Wudang and Ning Changge would hang high above the Nine Provinces, becoming a unique, special existence, surpassing the dynasties themselves!
Even the First Emperor couldn’t help but shudder, a flicker of dread in his eyes. “Urk… Temujin has gathered the Imperial Dao’s Qi for a long time, and he has the imperial guard and the dynasty’s fortune protecting him… The Little Immortal… he can’t possibly kill him… right…?”
For some reason, his usual self-confidence wavered for the first time.
The atmosphere within the palace was incredibly stifling. Palace maids and eunuchs walked on eggshells, terrified of causing trouble. Everyone knew that the Son of Heaven was suppressing a volcano of rage, and perhaps even…
Zhu Houzhao stared intently at the map of his territories, his expression terrifyingly dark.
“USELESS! TRASH! ALL OF THEM!!” His voice a low, dangerous growl. “What Heavenly Wolf Army?! Steppe wolves?! Just a pile of garbage! A grand army of a million… wiped out by one man! Hah! What a joke!”
His mind was a raging sea as he cursed inwardly.
Though the words weren’t spoken aloud, the subtle twitching of his facial muscles betrayed the tempest within. The imperial study felt like it was under immense pressure, right before a violent storm, making it hard to even breathe.
The Head Eunuch kept his head bowed low, not daring to raise it.
The Emperor… was scared. Shiver.
As a trusted confidant, he knew about the Ming Emperor’s schemes against Wudang over the past months.
In the last year alone, dozens of secret letters had flown back and forth with the Mongol Yuan, involving various exchanges of benefits. He had even personally escorted Mongol envoys to meet the Ming Emperor. He knew the Emperor had invested heavily in plotting for Wudang’s immortal methods.
But he never expected this outcome.
The Mongol Yuan’s million-strong Heavenly Wolf Army… slaughtered.
And all by one person. That Little Immortal had displayed earth-shattering power, stunning everyone.
Even though he had relied on Wudang’s sword formation foundation, it still left innumerable people absolutely horrified.
“Y-Your Majesty…” The Head Eunuch began, voice trembling like a leaf. “Th-the Little Immortal, Ning Changge… although he destroyed the million Heavenly Wolf soldiers… he did rely heavily on the power of the Circumventing Stars Formation Sword Array.
According to the Brocade Guard’s intelligence… b-both the Star Sword Qis and the Pagoda Sword Qis originated from the formation… Alone, the Little Immortal… p-probably doesn’t possess such immense power…” The Head Eunuch tried his best to soothe the Emperor, his voice barely above a whisper.
Zhu Houzhao spun around, his face so dark it looked like ink might drip from it. “Hmph! Do you think… a figure like Ning Changge looks like an idiot?! If he wasn’t confident, why would he go to the Mongol Yuan imperial capital alone?!”
The Head Eunuch immediately kowtowed hard. Thud!
“This slave wouldn’t dare! N-No!”
“It’s just… this slave thought… perhaps we shouldn’t view him as too terrifying? Our Great Ming is powerful and prosperous, how can the Mongol Yuan compare? Armies like the Heavenly Wolf… our Great Ming has plenty!”
“Besides… this time… we… we didn’t directly attack Wudang…” he added cautiously.
Zhu Houzhao snorted coldly. “Do I need you to teach me?!”
However, his tone relaxed slightly.
His expression shifted from stormy to grave as he considered carefully. Honestly, when he first got the news, he’d been stunned for a long time, even feeling a sliver of terror. Annihilating a million soldiers… and he himself had been making sneaky moves against such a character?
If Ning Changge decided to pursue the matter, there would definitely be friction.
But he was, after all, the Emperor of the Great Ming, ruling over vast lands, surrounded by capable officials and fierce generals, protected by elite armies. There was no reason to fear a mere Jianghu martial artist.
“Hmph! No matter how terrifying the Immortal Dao is, even if he can fight a million alone, I refuse to believe he can come to my imperial capital and kill me!” Zhu Houzhao sneered.
The incredibly dense Imperial Dragon Qi surrounding him significantly restored his confidence.
“Pass down the orders! Mobilize the Golden Dragon Army and the Fire Phoenix Army into the capital! Strengthen the Imperial Guards’ defenses! Recall all the Land Immortals serving the Imperial Court!”
“Keep a very close eye on the Mongol Yuan capital! Report any intelligence immediately!”
The Head Eunuch bowed respectfully. “This servant obeys!”
He then asked carefully, “Your Majesty… with Ning Changge going to the Mongol capital, Wudang will be vulnerable… Should we…?”
Zhu Houzhao pondered for a moment, then said coldly, “Ning Changge wouldn’t overlook that. He’s likely left traps, waiting for someone foolish enough to try. Just wait quietly. See how things unfold in the Mongol capital, then we’ll decide our next move.”
A complex flicker appeared in his eyes.
He never imagined he’d one day be forced into such a corner by a Jianghu martial artist. Though he verbally dismissed the threat, if he truly didn’t care, why would he mobilize his ace armies into the capital?
He knew his alliance with the Mongol Yuan wasn’t a perfect secret.
If the Mongol Yuan truly suffered disaster, the Great Ming probably wouldn’t fare much better. At this moment, a faint trace of regret crept into Zhu Houzhao’s heart.
But there was no turning back now.
He could only hope Temujin could hold out. Then the outcome wouldn’t be too bad.
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The air was thick with tension, as if a colossal storm was brewing within.
Everyone knew: the sky had fallen!
Faces displayed a chaotic mix of grief, rage, fear, shock, and frenzy. From the highest nobles to the common folk, everyone felt it.
There was a saying in the Nine Provinces:
The people of the Mongol Yuan, even the most common peasant, carried the blood of savage wolves in their veins. This saying was true.