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Xie Wanqing put down her teacup and calmly replied, "Old man, you also know about Snow Bud Tea? That's a rare delicacy. May I ask what kind of Snow Bud Tea the old rocks in the mountains you mentioned produce?"

The old beggar turned his head, looked at Xie Wanqing, grinned, revealing sparse yellow teeth: "Which kind? Hehe, it's the kind that grows in shady old rock crevices, only sprouting once every three to five years, covered in frost and snow, bitter at first but sweet at second, and can clear the mind and brighten the eyes. It's a pity, it's hard to find in the market."

Three cups of snow-white tea, ask the old stone in the mountain! The code has been matched!

Lin Feng said in a deep voice, "Since it is so rare, would you be willing to part with a little of it, sir? The price is negotiable."

The old beggar chuckled, rummaged in his pocket for a while, pulled out a dirty little cloth bag, placed it on the table, and pushed it over: "For tea lovers, what's the point of talking about prices? This old man has just a little bit left, I don't even know if it's from Old Stone, you two can try it and you'll know."

Xie Wanqing took the cloth bag; it felt slightly heavy in her hand. She carefully opened it, and inside was not tea, but half a jade pendant, carefully wrapped in oiled paper. The jade pendant was an irregular semi-circle, about the size of a thumb, with naturally formed layers of textured patterns resembling flowing water. It was indeed "River Jade"! Moreover, judging from the fracture surface, it had clearly been recently separated from a whole piece of jade.

Xie Wanqing gently picked up the half of the Heluo jade and handed it to Lin Feng, while saying to the old beggar, "Thank you for the jade, sir. May I ask if this jade... has a name? And where is the other half?"

The old beggar whispered, "This jade is called 'Twins.' This half is temporarily entrusted to Commander Lin. The other half already has its owner. The ten-day period begins today. If Commander Lin has any messages or needs to be contacted, he can place this jade under the third tile under the eaves of the east window on the top floor of the 'Listening to the Waves Pavilion' in the city at 3:45 PM every day. Someone will come to collect it. Similarly, if any news is sent back, it will also be placed there."

"How can we confirm that you are from your side?" Lin Feng asked.

"When this jade is retrieved or placed, three pebbles of different colors will be left under the roof tiles, arranged in the order of 'blue, white, and black.' If there is an urgent message, a red pebble can be added at the top."

The old beggar finished speaking quickly, picked up his third bowl of tea, and drank it all in one gulp. He then led the little donkey away.

Upon returning to the garrison commander's study, a personal guard immediately reported that Deputy General Zhou Ming invited Garrison Commander Lin to the camp to discuss important matters.

After exchanging a few words with Xie Wanqing, Lin Feng, along with Han Tao, rode swiftly to the Eagle Beak Rock camp, thirty miles north of the city.

Inside Zhou Ming's central command tent, the lights were on full display.

"Commander Lin, you've come at the perfect time!" Zhou Ming handed the letter to Lin Feng.

"General Zhao has replied! He fully agrees with our strategy and has already sent a document to the Ministry of War for record-keeping. He has ordered us to fully cooperate with 'Dive into the Abyss.' He has also specifically instructed that you are in charge of this matter, and all five thousand troops in my unit, including myself, are at your command! This is the General Zhao's order!"

"Thank you for your trust, Commander-in-Chief. I will trouble you, Vice General Zhou!" Lin Feng clasped his hands in a fist salute and then accepted the order.

At midnight, the three gates of Ironwall City were quietly opened, and six hundred elite cavalrymen, like three arrows released from a bow, silently disappeared into the deep night of the northern grasslands, thus beginning the grand plan of "luring the tiger away from the mountain and secretly breaking the wolf's howl".

Han Tao traveled eastward, approaching the border between the Black Wolf Tribe and the White Deer Tribe.

Before dawn on the third day, they reached a small winter pasture on the southeastern edge of the Black Wolf tribe. There were only twenty or thirty tents there, with a hundred or so elderly, women, and children guarding hundreds of cattle and sheep. Han Tao showed no mercy. At his command, two hundred riders swept through like a whirlwind, scattering the crowd, seizing most of the livestock, and deliberately leaving behind a few tattered Yan army flags and a few blood-stained uniforms. A fire ignited the haystacks and several empty tents, thick smoke billowing into the morning light.

Lei Bao led the way through the center, heading straight for the edge of the Black Wolf Tribe's traditional nomadic territory.

He was even more fierce in temperament and his fighting style was more cunning. When he encountered small groups of Di Rong cavalry of ten or fewer men, he would surround and annihilate them without leaving any survivors. When he encountered a group of twenty or thirty men, he would use the terrain to set up an ambush, fire a volley of arrows and crossbows, rout them, and then retreat, never getting entangled. In just four days, three Black Wolf Tribe cavalry squads had been wiped out by them.

Yan Qing traveled westward, moving between the Black Wolf and Gray Fox tribes. At night, they would light a few small campfires simultaneously in multiple locations, then extinguish them, creating the illusion of a large and powerful force. The traces of their "passing by" were always faint, making the Di Rong garrison suspicious and exhausted.

Meanwhile, at the Eagle Beak Rock camp, Zhou Ming put on a very convincing show.

The camp expanded daily, with new trenches and barricades constantly being added. By day, banners fluttered, and the shouts of soldiers training echoed for miles. At night, campfires burned continuously, accompanied by the clamor of large-scale troop movements. They even "accidentally" allowed two captured Di Rong scouts to escape, bringing back the message that "the Yan army camp is well-equipped and well-supplied, preparing for war, and will soon march north."

In an instant, tensions rose along the border of the Black Wolf Tribe, and urgent messages flew like snowflakes to the "Golden-Topped Khan's Tent" where the Black Wolf Tribe's Khan Asuda, who was recuperating from his injuries.

Inside the golden-topped tent, the smell of medicine was strong.

"Great Khan, the Yan army's actions this time are very strange." Feng Kun frowned. "This is not like a normal retaliation or harassment, but rather... it seems like they are deliberately mobilizing our forces to create chaos."

High Priest Ulun twirled the bone string hanging from his chest, his voice like the grinding of sand: "The eagles of the Eternal Heaven tell me that the enemies in the south are weaving a net to deceive our eyes. Their true arrows may not be aimed at the cattle and sheep on the border, but rather... at a more sacred and inviolable land."

Asuda hissed, "What has Lin Feng found out that he wants to obstruct our 'Divine Punishment' plan?"

Feng Kun: "Great Khan, the matter of Wolf Howling Peak is an absolute secret. Apart from myself, the High Priest, and a few absolutely reliable confidants, no one knows the details. Lin Feng is far away in Ironwall City; how could he possibly know?"

High Priest Ulun said slowly, "The southerners are cunning, and we must be wary. This feint may be a cover for their true intentions."

Asuda pondered for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "We absolutely cannot let Lin Feng's feint interfere with our 'Divine Punishment'! Once the 'Divine Punishment' descends and all the tribes are subdued, I, the Khan, will personally lead a large army to raze Iron Wall City to the ground and grind Lin Feng to dust!"

"Yes!" Feng Kun and Wu Lun replied in unison.