most potent poisons and traps along several possible escape routes."

"I know, I'll make sure they're in a dilemma," Sina said with a charming laugh.

“Jiaoluofeng, Chuanmouxun”.

"Your subordinate is here!" The two men stood up.

"Jiao Luofeng, lead two thousand elite Miao soldiers to ambush at the narrowest point of the Eagle's Sorrow Gorge, the 'One Line Sky.' There, the cliffs on both sides are towering, and the passage in the middle can only accommodate a few riders abreast. When the enemy vanguard passes through and the rear guard enters, block the front and rear passages with rolling logs and boulders, and then attack from top to bottom! I want that place to become the graveyard of the Tuyuhun people!"

"Haha! Leave it to me!" Jiao Luofeng rubbed his hands together, eager to get started.

"Chuanmouxun, your Yi cavalry are not good at mountain melee combat, but they are highly mobile. Lead them to patrol the open area outside the Yingchoujian exit. Once any fleeing soldiers escape, pursue them with all your might and do not let a single one escape! At the same time, be wary of small groups of enemy troops that may try to outflank you from other paths."

"Your humble servant obeys!" Chuanmu Xun clasped his hands in a fist salute.

"Judge Jie, Brother Wenlong." Wanwan looked at Jie Hui and his son.

"Commander Wan, please give your orders." Jie Hui bowed.

"Please lead the best martial arts experts from Sichuan and select one thousand elite infantrymen to garrison Songzhou, stabilize the rear, and serve as the general reserve. If there are any changes at the front or enemy activity is discovered in other directions, provide immediate support. In addition, closely monitor the movements of the Li Tang army in Hanzhong to prevent them from taking advantage of the situation."

"It is my duty," Xie Hui said solemnly. Xie Wenlong also nodded solemnly.

Wanwan stood up, her bare feet touching the rough ground. She walked to the topographical map of Yingchoujian hanging in the tent, and gently touched a spot not far behind the "One Line Sky" with the tip of her knife.

"As for that 'evil monk' Fazang, and Murong Xiaojun... leave them to me."

A flash of purple light appeared in his eyes, and his voice was soft yet chilling: "I will go to 'welcome' them myself. Sina, you come with me, let's go and meet that Tibetan monk."

Sina's eyes lit up: "Yes, Commander Wan!"

With the plan settled, everyone received their orders and departed. The entire camp, like a sophisticated machine, began to operate efficiently. (End of Chapter)