Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 561 The four Grandmasters will join forces to help me kill Qingyang Marquis on the battlefield.

The Great Qin Imperial City.

Qin Tianjian.

Before the icy jade steps, the Imperial Astronomical Bureau Supervisor, Yunmiao Daoist, was surrounded by shimmering light and shadow, his immortal aura merging with the light array before him.

Within the array of light, a scene of the great river outside Yuncang City appeared.

Grandmaster Yuwen Jue of Eastern Wei withstood the thunder and rode the waves forward, followed by countless Qin warriors who fearlessly swarmed forward.

Behind the ice jade steps, Emperor Yuankang stood with his hands behind his back, calmly watching everything in the light screen.

Beside her, Yu Kuizhen lowered her head slightly, looking at the scene in the light screen, her hands clenching gently.

As a martial arts master, how could he remain unmoved by such a thrilling scene?
At this moment, Zhang Hengqu, the headmaster of the Imperial Academy, Wang Anzhi, the Minister of Rites, Su Jing, the Marquis of Changning, Ying Chongxiao, the Prince of Linglan, Sun Qi, the Minister of the Grand Council, and dozens of other court officials and military officers, all stood with their hands at their sides in the main hall, their faces solemn as they stared intently at the light screen in front of them.

A scene of besieging and killing a Grandmaster is a once-in-a-century occurrence.

This scene was also an extremely valuable experience for the important officials of the Qin Dynasty.

Regardless of success or failure, it is worth investigating in depth.

"Ying Yu Ruo greets Your Majesty."

A voice rang out from outside the main hall.

Everyone turned to look at the entrance and saw Zhao Yu, dressed in a blue scholar's robe, walking slowly towards them.

Emperor Yuankang smiled and beckoned to Zhao Yu: "Yu Ruo, come here."

He pointed to the array of light ahead and said with a smile, "Back when you were at the Northern Great Wall, you explained the battles on Qingtian Continent in a very organized manner."

"Today Zhang Qingyang is going to kill Grandmaster Yuwen Jue. I think you would be interested in explaining this battle to me and my ministers."

Emperor Yuankang's words caused the eyes of all the civil and military officials, nobles, and members of the imperial family in the hall to gleam.

Given their status, most of them had seen the jade pendant from the Northern Great Wall explaining the war in Qingtianzhou.

Even if you haven't seen it, you're definitely familiar with Zhao Yu's existence.

As for Linglan King Ying Chongxiao and others, they even knew the relationship between Zhang Yuan and Zhao Yu perfectly well.

Today, everyone in this hall holds a high position and great power.

Unexpectedly, Emperor Yuankang actually sent Princess Yu Ruo to explain the war situation.

This was both an affirmation of Princess Yu Ruo's military skills and a way to let everyone know how much she meant to the emperor.

Zhao Yu turned to look at the light array, his expression changing slightly, and bowed, saying, "Yes."

To be honest, she hadn't expected that the emperor had summoned her to the Imperial Observatory to explain the battle in which Zhang Yuan led his troops to besiege and kill Yuwen Jue.

Although she had heard Zhang Yuan talk about his plans in the Spring Mountain Cave, the situation was unpredictable, and she did not know the current state of the war in the Eastern Border.

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Yu walked to the light array and searched, her gaze landing on the wooden carriage moving along the riverbank, her eyes softening.

A booming, trembling sound rang out from within the array of light.

"Form the formation!" Lei Hao, the head of the Immortal Execution Division, stood on the shattered remains of the Xuan Iron Ship and unleashed the Big Dipper Heavenly Gang Formation with his nine-section thunder whip.

The "Blood Dragon Crossbows" in the hands of the three thousand Immortal Execution Guards clicked like the flapping of a swarm of locusts, and seven hundred crossbow bolts wrapped with Shattering Thunder Patterns blocked Yuwen Jue's retreat.

"Lord Changning, is this the Blood Dragon Crossbow?" Zhao Yu asked softly. "If you don't know how lethal this crossbow is, please ask Lord Changning for an answer."

Upon hearing her words, Marquis Changning, Su Jing, smiled slightly.

He understood, of course, that Princess Yu Ruo was not unaware of the power of the Blood Dragon Crossbow, but rather that she was giving Su Jing the opportunity to speak before the emperor.

"The Blood Dragon Crossbow is made by forging the body of a Crimson Blood Dragon's sinews and bones, and the crossbow mechanism is made of Nine Domains Cold Iron. The dragon's sinews are used as the crossbow string. With the power of a single arrow, it can pierce through a cave."

“Each crossbow bolt is engraved with a spirit array, which comes from the Beast Taming Bureau. When the spirit array and spirit patterns are activated, mountains can collapse.”

Su Jing's words carried a hint of arrogance.

This Blood Dragon Crossbow is one of the most prized treasures in the Heavenly Suppression Division, and it is best suited for group battles.

The power of the Blood Dragon Crossbow drew envious glances from many in the hall.

Only the Heavenly Guardian Bureau could produce this treasure.

"You should say that each shot of this crossbow consumes a hundred immortal jades." Emperor Yuankang, sitting at the head of the table, snorted, "You don't know the cost of firewood and rice until you're in charge of the household." These words caused the civil and military officials in the hall to turn their heads away.

Marquis Changning's lips twitched, but he didn't speak.

"It's worth it to be able to stop a Grandmaster with just one volley," Zhao Yu murmured softly as he stood in front of the light array.

Within the array of light, Yu Wanjun's Panlong Halberd caused the earth's veins to rumble, and the halberd blade, empowered by the power of heaven and earth, grew ten zhang in length. Its horizontal slash carried a shrill, mournful cry.

Yuwen Jue's face was pale, and he growled, "Get out of my way—"

He burned his life essence to forcibly condense a nine-headed dragon soul, and his sword energy cleaved a vacuum chasm hundreds of feet deep into the river.

As the sword clashed with the halberd, Yu Wanjun staggered backward, his face flushed, but his expression was filled with joy.

"To gain such insights from fighting a Grandmaster is a once-in-a-millennium opportunity," Zhao Yu said again from outside the light array of the Imperial Observatory.

"If I'm not mistaken, Marquis Qingyang probably has the same idea."

As soon as she finished speaking, a booming sound came from within the light array again.

"boom!"

Yin Jiuyou appeared like a ghost from the reverse scale of the dragon soul, shooting out one soul-suppressing nail after another, which were crushed by Yuwen Jue with a raised hand.

As soon as Yin Jiuyou retreated, Yao Tong, the Thunder Envoy of the Immortal Execution Division, Xiao Lingyun, the Grand Elder of the Azure Cloud Sword Sect, and Wumian of the Shadow Division appeared one after another, launching a series of attacks on Yuwen Jue.

Yuwen Jue, exhausted and overwhelmed, could only watch helplessly as he became a whetstone for others to hone their skills.

Yuncang City is just twenty miles ahead.

But this twenty-mile stretch of land seemed like an insurmountable chasm.

Inside the main hall of the Imperial Observatory, the martial arts masters who had reached the Grandmaster level couldn't hide their envy as they watched this scene.

Such opportunities for tempering and honing could only be created by the Marquis of Qingyang, who holds the power of the Heavenly Guard.

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Clouds rise above Cangcheng.

The battlements, cast from black iron, gleamed a dark red, like blood scabs, in the twilight.

Yuwen Changkong, the Grand Commander of the Eastern Wei Border Garrison, held his green-bladed halberd upside down, the hem of his crimson-gold python robe fluttering in the river wind like a battle flag.

The aura emanating from the four grandmasters beside him caused extraordinary phenomena in the heavens and earth.

Eleventh on the Heavenly Ranking, Xiahou Zheng, a worshipper of the Eastern Wei royal family, is entwined with the shadows of nine purple-scaled demonic dragons, each scale reflecting the star patterns of the imperial city's protective array.

Yin Jiuling, an elder of the Xuan Yin Sect in Yangtianzhou, stood beneath a thousand-foot-long ice lotus in full bloom, its heart floating and emitting ghostly blue soul fire.

The one wearing a dark blue Taoist robe with dark patterns is Yu Yangzi, the guardian elder of the Qingyu Dan Sect. Three Qingyu Dan pills on the back of his head rotate like the sun and moon, and the emerald miasma formed by the poison of the pills has eroded the city wall with honeycomb-like holes.

On the other side, Tuoba Shanyue, the Prince of Zhenhai of Eastern Wei, whose figure was as imposing as a mountain, held the Cangming Treasure Mirror in his palm, reflecting the Thunder Prison twenty miles away. The cracks on the mirror's surface spread in sync with the injuries on Yuwen Jue's body.

“Yuwen Jue won’t last long.” Tuoba Shanyue’s eyes showed a solemn expression as he spoke in a deep voice.

A blood-red, malevolent aura swirled and rose around him.

“King Zhenhai, do not be hasty.” Yuwen Changkong slammed the handle of his halberd heavily against the mystical array patterns rising from the city wall, his voice like the clash of iron and stone. “The 150,000 Crimson Dragon Army in the city is ready to go, waiting to rescue Lord Changshi.”

Both Yuwen Changkong and Yuwen Jue were members of the Eastern Wei royal family. Yuwen Jue was the chief secretary of the royal family and a court official.

Tuoba Shanyue and the other three Grandmasters turned to look at the training ground in the city. 150,000 heavily armored cavalrymen lay still like black dragons, each warhorse with a gag in its mouth and cotton wrapped around its hooves.

Yuwen Changkong pointed his halberd at the riverbank, his eyes filled with killing intent: "When the Chief Secretary arrives at Yuncang City, I will personally lead the army to break through the enemy's formation."

He looked at the King of Zhenhai and the others beside him, took a deep breath, and felt his blood and qi surging like a surging tide.

"When the four Grandmasters join forces, they will help me kill Qingyang Marquis on the battlefield."

"boom--"

Ahead, lightning surged and shattered. Grandmaster Yuwen Jue roared to the sky, his blood and soul power burning as he charged toward Yun Cang City.

On the city wall of Yuncang, Yuwen Changkong slowly raised his hand and clenched it tightly.

(End of this chapter)