From the Carp that Brings Children to the Celestial Officials

Chapter 438 I'll Make a Bet with You
Above the battlefield, in a place unseen by mortals, black aura of war and bloodlust soared into the sky.

The combined forces of both sides numbered close to 15,000.

This battle was definitely not small in scale.

Amidst the malevolent and blood-red aura, a radiant halo, like the sun, shone brightly, repelling all other forces.

A young man dressed in an official robe stood suspended in the void. Behind him were figures dressed in official robes, some male, some female, some young, all standing respectfully behind the young man.

These people before us are naturally the gods of Yuanling Mountain.

Such a powerful aura of war would cause even ordinary deities to retreat in fear.

But for You Ming, it was nothing more than that.

"Even if we win this time, it will probably be a Pyrrhic victory."

Almost all the gods had a look of worry between their brows. Although the first wave of the rebel army's attack had failed, their numbers were simply too great.

Once a breach is made in the defenses, it's like a dam breaking; it's difficult to repair.

Wu Mo looked at You Ming; what he was most worried about was this Minister Si.

Although You Ming usually seemed easy to talk to and had a gentle demeanor when interacting with people or doing things, he knew that this Lord Si Zheng was actually very protective of his own and domineering at heart.

Just like the Iron Refining Sect before, because they offended the adults, even their sect headquarters was slapped to the ground.

This would be a huge deal anywhere, but in the end, nothing came of it.

Neither the immortals nor the gods bothered You Ming; instead, they cooperated to mitigate the impact of this incident. (See Chapter 343 for details)

Wu Mo was really worried that You Ming might eventually lose his temper and make a move.

With this guy's strength, wiping out an army of ten thousand is just a matter of breathing.

But the final consequences of this are dire.

From the perspective of the divine, the resulting boundless slaughter will become an obstacle, affecting the mind of the gods.

For his path of cultivation, this also meant that many more tribulations were added out of nowhere.

He hoped that Lord Sizheng would not act impulsively, as the deaths of some mortals could be replenished in twenty or thirty years.

However, if one's own cultivation is damaged, then there is no hope of redemption.

"Wu Mo".

Just as Wu Mo was filled with tension, he suddenly heard You Ming's voice. He quickly bent down and leaned closer to listen.

"Wu Mo, how about we make a bet?"

"I'm betting that this time, Yuanling County won't suffer a Pyrrhic victory, but a resounding one."

You Ming seemed to be able to read Wu Mo's mind. Seeing Wu Mo's nervous expression, he spoke directly.

Wu Mo was taken aback. He looked at the adult's relaxed expression and realized that the adult was even in the mood to joke with him.

"Then I will take your bet, sir."

"But in this round, I'd rather I lose."

Although Wu Mo didn't know why You Ming said that, it was his true feeling.

If Yuanling County can truly achieve a great victory over the enemy, that would be the best possible outcome.

……

Peng Kuo was like a wounded tiger; stimulated by the pain, he became even more ferocious.

The pain was so intense that he wanted nothing more than to kill everyone on the city wall.

His blood surged again, and in a few moments he had already rushed to the top of the city wall. The instant he reached attack range, he suddenly swung his hundred-refined steel sword at the soldiers in front of him, his attack fueled by rage, using almost all his strength.

But just as he was about to kill the several guards in front of him, a cold wind of early spring suddenly blew into his heart.

Suddenly, a pang of sorrow welled up inside him, and his gaze began to wander.

Almost simultaneously, the movements of his hands also became sluggish.

"when."

His movements slowed down, and a figure wearing black rattan armor and wielding a strange longsword suddenly appeared, blocking Peng Kuo's Hundred Refined Blade with a single stroke.

As Peng Kuo looked at the man in rattan armor before him, a sense of panic inexplicably rose within him.

The scene of crossing the Cangyuan River by boat at night when he was a child involuntarily came to mind. When the boat was in the middle of the river, all he could see was the vast expanse of water. As he gazed at the surging water, he felt that the dark water was like a huge mouth that was about to swallow him up.

That was the first time he truly felt an emotion called "fear".

At this moment, facing this man in rattan armor, he felt a surge of fear.

"how come……"

"Why would I be afraid of you!"

Peng Kuo instinctively sensed something was wrong, but he forced himself to calm down. He felt the pain in his body and tried to use the pain to dispel the inexplicable feeling of fear that had arisen.

Especially after exchanging blows with his opponent, he could sense that his opponent's strength was actually inferior to his own.

If it were a head-on fight where neither side was wearing armor, he was confident he could kill his opponent within thirty moves.

Why should someone like that frighten you?
He roared inwardly, his eyes almost bloodshot, and swung the Hundred Refined Blade forward again.

"Boom bang bang."

But when he unleashed that powerful strike, it felt as if his heart had been suddenly squeezed.

He was having trouble breathing, as if an invisible force was pressing hard on his chest, choking his throat, and covering his mouth and nose, making it difficult for him to breathe.

The lingering sense of fear from before seemed to explode in that instant.

He looked at the man in rattan armor in front of him and felt that the ventilation holes on the man's faceplate, which was woven from bamboo strips, seemed to have turned into strange eyes, constantly winking at him and making all sorts of creepy expressions.

The ordinary guards on the city walls all around seemed to be acting strangely as well. They were doing the same things as before, but he felt a strange unease.

It was as if these people didn't seem like real people, but rather disguised themselves as their own kind.

Even the chaotic army behind him seemed to be whispering among themselves, discussing a huge conspiracy behind his back. Every time he looked over, they acted as if nothing was wrong, but a strange smile would appear on their lips where he couldn't see them.

Peng Kuo's heart pounded harder and harder. He was acutely aware that something was wrong with him, but he couldn't escape or avoid it. The fear surging from his heart made him want to scream wildly.

But he was also worried that shouting might attract something even more terrible.

"Your... Your Excellency..."

After realizing that his condition was becoming increasingly abnormal, Peng Kuo's voice trembled.

He seemed to have grasped at a straw, and he cried out, trembling.

"What's the matter?"

A somewhat displeased voice reached his ear.

Why is Peng Kuo calling me for no reason? Doesn't he know that I was seriously injured a few days ago and can't show my face freely?
"what……"

But when the Venerable One's voice reached Peng Kuo's ears, the feeling of fear became even stronger. He roared, jumped down from the cloud ladder, and ran away.

(End of this chapter)