The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 253 The Reappearance of Zhuge Liang
Looking at Zhou Yan, who exuded a sharp aura, Kaiming scratched his head, knowing that there was no way to persuade such a guy, so he said, "Alright, but I still have to say something."

"There are nearly a thousand ordinary people here."

"To avoid affecting them, we need to find a way to outsmart them."

"Our main objective is not to fight to the death with [Shi] and his lackeys. Nobody knows how many lackeys these guys have. Fighting them would only be a waste of energy. Our objective is to take Jiang Boyue away."

Zhou Yan nodded and replied, "Okay."

"I see."

Kaiming muttered twice, "You'd better know."

Kaiming leaned closer, hooked his arm around Zhou Yan's shoulder, and whispered his plan in detail. After he finished speaking, he patted Zhou Yan's shoulder hard: "Kid, we're teaming up. Remember, control your killing intent and fighting spirit."

"Achieve your goals, but don't let your emotions control you."

So he turned around and made the arrangements himself, and also planned to let the people take the opportunity to get away from the vicinity. Zhou Yan walked out slowly, stood by the river, looked at the surging river at his feet, swept his sleeves, and sat cross-legged by the river.

"The mighty Yangtze River flows eastward."

As night deepened, a bright moon rose into the sky.

Zhou Yan, who was sitting cross-legged, slowly opened his eyes.

"It's almost time."

Zhou Yan extended his right hand, his five fingers slightly spread, and a bright blue edict spun out, hovering in his palm, radiating a rich and pure water elemental power. This was the authority of the water god representing this section of the water system.

Zhou Yan clenched his five fingers together and used his mind to activate the Water God's decree.

Having previously used the power of the Lord of Mount Tai, his control over the water god's authority was far more refined than that of the water yaksha.

The River God Emperor, the Water God manifests his divine power.

The river surged, and the sound of waves crashing against the shore was incessant.

Guided by the imperial decree, the vast expanse of water vapor surged and billowed, growing thicker and thicker until it gradually transformed into a misty fog that enveloped the surrounding fields and spread rapidly.

Meanwhile, the original site of the village was located in the back mountain.

The three figures, hidden in the shadows and curtains, sat cross-legged. As they failed to find any trace of Zhou Yan and Kai Ming, their frustration grew with each passing day.

The leader produced a jade scroll and said, "Haven't you found it yet?"

"C3, D6".

"Yes……"

The leader gritted his teeth, the sound almost squeezed out from between them:
"Nearly a thousand people!"

"The vast majority of them are just ordinary people, including the old, weak, sick and disabled. This land of Sichuan is full of mountains and rocks and waterways."

"Where can they run to?"

"They couldn't find it?!"

The two agents, Bing San and Ding Liu, also looked rather grim.

Their plans have recently suffered repeated setbacks, and many of their colleagues have completely disappeared without a trace, especially those sent to the Zhongnan Mountains. Regardless of their cultivation level, they have all vanished without a trace, as if a stone had sunk into the sea.

It was as if some extremely terrifying being lurked there, coldly watching them.

It opened its enormous mouth, filled with fangs, and silently devoured them.

Meanwhile, in the Sichuan region, An Lushan's plan to use Chi You's precious blood failed, and the envoy there had his jade book pierced by the True Lord of the Western Peak, leaving him in a sorry state; one of the Great Sun Golden Crows was plundered, and a section of the heartwood of the Bronze Divine Tree was torn off by the Golden Heavenly King.

In this situation, Zhuge Liang's backup plan was also activated.

After repeated setbacks and defeats, they felt not only anger but also fear.

According to the records, Zhuge Liang, who had always been their adversary, even used his own death as a strategy to kill their leader and seize a vital treasure.

The leader clenched his fists and gritted his teeth:

"Zhuge Liang..."

"He's been dead for five hundred years, yet he still dares to ruin our important plans!"

Five hundred years!

He now felt as if he were still playing chess with that Zhuge Liang, as if that guy, who was clearly dead, had crossed the vast expanse of time to fight him through inheritance, a backup plan, and the so-called will passed down through generations of humanity.

No, it was that I was actually tricked and led by the nose by people from five hundred years ago.

Bing San was silent for a moment, then suddenly said in a low voice, "Such a plan and backup plan, even after five hundred years, can still restrain us and force us to this point... Do you think Zhuge Liang is really dead?"

These words seemed to carry a mysterious power in the quiet night. Recalling their recent series of losses, the group's breath caught in their throats. The leader, finally unable to suppress his surging emotions, erupted in fury:
"What nonsense!"

"Zhuge is dead! Zhuge Liang is dead!"

"He absolutely cannot still be alive!"

"Stop spouting nonsense here! What rubbish are you talking about!"

In his rage, Jiaqi could not control the emotions that surged from his sense of defeat. He grabbed Bingsan by the collar and pulled him up sharply, saying, "Complete your duty and find Zhuge Liang's backup plan, or we will both be punished."

"At that time, being annihilated will be the least of your worries!"

"Go and mobilize these guys we've assigned to the Sichuan water system."

"It's them……"

Suddenly, a figure swiftly approached. Only then did the leader release his grip, reverting to his previous impassive demeanor. The arriving figure bowed and reported:
"Reporting to the messenger, we just detected an unusually powerful surge of water vein energy in the west, containing... extremely ancient dragon energy, and its direction seems to be towards Zhongnan Mountain..."

Jia Qi's face darkened: "Zhongnan Mountain..."

There seemed to be a pair of cold eyes looking over from that direction.

It sent a chill down his spine.

He always felt that things had started to go wrong from a certain point in time. He exhaled and looked at the old figure hanging there, a hint of coldness appearing in his eyes.

"Keep looking."

boom! ! ! !

Just then, a series of turbulent water vapors suddenly came from afar, and strong and clear water vapor fluctuations soared into the sky. Another figure carrying the Jade Talisman's rank and power arrived and said, "Reporting to all envoys, we have discovered traces of the enemy at the end of the White Dragon River!"

Jia Qi was overjoyed: "Good, good, good!"

"Go and capture him immediately!"

His cold gaze swept over Jiang Boyue, who was hanging there, and after a pause, he said in an indifferent tone:
“Bing San, you stay here and watch. Perhaps it’s a feint. I know that the Yanhuang lineage values ​​loyalty and righteousness the most. They might be creating a disturbance in the distance to distract us, and then come here to take Jiang Boyue’s body away.”

"You stay here and guard the place, no matter who comes near."

"Kill without mercy!"

"Don't disappoint me again."

Bing San was a rather short and stocky fat man. He bowed his head and replied, "Yes!"

"go!"

The leader, accompanied by another envoy, left, rushing off towards the sound and waves. Only Bing San remained, sitting there sighing. Meanwhile, in this hidden stronghold, Kai Ming bit his finger and smacked his lips.
"Tsk."

"...Concealing their presence and letting others leave first, then using Zhou's authority and methods, they made a feint, and unexpectedly, some guards remained."

"However, this guy is really cautious, tsk tsk tsk."

"I hate guys like that the most."

Kaiming didn't want a violent conflict, partly because he was worried that these so-called "historians" might become desperate and damage Jiang Boyue's body. Kaiming squatted behind the archway and rubbed his hands together.

They decided to use another tactic to lure away the remaining men and create an opportunity for Zhou Yan.

"I am the enlightened one of Kunlun!"

“Unlike Fuxi and Bai Ze, I will prove that I am the strongest strategist in ancient times.”

This distracts them, buying Zhou Yan time and opportunity to make his move.

"...Qimen Dunjia, activate!"

"The mist condenses into an illusion."

Bing San noticed that the fog was getting thicker and thicker. He raised his eyes slightly and felt a little uneasy. Just then, he suddenly noticed a strange sound coming from the fog.

Bing San's brows furrowed sharply, and he said in a cold voice, "Who's there!"

Crunch... crunch...

From within the fog came the sound of wooden wheels rolling, and a figure slowly emerged from the thick fog along with the sound. Bing San's pupils suddenly contracted, and his expression froze completely—he saw a wooden cart slowly driving out, with a figure sitting on it, gently waving a feather fan.

Bing San's eyes gradually froze.

The setbacks, failed strategies, and many other things that had happened during this period flooded his mind, causing his expression to slowly freeze. A sense of terror and panic instantly seized his attention.

"...Zhuge Liang, the Marquis of Wu?!"

(End of this chapter)