Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 589 The man Princess Yu Ruo admires should naturally possess this kind of charm.
Today's battle has bought Zhang Yuan enough time to carry out his mission in the eastern border.

From this day forward, who will dare to make a move in the Eastern Territory?
From this day forward, who in the five kingdoms and three regions of the world would dare to act rashly?
In fact, after the Zhen Tian Si's spies gathered the three Grandmasters together in the Broken Soul Gorge and lured him into the trap, Zhang Yuan had already decided to kill these three Grandmasters in the Broken Soul Gorge.

Is there any better place than Broken Soul Gorge?
The soul is isolated, and outsiders cannot investigate it; the Great Dao is disordered, and everything depends on individual methods.

In such a place, Zhang Yuan can truly unleash his full potential.

The attack was fatal, and the shockwave was so powerful that the three grandmasters were caught off guard and unable to unleash their full potential.

In this round, Zhang Yuan made the right bet.

Looking back at Gu Qingzhou and the others following behind the vehicle, Zhang Yuan's gaze fell on the blood-red cliff.

"Send a message to Marquis Changning, instructing the Martial Guard to arrange for elites from the Zhen Tian Division to undergo trials in the Broken Soul Gorge in batches."

"Also, ask Yu Yuan Trading Company if they are interested in doing business with the Blood Jade Marrow in Broken Soul Gorge."

There was a voice responding from behind the carriage, and then it quietly departed.

The influence of blood jade marrow on the power of the soul, if used well, is a rare treasure.

In the cultivation world, this item also has many uses.

Zhang Yuan wanted to send the elites of the Zhen Tian Division to train, because the power of the Great Dao that had been scattered during today's battle had accumulated and transformed into endless illusory shadows in the Broken Soul Gorge.

The elites of the Zhen Tian Division who enter this place will fall into an illusion and have to fight against the powerful beings within it.

The remnant souls of three grandmasters serve as opponents for honing one's skills; such opportunities cannot be found elsewhere.

As for Yu Yuan Trading Company, Zhang Yuan did not use the Spring Mountain Map to send a message, but instead had the Zhen Tian Division's secret guards deliver the message, thus bringing the matter to the forefront.

It's likely that there are quite a few people in the capital who would be willing to participate in this business.

"Let Cao Jiada lead the private armies of the powerful families and wipe out all thirty-eight strongholds."

"I need to see their pledge of allegiance."

"Also, Yin Jiuyou, send the jade pendant that records the battle scenes in Broken Soul Gorge to the Eastern Frontier Camp."

"The Duke of Ningguo and his ilk probably don't have much confidence in me, hehe..."

Inside the carriage, Zhang Yuan whispered softly.

He doesn't need anyone to respond.

His words are the result, and someone will inevitably carry them out.

……

The setting sun outside the Broken Soul Gorge cast its last rays upon the wooden cart shaft, and the hanging dragon-patterned bronze bells shattered the solidified twilight.

As the three hundred armored cavalrymen emerged one after another, stepping on blood-red crystal fragments, the pupils of the spies from all sides lurking in the crevices of the rocks contracted simultaneously.

Deep in the pine forest on the northern slope, the celestial mirror in the hand of a Wei spy fell to the ground with a "thud," and the wolf-head jade pendant split in two between his knuckles.

"Third, the three Grandmasters failed to capture Marquis Qingyang, then, then..." He swallowed blood, his Adam's apple bobbing as he staggered backward, crushing pine needles on the ground. "Quickly send a message to the Zhendong Army, the Eastern Territory, something terrible is about to happen in the Eastern Territory!"

As the wooden cart rolled over the boundary marker of Duanhun Gorge, at the teahouse on the official road, an old woman carrying a bamboo basket trembled as she lit three sticks of incense. Her gray hair was tinged pale yellow by the smell of gunpowder.

She tremblingly placed the amulet into the swaddling clothes of the crying baby: "The Marquis has returned safely, thank goodness, thank goodness..."

Before the words were finished, firecrackers suddenly exploded in the distant village, the crisp sound startling birds into flight mixed with the shouts of men: "Marquis Qingyang has beheaded Lei Wanjiao! I saw his broken sword dragging behind the Marquis's carriage!"

"Haha, the bandits of the Thirty-Eight Strongholds have been defeated by the Marquis, defeated—"

Amidst the crackling of firecrackers, the galloping warhorses, protecting the wooden carriage, slowly departed, disappearing into the last rays of the setting sun.

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On the banks of the Jiuchuan River.

Lu Changwu stroked the jade pendant with the dragon pattern in his palm, his fingertips caressing the sword marks remaining on the jade surface.

As the communication jade talisman from the Broken Soul Gorge landed in his palm, the eldest son of the Lu family suddenly chuckled: "Is Uncle Zhao trustworthy now?"

He looked at the old man beside him, whose expression was changing: "Your Excellency's whirlwind has blown away more than just the rotten wood of the Zhou family."

The old man in hemp robes snapped his sandalwood cane with a "crack," and the Zhao clan elder, his back hunched, looked grave: "The Zhou family's twenty-six properties vanished in half a day, and the Marquis of Qingyang emerged from the Broken Soul Gorge unscathed..."

His cloudy eyes reflected the river in front of him. He grabbed the young man's clothes behind him and roared, "Quickly send a message to the patriarch to sink those twelve boxes of Eastern Wei crossbows in the ancestral hall into the river. From today onwards, my Zhao family will follow the lead of Marquis Qingyang."

These words made Lu Changwu's smile widen. In Donghan County, the Lu family was the first to make a choice.

Ahead, a yamen runner dressed in black robes, carrying a fire-and-water stick, came running quickly.

"Young Master Lu, my magistrate Cao invites you."

Hearing what the constable said, Lu Changwu smiled and cupped his hands in greeting: "Thank you for your trouble, Constable Gao. Please."

Cao Jiada, this Magistrate Cao can no longer be a magistrate.

The Marquis of Qingyang highly valued him, and if he said he wasn't a county magistrate, then he wasn't a county magistrate.

Not far away, Cao Jiada, dressed in a green official robe, looked up with a smile on his face: "Young Master Lu, the Marquis has ordered that the thirty-eight strongholds be pacified. This matter is difficult for me..."

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Donghan County, the county seat.

As dusk settled over the eaves of the prefectural governor's mansion, Liu Peiyuan, the acting prefectural governor, stood in the back hall, his undergarment soaked with cold sweat beneath his official robes.

His face was deathly pale as he stared at the scroll in his hand, then suddenly ripped it in two with a "rip": "Zhao Defang also said that the Heavenly Killer of the Eastern Territory is impenetrable..."

The moment the gilded paperweight smashed the crane-beak incense burner, he suddenly grabbed his bodyguard by the collar and growled, "Go to the dungeon! Clean up those three survivors from Listening Rain Pavilion!"

What if the Broken Soul Gorge was a dead end, and Marquis Qingyang was destined to be unable to leave? But what was the outcome?
Marquis Qingyang emerged unharmed from the Broken Soul Gorge and headed towards the prefectural government.

Zhao Defang said he would never let the Marquis of Qingyang set foot in the county town, but what could he do to stop him?

After pacing around in place for a while, Liu Peiyuan seemed to have made up his mind. He turned around, sat back down at the long table, and picked up his brush.

Outside the study, two figures exchanged a glance and quietly retreated into the shadows.

……

The Eastern Frontier Camp of the Great Qin Dynasty.

In the military tent.

Duke Ningguo, Han Qi, had a solemn expression, holding the jade pendant in his hand, his face showing a series of shifting emotions.

This jade pendant was sent from the Broken Soul Gorge.

Grandmaster Yin Jiuyou personally delivered it.

After seeing the scene inside the jade pendant, Han Qi remained stunned for a long time before inviting Ji Liang, the Marquis of Xichang, and Zhou Chang, the Vice Minister of War, to come over.

"Back then, I led eight thousand elite warriors in a fierce battle for three days and nights, barely managing to repel the Wei's thirty thousand vanguard." The old general's scarred hands stroked the bronze seal on the table before him, his face full of emotion. "Yet, three hundred cavalrymen from the Zhen Tian Division dared to charge into a formation of ten thousand!"

Most importantly, those three hundred cavalrymen slaughtered over ten thousand bandits.

Moreover, Marquis Qingyang did not make a move at all.

The power of the divine soul caused the scene within the jade pendant to be projected onto a light screen. After the warhorses galloped, the scene of Zhang Yuan shattering the altar and killing Lü Tiangang with a single punch appeared.

Marquis Xichang, Ji Liang, leaned against a large wooden pillar, two Dragon Blood Pills fluttering between his fingers like butterflies: "Yuwen Jue's blood stained Yuncang City; I should have known—"

"The true combat strength of Marquis Qingyang is actually so terrifying."

He shook his head and smiled slightly: "The person Princess Yu Ruo admires should naturally have this kind of demeanor."

"On Qingtian Continent, he killed far more ruthlessly than he did in the Eastern Territory."

One man slays three grandmasters.

After seeing the scene inside the jade pendant three times, Ji Liang had no choice but to believe it.

He actually knew Zhang Yuan's combat strength long ago, but he never expected that Zhang Yuan would still be so powerful after returning to Yongtian Continent.

The Duke of Ningguo nodded, opened his mouth as if to say something, but ultimately remained silent.

Head of the Military Defense Division.

He took control of the world's number one martial arts trend.

It turns out that Marquis Qingyang truly secured his position through his own abilities.

(End of this chapter)