The First Sage of Military Strategists

"Han Yi, I will grind you to dust!"

The Peacock King Buddha suddenly appeared between heaven and earth, holding a white pagoda in his hands, emanating a surging killing intent and terrifying pressure.

What suddenly appeared was the true form of the Peacock King Buddha, and what he held in his hands was the true form of Brahma.

Han Yi's figure suddenly appeared on the Nine Dragons Palace of the Imperial Heaven. His posture was still as upright as a javelin, with his hands behind his back and his eyes deep and unfathomable as he stared at the Peacock King Buddha.

"All struggles are in vain. Why not bow down to my Great Yu? Even if you get rid of your identity as a spirit and completely control the Great Brahma, so what? The Nine Dragons Palace of the Imperial Heaven is above all magical treasures. Its power is beyond your imagination."

"I also wish to show you just how terrifying the power of Brahma is," said the Peacock King Buddha with a smile.

As soon as they finished speaking, the two made their move almost simultaneously. A Buddha's light shone brightly above the Great Brahma Heaven, while a deep and heavy golden aura converged in front of the Nine Dragons Palace of the Imperial Heaven, suddenly condensing into a golden balloon, which then shot forward at an astonishing speed, colliding with the dazzling Buddha's light in mid-air.

With a deafening roar, the entire Brahma Heaven was instantly shrouded in white.

...

Above the border city, tens of thousands of miles in the sky, Han Qing was simultaneously fighting against the Peacock King Buddha's clone.

Suddenly, a huge, illusory peacock tail appeared behind the Buddha Kong Fuwang. This tail shimmered with colorful light, and tens of thousands of eyes suddenly opened, reflecting Han Qing's figure.

"Secret Technique, Ten Thousand Flowers Eyes!"

Han Qing instantly fell into an endless illusion, a realm of myriad eyes and transformations, capable of condensing countless layers of reincarnation secret realms, dragging people into it, and condemning them to eternal damnation.

The next instant, the Boundless Monument in his hand suddenly mimicked the deep, dark light, completely enveloping his body and blocking out his pupils.

Han Qing immediately broke free from the illusion, but the next attack from the Peacock King Buddha followed immediately. He chanted solemn and majestic scriptures, and complex and three-dimensional Sanskrit characters appeared around him. These Sanskrit characters suddenly merged together to form a dazzling lotus flower.

Suddenly, the Peacock King Buddha pushed forward with both palms, and the lotus flower transformed into a stream of light that crashed straight into Han Qing.

This move is called Thousand Lotus Flower, and Han Qing can feel an earth-shattering power surging within the lotus flower.

But he was fearless and charged forward with the Manglong Spear in hand.

He raised his hand and thrust out with his spear, unleashing the power of the Heavenly Dragon. The golden lotus was suddenly detonated, and a large amount of golden flames filled the sky and earth, instantly illuminating the deep night.

Han Qing's figure was also swallowed up by the golden flames.

However, in the next instant, he burst out of the golden flames, transforming into a black shadow, and with a whoosh, he pounced straight towards the Peacock King Buddha.

As Han Qing drew near, he raised his hand and threw a punch that collided with the palm of the Peacock King Buddha. The force of the punch and the force of the palm collided, and with a loud bang, the Peacock King Buddha's body collapsed on the spot.

Han Qing's punch was no casual strike; it was a full-force attack that combined immense martial arts intent and magical power, further amplified by the power of the Boundless Monument and the power of the Dragon Devouring the Sky Armor. The combined power of these multiple forces resulted in an explosive force that was incredibly powerful in an instant.

This was merely an avatar of the Peacock King Buddha, and naturally, it was unable to resist this force of the fist, shattering and annihilating instantly.

However, this clone did not die completely. Instead, strands of magical energy suddenly dispersed and condensed into clones, a total of nine clones, which flew away from all directions in a flash.

However, Han Qing acted swiftly. The Boundless Monument flashed with a ghostly light, and the phantom of the ancient city descended, instantly sealing off this area of ​​the sky and enveloping the nine clones within it. A surge of secret power imprisoned the nine clones in the air.

Han Qing's figure flickered, as if he could teleport, changing positions nine times in the air before thrusting his spear forward nine times.

These nine clones were successively stabbed and collapsed once again.

This time, the numerous clones did not reassemble; instead, they were swept away by the eerie light emanating from the Boundless Monument and directly erased.

After slaying the Peacock King Buddha's clone, Han Qing glanced around and saw a great battle breaking out in the far distance, with the commanders of the two legions, Meng Chong and Posala, clashing in mid-air.

Vasala continuously unleashed various terrifying spells to bombard Meng Chong, who relied on his powerful physique to withstand these spells time and time again, while constantly seeking opportunities to counterattack with his profound martial arts essence.

The battle was extremely fierce, and many surrounding mountains were razed to the ground.

Han Qing suddenly approached and made his move. Although Meng Chong was not at a disadvantage, this was war, and there was no such thing as one-on-one combat. The goal was to kill the enemy as quickly as possible.
With a quick glance, Vasala raised her hand and slashed at Han Qing with her sword.

This strike was a combination of magic and martial arts. Black energy surged around him, and a grand martial arts intent burst forth from his body, transforming into various world-destroying scenes.

This black aura merged with the true essence of martial arts, attaching itself to the blade, and slashed at Han Qing.

"Well done!"

Han Qing laughed loudly, completely fearless, and threw a punch, with a powerful martial arts intent bursting forth from the tip of his fist.

This move is the King Chuang Fist, a technique that combines magic and martial arts. However, when Han Qing performs it, it is several times more powerful than when the Great Emperor Taizu of Da Shun performed it himself.

boom!
The blade's edge and the force of the fist collided in mid-air, accompanied by a deafening roar. The blade's edge immediately shattered, while the force of the fist swept across the sky, striking the Vasala behind them.

With a muffled thud, Vasala was blasted away, a series of cracking sounds coming from his body, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

A flicker of fear crossed his eyes. Han Qing's combat power was terrifying; he was no match for him at all.

At this moment, Han Qing showed no mercy and attacked again, this time with his strongest killing move.

A gray stream of energy surged forth from the Boundless Monument, descending from the sky in an instant and striking Vasala directly.

Vasala was completely powerless to resist, and could not even dodge. He was immediately swallowed up by this boundless, all-encompassing energy. His armor collapsed and his body turned into a cloud of blood mist.

However, as the supreme commander of the royal court, Vasala was incredibly powerful. His soul did not collapse; instead, it soared out from the gray sea of ​​energy.

Han Qing reached out and grabbed at the air, unleashing a terrifying suction force that pulled the figure directly into his hand. Then, a black lotus appeared and completely sealed it away.

The soul of Vasala roared loudly in the Yin-Yang True Realm, but Han Qing was too lazy to pay attention to it. The black lotus slowly rotated, and a void power permeated into Vasala's body from all directions. The latter's aura became weaker and weaker, and finally collapsed completely, turning into nothingness.

Meng Chong watched in horror. Posala, such a legendary powerhouse of the royal court, was defeated so easily.

With the death of Basara, the outcome of this war was no longer in doubt.

Although millions of people were still fighting below, Vasala was their spiritual pillar.

Meng Chong suddenly shouted, "Bodhisattva is dead, why don't you surrender?"

This loud shout spread rapidly across the entire battlefield like a storm, reaching the ears of every royal soldier and shaking their very souls.

"What? The commander-in-chief is dead!"

"Run!"

The morale of many soldiers collapsed instantly, and they turned and fled in panic. This collapse of confidence quickly spread throughout the army, causing widespread rout.

In an instant, the entire royal army was thrown into chaos, with cries and screams rising and falling. Many fled in panic, trampling each other and causing even more severe casualties. Han Qing looked down at this scene from his high vantage point. He could foresee that this would be a great victory, but seeing the corpses scattered everywhere, and how many young and vibrant lives had been lost in the war, he could not feel any joy.

When it prospers, the people suffer; when it dies, the people suffer.

Every shift in the balance between humanity and nature creates many saints and leaves behind countless heroic deeds worthy of song and tears, but what follows are the countless bones of ordinary people.

If he could, he would prefer that such a change never happens.

However, the tide of the times is rolling forward and the trend is irreversible. He cannot stop this change from happening. Therefore, Han Qing decides that he must become stronger as soon as possible and end this change as soon as possible.

A few days later, the war ended.

Outside Guiqiu City, corpses lay strewn everywhere, and the stench of decay filled the air. Hundreds of thousands of royal soldiers had been almost completely wiped out. This battle directly destroyed this once-powerful dynasty from the desert.

News of this great battle spread throughout Dayu at an astonishing speed, and then to Ximang.

The court and the public were in an uproar, and people were celebrating in the streets and alleys.

Han Qing defeated the Peacock King Buddha's clone and captured and killed Vasala, making a decisive move at the crucial moment and leading to victory in this war, thus becoming famous throughout the world.

Many storytellers in teahouses immediately began writing numerous stories featuring Han Qing as their protagonist, showering him with praise.

At this time, Han Qing was still in Guiqiu City, working with Meng Qingxi to refine the Heavenly Profound Pill.

"Just now, Commander Meng sent word that he has arrived at the gates of the capital of the Desert Kingdom with his men. Hundreds of thousands of troops have surrounded it. If nothing unexpected happens, this will be the final battle. From now on, there will be no more royal courts in the East." Meng Qingxi, dressed in a blue robe, spoke slowly and calmly with a cool and aloof demeanor.

Han Qing sat in the chair, stroking the warm teacup in his hand, and said slowly, "I only hope that such a war will never happen again."

“Young Master Han truly cares for the people. Indeed, such a war is a catastrophe for the people of the world. The countless white bones outside the city are the best proof. If possible, I also hope that war will never come again.” Meng Qingxi nodded slightly.

Although they were all extraordinary and their hearts were as hard as a rock, even the hardest heart would soften when they saw hundreds of thousands of people die tragically in front of them.

"Let's not talk about this anymore. Let's start refining the pills now. Are all the materials ready?" Han Qing changed the subject.

"Preparations are complete."

Meng Qingxi smiled slightly, flipped his palm, and a bronze three-legged cauldron appeared, with patterns of mountains, rivers and stars painted on it.

"This is a priceless treasure called the Great Cauldron Furnace. Inside the cauldron are 1296 kinds of medicinal herbs that I have prepared, most of which are extremely precious and of immeasurable value. Han Qing, you must be careful. You only have one chance. If you fail, all the medicinal herbs will be destroyed, and there will be no second batch for you to try." Meng Qingxi said solemnly.

"Only one? No problem, I'm 90% confident I can successfully refine it," Han Qing said calmly.

The key to alchemy lies in thoroughly understanding the Heavenly Profound Pill Scripture, which is not difficult for Han Qing, as he has already mastered the scripture to perfection.

"Alright, since you're so confident, let's begin. I'll step out now to avoid disturbing your thoughts." Meng Qingxi stood up and left the magnificent hall.

Han Qing immediately began refining the Heavenly Profound Pill. The first step was to refine the Great Cauldron Furnace, which was not difficult for him.

A stream of spiritual energy permeated into it, intertwining with the stream of spiritual energy remaining inside the Great Cauldron Furnace.

In an instant, illusions arose one after another, and Han Qing fell into one illusion after another. However, his mind was firm, and he quickly broke through these illusions.

In less than an hour, he had completely refined the Great Cauldron Furnace, and the two streams of magical thought were completely intertwined and entangled together.

Han Qing immediately poured a large amount of magical power into the cauldron, and a ball of pure white flame rose up inside.

He closed his eyes slightly, secretly circulating the Heavenly Profound Pill Scripture, controlling the flames to begin refining the materials inside the cauldron.

Only by thoroughly understanding the Heavenly Profound Pill Scripture can one fully control the primordial fire erupting from the cauldron and thus refine the Heavenly Profound Pill.

As a large amount of materials were refined and fused, a purple round pill gradually emerged from the center of the flames inside the cauldron.

However, the pill was not yet fully formed; it kept writhing and changing shape in the flames, radiating immense pressure.

Han Qing began to feel a little strained. To control this flame, one must have the strength of at least the second level of the Golden Body Realm; otherwise, the flame might collapse.

Even he felt a little strained, so one can imagine how difficult it would be for others to refine this pill.

Outside the hall.

Meng Qingxi waited anxiously; even through the door, she could feel the overwhelming pressure coming at her.

Just as he was pondering this, a figure appeared behind him; it was Lin Motong.

"Madam Meng, is Han Qing refining elixirs inside?"

Meng Qingxi turned around and nodded slightly: "Not bad."

“As agreed, my Mo family will take 30%,” Lin Motong added.

"Don't worry, Young Master Lin, I, Meng Qingxi, am not a man of my word. After the pill is completed, you will receive 30%." Meng Qingxi smiled.

While collecting materials, she encountered some difficulties. Some materials were impossible to find no matter what she tried. In the end, she chose to ask the Mo family for help. She knew that the leader of the Mo family had also been collecting materials for years in order to refine the Heavenly Profound Pill.

Ultimately, with the help of the Mohists, she was able to complete the document.

“Madam Meng, recently another top expert from the Outer Heavens has descended upon Chu. You must be careful, as I have heard that they intend to target General Meng and his entourage,” Lin Motong added. He had dealt with Meng Qingxi quite a bit and they had a very amicable relationship.

"Thank you for the reminder, young master." Meng Qingxi smiled slightly, but didn't say anything more.

The two waited silently as time slowly passed. They didn't know how much time had gone by when the oppressive aura surging in the hall suddenly dissipated.

"Ok?"

Meng Qingxi was startled. Then, with a creak, the door opened wide, and Han Qing stepped out, holding twelve round pills that shimmered with a purple luster. These were the Heavenly Profound Pills.

A fresh, fragrant scent wafted through the air, and upon smelling it, Meng Qingxi felt as if her soul was about to leave her body, experiencing a blissful, ethereal sensation.

"What a supreme treasure pill! This must be the Heavenly Profound Pill!" Meng Qingxi's eyes lit up, and she exclaimed in surprise.

"This pill is indeed extremely difficult to refine. Apart from me, there are no more than a handful of people in the world who can refine it," Han Qing said in a deep voice.

This is not him boasting, but the refining process is indeed very difficult and beyond the control of ordinary people.

"Young Master Han, you've worked hard. As agreed, you may take some of the pills." Meng Qingxi quickly suppressed her outward joy. (End of Chapter)