Who taught him to practice swordsmanship like this?

The Mysterious Yin Master cast a divination for Magistrate Wang.

Without a doubt, this is extremely unlucky.

"this……"

Although Magistrate Wang's face was very unpleasant, he was not surprised.

"Master, is there any interpretation to this divination?"

Master Xuanyin said frankly, "There is only one chance of survival out of nine deaths. Go and find it yourself."

Then they started to kick people out again.

Prefect Wang had been pondering for a moment, but the sudden urging from Master Xuan Yin made him uncomfortable. He asked, "Master, why are you in such a hurry?"

Master Xuan Yin said, "Sir, your words are rather difficult. I have already performed divination for you and pointed you in the right direction. Why press the matter further?"

Prefect Wang hurriedly said, "Master, I am still completely baffled. Could you please give me some more hints?"

Seeing him being pulled, Master Xuan Yin's solemn face showed helplessness: "Lord Wang, I really have important matters to attend to... Very well, I'll remind you one more time: Remember, this divination indicates a nine-out-of-ten chance of death, so only by placing yourself in a place of certain death can you have a chance of survival!"

"As for what crisis Lord Wang is facing now, and where to break the deadlock... I'm afraid I don't know."

"That's all I have to say, sir. Please take your leave."

Prefect Wang looked bewildered and walked out of the Taoist temple in a daze.

The words of the Mysterious Yin Immortal kept echoing in his head, making him absent-minded.

Feng Linzi asked, still unsure, "Is this all there is to it?"

Su Baichen nodded and said, "That's fine. After he goes back, I can guide him to come up with the solution we want. In this way, Wang Zhishui will not suspect that Master deliberately made him do it. He will think that he just received a reminder from an expert, and the solution was entirely his own idea."

"In this way, he can avoid leaving too much karma with his master."

"However, we can't stay at the Shanmiao Temple for the time being."

Feng Linzi smiled easily: "This is a good opportunity for everyone to move to a secluded spot. This Shanmiao Temple is far too conspicuous."

The two brothers chatted and laughed, and then parted ways at the government office.

Next, it's Su Baichen's turn to show off his skills.

He had already figured out a place for the prefect, so he used illusion magic to guide the water, causing the pool of water to suddenly have a burst of inspiration and come up with a way to save itself.

"Head north... a fight to the death..."

"Where is the dead zone to the north?"

"Ah, it's the border that borders the Northern Wei!"

"Yes, that place is now a death trap for anyone. The original defenses have been destroyed, and no one is willing to take the initiative to rebuild them... That's why His Majesty had the idea of ​​moving the capital."

"But now, what is a death trap for others is a place of survival for me."

"Having just experienced the breach of the defense line and the siege of the capital, who would dare to be negligent in the defense of the northern border? It's just that no one is willing to take charge of the overall situation."

"Once I get there, even Prime Minister Zhou won't dare to do anything behind my back... After all, if I succeed, it will be to protect everyone's family property. If he harms me, he will be going against the entire court!"

"Yes, if the capital doesn't have to be moved, who would willingly leave their homeland?"

Wang Zhishui immediately perked up, his thoughts flowing like a spring. He picked up his pen and began to write a memorial opposing the relocation of the capital and requesting to guard the border.

But he stopped halfway through writing. "Wait a minute," he thought, "I don't know how to fight. Going to the battlefield like this would just be suicide."

Su Baichen, reading Wang Zhishui's thoughts, was almost driven to tears by his stupidity. He quickly used illusion magic to make some names in several official documents around him appear "high-definition and brighter" in Wang Zhishui's eyes.

The prefect suddenly realized, "That's right, why didn't I think of that before? I can't do it myself; I could have easily delegated it to my subordinates!"

"I can simply gather those skilled border generals under my command and then take care of logistics... As for combat, I can delegate the authority."

He felt that his mind was clearer than ever before. He was not going to the border region to seek power or personal gain, but to survive!

Naturally, the better he does over there, the better he will be able to live.

It was with this realization that Wang Zhishui began to utilize his limited military talent, searching for those he believed were capable of fighting within the imperial court's military system... At this point, he could be said to have abandoned his personal preferences and was working entirely to accomplish this task.

Therefore, this memorial is full of practical information, and it makes people feel that it is feasible.

After finishing writing the memorial, Wang Zhishui collapsed.

He fell fast asleep.

Just then, Su Baichen picked up the memorial, chuckled, and walked outside to look at the roof... He saw Yu Xiangke on the roof holding up a wine pot and gesturing to him from afar.

Su Baichen waved the memorial in his hand and said, "Senior, do you have a way to make this happen?"

Yu Xiangke didn't come over; he just took a sip of wine on the rooftop and said, "You've gone through all this trouble just to send this weak, powerless civil official to his death on the battlefield?"

Su Baichen shook his head and said, "He only needs to coordinate the logistics at the front line; he's not required to go to the battlefield himself."

"I just feel that 'ensuring the dynasty doesn't rest on its laurels' aligns with the agreement I made with my predecessors, right?"

Yu Xiangke was taken aback, then tilted his head back and poured all the wine in the wine pot into his mouth, exclaiming "That's refreshing!" before saying, "Indeed, leave this matter to me. If the front line can be united as one, with so many strong passes and cities to resist, how could the Northern Wei army possibly break through?"

"However, if the Liang Kingdom abandons the plan to move its capital, I hope you can come with me to the capital."

Su Baichen raised an eyebrow, pondered for a moment, and nodded: "Alright, if my plan succeeds, I'll go with you."

He will keep his promises.

Yu Xiangke nodded in satisfaction: "Good, good, but before that, we need to deal with your sword."

Su Baichen looked over in confusion.

Then Yu Xiangke tossed out a strip of cloth covered with golden runes, which landed in his hand.

"This is the Binding God's Sash. By binding it to your sword, you can isolate it from all its fluctuations."

Upon hearing this, Su Baichen didn't stand on ceremony and took the Binding God Ribbon, then wrapped it around the Soul-Suppressing Sword.

Soon, the Soul-Suppressing Sword was wrapped with a layer of white cloth, and the golden runes on the cloth disappeared quietly... Along with it, the dense demonic energy and profound yin spiritual energy on the Soul-Suppressing Sword also disappeared.

Su Baichen said with a hint of surprise, "It really works."

Yu Xiangke said with satisfaction, "It wasn't for nothing that I made a special trip to find this."

"The most important function of this Binding Divine Ribbon is not actually to isolate your sword from its aura. It is a magical artifact for binding and imprisoning. Use it well, and you will definitely not be disappointed."

Su Baichen thanked him.

As for the evaluation of this former imperial advisor in Changchun Palace... he didn't say much.

It's best for him to keep this to himself; there's no need to say it out loud and create unnecessary conflict.