The Primordial Law

Chapter 412 Cong'er
"What did you say?"

Ge Xiantong thought he had misheard.

Li Weiyi said, "The demon race, the Rice Cult, the Demon Kingdom, and the Netherworld had already formulated a plan several months ago to attack Lingxiao City. One battle would decide the fate of the world and turn the human race's forces into a scattered mess."

"Now that the demon race has made a move, the Rice Cult and the Demon Kingdom are remaining inactive, which means that their plans have not changed."

"If their plan is correct, the attack on the Zhu family is just a feint, intended to lure the imperial court's powerful figures and those at the Longevity Realm to the Western Regions."

"The Zhu family was defeated and gathered with the Xihai slaves at Shenming Pass. It should be something that the Zhu family and the Zuoqiu family had discussed long ago."

"Now, Shenming Pass is more secure than ever before. If the demon race launches a forced attack, they will suffer heavy losses. Qilin Zang has no way out but to launch a surprise attack on Lingxiao City with his top experts."

"The attack on Lingxiao City should take place when the demon army has completely conquered the three prefectures and the army has gathered outside Shenming Pass. Because at that time, the imperial court's experts will definitely have been lured to Shenming Pass, leaving Lingxiao City in its weakest position."

Zen Sea Observer said, "After today's battle report, the imperial court should already have Transcendent and Longevity Realm giants rushing to Divine Pass. Therefore, before we take action, we must first secretly recall the Transcendent. This will take at least a day."

Li Weiyi said, "We'll make our move the day after tomorrow?"

"The day after tomorrow morning, the moment the major government offices in Lingxiao City open their doors," said Chanhai Guanwu.

Ge Xiantong was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, his eyes shifting back and forth between Li Weiyi and Chanhai Guanwu. Finally, he interjected, "Impossible, absolutely impossible. Yuntian Xianyuan and Lingxiao City are impregnable, with countless formations. Even if the Martial Emperor himself came, he would have to pay the price... Li Weiyi, let me go. Regardless of whether it's true or not, I must report it first."

Li Weiyi looked at him seriously: "Ge Xiantong, do you know why I haven't dared to tell the court the news? You know better than I what the court is like inside. What makes this so-called Demon Kingdom Crown Prince dare to be so presumptuous in Lingxiao City?"

Ge Xiantong knew what he was implying: "No matter what, Chao Ran could not possibly betray the imperial court, and there couldn't be a problem with the formation."

“I can’t afford to waste any more time with you. If you insist on reporting this now, I’ll have no choice but to lock you up,” Li Weiyi said.

Ge Xiantong looked at Chan Hai Guanwu: "I'll listen to... her."

Zen Sea Observer said, "There are three hours until dawn. Go and gather the Mist Shadow Army in Lingxiao City and announce to the outside world that you are heading to the Western Border, so that everyone's attention will be drawn to you."

“You actually know about the Fog Shadow Army…you actually know…” Ge Xiantong muttered to himself.

Zen Sea Observer said, "Judging from your expression, the Mist Shadow Army should still exist. This army was once spread across three hundred states of the Lingxiao Realm and was the last trump card of the Lingxiao Palace. Logically speaking, only Yuyao should know about it."

Ge Xiantong said, "After Master's accident, the Fog Shadow Army took the initiative to contact me. But only Master can mobilize them, and it requires a military token. They are hidden in various secret realms in the twenty-eight states. Their numbers are small, and each one of them is a master, but it is impossible for them all to arrive at Cloud Heaven Immortal Plain in one day."

"Therefore, I'm only asking you to summon the Mist Shadow Army within Lingxiao City. As for the military token, I can't give it to you; you'll have to figure that out yourself."

Zen Sea Observer said, "If you can do it, I will let you go. If you can't, you will stay in Phoenix Pavilion with your master."

“I can do it, I definitely can do it… I can!” Ge Xiantong said.

……

With Ge Xiantong providing cover, the four of them easily escaped the cloud formation.

After leaving the palace gates, Chanhai Guanwu and Liling left first, disappearing into the night.

Ge Xiantong looked at Li Weiyi: "Who exactly is she?"

“If you already have a suspicion, is there any point in continuing to ask?” Li Weiyi said.

Ge Xiantong said, "But how is that possible? If our master were to return, he would trust me more. Why should he be so close to you?"

"Just do as she says, and don't ruin our plans. She trusts you; she's giving you a chance to grow." Li Weiyi waved his hand and quickly left to attend to his own business.

late at night.

Danyuefang is like a city that never sleeps, still bustling with traffic and brightly lit with lanterns.

The pavilions and terraces were filled with endless singing and dancing, a scene of extravagant indulgence.

Even though bad news came from the Western Territory today, it only caused grief and worry to a small number of people. To most, war was far away from them and far away from Lingxiao City.

The Chaoran Mansion is not far from Danyuefang.

Shi Jiuzhai sat on the artificial hill inside the gate, gazing at the towering pavilions in the distance. He could see women in colorful robes dancing gracefully. The sounds of the zither, flute, and pipa were melodious and enchanting.

He said, "In such a sorrowful moment as today, you still have the mood to sing and dance. Sometimes, I really think that the Hidden Sect should just leave and let Lingxiao City be destroyed, so that they will know the cruelty of war."

The old man who cooked the food squatted in front of the door, feeding the strange insects in the jar, and said with a smile, "When we drew the life and death lot a few days ago, you clearly drew the life lot, but you didn't leave on your own."

Shi Jiuzhai was speechless, then smiled and said, "I heard that Shenyin Ren beat up Zen Master Xinku of Guanshan in Fuzhou. Zen Master Xinku is now leading a large group of people to search for him everywhere."

The old man who cooked the food said, "Master Xin Ku deliberately leaked the news, wanting to let the cult know as quickly as possible that Shen Yinren has betrayed them and that Venerable Nan has a problem."

Shi Jiuzhai nodded: "The Hidden Man should have returned to Lizhou by now. With his talent in mental power, given time, he will surely become a Holy Spirit King's Mental Master and the guardian deity of the Jiuli tribe."

"Dong dong!"

A knocking sound with a distinctive rhythm rang out.

The old man who was cooking food peeked through the crack in the door, then deactivated the spell and opened the door.

After entering, Li Weiyi dispelled his disguise spell and said, "I want to see Elder Yao."

Elder Yao is, of course, Yao Qingxuan.

"Why are you back?"

Shi Jiuzhai and the old man who cooked meals exchanged bewildered glances. Li Weiyi, without time to explain, looked at the old man and asked, "How many hermits and hermit elders are left in the city? How long will it take to get all the information to them?"

"Besides the few of us, there are about twenty more people! We have about three hundred people we can use below." The old man who cooked the food thought for a moment: "Should we gather everyone? The earliest we can gather them all is tomorrow noon."

Li Weiyi nodded: "I'll get on it now."

Shi Jiuzhai said, "Elder Yao and Elder Zhuo have gone to take care of an important matter! They left after the news of the defeat in the Western Frontier reached the city and have not yet returned."

Li Weiyi strode towards the council hall and, seeing Yin Er hurrying out of it, immediately ordered, "Give me a copy of all the recent data and information. Also, prepare a new room for me!"

Yin Er hadn't recovered from the shock of Li Weiyi's return when he froze again: "A new house? Who's getting married?"

"I!"

Li Weiyi added, "We must be quick. The arrangements must be completed before the city gates close tomorrow. Ideally, before noon!"

Yin Er and Shi Jiuzhai both gritted their teeth, grinned, and looked on with suspicion and bewilderment.

Yin Er asked, "Should we prepare the wedding attire, wedding wine, and wedding banquet?"

"Isn't that obvious? Of course we should," Li Weiyi said.

……

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Yunxiufang, the ancestral home of the Taishi family.

At 1:15 AM, there were still two hours until dawn.

The ancestral temple is shrouded in several mountains, deep and tranquil.

Lights were on in the residence of Taishi Qingshi. The area around the residence was shrouded in mist, and the entire world was enveloped, isolating it from all external perception.

Liang Chu, the Holy Spirit Master of the Liang family, was over two hundred years old and held a high position in the court. His hair and beard were white, but at this moment he knelt tremblingly in the courtyard.

There was a corpse next to him!
An elderly figure emerged from the courtyard, leaning on a cane. He wore an indigo robe, his body was hunched, and his face was so thin it was only the size of a palm, covered in wrinkles.

The eyes beneath the wrinkles shone with a dark silver light.

Liang Chu didn't dare to look him in the eye, and bowed his head in reverence: "Teacher... I will definitely investigate thoroughly, and find out everything about the Liang family..."

"Second brother, I'm leaving the rest to you! Keep my return a secret for now."

The Grand Historian's voice was hoarse as he walked past Liang Chu without ever glancing at him. His snake-patterned cane was cracked, and from within the cracks radiated a starlight-like light.

The light gradually disappeared into the fog.

Tai Shi Qing Shi stood at the door, bowed, and turned his gaze to Liang Chu: "The Liang family is too deeply involved with the cult, and it's not just about Master Liang. Junior brother, in these extraordinary times, how can we give you so much time to investigate slowly?"

As Sima Qian walked through the fog, he thought of the turmoil in the east and the war in the west, and he was exhausted. Reflecting on the events of the past twenty years, he felt that the fate of Lingxiao Palace had run out and there was no way to reverse it.

He returned to his thatched hut in the valley along the mountain path.

The thatched cottage has a history of three thousand years. It has two rows of fences and various fruits and vegetables, all of which are ancient medicinal herbs.

As Sima Qian arrived outside the thatched hut and opened the fence gate, a woman's voice rang out from inside: "Cong'er, you're finally back!"

Sima Qian stood still, head bowed, staring at the ground. His thoughts were pulled away from all his distractions and worries. A faint smile appeared on his wrinkled face. This auditory hallucination had instantly pulled him back three thousand years.

"Cong'er, you're finally back! Have you finished drawing the talisman I asked you to draw?"

"Is the drawing... finished?"

The child, only twelve or thirteen years old, said nervously.

"If it's finished, it's finished. If it's not finished, it's not finished. Ten strokes for slacking off, thirty strokes for lying."

……

Sima Qian took a deep breath, recalling his childhood, feeling as if it were a lifetime ago. Now he was old and frail, and he smiled bitterly to himself, saying, "As expected, old age waits for no one. Why did I think of my teacher?"

Everyone in the world thought he was called the Grand Historian, including his two sons who were still alive.

But only he himself knew that his name was Taishi Cong.

"Cong'er!" The voice rang out again inside the room.

The sound was so clear; it was definitely not an illusion.

The Grand Historian straightened his hunched body as much as he could, as if struck by lightning. He stared intently into the thatched hut, but through the window, he saw a red figure.

His arm, which was holding the cane, trembled incessantly.

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