Chen Ping's Sword

Although the right humerus was completely broken, the left wrist and palm also fractured, and a few ribs were nearly piercing into the heart, narrowly escaping fatal injury.

However, Ji Changlie still claimed he could fight, he could flee.

He seized a white horse, rapidly urged his True Qi, aiming to retrace his steps and escape into the One-Slash Gorge, into his infantry formation, or even to the Seaside Camp.

The ambition was high, the spirit was grand during the march.

Now, all was gone.

Only frantically shouting for his knights to cover the retreat.

He hurried like a stray dog.

He had run halfway when the scattered Eight Gates Golden Lock Array again maneuvered to block the way.

Ji Changlie’s face was full of defeat as he looked up and saw an elegant old man with white hair and beard already standing ten feet in front of him.

Beside him stood a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties, looking at Ji Changlie with pity.

"Father-in-law, why come to this? For the sake of the past, let me go today."

Ji Changlie took a deep breath, eyes full of humiliation, yet he had to plead humbly.

At this moment, not only was the Eight Gates Golden Lock Array blocking the way, but two Unity Realm Grandmasters stood as barriers.

And himself?

Not only seriously injured, but over twenty thousand elite riders had been isolated, scattered into chaos.

Coming here, he could break through the military array in one go.

But returning, this was a dragon’s lair and tiger’s den; there was no way to fight his way out.

"If I had known today, why act as I did before?"

Cui Huchen shook his head, seemingly unable to bear looking at Ji Changlie’s fearful eyes.

"If you have any last words, speak them quickly. I have no choice."

After seventeen years of being in-laws, battling for sixteen years, not only did Cui Huchen understand Ji Changlie well, but Ji Changlie also understood his iron-hearted father-in-law.

Upon hearing, his expression was stunned, lips curled into a strange arc, smiling like crying, he muttered: "So it is, so it is. Since I gathered two hundred thousand troops for a surprise attack, I was destined to die, and at your hand."

He staggered.

He seemed hardly able to stand.

At this moment, he was no longer the prince commanding two hundred thousand troops with cultivation at Grandmaster Level but a defeated general on his last legs.

Looking back.

Outside the overlapping military formations, there was no sight of a woman in Daoist attire.

Nor was there a sight of a girl as bright as the moon, full of spirit and cuteness.

"Loneliness, indeed destined to die!"

Ji Changlie looked up at the sky, closed his eyes, and shed tears.

A flash of sword light crossed his neck.

His head flew off.

Cui Huchen remained silent for quite a while before saying: "Is this your last word?"

"Third Uncle, why kill Ji Changlie? It’s better to abolish his cultivation and imprison him."

In Bo Yu’s eyes was urgency, knowing that with the slash of this sword, future troubles would be endless.

"Bo Yu, remember, some things aren’t about how you want to do them but must be done. Do you think, with King Ping’s overwhelming martial force, why did Ji Changlie run to me?"

"Third Uncle, you mean..."

"Don’t speak, don’t overthink. We are adversaries with Ji Changlie; a life-and-death struggle, either he dies, or I die.

Today, the brave King Jinghai died on the spot, worthy of a general of renown, a pioneer prince; history ought to record him with vivid colors. It’s enough.

"As for how Little Commandery Princess Mingyue will think, whether the over ten thousand former Jinghai Army troops harbor resentment towards me, it’s just right."

At this point, Cui Huchen’s voice became barely audible.

"If not for this, my Cui family’s ten thousand infantry would be less stable. Sometimes being a lone minister is not only not bad but is good."

"Grandson understands."

Cui Bo Yu was deeply convinced.

...

"Useless, really useless."

On a distant high mountain peak from the battlefield.

A few individuals watched from afar, letting the vast mountain winds blow their robes, observing all happening on the battlefield.

Watching and watching, the first one, a tall middle-aged man with brows like flying swords and a cold eagle nose, could not help but curse.

"What a pity that our Profound Yin Sect’s years of effort wasted so much effort on him, and now it’s all gone."

Not only the high-end investment of several elders and the Saintess’s martial prowess, or helping the opponent cultivate heirs in various secret ways...

The Jinghai Army’s control over the Three Prefectures, managing to produce twenty thousand infantry, was with much effort from the Profound Yin Sect.

Even Profound Yin disciples secretly became sharp killing tools in King Jinghai’s hands.

How many shameful things had been done for him in secrecy?

All this was managed to this extent.

And the result?

Such a good start, about to reap it all, ended in complete defeat, with nothing left.

Another gamble like this, regardless of how big the Profound Yin Sect’s business is, it can’t afford to play.

It is even akin to losing both the lady and the soldiers.

No wonder a deep schemer like Sect Leader Lih Jiuyin couldn’t help but curse loudly, nearly storming his feet.

Truly, his anger was extreme.

"Mud that can’t hold a wall, the Sect Leader may rest his anger, even if King Jinghai did not die this time, it wouldn’t benefit us; that one secretly kept a card, his old slave is actually a master of the Shenxiao Path, heh, hidden really well."

A middle-aged beautiful woman with double rainbow-like brows, always carrying a three-part smile, laughed lightly aside.

Seemingly with some mockery.

She seemed to understand; Ji Changlie’s hidden piece was kept precisely to defend against someone; it was obvious who.

"Meiniang, is there a possibility that Ji Changlie did not know that Shenxiao Path had secretly allied with Ji Changfeng? No, earlier that old Daoist’s Purple Sky Divine Thunder Domain faintly had bloodlight, somewhat like Blood Shadow Yin Thunder.

This man should be Elder Tongyun who disappeared forty years ago, and it’s said the Shenxiao Path even held a small memorial for him then, claiming he died at [Blood Shadow Mad Saber]’s hand.

Unexpectedly, this old Daoist remained hidden in the Jinghai Prince’s Mansion, hidden for many years."

Lih Jiuyin sighed deeply, indeed, the Three Sects of Buddhism, Four Daoist Sects, their foundations were still profound; even the most downtrodden Primordial Sect revived with captivating splendor.

Not to mention other sects, with the chaos of the world and the skirmishes for the throne, who knows how many secret agents are buried and how many idle moves have been played.

Just like Shenxiao Sword Sect, if not for King Jinghai reaching his end, facing imminent death, that "Uncle Tonx" might not have revealed his true identity.

Who in the world doesn’t know Shenxiao Sword Sect supports True Martial King Ji Changfeng, the low-key prince holding Vice Capital Youjing, with military might covering five nearby prefectures and forty-seven counties, known for never vying for power, loyal to the Court?

From "Uncle Tonx"’s identity, Ji Changfeng might not be so "simple."

Even, Tiger威军 and Dragon Soaring Army’s years-long battle with East Wood Army, Greed Wolf Army, Seven Fiends Army might all be just a show.

"Could it be he’s playing the strategy of raising bandits?"

"We might all be mistaken."

Lih Jiuyin smacked his lips, faced subtly changing.

"How about we turn to support that one instead?"

Meiniang pursed her lips, pointing down the mountain, where Chen Ping was commanding his army to gather surrendering troops.

"Impossible, why Chen Ping was pursued by the Thirteenth Prince of Beizhou fleeing Xingqing Prefecture, it’s heard, he even lost two little companions. Don’t forget, who circulated the news leading Seven-Colored Hall Zhuang Hongyi to get Little Commandery Princess Mingyue’s whereabouts."

"Sigh..."

Meiniang’s face instantly turned extremely embarrassed.

That unintentional idle move turned inexplicably into a great enemy for her Profound Yin Sect.

What a mess this was.

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