The Blade-Wielding Legend

"As for the naval attack on the main island of Japan..."

Chen Qianhu pointed to the sea region representing Japan, glanced at everyone, and shook his head, "Although we have not been directly affected by the evil spirits, the navy is still gathering, but the military leaders suspect that the Jianmu has other arrangements. Plus, the monsoon is currently strong, so no rash moves have been made."

Li Yan and the others listened, their faces darkening.

Sha Lifei spat, "Caught between a rock and a hard place, crafty ’Grinding Plate’! That bastard Zhao Changsheng wants to drag the elite of Great Xuan to a slow death in Goryeo!"

Wang Daoxuan stroked his beard, his eyes heavy, "Yin Yang reversal, the evil spirits forming... This formation has taken shape, it can’t be broken by ordinary means."

"It seems the journey to Korea is more perilous than expected."

Kong Shangzhao silently looked at the part of the Goryeo map marked as "evil spirits", lost in thought.

On the snowfield, the cold wind carried a bloody scent. After Chen Qianhu finished speaking, the only sound by the campfire was the crackling of burning wood.

The firelight flickered, reflecting the gravity on everyone’s faces.

Kong Shangzhao’s fingers unconsciously drew lines on the cold snow. Suddenly, he looked up, a trace of astonishment flashing in his eyes, his voice trembling:

"No... we may have all guessed in the wrong direction."

All eyes instantly focused on him.

"Over in Japan, we overturned the sky in the Capital City, Hundred Ghosts Night Parade, the Yin Yang Hall is severely weakened. Tsushima Island is merely a platform to transport Ghost Soldiers to Goryeo, destroy it and it’s over."

Kong Shangzhao spoke faster, very calm, "Does the Jianmu Organization, and that Zhao Changsheng, really care about Japan?"

"Or rather, does Japan’s fate even matter!"

He looked around at everyone, his gaze finally landing on Li Yan’s face, "If they don’t care about Japan’s gains or losses, even seeing it as a discardable piece, then their real backhand won’t just be entangled in that ’Grinding Plate’ in Goryeo!"

The firelight flickered in his eyes, reflecting deep anxiety, "The Goryeo battlefield, whether our army is held up, or... suffers heavy losses, is just part of their plan."

"A giant lure, or... a distraction. What they ultimately want is the Divine State itself!"

"As long as Great Xuan’s elite are pinned down in Korea and unable to move, even if their Primordial Energy is damaged, then the tumor buried deep in the Divine State will seize the opportunity to strike!"

"That is Zhao Changsheng’s true fatal move!"

Upon hearing this, the temperature next to the campfire seemed to drop ten degrees.

Sha Lifei took a sharp breath, instinctively gripping his empty firearms. Wang Daoxuan’s fingers froze on his beard, his face turning pale.

Even the always frail Night Crying Man turned an ashen face.

Li Yan’s pupils contracted sharply, the hand holding the Duan Chen Blade’s hilt, knuckles slightly whitening.

He recalled the Luoyang Paperman Case, the Tiger Demon of Tianjin, the Nine Tripods Plan of Shu Zhong Royal Mansion... The bloody storms the Jianmu Organization stirred in the Divine Land, each incident brutally sinister, directly targeting the foundation of Great Xuan.

They thought this was a long voyage, to Directly Attack the Dragon.

But who could be sure this wasn’t a trap meticulously set by the opponent?

A chill seized every heart instantly.

"Lure the snake out of the hole... Move the tiger away from the mountain..."

Chen Qianhu’s face was as white as paper, cold sweat beading on his forehead, his voice altered, "Damn it! If it’s really so... this... this..."

He suddenly stood up, his action so big it made the campfire flicker, "Someone! Hai Dongqing! The highest level! Immediately send a message to Xuan Sacrificial Officer Pei Chief, Ministry of War, Cabinet! Urgent! Urgent!"

"Just say... just say Jianmu might have a backup plan, aimed at the Divine State!"

"The Goryeo situation must be cautious, strictly prevent changes in the homeland! Quick!"

The Personal Soldier scrambled to deliver the orders.

Still uneasy, Chen Qianhu urgently commanded his subordinates to use the military’s special Communication Talismans to warn the nearest border town.

Li Yan remained silent, taking out paper and pen from his bag, and swiftly wrote a few letters by the light of the campfire.

One for Xuan Sacrificial Officer Pei Zongti, one for an old acquaintance at Qiankun Academy, and one for a familiar Captain of Xuan Yi Guards in Tianjin.

The content was concise, simply highlighting Kong Shangzhao’s suspicions, reminding them to be vigilant and watch for abnormal movements in the Divine State.

He handed the letters to Chen Qianhu, who sent them out with the military courier.

Not letting down their guard, they hadn’t forgotten how many bloody storms the Jianmu Organization had incited along the way in the Divine Land.

Many dark pegs had been pulled out, but how many were left, no one knew.

After all, this was a mysterious organization that spanned the history of the Divine State.

The interrogation of prisoners was conducted in another windproof snow nest.

The military’s methods were highly effective against these timid Rashan and Japanese Samurai.

Soon, the confessions were compiled.

Those burly, bushy-bearded Rashan came from a large communist’s territory in the eastern part of Raksha.

They were not regular troops, more like the communist’s private soldiers. The scar-faced officer leading them, Bavier, under the threat of torture, confessed sporadically: They were ordered by the duke, trekking a long distance to ambush here.

And the reason the communist gave this order was due to the prophecy and bewitchment of a high-status "Great Shaman" by his side.

That shaman wasn’t a Rashan, Bavier’s vague description suggested he seemed to come from the more eastern grassland, his attire and the magic artifact he used all carried a strong grassland aura.

"Grassland people?"

Kong Shangzhao frowned tightly, "The vestiges of Yuan Meng? Or... has Jianmu’s influence already extended into the Raksha court?"

On the other side, the Japanese captives confessed more directly.

They were not from the main island of Japan; they were directly ordered by the high-ranking officials on Tsushima Island.

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