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Chapter 403 Bloodbath Across Three Thousand Miles and the White-Clad Sorcerer (Seeking monthly votes! Seeking follow-up subscriptions!)

Chuzhou City.

As a key military location of the Great Feng Dynasty, Chuzhou lies beyond the northern wilderness, inhabited by two powerful forces: the demon race and the barbarian race.

For a long time, these two tribes have coveted the abundant resources of Dafeng. Therefore, in recent years they have often launched joint attacks in an attempt to break through the defenses of Chuzhou, invade the Central Plains, and plunder resources.

Therefore, starting nineteen years ago, this place was guarded by the Prince of Huai, the first warrior of the Great Feng Dynasty and also the younger brother of Emperor Yuanjing, in order to deter foreign enemies and block the demon and barbarian tribes from easily invading.

However, these are merely a facade.

In fact, just like Emperor Yuanjing, Prince Huai had long been assimilated into a clone of his father, Zhen De. In recent years, he had been secretly colluding with the Wushen Sect, which belonged to the same northern forces.

If things proceed as they normally would, in about two or three years, Joan of Arc would secretly massacre the 380,000 people of Chuzhou City, and then use the secret techniques of the powerful witch clan to refine their blood essence into blood pills.

After consuming it, Joan of Arc can push the cultivation level of this Huai King clone to the Great Perfection of the Third Grade. Then, by absorbing the Flower Goddess Spirit of Huai King's Consort, Mu Nanzhi, there is a high chance that she can break through to the Second Grade.

In this way, the Prince of Huai's martial arts physique reached the second rank, and Joan of Arc cultivated a second rank Yang spirit. The clone and the main body were perfectly combined, and their strength was comparable to most first-rank beings.

As for Emperor Yuanjing?
It's just to make up the numbers, it's not important.

In short, once the Prince of Huai's clone breaks through to the second rank, Joan of Arc can immediately coordinate with the Witch God Cult to launch an invasion. With the help of this traitorous emperor, the Great Feng Dynasty is almost certain to be defeated.

When the empire was about to collapse, in order to protect the safety of the people of Dafeng, Emperor Yuanjing had no choice but to sign a treaty of defeat, making Dafeng a vassal state of the Witch God Cult and dedicating all his fortune to the Witch God. In return, Joan of Arc could completely break free from the shackles of fortune and achieve the goal of immortality.

Unfortunately, this meticulously planned scheme, spanning twenty years, ultimately proved to be nothing more than a fleeting dream.

In the original work, the Supervisor, who is the embodiment of the Heavenly Dao, had long seen through all of Joan of Arc's schemes. By nurturing Xu Qi'an, he gradually shattered Xu Qi'an's dream of immortality, ultimately leading to his death and the dissipation of his Dao.

Now, Wu Xian, an outsider, has emerged as a dark horse, killing Yuan Jing in an almost unreasonable manner.

Without the support of the Great Feng Emperor, many of Joan of Arc's previous plans could not be realized, and nearly twenty years of effort could very well be reduced to ashes.

Ironically, although Huaiqing ascended the throne, Joan of Arc was still unable to escape the shackles of fate.

Because his karmic entanglement with Da Feng is too deep, unless he severs the karmic ties with heavenly lightning like the Daoist Venerable's human avatar back then, he will still be burdened by fate, and even if he becomes a super-grade, he will still not be able to live forever.

It can be said that Joan of Arc suffered heavy losses this time, truly a case of trying to steal a chicken but losing the rice instead, losing both the throne and the army.

"Damn it! Who exactly is this Wu Xian? How does he know our secret?!"

In Chuzhou, inside the General's Mansion where the Prince of Zhenbei usually resided, the Prince of Huai, dressed in military attire, slammed his hand hard on the tea table beside him, smashing it into dust. His narrow, sharp phoenix eyes were now filled with rage and resentment.

Ten days had passed since Wu Xian killed Emperor Yuanjing. Because the court had deliberately blocked the news, the matter had not yet spread widely, and the Prince of Huai should not have known the details.

After all, in the original work, Emperor Yuanjing did not have any special reaction after the Prince of Huai was killed by Xu Qi'an. In fact, after the news of victory came from the front line, he mistakenly thought that the Prince of Huai had killed the leaders of the demon and barbarian tribes.

But what Prince Huai didn't know was that Joan of Arc, who was hiding in the dragon vein of the capital at the time, knew everything perfectly well. Not long ago, she had just arrived in Chuzhou City and was currently hiding inside Prince Huai's body. Although they hadn't completely merged, they had shared this less-than-pleasant memory. "I don't know either. Perhaps Wei Yuan found out something. With his wisdom and the intelligence capabilities of the night watchmen, it's not impossible for him to find out these things."

Joan of Arc's voice echoed in the mind of the Prince of Huai, sounding slightly weak.

When Wu Xian killed Yuan Jing, it wasn't just a simple beheading. He also used a method similar to tracing back to the source of cause and effect, and the authority from the Dragon Clan world, through the relationship between the clone and the main body, to inflict some damage.

Although her body wasn't fundamentally damaged, everything Joan of Arc now rests on her spirit, which means that if her spirit is injured, it will be difficult for it to recover quickly.

In addition, like Luo Yuheng, he also cultivated the Human Sect's techniques, which also carried the risk of being burned by karmic fire. Previously, he was suppressed by the imperial fortune, but now that he has lost the throne, his fortune is difficult to mobilize, which makes his already serious injuries even worse.

"It's time to activate that backup plan..."

Joan of Arc's voice turned icy cold in an instant.

"Using the essence and souls of the 380,000 people of Chuzhou City, I will refine Blood Pills and Soul Pills. Once you consume them, your cultivation will reach the second rank, and my injuries will recover quickly."

"At that time, if you and I were to unite as one, we would have combat power comparable to a first-rank official. With the addition of the extraordinary experts from the Witch God Sect and the Black Lotus of the Earth Sect, we might be able to kill that brat and defeat the Great Feng head-on."

There is still about a year before the plot officially begins. The "blood massacre of three thousand miles" case has not been prepared yet and is only used as a backup plan. In fact, the human trafficking of the Earl of Pingyuan is the main source of materials for refining the blood pill. It was not until after the Earl of Pingyuan died that Joan of Arc decided to risk massacring the people of Chuzhou City.

Upon hearing this, the Prince of Huai frowned slightly.

"What about Mu Nanzhi? Without the spiritual essence within her as fuel, even if I devour the Blood Pill, my chances of breaking through to the second-grade martial artist level are less than 30%."

The second-rank martial artist is called "He Dao," which is an extension and transformation of the fourth-rank "Intent." It condenses a unique Dao that belongs to oneself and is not oppressed by the Dao of others. It cannot be achieved simply by accumulating Qi and blood.

When the Prince of Huai was at the fourth rank, he comprehended the meaning of "domineering way," which was a path that suppressed all other paths. This was also a preparation for breaking through to the second rank. However, the upper limit of this path was too high, which made the breakthrough more difficult. He needed sufficient spiritual energy to assist him, and only then would the probability of success be higher.

Unfortunately, Emperor Yuanjing is now dead, and it is impossible to send Mu Nanzhi out of the capital. Even if Prince Huai wants to cultivate with Mu Nanzhi to obtain spiritual essence, it is beyond his reach.

Joan of Arc fell silent upon hearing this, pondering how to respond. She considered whether she should risk going to the capital to abduct Mu Nanzhi when she suddenly heard a low, hoarse laugh.

"Regarding the matter of spiritual essence, I might be able to lend you two a hand."

"Who goes there?!"

The Prince of Huai stood up instantly, his powerful aura as a peak third-rank martial artist spreading out. He scanned his surroundings, his expression extremely gloomy.

His martial arts intuition hadn't reacted at all, which was unbelievable. To achieve this, either the opponent's strength was far superior to his own, or there was only one possibility.

"Shielding Heavenly Secrets, a high-level sorcerer?"

The Prince of Huai muttered to himself, and a figure in white slowly appeared.

(End of this chapter)