My father is a Confucian sage, but the system forces me to be a crude warrior

Chapter 445 The heavy snow finally stopped, and Fengqi Road returned to its source.
When the edict of accession of the little fat prince was sent to Fengqi Road.

Lou Yingqi was the most bewildered person.

He read the imperial edict in his hand, word by word.

Under the lamplight, Lou Yingqi felt a chill run down his spine.

"Master Xu..."

"Your Majesty... no, the late Emperor..."

"Lord Zeng, the acting minister..."

He kept repeating the words he was saying while looking at the paper in his hand.

After a long while, Lou Yingqi put down the paper in his hand.

His eyes were filled with solemnity.

"My lord, how should this matter be decided?"

Sitting next to Lou Yingqi was an elderly man nearing fifty, whose face was filled with respect.

He is Wu Panying, the current prefect of Liangjiang County, and is a true member of the Zeng faction in Fengqi Road.

He was an official promoted by Zeng Shilin and served in Liangjiang County. He and Lou Yingqi were a perfect match.

Lou Yingqi took a deep breath.

His gaze turned solemn.

"I will never forget Lord Zeng's kindness."

"Now that Xu is rebelling, if I do not respond, how will I face my ancestors after death? How will I face the founding emperor?"

At this point, he slowly raised his head, his gaze extremely firm:
"Send more people to distribute this edict to all prefectures and then to other areas, making sure it is proclaimed to the world."

After he finished speaking, he hesitated for a long time.

Then he closed his eyes, shook his head in despair, and said:

“Send another text message, saying that everyone on Fengqi Road firmly supports Emperor Lide and vows to avenge the late emperor!”

At this point, he opened his eyes again, his gaze sharper than that of an old man, and his deep, murderous voice rang out:

"Anyone who dares to disobey on Fengqi Road shall be killed!"

Wu Panying, who was standing next to him, was taken aback.

Then he opened his mouth, and finally mustered up the courage to say:

"Lord Lou, Young Master Lou, and your wife are all in the capital."

"If this news gets out and Xu Ni finds out, they'll probably..."

"Stop trying to persuade me." Lou Yingqi opened his eyes with a murderous aura, looked at Wu Panying, and said in a cold voice:
"The matter is thus settled."

"As for Tong'er... if he knew in the afterlife, he would surely support me."

At this point, he turned and glanced out the window:
"If it weren't for the Zeng family, Tong'er would have died from that snake venom five years ago."

Pan Wuying was filled with respect. He took two steps back, straightened his clothes, and bowed deeply to Lou Yingqi.
"Lord Lou is truly a pillar of our holy dynasty, and I, Wu Ying, am utterly in awe of him!"

…………

“Heavy snow.”

The firelight illuminated a glint of shrewdness on Zeng Anmin's face. He lightly brushed the dust off his clothes and looked up at the figure in the seat in front of him:

"Senior Sister Liu, have you discovered anything?"

Two people were sitting opposite him.

One of them was Zeng Rongyu, a former disciple of the Taoist sect.

One of them was Liu Shishi, the third disciple of the Xuanzhen Division.

Liu Shishi frowned slightly. She crossed her arms and sat with her legs crossed on the chair. After a moment of contemplation, she slowly spoke:

“These days I’ve been flying back and forth between Zhoushan to check things out.”

"The snow conditions are most severe on Yutou Mountain and Pingyun Mountain."

"To the north lies the territory of the Holy Dynasty, where there are not many dangers."

"And further south lies the depths of the southern mountains, where the snowfall decreases the further south you go."

“Shengyu Mountain, Wang Mountain, Baiqi Mountain…” she said several key points of the southern mountain range in a row.

“These places are almost identical to the snow conditions in Yutou and Pingyun Mountains.”

“But further afield, there’s almost no snow…” He hesitated for a moment, then looked at Zeng Anmin and said:
"I dare not go any further to investigate alone."

“Hmm…” After listening, Zeng Anmin casually tidied up the documents on the table, and then turned his gaze to Zeng Rongyu sitting opposite him.

"Cousin."

He began by asking, "Does the Taoist sect have any methods to change the weather?"

Zeng Rongyu frowned for a moment, then slowly shook her head: "Yes, it does, but it will never last this long."

"Taoism focuses more on techniques, and once a technique is established, even if you have extraordinary talent, it is difficult to maintain that technique for so long."

Yes.

This heavy snow lasted for two months... It's no exaggeration to say that if it weren't for Xu Mingxin's snow melting array, the entire Yutou Mountain would be a snowfield by now.

The main force had already withdrawn.

Zeng Anmin then fixed his gaze on Liu Shishi.

Liu Shishi understood and said seriously, "If the formation has the help of spirit stones, it can indeed last for a long time."

"But our Mystic Array Division doesn't have any weather-changing formations..."

Her voice was extremely firm.

have to.

Zeng An fell into deep thought.

After a long while, he slowly raised his head, his mind stirring slightly.

A transparent soul figure appeared in the air.

"This humble Taoist has met with young friend Zeng."

"Oh? The little girl from the Xuanzhen Division is here too? She's also met the juniors from the Sword Sect."

The voice of Guanglingzi, the sect leader of the Fu Sect, rang out.

He stretched lazily in the air before turning his gaze to Zeng Anmin: "I wonder what brings young friend Zeng to summon this old Taoist priest this time?"

Zeng Anmin said in a deep voice, "Let me ask you, when the Daoist sect split into three, did the Qi Sect have any unique methods to change the weather? Did it have any methods to make it snow for two consecutive months?"

This old man is his only hope now.

If we can get some useful information from him, then this heavy snow will finally stop.

If not, then we can only gather some people and head to the heart of the southern mountains to search for Shen Nian.

But doing that would take too much time.

The old Taoist priest from Guangling was slightly taken aback.

Then he glanced out the window.

Sure enough, the heavy snow was still falling.

There was a lot of snow, but it seemed as if some warm energy was accelerating the melting of the snow.

"So this is it."

Guanglingzi nodded absentmindedly, then looked at Zeng Anmin and said, "Changing the clouds and bringing snow can bring a heavy snowfall, but for two consecutive months... that's impossible."

"Moreover, this method consumes a great deal of magical power."

"I clearly sensed this heavy snowfall."

"Without strength of at least the second rank, it would be impossible to create such a snowfall."

At this point, his brow furrowed slightly, and he murmured softly:
"But there are many secret techniques in the ancient Taoist sects, except for changing clouds and falling snow."

"This humble Taoist priest does not know if there are any other Taoist methods."

Zeng Anmin pondered for a while.

Then he slowly raised his head and looked at the old Taoist priest from Guangling, asking:
"The formation can last for a long time, but the Taoist sect can only bring down a snowfall."

"Then let me ask you, is it possible that someone could combine this technique with an array?"

"To create this snowfall formation?"

"Impossible!" The old Taoist laughed heartily: "Taoist methods and formations, although they are all passed down within the Taoist sect, are essentially two completely opposite paths."

"No matter how strong you are, it's hard to maintain."

"unless……"

“Unless what?” Zeng Anmin suddenly looked up at the old Taoist priest.

"Unless a false force forcibly combines the two, but that would require an extremely thick source of falsehood."

Guanglingzi laughed at himself as he said this:
"The origin of the power of illusion is a rare treasure between heaven and earth. Who would be foolish enough to consume their own origin and forcibly combine the Dao with the formation to bring down this incongruous snow?"

"Moreover, the origin of the power of illusion... as far as I know, disappeared from this world after the death of the Great Demon Emperor Xuan Yu."

……

But his words made Zeng Anmin's eyes look somewhat lost.

The origin of illusion?
The False Demon Lord?
A captivating face appeared in his mind.

"The power of illusion..."

Zeng Anmin slowly raised his hand.

A jet-black light emerged from the fingertip.

Guanglingzi's laughter stopped abruptly.

He suddenly opened his eyes wide.

He stared intently at the tiny black dot between Zeng Anmin's fingers!

His very soul trembled. "This..."

If he had a physical body, he felt his throat might become hoarse.

"This is……"

"The source of illusory power, without a doubt."

Zeng Anmin took a deep breath: "I have a lot of this stuff."

"Where did this come from?!"

Guanglingzi suddenly looked up, staring at Zeng Anmin in disbelief.

"It's a long story. I obtained it by chance during the imperial examinations."

Zeng Anmin frowned and looked at him, asking:
"Are you sure this thing can combine Taoist techniques with formations?"

Guanglingzi's expression became extremely solemn, and he nodded earnestly:
"The power of illusion, though named 'illusion,' not only makes the world illusory, it can also fill the gaps in the world."

"If there is a false power that can integrate Daoist techniques into the formation, it would not be surprising!"

"it is good."

Zeng Anmin slowly withdrew the illusory power in his hand, his voice tinged with solemnity:
"Now that we know the methods the enemy is using, the next step is to find him and destroy him."

"How do I find it..."

Guanglingzi blinked: "The power of illusion originates from the same source. If one uses the power of illusion to sense the power of illusion, one should be able to sense something."

Oh?
Zeng Anmin's eyes suddenly lit up: "Are you sure?"

"of course."

“Good!” Zeng Anmin waved his hand.

He directly took Guanglingzi into his own sea of ​​consciousness.

Swish! !

His body suddenly vanished.

…………

Inside the command tent of the army that was conquering the south.

Zeng Shilin looked up at the continuous heavy snowfall.

His eyes had a hint of crimson.

"Could it be... that we really have to retreat to Qinghai City?"

"Father!!" Zeng Anmin's voice suddenly appeared.

Ok?
Zeng Shilin looked up and gazed at Zeng Anmin, who had suddenly appeared there.

After two days of rest.

Zeng Anmin's physical strength has almost fully recovered.

Although he still couldn't use his spatial powers, his martial arts aura had recovered, and he could definitely use his flight ability.

"Any clues?"

Zeng Shilin narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the barely concealed smile on Zeng Anmin's face.

"I've got it, but you and Dean Shi will need to come with me."

Zeng Anmin felt that he couldn't do it all by himself.

We must send out the father of a second-rank quasi-saint and Dean Shi.

Ideally, Liu Shishi should be brought along as well.

And myself.

With so many people working together to cause trouble for the Second-Rank Illusory Demon Lord and Shen Nian, there shouldn't be any problems; it will be much safer.

So after Zeng Anmin finished explaining his thoughts...

Zeng Shilin suddenly looked up and stared at Zeng Anmin:
"Walk!!"

"I want to see what kind of magic this illusory demon lord and that traitor of the Xuanzhen Division possess that has managed to stop my army here!"

…………

Wanyao Mountain Range.

It is a series of mountains rising one after another.

In the southern part of the Ten Thousand Demon Mountains.

There are more than a dozen mountains of varying sizes, blocked to the south by a huge river.

This river is called the Han River.

These dozen or so mountains thus came to be known as the "Southern Mountains".

It can be said that the southern mountains are actually the gateway to the Wanyao Mountain Range.

If these dozen or so mountains are occupied, and the Han River blocks the way, then this gateway will be completely lost.

But now, the demon race has been in chaos since the death of the Demon King Xiangliu.

It then fell apart and each went its own way.

When Xiang Liu was alive, these second-rank demon lords did not dare to act recklessly.

But once Xiang Liu was gone, none of these second-rank demon lords would submit to the others. After several fierce battles, each demon lord led their subordinates back to their own mountain.

At the foot of Lingyun Mountain.

The Han River flows swiftly and endlessly.

The deafening sound of the tidal wave was deafening.

"Demon Lord, the formation is complete."

A figure about seven feet tall floated above the vast Han River.

His gaze was fixed on the distance.

The figure was dressed in a tracksuit, moving cleanly and efficiently.

His face looked somewhat weathered, like an old Taoist priest in his late thirties.

"Oh?"

A tingling sound rang in his ears.

The voice sounded like a soft breath or a gasp.

It gives people a feeling of instant attraction.

But the Taoist's resolve was unwavering, and he felt nothing at all from the sound.

The Taoist priest raised his eyelids, his gaze sharp:

"Enough with the nonsense. Now that the formation is complete, the illusory power I need should be given to me."

"Shen Nian, you're so heartless!"

The illusory demon lord's alluring body emerged from the void.

It's being revealed little by little.

She was barefoot, and what came into view was a pair of long, strong, and shapely thighs that made one's mouth water.

Her thighs were exposed, but the area around her groin was partially hidden by a few wisps of green leaves.

It conveniently blocked the view of that mysterious, alluring lair.

Looking further up, you see a waist so slender it could be grasped in one hand, and skin that is snow-white and smooth.

And the mountain peaks hidden by green leaves.

"Shh!"

A fragrant breeze wafts by, carrying an intoxicating aroma.

The illusory demon lord revealed a face that was so beautiful and alluring that it took countless men's breath away and drove countless women mad with envy.

Her exquisite face radiated the most beautiful smile in the world:

"The origin of the power of illusion, I will certainly give it to you."

"But not now."

Shen Jun's eyebrows shot up sharply, then he looked up, his gaze fixed sharply on the demon lord:
"How?"

"When did the Demon Lord become such a vile person who speaks such filthy language?"

"Hehehe~" The illusory demon lord laughed uncontrollably, her body swaying with her laughter:

"Young Master Shen, there's no need to provoke me like this."

"I have exhausted my power of illusion in assisting you to fuse with the Dao array, and now it is less than one-tenth of my original power."

"I will reserve the remaining power of illusion to generate new power."

"But it's not that I won't give it to you. Coincidentally, the reason I've come here today is to tell you that besides myself, there is another person in this world who also possesses the power of illusion."

"Who?"

Shen Nian looked up and stared at the illusory demon lord.

"Zeng Anmin, son of the traitor Zeng."

The Demon Lord of Illusion's smile remained unchanged as he calmly spoke.

Hear this.

Shen Nian's expression turned cold: "You know I cannot enter the territory of the Holy Dynasty."

"Don't rush." ​​The Demon Lord of Illusion spoke slowly, his smile growing even wider, his voice gentle:

"Through the perception of the power of illusion, I have discovered that Zeng Anmin has already taken up residence in Qinghai City just two days ago."

"oh?!"

Shen Nian's eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp light!
(End of this chapter)