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The cold light flashed and disappeared in an instant.

The broadsword was cleanly severed from the middle!

The broken blade landed with a "clang," rolled twice, and spiderweb-like cracks spread upwards from the break.

The lieutenant holding the sword stared blankly at the remaining hilt and the half-blade, which was also covered in cracks, his hand still numb.

"This...how is this possible..." he murmured, his voice trembling.

Everyone stared at the steel bar in Wang Meng's hand. There was only a faint white mark on it. Wang Meng ran his fingertip across it, and it disappeared. The entire steel bar was intact.

Dead silence.

Absolute silence reigned; even the wind seemed to freeze in that moment.

After a while, one of the commanders made a "gulping" swallowing sound from his throat.

Then came a stunned, distorted remark: "This hardness..."

Wang Meng slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the giant rock next to him, which was as tall as a person. He turned around and walked over, stopping in front of the rock.

That stone, dark blue-green in color, was recognized by everyone present.

It's famously hard, just how hard?

To make it easier to transport things from the canyon in the future, Wang Meng sent soldiers a month ago to try to chisel it open and move it away. The chisels broke a whole basket, and the stone only chipped off a few pieces the size of fingernails.

After that, we stopped thinking about it and everyone tacitly decided to just walk a little further.

The next instant, Wang Meng's eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp light!

His inner strength surged into his right arm like a torrent, and the ordinary steel bar seemed to come alive in his hand, emitting a deep hum.

He exerted force from his waist and hips, twisted his body, and swung his arm. The steel bar turned into a gray-black lightning bolt and smashed hard against the boulder!

"boom--!"

The boulder shattered instantly!

Pebbles flew everywhere, some as big as millstones, others as small as bullets, shooting off in all directions!

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, the steel bars remained completely unharmed, without even a scratch.

Silence fell over the canyon once more.

No one speaks.

No one even moved.

Dozens of eyes stared at the pile of rubble, their pupils filled with disbelief.

"Divine weapon..." The lieutenant's voice was squeezed out of his throat, so hoarse that it sounded unfamiliar to him.

"It truly is a divine weapon—!!"

That sound was like lighting a powder keg.

The crowd erupted instantly.

"God……"

"That stone... just shattered like that!? Was it the same stone that had been chipped away at with a chisel for days before?!"

……

Screams and gasps of shock mingled together, creating a deafening cacophony.

Some people patted their faces, as if trying to confirm if they were dreaming. Others crouched down to touch the rubble, and trembled when their fingertips touched the rough, uneven surface of the stones.

Wang Meng stood still, watching all of this.

His chest heaved violently, and his eyes felt slightly hot.

He slammed the steel bar on the ground. "That's enough!"

The sound, imbued with inner strength, sliced ​​through all the noise like a knife.

Everyone fell silent instantly, turning to look at him.

Wang Meng's gaze swept across every face.

Those faces still bore tear stains and the flush of ecstasy.

"Listen up, all of you." His voice was deep and steady, carrying the authority of a general.

"Distribute these divine weapons immediately."

"From now on, everyone train! Train until you can treat the divine weapon as an extension of your own arm!"

The lieutenant wiped his face and loudly replied, "Yes, sir!"

Wang Meng raised his head, his gaze fixed on the distant south, his eyes burning with intensity.

"The time for our counterattack has come!"

The generals behind him gripped the steel bars tightly in unison, the sound of metal scraping against metal creating a uniform, chilling atmosphere.

……

In modern times, Lin Ye has returned to the Times Building.

Considering the flow of time for both sides, although it hasn't been calculated precisely, almost a day has passed since the military treatise was sent, and more than three days have passed since the last live broadcast.

It's estimated that once Wang Meng receives his steel bars, Shu Jingwei's henchmen will have already made their move.

Lin Ye leaned back on the sofa, the sunlight streaming in from the window casting a warm glow on him.

My little one went to kindergarten today, and with one less person at home, it suddenly feels quiet.

Since he had nothing better to do, he decided to see what kind of trouble his "divine weapon" would cause in the Great Flame Kingdom.

With a thought, Lin Ye purchased a Heavenly Mirror from the system shop.

It has a grand name, but it's just a mirror that can see what happens around a designated person in the Great Flame Kingdom.

One hundred shock points are practically free for Lin Ye these days.

He took the Sky Mirror out of his system inventory, stuck it behind the TV in the living room, and then turned on the remote control.

After thinking for a moment, Lin Ye chose Yao Jingyuan as the character.

The dark television screen lit up instantly, revealing a campsite.

The Shu-character flag is fluttering in the wind.

This is... Shu Jingwei's army?

……

The Great Flame Kingdom is located a hundred miles away from Fangzhou.

It was already getting dark.

The imperial camp stretched across the open fields, the canvas of the tents billowing and deflating in the wind, making a dull sound.

Torches were burning everywhere in the camp, and the acrid smell of burning pine resin was carried by the wind.

Lights were on in one of the largest tents.

Sitting in the tent was someone who shouldn't have been there at all—

Yao Jingyuan.

He has lost a lot of weight.

Compared to his powdered, handsome, and noble face in Beijing, Yao Jingyuan now had slightly protruding cheekbones, sunken eye sockets, and dark circles under his eyes.

However, his dark blue brocade robe remained impeccably tailored, with the collar tightly closed and the jade belt at his waist neatly fastened.

He simply found another path to the top, and he didn't lose!

The cold wind howled and swept past the tent, the sound like someone crying in the distance.

Yao Jingyuan's fingers rested on the table, and unconsciously curled up slightly.

He has had a very difficult time in the capital these days.

He recalled that when they first moved out of the palace, the threshold of the mansion was almost worn down by the crowds, and the sedan chairs that came to pay their respects could stretch from one end of the alley to the other.

But a few days later, everything changed.

That army, loyal only to Shu Jingwei, descended like divine soldiers, and within a short period of time, they reported a series of victories.

He watched with his own eyes as those fickle ministers gradually fell back to their positions.

Some people who pledged their loyalty to him the day before were giving impassioned speeches in court the next day in support of Shu Jingwei, their words flowing as if they had memorized a script half the night before.

After the court session, he sent someone to visit that minister, wanting to ask him what he meant.

As a result, his steward went in through the front door and was brought out through the back door in less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

When the manager returned, he looked grim, clutching a packet of tea that the other party had given him.

That was the cheapest kind of tea dust in the tea shop, so cheap that even a beggar would find it too pathetic to accept.

This is a statement.

It's an insult!

Yao Jingyuan sat in his study and smashed the packet of tea leaves.

The crumbs were scattered all over the floor, and the whole room was filled with that cheap, bitter smell that lingered for a long time.

His mansion went from bustling with activity to deserted in less than half a month.

That night, he was restless and kept thinking about what to do next.

He knew that once Shu Jingwei finished quelling the rebellion and had time to deal with him, he would be the first person she would target.

Just then, there was a knock on his study door. It was He Jin, his trusted advisor who lived in his residence.

"Lord Yao," He Jin bowed as he entered, "this humble general has a plan."