Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 222 Both are actually wrong options
'How should I look at it? Just sit and watch.'

Mo Yu, one of the heroes, muttered to himself, but did not reveal it:

"Uncle-Master, this matter concerns the stance and future of the Emei Sect, and is of great importance. As I am not a member of the Emei Sect, it is really inappropriate for me to speak recklessly here."

To reiterate, if it were the cunning "self" from Qin Shi...

At this moment, they will definitely seize the opportunity to maneuver and negotiate, either using clever words to persuade others to gain benefits or secretly laying out their plans and planting their own pieces.

But Mo Yu, the hero, was not thinking about this. He only wanted to take the three copies of the Nine Yang Manual back to Wudang as soon as possible to find his grandmaster Zhang Sanfeng and have him recall the original text of the Nine Yang Manual.

But how could Abbess Miejue easily let go of this boy who had just "offended" her and had shown extraordinary potential and mysterious methods?

“Nephew, there’s no need for such modesty. Emei and Wudang are of the same lineage, and helping each other is our duty. Please feel free to speak your mind. Whether it’s right or wrong, it can all be taken as a reference. Consider it just one person’s opinion.”

The chivalrous Mo Yu sighed softly, feeling helpless.

Looks like I won't be able to leave without presenting some substantial information today.

He slightly toned down his languid demeanor, narrowed his eyes, and began to seriously examine the current situation.

While the talents and innate abilities of the various Moyu individuals may differ, their minds are all roughly the same; the only difference lies in whether or not they are willing to focus their efforts on this aspect.

In that chat group connecting the various worlds, the two warmongers and schemers, "War Maniac" and "Qin Shi," often engaged in heated debates about the global situation in their respective worlds, engaging in "political maneuvering" and tirelessly speculating on their next strategic plans.

In the chat group, Zhan Kuang and Qin Shi often discussed the political situation of the three worlds and frequently talked about their next plans.

Although Mo Yu, a member of the group, had little interest in conquering the world, he had gained a profound understanding of the current situation in the world far beyond that of others, thanks to his exposure to the world and his reading of all the chat logs.

Looking at the world today, there are few wise men who can surpass him in this respect.

After a moment's hesitation, he organized his thoughts and began to speak:

"In the eleventh year of the Zhizheng era, Han Shantong, the leader of the White Lotus Sect, raised an uprising in the Yellow River area. The whole country responded, and the anti-Yuan wave swept across the land, with heroes rising up everywhere."

"The Yuan court was corrupt and factions were rampant, and it was no longer as powerful as it once was. Its orders were not effectively communicated and its military mobilization was slow. In addition, the Yuan court had already invested a large number of elite troops in the northern battlefield to suppress Han, the most powerful 'bandit leader,' resulting in huge losses."

"Therefore, in the past two years, the Yuan court has mostly adopted a strategy of appeasement or letting local authorities handle the situation for other anti-Yuan forces besides Han Shantong, and has not carried out large-scale effective suppression. This is the case for Ruyang Wang in Henan and Dashibadulu in Huguang. This has given anti-Yuan forces in various places a valuable breathing space and opportunity to develop."

"But times change,"

Mo Yu, one of the heroes, changed the subject, his voice becoming more composed.
"It is now late summer and early autumn of the thirteenth year of the Zhizheng era. More than two years have passed, enough time for the situation in the world to become clear. Even if the Yuan court is slow to react and its internal strife is severe, it must realize by now that if it does not take swift and decisive measures, it may truly be in danger of collapse. The real test is about to begin."

Abbess Miejue frowned slightly. Mo Yu's words, though seemingly objective, subtly implied that "the Yuan court still has the strength, and the crisis of rebellion is imminent." This made her, a staunch advocate of "expelling the Tartars and restoring China," feel slightly displeased.

In her view, the anti-Yuan sentiment was now at its peak, and it was the perfect time to press the enemy to their deaths!
Mo Yu's words are tantamount to boosting the morale of others while diminishing his own.

"Senior Brother Mo Yu, do you have some specific information to say this?"

Bei Jinyi also frowned slightly, but through the words of the chivalrous Mo Yu, she was seriously pondering the general trend of the world that he saw.

Meeting their gazes, the chivalrous Mo Yu narrowed his eyes and said calmly:

"The nail that sticks out gets hammered down. Xu Shouhui's mistake was that he shouldn't have declared himself emperor and established his own regime so early, giving the Yuan court a target for their attacks. If I'm not mistaken, the Yuan court has already launched its swift and decisive action!"

The three women listened even more attentively.

"The three armies of Mu Jie, the Pingzhang Zhengshi of Sichuan Province, Temüdie'er, the Canzhi Zhengshi of Huguang Province, and Yilianzhenban, the Zuo Chengxiang of Jiangxi Province, have probably formed an encirclement around Emperor Xu Shouhui from the west, north, and east."

Upon hearing this, Miejue's distinctive, mournful eyebrows furrowed even more deeply. Her originally pretty face was now tinged with a gloomy and stern air thanks to those striking eyebrows.

"Does my nephew have any evidence to support his claim?"

'certificate?'

What solid evidence could Mo Yu possibly have? It was nothing more than his historical knowledge from his 'previous life,' plus a sandbox simulation conducted by the other two 'selves' in the chat group based on information from this world.

On the surface, however, he appeared confident and composed, and said calmly:

“The mobilization of a large army is not something that can be done overnight; the supply of provisions, the number of soldiers, and the appointment of generals are all traceable.”

The recent movements of these three individuals are not top-secret information; anyone with a discerning eye can easily ascertain them. The Yuan court's intention is to achieve its goal in one fell swoop, first eliminating Xu Shouhui, the most powerful and erratic rebel king, before pursuing other objectives. "I see!"

Ding Minjun suddenly clapped her hands, a look of sudden realization on her face.
"I was wondering why the troops from Sichuan Province had been frequently moving towards Jingzhou and Xiangyang recently. I thought they were heading south to deal with Meng Haima, who was leading the Southern Red Turban Rebellion. I never imagined that their real target was Emperor Tianwan, Xu Shouhui, in the west!"

Pei Jinyi, being meticulous, immediately added:
"The main force of the Yuan army in Hubei Province was indeed mostly concentrated in the Yuezhou area, while the Yuan army in Jiangxi Province was stationed in Jiujiang."

If what Junior Brother Mo Yu said is true, if these three armies were to launch a simultaneous attack, the Tianwan regime, which controls the middle reaches of the Yangtze River, would face the risk of its Yangtze River defense line being severed in two!

"No wonder! No wonder these past few days, both Xu Shouhui's men and the Yuan court's secret envoys have been so eager to send people to win over our Emei Sect!"

Ding Minjun's eyes lit up, and her thoughts became completely clear.

"Grandmaster Guo Xiang was a descendant of the great hero Guo Jing, whose chivalrous name was known throughout the world. Our Emei Sect has been established for nearly a hundred years, and our predecessors have accumulated profound prestige in the Sichuan region."

"If our Emei Sect were to raise its voice and respond to the cause of overthrowing the Yuan Dynasty, we could easily gather a force of considerable strength in Sichuan Province with this appeal. There would be at least ten thousand loyal and righteous men willing to die for us."

"In this way, the Yuan court's three-sided encirclement plan will inevitably tie down the western army to our Emei uprising army, preventing it from advancing eastward with full force. With the Yuan court attacked from both sides, the entire encirclement plan will have a huge flaw, and Xu Shouhui may seize the opportunity to break through the encirclement and even defeat them one by one."

This analysis had just eased the furrowed brows of Abbess Miejue when Mo Yu, the chivalrous hero, spoke again, his annoying yet undeniably charming mouth agape.

"If it cannot be broken, Xu Shouhui will surely be defeated!"

These words made Abbess Miejue wish she could tear his mouth apart with her sword.

Mo Yu, the chivalrous hero, was quite helpless. He had originally planned to disappear into the shadows, and no matter what the Emei Sect chose, it wouldn't matter much to him. He was in a hurry to return to Wudang.

But in the brief moment of analyzing the situation, he had quietly shared the information with the chat group.

[War Maniac: Find a way to get the Emei Sect to side with Han Lin'er!]

This way, it will be easier for him to help Han Lin'er secure her position in the White Lotus Sect, and it will also prevent the Emei girls he knows from suffering tragic fates due to making the wrong choices.

Whether it's Xu Shouhui or Yuan Ting, both are actually the wrong choices.

Mo Yu, the chivalrous hero, was initially too lazy to care, but he truly desired the Myriad Realms Treasury—even more so than the War Maniac.

That thing was so perfectly suited to his sea of ​​consciousness!

For the sake of "the true treasure of all things"... it seems we have no choice but to wade into these muddy waters.

Facing the murderous glare of Abbess Miejue, the chivalrous Mo Yu calmly analyzed the situation:
"Since the Yuan court has taken the influence of the Emei sect into consideration, it is impossible for it not to take precautions. If the Emei sect were to rise up, the Yuan court would certainly have contingency plans in Sichuan to deal with it. But let's leave that aside."

"The key lies with Xu Shouhui himself."

He shook his head slightly and sighed: "The Tianwan regime, though seemingly powerful, is actually riddled with internal factions. Compared to the Yuan Dynasty, it's just a case of the pot calling the kettle black. It's called the Tianwan 'Emperor,' but it still follows the old ways of bandits gathering in the mountains. The top leader, second leader, and third leader each act independently, and their troops and supplies often only recognize their own leaders, not the nominal 'Emperor.' It's difficult to truly unify government orders and effectively integrate forces."

"In contrast, the Yuan court," he paused, emphasizing his words,

"Even though it is rotten and decaying, it is still a behemoth that has ruled the Central Plains for nearly a hundred years, and its foundation remains. As the saying goes, a lean camel is still bigger than a horse. When it truly makes up its mind and consolidates its power to target a certain goal, its energy is still terrifying. Even a figure as powerful as the leader of the Han Shantong Cult ultimately met his end."

Ding Minjun strongly agreed with this idea and took the opportunity to express a thought that had long lingered in her mind but which she had never dared to voice due to her master's position:
"If that's the case, then...should we defect to the Yuan court?"

Upon hearing this, not to mention the instant darkening of Abbess Miejue's face.

The assembled heroes, including Mo Yu, stared at her as if she were a fool, their eyes filled with disbelief.

"Are you kidding me? Putting aside the Emei Sect's century-old stance of 'expelling the barbarians,' the Yuan Dynasty's fate is sealed, and its demise is a foregone conclusion within the next one or two decades. And now you're telling me you want to join a sinking ship?!"

Abbess Miejue glanced at him sideways. Although she didn't have a clear understanding of the world's affairs, she was, after all, an old hand who had been in the world for two or three decades. Her grasp of human nature and her ability to read people were still very sharp.

She keenly noticed the subtle hint in Mo Yu's tone after he had successively rejected the options of joining Xu Shouhui and Yuan Ting.

This kid is more than just being a dissenter.

“Nephew, you have already made up your mind. Since that’s the case, you might as well tell me frankly.”

(End of this chapter)