The Great Seminary

Chapter 180 Eating Sugarcane

Fresh Velvet Island is much larger than Giant Snake Head Island, but its mountain ranges are continuous and its energy flow is disrupted, making most of the land unsuitable for cultivation.

The only truly fertile plain is found on Giant Serpent Head Island, less than one-tenth of which is actually fertile land.

The largest of these is the Ningyang Plain, located between Hanyang, the former capital of Han-ryeong, and Kaesong, the third largest city on Sunyong Island.

It was precisely because of the existence of this plain that, despite several relocations of the capital, the area around Seoul was always regarded as the capital region of Seonyong Island.

The most coveted land for the people of Xianrong Island.

But at this moment, this fertile land is stained crimson with blood.

In the Wonsan Protectorate Camp near Kaesong Prefecture.

Wearing the felt armor unique to the steppe commanders, and with a compassionate expression, was Bao Ri E Shen, a member of the Temu Changsheng family.

He held a small metal lotus platform in his hand, 'Like a Lotus Demon Path'.

He gave the order verbally:
"Ten thousand light cavalry from Baiyang Borchin will serve as the vanguard, and one hundred and fifty thousand infantry from Ji will form the central army."

Let's push forward again today.

Kim Jin-bong, the general in charge of the Cheonje army, was a short and stocky young man.

He is also the eldest son of the King of Cheonje. Although he has not yet been named Crown Prince, his future succession to the throne is almost a certainty.

More importantly, Jin Zhenfeng's aunt was Bao Ri'e Shen's mother.

Furthermore, Kim Jin-bong's mother also had the surname Bojikin, meaning that this prince of Cheonje also had the blood of the immortal ironwood flowing through his veins.

Therefore, they were not as afraid of the high-ranking officials of the Wonsan Emperor as ordinary feudal lords and nobles.

Hearing that his cousin was about to sacrifice his own people again, he roared without restraint:
"Charge again! How do we charge? The infantry charge just the way they would!"

In the end, it will inevitably be a fierce battle!
If ten people from ten pavilions were to go into battle, and you bewitched them with your sorcery, it would be a miracle if even one or two pavilions returned!
Bao Ri E Shen, the lives of my soldiers are lives too!
I am also a descendant of the Eternal Emperor, and my people are lambs in the Eternal Emperor's pasture…

Given the strict military orders of Yuanshan Kingdom, even for ordinary foreign generals, making irresponsible remarks before battle would be a serious crime, with the lightest punishment being being beaten out of the tent.

The problem is that Kim Jin-bong also carries the most sacred bloodline of Wonsan.

Throughout the entire Yuanshan Empire, no one is allowed to let his blood leave his body unless Changsheng Tiemu personally gives the order.

Therefore, everyone else in the tent, even Bao Ri'eshen's personal guards, could only pretend not to hear.

The successful creation of a mythical lineage for a monarch can greatly enhance his rule.

But everything has its advantages and disadvantages.

The extension of a monarch's bloodline can make the bloodline of his descendants and even his clansmen sacred.

How can the disputes of 'gods' be judged by mortals?

Bao Ri'e Shen understood this, so he did not get angry because of his subordinates' indifference.

Instead, he held the 'Lotus Evil Ghost Path' in his palms.

With a calm expression and a gentle, sincere tone, he said:

“Jin Zhenfeng, my foolish cousin, you have the blood of the Lord of the Great Grasslands flowing through your veins.”

How can we disregard the glory of the 'Eternal Heaven' for the sake of the lives of a mere hundred thousand lambs?

As he spoke, bright red blood seeped from the pores of Bao Ri Shen's palm.

They transformed into countless extremely fine crimson threads, binding the 'Lotus-like Evil Ghost Path' tightly.

"Baori'eshen, what are you going to do?"

Jin Zhenfeng seemed to have a premonition of something and questioned him sharply.

At this moment, the red threads formed from Bao Ri'e's fresh blood began to seep into the lotus seat in his palm.

It transformed into red mist and drifted out from the 'Lotus-like Demon Path'.

It burrowed into Jin Zhenfeng's seven orifices: eyes, nose, mouth, and ears.

Instantly, Jin Zhenfeng stopped shouting and stood motionless on the ground like a puppet.

This was no longer an ordinary dispute, but a subjugation using secret methods.

The others in the main tent dared not continue to pretend to be deaf and dumb. The Baiyang Borchin generals, who were subordinate to Yuanshan, only showed hesitant expressions.

The true nobleman of Yuanshan couldn't help but speak up to stop him.
"Lord Bao Ri E Shen, your mother is the great-aunt of General Jin Zhen Feng."

Your paternal aunt, Princess Ulanqiqige, is the mother of General Jin Zhenfeng.

The two rams, descendants of the immortal bloodline, butting horns against each other is nothing unusual.

"We must never actually kill our own parents!"

That's how it is, that's how it is.

Although General Kim Jin-bong does not have the surname 'Bojijin', he will become the master of Xianrong Island once he ascends the throne.

He was a 'vassal king' with the bloodline of the Eternal Heaven.

A prince whose status was comparable to that of the Bojijin.

To be able to sing songs to the Eternal Heaven and offer hada scarves at the opening of the 'Grand Naadam' festival!
What an honorable status this is…”

Bao Ri'e Shen listened to the surrounding noise with a smile.

Only after the red mist that had entered Jin Zhenfeng's seven orifices gathered at his brow, forming a lotus mark, did he speak:

“My cousin Jin Zhenfeng is the brother I respect the most. How could I possibly harm him?”

It was just that he seemed frightened before the battle, and I was afraid he would break military law.

That's why I used magic to calm him down.

Just as he said, Kim Jin-bong turned around and silently sat down on a large stool.

With her head down, she placed her hands on her knees to support her waist and closed her eyes.

If it weren't for the faint red lotus mark visible between his eyebrows, it would seem as if he were truly calming down.

However, since Bao Ri'eshen didn't retaliate in a fit of anger and cause everyone else to suffer in the process, that's enough.

No one in the main tent said anything more.

They began to deploy troops and arrange military formations according to Bao Ri'eshen's instructions.

Meanwhile, Bao Ri'e Shen himself had some free time.

Holding the "Lotus-like Evil Ghost Path" in both hands above his head, he began to silently recite the "Ksitigarbha Six Wheels Sutra".
"...All sentient beings are consumed by afflictions, habitually engage in evil deeds, are foolish and stubborn, and are difficult to guide and convert..."

The Chandala is divided into the Chandala of Officials, the Chandala of Laymen, the Chandala of Elders, the Chandala of Ascetics, the Chandala of Brahmins…”

As the chanting began, his blood surged rapidly, seeping from his pores and transforming into red threads that wrapped around the 'Lotus-like Evil Ghost Path'.

The lotus throne beneath their feet appeared and disappeared, as if everything had merged into one!
A short while later, a great battle was about to break out...

Time flew by, and before we knew it, it was late at night.

The Ningrang Plain was once again littered with corpses.

Zhang Gui strolled among them, the fungal carpet spreading out beneath his feet.

Upon encountering human flesh and bones, it is like melting snow with raging fire, instantly assimilating without a trace.

After circling around several times, it's unclear how many corpses it "digested".

Yet, they still couldn't sense even the slightest trace of the essence of the soul.

However, it usually takes a day or two for the essence of the soul within the corpse to completely dissipate.

Of course, there are occasional exceptions.

But now, this kind of "exception" involving hundreds of thousands of dollars is clearly no longer an exception.

He couldn't help but turn his head again to look at the camp of Prince Zhen's temporary residence, and finally he was certain.
"The brutal meat grinder on Fresh Velvet Island was ostensibly for Prince Zhen to gain prestige, but in reality it was to satisfy Mr. Yin's selfish desires."

That's why he put in so much effort.
He desires the soul, just as I covet the body!
It's like a person eating sugarcane.

Mr. Yin wanted the sweet juice, so they went to great lengths to get him some sugarcane. He chewed it to extract the juice, and once he was satisfied, he spat the useless dregs onto the ground.

Then I went on to describe the scum—uh, that's too disgusting to describe, unthinkable, unmentionable, uh.

(End of this chapter)