507 The Journey Back (1/2)

No matter how bereaved Yun Yang felt, he had still caught up to the withdrawing troop that was guarding Qiu Jianhan by dawn.

Marquis Yun and Bai Yixue led the left and right flanks respectively; their strong divine senses were carefully attuned to the surrounding movements at all times. The four noble young masters and elites from the families stayed in the center, surrounding and guarding the old marshal.

They had moved extremely slowly along the entire way. Despite the fact that they had made good progress, Yun Yang had still caught up easily.

”How is the old marshal now?” Yun Yang asked softly.

Yun Yang was confident about his treasured blood. He believed that Old Marshal could only be better now, it was impossible for him to deteriorate. The question was a mere formality.

”How's the war?” Shangguan Lingxiu asked impatiently.

”The war…”

Hearing that Yun Yang had rushed back, everyone naturally gathered around him to find out about the warfare.

”The war ended. We've won.” Yun Yang said, ”Han Sanhe died, Dongxuan is already withdrawing from the field.”

”Ah…”

The short and direct reply astounded everyone.

Yun Yang's straightforward answer – the war had ended, we had won, the main marshal of the enemy had died, the enemy troop had withdrawn themselves - was incredibly flat and true, without any decorative modifiers. Yet, it was the greatest news that all the others dared not imagine.

They were dazed for a short moment, their minds blank. The group was hushed and there pin-drop silence all around.

What followed after the extreme silence was an extreme ruckus; deafening cheers erupted throughout the squad, laced with endless questions.

Yun Yang understood their emotions, so he explained meticulously with patience. After all, this was truly a godsent news for Yutang's people – one that would never be forgotten.

For the longest time, Yutang's greatest enemy and biggest threat was Dongxuan! Han Sanhe, who was crowned the top marshal of the continent and the most elite Dongxuan army who had triumphed over the entire continent was double the threat when they worked together.

Now, though, Han Sanhe was dead. The top general of the continent, Tianxuan's God of War, was actually dead…

Simply put, the strength of the Dongxuan threat had been reduced by an eighth.

How could the group not cheer in exhilaration when they heard this happy news?

In spite of this, they could hardly imagine it. Their side had obviously suffered in the previous battle or else Fu Baoguo would not have arranged for them to leave first. Granted, it was akin to tasking them with the responsibility of guarding the old marshal back safely, but everyone knew that it was due to the worsening warfare that could no longer hold out. Why had it become a victory all of a sudden, with the death of the enemy's marshal thrown into the mix as well? This was too f*cking unreal!

If this were not from Yun Yang's own mouth and that they were sure that Yun Yang would not jest about such things, they would have found it hard to believe or imagine.

”Actually, it's like this… the Nine Supremes Lords suddenly appeared and unleashed their powers onto the world. Dongxuan was intimidated by the Nine Supremes Lords' forces, how could they not have lost then?”

Once Yun Yang mentioned the words Nine Supremes, another bout of cheers split the air.

Shangguan Lingxiu's bright gaze focused on Yun Yang even more intently, a ghost of a smile flashing across her face. That was the top secret only she knew - it was enough for her to be aware of it.

”Ultimately, Dongxuan's defeat was inevitable. To retain his military talents, Han Sanhe was willing to behead himself and end the war. Dongxuan has withdrawn themselves accordingly… We've won the war! Yutang has won!”

Yun Yang narrated the entire episode in a flat tone, but everyone else looked contented as they basked in the glory.

”Thank God! Yutang's crisis has finally been resolved.”

The one who said this was Marquis Yun. He looked like he was filled with various emotions, amongst which blatant relief was the most obvious.

Yun Yang realized that the sideburns of this instant father of his were dotted with white; he wondered how long that had been the case. No matter how outstanding and charming he looked, the toll that pressure had taken on him was still very much visible.

All these years, Yutang was vexed with both internal and external struggles. It was not only the emperor who had expended his efforts and tried his best to work with royal blood; Marquis Yun who was excluded from the imperial court was also roaming the country and working hard.