The First Sage of Military Strategists

The woman had bright eyes and a curvaceous figure, especially her breasts, which were almost the size of an adult's head.

At first glance, Han Qu judged that the woman was not from Dayu.

Upon closer inspection, he discovered that the woman exuded a natural allure that was truly captivating and seductive, causing his lust to surge uncontrollably.

Tong Guanzhong also frowned. This woman was indeed incredibly alluring. He immediately thought of someone: Sarina.

Beside the Western Barbarian Lands lies a vast grassland kingdom called Sayun, and this Sayun King's daughter, Sarina, is said to possess an innate allure that is difficult for ordinary people to resist.

Even though he felt a surge of desire rising and churning in his abdomen immediately, fortunately, his strength was considerable, and he quickly suppressed this strange feeling.

Then he smelled a peculiar medicinal fragrance. His gaze sharpened, and he saw that Sarina indeed had a perfectly round pill in her hand, which was radiating a five-colored spiritual light and was extremely wondrous.

He was startled, his eyes gleaming: "It really is the Earth Profound Spirit Pill! How do you have such a legendary pill?"

Sarina smiled charmingly, her gaze fixed on Han Qu: "Han Qu, this pill is for you, but don't forget the promise you made with my husband!"

"Husband?" A hint of suspicion flashed in Tong Guanzhong's eyes.

A glint of greed flashed in Han Qu's eyes. He stood up and took the Earth Profound Spirit Pill from Sarina's hand.

"Sarina, don't worry, I will do my best to gather intelligence on the imperial court for Xiang Ying."

"Han Qu, as long as you are willing to cooperate sincerely, what is a single Earth Profound Spirit Pill? There will be even more benefits in the future!"
"I just heard you insulting Han Qing. Did you suffer a great loss at his hands?" Sarina changed the subject and chuckled.

Upon hearing these words, Han Qu's face darkened even further.

"That's right, one day I'll make him pay!"

Sarina chuckled again: "Don't worry, my husband has his eye on him too. It won't be long before he's taken back to Chu. Then you can take your revenge however you want."

After Sarina finished speaking, she didn't care what Han Qu was thinking. She suddenly took off and disappeared into the horizon in an instant.

"Such a stunning beauty, how could she fall into Xiang Ying's hands?" A hint of jealousy flashed in Han Qu's eyes.

"Young master, I've heard that Xiang Ying is fierce and violent. You should be careful," Tong Guanzhong warned.

"Of course I'm not that stupid. Xiang Ying used me to spy on the court, but wasn't I also using him to improve my strength?" Han Qu sneered.

Tong Guanzhong nodded slightly: "It's clear that you understand, young master!"

...

Chudi.

Xuelong River.

This river is the largest river in the Chu region. It is wide and its waters flow rapidly. Under the sunlight, it radiates a silvery glow, which is truly magical.

At this moment, there is a huge boat on the river, decorated with various lanterns, colorful ribbons, gold, silver and jade ornaments.

Inside the ship, in a spacious cabin, Xiang Ying sat imposingly on a large bearskin chair, with a jade table in front of him, upon which were displayed many rare fruits and vegetables.

He held a silver-white wine glass filled with wine in one hand, and with his other arm around a beautiful woman with a gentle demeanor and exquisite features.

This person was Xiang Ying.

Suddenly, a loud eagle cry came from outside the window, and a dark shadow descended from the sky like lightning, landing on the window next to it.

Xiang Ying reached out and grabbed at the air. An unknown force enveloped the dark figure and held it in his palm. It was a flying eagle, about half a person's height, with feathers that gleamed with a reddish-copper luster.

Xiang Ying removed a secret letter from his body, quickly glanced at it, and a fierce glint flashed in his eyes.

The letter came from the Mohist school, mentioning that the Mohist leader, Lin Motong, went to recruit Han Qing, but Han Qing unexpectedly chose to refuse to join him.

"Hmph, since this person is so blind, then I'll find a chance to kill him."

Xiang Ying has confirmed that the person who shattered his fist bones in the north that day was Han Qing.

If Han Qing is willing to submit, he can pretend that nothing happened.

If Han Qing refuses, he will settle this score sooner or later.

Xiang Ying reached out and stuffed the letter into the lamp beside her. The flame rose, and in an instant, the letter was burned to ashes.

He got up and went to the deck of the boat, where there was a silver-gray square cauldron, five steps long and wide, with three steps on top.

The cauldron is decorated with many plant and animal patterns, and inside it is a large amount of blood. Immersed in the blood is a bronze-colored puppet, whose body is covered with fine patterns and runes that are faintly visible.

"Your Majesty, the essence blood of all beasts has been prepared." A man with a long sword on his back and a long beard said with a cupped hand.

Xiang Ying nodded slightly, gazing into the distance. At the end of the Xuelong River, a majestic, dark blue-green mountain peak could be faintly seen. Above the mountain, clouds and mist swirled, as if silver snakes were weaving through them, appearing and disappearing in the distance.

"This Eight Directions Puppet has absorbed a large amount of the essence blood of ten thousand beasts. As long as it is brought to Tianyue Peak and subjected to the baptism of lightning tribulation, it can be reborn and transformed. I heard the leader of the Mo family mention that if it can truly transform, the combat power of this Eight Directions Puppet is no less than that of a Hundred Aperture Martial Saint!" Xiang Ying's eyes gleamed with a hint of anticipation.

"Congratulations, young master, your strength has improved again!" the old man with the long beard hurriedly congratulated him.

"My friends, the most important decision you have made is to follow me. In the future, I will definitely lead you to overturn mountains and rivers and change the world!"

As Xiang Ying spoke, he downed the wine in his glass in one gulp, exuding a surging aura of confidence, arrogance, and domineering power!

...

"This must be Yuehua Manor!"

Several days later, Han Qing flew at top speed and arrived above Yuehua Mountain Villa.

A bright moon hung in the sky. Han Qing looked down from his high vantage point and could see a dense forest in the manor, with white flowers on the trees, clean and bright, as if they were blending into the moonlight. This was Moonflower Manor.

After a moment's thought, Han Qing flew down towards the villa.

In the central courtyard of the manor, a square-faced, big-mouthed man lay shirtless in a bathtub about half his height, which contained a large amount of medicinal liquid with a pungent odor.

This man had scars all over his body, but his skin was almost translucent, and his entire body was like a block of ice. He was none other than the Ice Soul King, one of the top ten masters in the world.

A maid dressed in pale yellow walked briskly over carrying a wooden bucket, which was also filled with a large amount of grayish-brown viscous liquid.

He then poured the large bucket of medicinal liquid into the bathtub, where the liquid seemed to boil and churn.

The Ice Soul King's face contorted in pain, and he suddenly burst into a tirade of curses.

"Fuck your mother! Damn the imperial court, damn Emperor Qian!"

"A bunch of you ganging up on me, you sons of bitches without an anus, have the guts to fight me one-on-one!"

"It's from Mr. Ge!"

...

Han Qing suddenly descended from the sky. Hearing the string of curses, he thought to himself that the rumors were indeed true; the Ice Soul King was indeed a rude person. However, upon seeing Han Qing fall from the sky, the Ice Soul King remained extremely calm, his gaze sweeping back and forth.

"Who are you? A lackey of the imperial court? You alone dare to think you can capture and kill me? You're just delusional!" King Ice Soul declared loudly.

"You must be Wei Qiong. I've been entrusted by General Qi to escort you back to Shu," Han Qing said in a deep voice.

Wei Qiong stood up from the bathtub, and with a splashing sound, the medicinal liquid spilled all over the floor.

He looked Han Qing up and down with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"You pretty boy with that pink hair don't seem to have any skills. If I go with you, our whereabouts will be exposed, and I'll be doomed!"

Han Qing frowned: "It seems you don't trust me?"

Wei Qiong grinned: "If you want me to believe you, show me some real skills first!"

The next instant, a Yin-Yang curse seal suddenly flew out from his body, freezing the surrounding space in an instant.

Wei Qiong's expression changed drastically, but Han Qing immediately retracted the Yin-Yang curse seal into his body and asked with a smile, "How was it?"

"Sevenfold Yin-Yang Curse Seal? You're from the Yin-Yang Sect? No, only the Greater and Lesser Masters of Fate in the Yin-Yang Sect possess such a magical artifact. Who exactly are you?" Wei Qiong asked.

Han Qing chuckled and said, "Who I am is not important. This is Lord Qi's secret letter. Take a look!"

With a flick of his wrist, a letter fell into Wei Qiong's hands. The latter quickly opened it, glanced at it, and nodded slightly: "It is indeed a letter from Old Qi himself. Putting aside everything else, this single seven-fold Yin-Yang curse seal is enough to prove that you are extremely strong. Even if I hadn't been injured, you would definitely be above me. No wonder he sent you here alone."

"Now that you have dispelled your doubts, let's set off back to Shu now, lest things get complicated!" Han Qing said in a deep voice.

"Let's wait a few more hours. This barrel of medicinal liquid is invaluable and we can't waste it!" Wei Qiong said, sitting down in the wooden barrel.

Han Qing could sense that Wei Qiong's aura was extremely unstable and that he was indeed seriously injured, so he complied with him and waited for a while, which would not be more than a few hours.

After a while, having nothing better to do, he suddenly asked, "Brother Wei, why was your identity exposed and you are being hunted down like this?"

Wei Qiong gritted his teeth and cursed, "Damn it! I don't know which damned beast ruined me. I accidentally found out that the imperial court was going to send experts to Tongzhou in the north to assassinate the leader of the Black Sparrow Alliance and stop him from undergoing his tribulation. So I immediately sent a message to inform Lao Qi about this. But for some reason, my identity was exposed. I was surrounded by more than a dozen eunuchs and had no choice but to flee the capital. If it were a one-on-one fight, I would definitely grind those bastards to dust!"

Just as they were cursing, a deep voice suddenly echoed from above the manor.

"Oh? Wei Qiong, if it were a one-on-one fight, I don't think you'd be a match for me!"

Brush brush!
Several figures descended from the sky. First were four eunuchs in purple robes, followed by a scruffy old man with cross-eyed eyes wearing a wool sweater and carrying a wooden sword.

"Li Qingniu, you son of a bitch, what are you pretending for? If you have the guts, let's fight now. Even if I'm injured, killing you will be a piece of cake!" Wei Qiong cursed angrily.

Han Qing looked the old man up and down, never expecting that this person was the famous Lingqing Daozun Li Qingniu.

Rumor has it that this person is the number one Taoist master in the imperial court. Although he is not among the top ten masters in the world, he is still a top expert in his own right, and even stronger than the top ten masters in the world.

He also heard that this person disliked being outside and often secluded himself to improve his strength, making him one of the most powerful people in the court.

Li Qingniu glanced casually at Han Qing before returning his gaze to Wei Qiong, and said unhurriedly, "Then let's give it a try!"

"you wanna die!"

With a loud shout, Wei Qiong suddenly soared into the air, stretched out his hand and slapped forward. A burst of pure white frost energy surged from his palm, instantly freezing most of the small courtyard in front of him.

The chill then surged forward with a powerful force, heading straight for Li Qingniu.

Li Qingniu suddenly waved his hand and threw out twenty or thirty talismans.

These runes collided suddenly with the frost, and a series of loud explosions echoed as the runes exploded, with surging flames and frost clashing against each other.

Wei Qiong suddenly let out a muffled groan, and his whole body began to sway inside the wooden tub.

Han Qing glanced around and asked slowly, "Do you need any help?"

Wei Qiong gritted his teeth: "No need!"

Before he could finish speaking, a muffled groan escaped his lips, and blood spurted from Wei Qiong's mouth.

"Stubborn!" Han Qing muttered, ignoring Wei Qiong, and suddenly took flight. Seeing that Wei Qiong was injured, Li Qingniu launched another wave of attacks.

One by one, talismans flew out from Li Qingniu's hands, some emitting lightning, some surging with flames, and some enveloped in a frosty aura. Each talisman was surging with a breathtaking power.

The cultivators of the Lingqing Dao Sect are extremely skilled at crafting talismans, capable of containing all kinds of spells within a palm-sized square of clear yellow paper—a truly wondrous feat.

As the contemporary leader of the Lingqing Dao, Li Qingniu naturally had no shortage of talismans, and he used dozens or even hundreds of them at once.

Han Qing dared not be careless. He suddenly opened the Zen Meditation Umbrella. In an instant, golden light spread out, covering a large area of ​​the sky like water. The talismans flying in the sky were suddenly frozen in mid-air, and the four purple-robed eunuchs who rushed forward were also bound.

Li Qingniu felt the same way; he suddenly found himself unable to move.

A glint of light flashed in his eyes as he stared at Han Qing and demanded sharply, "The Zen Meditation Umbrella! This is a treasure of the Great Vajra Temple, how did it end up in your hands?"

Han Qing ignored it. While holding the umbrella, a large amount of his vital energy was consumed, and he was unable to move.

However, he cannot move, but he can still use magical artifacts and spells.

As golden light shone across the sky, malevolent mist swirled around him, and in an instant, the Yin soldiers merged into a Yin spirit warrior.

Then, a faint light flashed beside Han Qing, and the Heavenly Cloud Vine Puppet emerged from it.

In the past few days, he has erased the thoughts of others left in this puppet, and then used the Ceasefire Sutra to control his own thoughts to merge with it. He has already begun to control this magic weapon.

The Yin Spirit Warrior and the Heavenly Cloud Vine Puppet charged out from the left and right, respectively attacking the nearest martial artist.

The Yin Spirit Warrior struck first, and with the latter's terrified expression, he unleashed a punch that instantly shattered the latter's body, turning it into a shower of blood.

At the same time, Tianyun Tengkui also made a move, suddenly slashing the martial artist's body in two.

Just as Han Qing was about to kill everyone else here in one fell swoop, Li Qingniu suddenly erupted. A gust of yin wind swept through the world, and a powerful force of magic power surged between heaven and earth, suddenly converging above his head to form a precious mirror that emitted a blazing white light.

"Great Sun Treasure Mirror Technique!"

The Great Sun Mirror suddenly shone brightly, and a beam of pure white light descended from the mirror to the earth. In an instant, it was as if a stream of light had fallen from the sky, and everything around was a vast expanse of white.

The golden light domain formed by the Zen Meditation Umbrella was dispersed in an instant. Han Qing could feel a terrifying power surging around him, causing the Zen Meditation Umbrella to become ineffective.

The two purple-robed eunuchs took the opportunity to break free, their eyes revealing a fierce and ruthless glint.

"Kill him!"

Brush brush!
Two figures moved, and Han Qing's situation instantly became very dangerous.

He was enveloped in a blinding white light, which scorched his body, threatening to burn him to ashes. (End of Chapter)