Chapter 377: Logical and Illogical Decisions (2/2)
”Copy that. What about Yu Shun and his goons? Want me to take them out?”
[Leave them be. Let them sow discord among themselves.]
”Okay, I'll leave them alone.”
[Good. By the way, have you received the package?]
Not only did Lu Fengxian and Mike had been exchanging information, but the former also constantly delivered supplies, cultivation resources, and elixir water to Mike in secret as a reward for his hard work.
And among the recent supply, Lu Fengxian sent him something new.
”I've got the package. Boss, how did you get your hands on those rifles?”
[You have to thank Mao Miaomiao for that. He has many weird friends and supporting dao gods.]
”I see. Please give him my regards. I like it a lot!”
[Ah, lastly, Mao Miaomiao has an ally to the north. Don't provoke those weird golems. If Yuan Shaoqing wants you to attack the north, ignore that order and provoke them to attack Xuan City instead of ours. That's all for now.]
”Copy. Over and out.”
Mike ended the call, after which he sorted the collected corpses in his shadow.
As if Mike's shadow became boiling crude oil, bubbles of black liquid burst and emit the putrid smell of burnt corpses.
The bubbles lasted only a few seconds. The shadow returned to normal as it completed burying the white bone powder underground.
Just like that, Mike got rid of the dead bodies that he had been collecting after he had murdered his victims.
Once his job was done, he gazed toward the west, where he had sensed a group of water element users by the edge of the western district.
He snickered.
'Those children must have been working hard. Well, don't get caught. I can't help you if you fuck this up.'
Mike turned away from the place where he had sensed Ku'er, Chang'e, and the mermaids. He slowly sank into his shadow, leaving Yuan Shaoqing's volunteer camp, shadow-teleporting back to the main camp of elites.
After all, he was one of the nascent soul cultivators. He was obliged to stay with the big boys to bootlick Yuan Shaoqing and his goons.
…
= Yuan Shaoqing Main Camp =
Unlike the disorganized camps of ragtag volunteer forces, Yuan Shaoqing, elite clans, and top sects sorted their camp placements and defensive arrays.
The main encampment turned into multiple layers of fortresses, separating each section and district and making it easier to organize.
Secondly, the majority of 7th-stage cultivators and stronger people gathered here.
The two top 8th-stage experts of Yuan Shaoqing's forces, Wen Chou and Yan Liang, always followed their lord everywhere. Both of them took turns, using their domain power and Qi sense to scan everyone 24/7. Even the birds and crawling ants were no exception.
Currently, Yuan Shaoqing had been meditating inside his tent while his two bodyguards stood next to him, doing their job.
However, the lord recalled several internal issues that hadn't been resolved yet.
”Yan Liang,” Yuan Shaoqing opened his eyes.
”Yes, my lord?”
”Is Ling Tianlong dead yet?”
The promising cultivator from the Yan Clan bit his lips and avoided eye contact, getting nervous because he hadn't completed the task yet.
”I've dispatched a 7th-stage vagabond to assassinate Ling Tianlong. I haven't heard of the vagabond ever since.”
Yan Liang thought of the elderly man, who was also the guest elder of Mount Hua Sect. He went by the name ”Wang Yun”.
Wang Yun had taken Yan Liang's order to assassinate or cripple Ling Tianlong. However, there was no result after a week of waiting.
”What about his life brand? Have you branded him?”
”He refused to brand himself with our clan's seal.”
”Force him to brand with our clan's seal when he returns. Also, send more assassins at once and get this over with,” Yuan Shaoqing clicked his tongue and stared at Yan Liang's face, wanting to scold his incompetent subordinate.
Yan Liang was aware of his lord's temperament. He only sighed and gave his advice to avoid getting scolded, ”Instead of sending assassins after him, why don't you order the Mount Hua Sect to lead the troops and assault Siren City first? Assign Ling Tianlong to command the vanguard unit and borrow our enemy's power to kill them in our stead. Then, Ling Cao and his sect can't blame us when that brat is dead.”
Yuan Shaoqing widened his eyes, finding the suggestion ingenious.
They could kill three birds with one stone!
By sending the Mount Hua Sect's men, they could probe Siren City's current strength. They could also sabotage Mount Hua Sect's forces and kill Ling Tianlong in the battle at the same time!
”I feel stupid now, Yan Liang. I guess that's the reason why you won the quota in the last Holy Land Tournament.”
”I was just lucky. That's all.”
”You're humble as well. Okay, it's decided! I'll order the troops to attack Siren City tomorrow! Ling Cao and Ling Tianlong shall be the vanguards!”
…
While Yuan Shaoqing had been talking to his bodyguard, the patriarchs of various top clans, whose subordinates had been resting in the volunteer camp, started picking up distress signals from their tokens and jade-slips.
Several life brands of their subordinates sent feedback to their respective master tokens, transferring their experience during their last minute before they died to their master.
One of the wrinkle old men, who had been meditating and absorbing faint Life Essence in the air alone in his tent, snapped open his eyes. He picked up his seal token and injected his Qi, reading the memory of the dead subordinate.
The memory was fuzzy, but it was important. From the memory, the dead man had been slacking and drinking with his friends.
But then, the vision of the dead man blurred as if someone had drowned him in a river. Within a few seconds, the subordinate died without revealing the face of the assassin.
”WATER ELEMENT QI!”
Yet, the elder could learn what type of skill the assassin had used.
He wasn't the only one who received the alarming signals. Many clan leaders and sect elders also received feedback from the dead soldiers.
Over a dozen elders floated in the sky, glaring at the camp 10 kilometers away. Yet, they didn't head there to save their underlings right away, only glancing at each other.
Like many selfish cultivators in the camp, none of them wanted to become Yuan Shaoqing's guinea pig to test the water. They were aware of Zhao Bao's power, and they didn't want to risk their lives fighting the 8th-stage cultivator.
They allowed their subordinates to die one after another while they continued reading their last memory. After all, 4th-stage cultivators were expendable.
Most importantly, it wouldn't be fair if their men died alone. They wanted other people's servants and underlings to die as well!
'Once the 8th or 9th-stage monsters begin to move, you all are gonna die anyway. Let me borrow your hands to kill my rival clansmen and other annoying pests over there. Go ahead and keep killing, Siren City. Make my life easier after the war.'