Yue Qianfeng felt that he was not confronting the garrison commander of Zhenbei City; he lowered his eyes, the military map before him seemed like that old rival. Yet, it was someone else playing chess, standing behind this famous general of Zhenbei City—clearly a serene and composed grandmaster of the Yin Yang Family, Siming, in a blue robe.
It was as if it was a chess game and battle separated by three hundred years!
Three hundred years ago, the top scholar under the heavens.
Confucian, Taoist, Buddhist, Mo teachings, Military Yin Yang commands.
Siming, the command of the world!
Three hundred years ago, that stunning and brilliant grandmaster of the Yin Yang Family, Siming, who designed Cliff Pass, now blocked the way of the renowned general centuries later. Yue Qianfeng remained silent for a long time, then dropped the twig in his hand and punched out violently, shattering a nearby tree directly.
Yue Qianfeng gritted his teeth and sighed, "Unbreakable, indeed!"
"Damn it, with this city left by that grandmaster, even tethering a dog here could mingle up a reputation to match the world’s renowned generals!"
"This is truly a straightforward and upright formation; one can only confront it head-on."
"No wonder even the Great Khan of the Turkic and the Grandmaster of Ying Country, these two top-level generals."
"All sighed and gave up. This Heroic City, from its location to its strategic advantages, was all prepared to shatter the steel teeth of any attackers. If one wanted to take this city head-on, it might even require a casualty rate ten times higher. Three hundred thousand elite troops, Ying Country would not engage in such a deal."
Yan Xuanji remained silent and said, "It was the national strength during Emperor Wu’s era, along with Master Mo, who together spent decades completing this miracle-level defensive city. You and I are not generals who excel in sieging, naturally it’s difficult to conquer."
"Besides, such a Heroic City usually only has one possibility of internal collapse."
"If it were an old tortoise, this figure could be stretched to twelve times."
Yue Qianfeng was extremely frustrated, "This grandmaster is downright ruthless, placing such a Heroic City here in perfect union with the terrain."
"Detestable, yet admirable, still detestable."
"If he were before me, I really would want to pick up my fists and give him a beating!"
Someone by the side laughed and said, "Shouldn’t we immediately kidnap that grandmaster and have him help us build a city?"
Yue Qianfeng cursed with a laugh, then his expression turned solemn:
"Anyone wanting to move in and out must be drawn into the frontal battlefield."
"The rushing troops would face an entire line of complete military types, including the highest standard of defensive machinery from the Mo School ever, positioning all adversaries directly on the tired front."
"I heard they also set up a formation from the Yin Yang Family, Boshen, can you break it?"
The participating Military Yin Yang commander, Situ Boshen, shook his head:
"I’ve practiced Military Yin Yang for thirty years, but when I arrived here, all my means, Star Observation, Wind Observation, Rain Summoning, and the lay of the land seemed all shattered; the compass also completely malfunctioned, unable to discern directions."
"In the area a hundred miles around [Zhenbei City], all techniques of Military Yin Yang are ineffective."
"If we want to break out from here, at least twenty percent losses are expected."
Yue Qianfeng spoke calmly, "Is that so... then indeed, we can only rely on Guan Yi."
"Everyone, pick up your weapons and wait for his seal. Once we receive the intel, we will break out. And if we don’t receive his message, we can no longer afford to wait. Our fighting spirit has reached its peak, and with each passing day, a bit of it fades."
Yue Qianfeng smiled calmly.
He clenched his right fist, gently tapping it against his chest.
"I will charge at the forefront."
He announced calmly, while the other generals lowered their heads unwittingly.
With charm and valor unmatched by any Martial Artist from the Martial World, his declaration of charging at the forefront was like a flag for the warriors to follow.
Yue Qianfeng, gripping his weapon, gazed into the distant skies.
"What, the Qilin Hunting Conference, didn’t invite me?!"
Gongsun Feixue watched the greatly angered Chen Chengbi. The old man rarely stayed put here, and upon hearing that four grandmasters had arrived, he was already itching to test his skills but was dissuaded by Gongsun Wuyue.
But now, he found out about the Qilin Hunting Conference.
The Qilin Hunting Conference didn’t invite him.
Thus, the old man furiously decided to go there and demand an explanation. Though he claimed it was for an explanation, he knew this Qilin Hunting Conference was likely targeting Li Xiao. Upon realizing this, and the fact that Zhenbei City was too vast, housing countless people like muddy waters,
it seemed extremely difficult to locate a Martial Artist who intended to hide their identity.
Yet, these four old fellows said that the event was the [Qilin Hunting Conference].
Could it be that Li Guan Yi would appear there?
Then, wouldn’t I, just by going there, definitely encounter Li Guan Yi?
Chen Chengbi was immediately overjoyed, while Gongsun Feixue still argued that the old man hadn’t received an invitation and absolutely shouldn’t go, yet the impatient elder promptly used his skill to immobilize him—a prominent young figure from the Gongsun aristocratic family—frozen in place.
He couldn’t last a round in Chen Chengbi’s grasp.
The elder muttered to himself, "The old man won’t go by invitation."
"I’ll go regardless!"
"just sleep here peacefully!"
Chen Chengbi carried the young lady and threw her directly into the room, locking the door. He laughed heartily, feeling his plan was incredibly smart, brimming with pride, and he left by air, heading directly to the City Lord Mansion under the cover of night.