Longzang

Chapter 857 Even a Boat Can Be Capsized
At the routine military meeting of Qingming, all the cultivators of Taichu Palace put aside their work and attended.

The first thing discussed was the missile malfunction. The altar wasn't far away, and the signs of the great incantation being activated were quite obvious. With scouts, divine sense probing, and divination, the cause of the malfunction was quickly determined.

Yu Zhizhuo said first, "Since the Witch Clan is willing to use a powerful spell, then let's go all out! Even the Ghost Witch needs to rest for a while after casting a powerful spell to catch its breath. We'll launch a batch of missiles every now and then. As long as their Ghost Witch can't get back, we'll launch a fierce attack and fire hundreds of missiles. We guarantee that we can blow up their altar."

Master Chuhe said, "Since the Witch Clan's great curse is aimed at guinea pigs, we might as well change our approach and make several batches of missiles. Some will be launched with guinea pigs, and some with traditional warheads. We can fire them alternately, so that sometimes there are guinea pigs and sometimes there aren't. The Witch Clan will soon be caught off guard. Once they are overwhelmed and somewhat complacent, we can launch a major attack and surely destroy their altar!"

Xiao Yu listened from the side, intending to speak, but the two seniors spoke first. He racked his brains, intending to contribute his own wisdom, but his mind seemed to suddenly freeze, and he couldn't think of anything. He was so anxious that he couldn't sit still, yet he was helpless.

At this moment, Feng Tingyu suddenly said, "Isn't the most precious thing of the Witch Clan the power of sacrifice? The altar is just a tool for using that power. As long as we consume their power of sacrifice, it doesn't matter whether the altar is destroyed or not. Why don't we launch several large waves in succession? We don't put guinea pigs or bullets inside, it's just an empty shell."

The witch tribe would never dare let the missiles land on the altar; they would desperately intercept them. By the time they realized they had only blocked the empty shell, it would be too late. In this way, we would be exchanging iron and gunpowder for their sacrificial power—a perfect trade.

"This is great!" Wei Yuan's eyes lit up.

Everyone was amazed, never expecting that a disciple of the Mingwang Palace could one day display the qualities of a strategist!
The hidden Mingwang Palace Master grinned from ear to ear, releasing dozens of recording stones to capture this historic moment from multiple perspectives.

The military council adjourned, and the cultivators dispersed. Xiaoyu deliberately walked slower, falling behind Feng Tingyu. Shaoyang Xingjun appeared beside Xiaoyu, staring at Feng Tingyu's swaying hips.

Xiaoyu coughed lightly and said, "There are elders hiding in the shadows, so you... should be careful."

Shaoyang Xingjun snorted and said coldly, "What's in your head? I just want to see what you've lost to."

Xiao Yu's face immediately stiffened. At this moment, Feng Tingyu heard the voice behind him, turned around and saw Xiao Yu, so he stopped and waited for him to leave the military city together.

Out of courtesy to fellow disciples, Xiaoyu tried to find a topic to talk about, saying, "I was also racking my brains during the meeting just now, but for some reason, I suddenly couldn't think of anything, like I was stuck. Maybe it was because the matter was important and I was too nervous."

Xiaoyu was just making a self-deprecating joke when Feng Tingyu said, "Is it possible that it's not that you're stuck, but that you're genuinely stupid?"

"Huh??" Xiaoyu was stunned and couldn't reply. A lump rose in her throat, threatening to burst.

Feng Tingyu said earnestly, "If you're not good at it, practice more. As long as you work hard enough, anyone can handle 1,024 tasks at the same time. You can definitely do it!"

The two had already left the military city. Feng Tingyu patted Xiaoyu's shoulder forcefully to encourage her, and then flew away on his own, leaving Xiaoyu bewildered in the wind.

The Lesser Yang Star Lord reappeared and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"I'm wondering if I offended her at some point."

Shaoyang Xingjun said, "You're overthinking it. She just speaks without thinking."

“That’s true, all the disciples of the Mingwang Palace are like that.” Xiaoyu seemed to have found a way to comfort herself.

But her good mood was quickly shattered by Shaoyang Xingjun: "They don't lie when they don't think things through."

Xiaoyu flew into a rage: "Are you saying I'm stupid?!"

Shaoyang Xingjun said, "She is the one who said you are stupid, but we are both equally stupid, I am just slightly better."

For the first time in his life, Xiao Yu had the idea of ​​changing his Dharma form, but he knew it was completely impractical. He said coldly, "What are you trying to say?"

"Shame will inspire us to work harder. There's no reason for us to be inferior to others, especially not just on one side."

Xiaoyu slowly opened her mouth wide, never expecting to find herself back here again.

Wei Yuan acted swiftly; the meeting that had just ended that afternoon was completed by the early morning of the next day, and hundreds of air-launched missiles were already modified. In the blink of an eye, dozens of missiles soared into the sky, bombarding the altar of the Witch Clan camp. Moments later, dozens more missiles took off, soaring over the millions of warriors engaged in a life-or-death battle below, heading straight for the altar.

Within a short time, four waves of missiles flew towards the Wu tribe, randomly distributed with and without rats, but all were real missiles. Then, flames shot into the sky as over six hundred missiles simultaneously ascended, heading towards the Wu tribe's altar.

The sheer number and spectacle of this wave of missiles caused many of the fiercely fighting Witch Clan and Azure Nether Warriors to slow down, watching as hundreds of points of light streaked across the sky and flew toward the Witch Clan camp.

Suddenly, a sharp, urgent horn sounded from the Wu tribe's position, spreading rapidly and disappearing into the distance, even faster than a missile.

Then, the distant horizon suddenly turned a bright green, and a terrifying behemoth was taking shape in the clouds. Countless deathly gazes immediately fell from beyond the heavens, but after sweeping over the behemoth, no trace of life was found. That colossal being, thousands of feet long, was created by magic. The enormous magical being let out a deafening roar, and even hundreds of miles away, Wei Yuan could still feel a chill. Although this kind of magical being was not a living being, even Yu Jing was unwilling to provoke it during its time of existence.

The cursed creature gripped its own head with its claws, tearing its scalp open to reveal a honeycomb-like structure beneath the bloody mess. The next moment, countless insects burst from their nest, moving with lightning speed, far faster than missiles.

Each of them targeted a missile and crashed into it directly. Their several-foot-long bodies were incredibly hard, causing the missile to deflect or even break in two.

The cursed creature was in agony, seemingly suffering with each insect it flew out. Only when the last missile landed did it let out a relieved roar and disappear.

On the altar, Liu Lan breathed a huge sigh of relief. If the great curse still couldn't stop these missiles, those two idiots would force him to take action.

Being targeted by extraterrestrial monsters is an unpleasant experience. Liu Lan had gone through it once hundreds of years ago, and it took him over a hundred years to recover his cultivation. He didn't want to go through it again, so he used a forbidden spell that he rarely used. Anyway, he was working for the Heavenly Witch and had two idiots supporting him, so he could use the power of sacrifice at will.

The forbidden curse was clearly in increasing pain, and it seemed it wouldn't last much longer. Recalling its final roar, Liu Lan suddenly felt a surge of hatred, yet she didn't know who to hate. Wei Yuan, or those two idiots?

The two fools stood on the altar, not daring to move an inch.

Liu Lan shrugged, disregarding her identity, and flew directly down from the altar to inspect the landed missiles. The altar was a heavily guarded area, and there weren't many witch clan members around. In the previous rounds of attacks, some missiles had slipped through the net, killing many witch warriors.

Those two idiots didn't matter, but Liu Lan couldn't stand it. Many of the sorcerers were her own people, and many were her trusted confidants. So, before this unprecedented missile attack, Liu Lan sent them all away. Then, at the cost of consuming a large amount of the artifact spirit's life, she used a forbidden sorcery and used up 80% of the sacrificial power bestowed by the Heavenly Sorcerer.

Liu Lan picked up a missile; the warhead was empty! He picked up another, and the warhead was still empty! A bad feeling rose in Liu Lan's heart. He reached out and grabbed more than a dozen missile fragments within a thousand feet. Without exception, they were all empty!

These missiles are all just flashy, impractical junk! They even saved us the trouble of using the psychic guinea pigs!
Liu Lan felt his heart bleeding. That artifact spirit was a treasure passed down from his grandfather, and it had always been the clan's most prized possession. He had only used it twice, and each time it powerfully turned the tide of battle, thus winning the trust of the Heavenly Witch Huiye. Only then did he have the opportunity to advance to the late stage of the Imperial Realm and hover on the edge of becoming a candidate for Heavenly Witch.

"What have you discovered?" came the question from the altar.

Liu Lan flew back to the altar with a missile in her hand, gritting her teeth as she said, "We've been tricked! All of these missiles are empty!"

"Empty?" the two witches exclaimed in unison, "You wasted so much of your master's sacrificial power on these mere decorations? Are you an idiot? How could you fall for something so simple?"

Liu Lan felt a murderous aura rush to the top of her head, and her vision almost went black.

"That's the master's confidant, the master's confidant..." he repeated to himself, barely managing to suppress the crazy thought.

Suddenly, a great shaman flew over at full speed, but stopped far away and shouted, "The troops heading towards Hanyang Pass have been ambushed by the human race and have suffered heavy losses. They are retreating back to the camp!"

"Lost again?" Wu on the left was furious. "Qingming still has the strength to launch a sneak attack?"

"The raiding force did not come from Qingming, but from Hanyang Pass. The human race had Yu Jing risk his life to take action, killing the two commanders leading the army with a single sword strike. Our troops were thrown into chaos, which led to our defeat."

"Yu Jing dares to make a move in the Shattered Realm?! How could he dare!"

"That person possessed a magical treasure, which he used to block the extraterrestrial monster and successfully escape back."

The shaman on the right turned to Liu Lan: "Didn't you say that the Xu family of Hanyang Pass and Wei Yuan have a deep-seated hatred and would never send troops to help them?"

"I didn't say that! If you keep talking nonsense, even Master can't protect you!" Liu Lan couldn't hold back any longer and roared back.

"That's what it says in the report on your desk!"

"That's just speculation from the people below, and I allowed you to see it! You saw it and believed it, what can I do?!" Liu Lan was practically roaring.

In the distance, Wei Yuan gazed at the fluctuating, terrifying aura of the Witch Clan, remaining secretly vigilant. It seemed he had really messed with the Witch Clan this time; would these powerful Witch Clan members be enraged and join forces to fight him?
Looking at the azure earth beneath his feet, at the countless soldiers fighting to the death, and at the azure sea of ​​fortune amidst the smoke and fire of human life, Wei Yuan felt a surge of confidence.

Yi's mobilization in this battle earned Wei Yuan a staggering ten million units of green energy! However, with this gift came responsibility. Wei Yuan had to fulfill his promise no matter what, otherwise the combined energy of those ten million units would instantly transform into karmic resentment, enough to condemn Wei Yuan to eternal damnation.

As the saying goes, water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it.

(End of this chapter)