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"Someone is flying over!"
"Form up, we have enemies!"
"Quickly report to the Vice Marshal!"
Seeing Wei Chen and his companions, the soldiers near the Central Army Tent drew their weapons. Several generals from the Spirit Realm and Spirit Wisdom Realm rushed forward to intercept the enemy in front of the large tent.
Wei Chen and his three companions stopped about a hundred meters away from the tent, looking down at the tense soldiers below.
"Wei Chen, you handle this yourself. We have no interest in killing these ordinary soldiers."
"Yes, yes, yes! You take action, and we'll support you. These people are too weak; they're not worth our effort."
"Indeed, we're getting old and shouldn't stoop to their level."
The three old men quickly shifted all responsibility onto Wei Chen.
Wei Chen was taken aback. He had initially thought about wiping out a million-strong army, but now that he was close enough to see those soldiers, he found himself unable to act.
Most of the soldiers were merely strong in stature and lacked any Soul Power. Such individuals had no ability to fight back; how could he casually kill them?
Wei Chen didn't particularly believe in such notions, but now, seeing the anxious or angry faces of those soldiers, he fell silent.
A powerful Soul Warrior should be responsible for protecting the safety of weaker ordinary people and upholding justice, not engaging in indiscriminate slaughter!
Several generals clad in Shining Armor emerged from the Central Army Tent. Among them was one person dressed in a Light-Colored Robe, looking extremely refined. This individual walked at the forefront, flanked by armored generals who clearly served as his guards.
He glanced at Wei Chen and his companions, furrowing his brow slightly before clasping his fists and saying, "Esteemed warriors, are you from the Ling Sheng Dynasty?"
The three elders of Peach Blossom Island remained silent, while Wei Chen forced a bitter smile and nodded, saying, "Indeed."
"Are you here to kill me?" the Refined Middle-Aged Man asked calmly.
Wei Chen was at a loss for words.
"In a battle between two armies, powerful Soul Warriors cannot intervene. This is a fundamental agreement of the continent. If you kill me today, our Great Yuan Holy Dynasty's powerful Soul Warriors will be able to kill your Ling Sheng Dynasty's generals tomorrow. Is this the situation you wish to see?" The Refined Middle-Aged Man narrowed his eyes at Wei Chen and inquired.
Wei Chen was speechless, but deep down he understood the implications. If a Soul Warrior infiltrated the enemy ranks and killed their general, would there not be powerful Soul Warriors among the enemy forces as well? When it came to comparing the strength of Soul Warriors, the Ling Sheng Dynasty had never been a match for the Great Yuan Holy Dynasty!
Han Mang leaned closer to Wei Chen and whispered, "What he says is true. There is indeed such a clause in the Soul World agreement. This is also why Ling Ao can maintain his confidence. In terms of strength, the Ling Sheng Dynasty cannot compare to the Great Yuan Holy Dynasty, especially after the chaos in Ling City."
"Old Fellow, why didn't you mention this earlier?"
"Would it have made a difference? People like you won't believe it until you see it with your own eyes. Many things are not as simple as you think. The greatest role of powerful Soul Warriors in an army is not to kill the opposing generals but to engage in combat before the two armies clash, boosting the morale of their soldiers. During these duels, both sides will give their all but will not fight to the death; they will tacitly hold back," Han Mang explained.
Wei Chen was left speechless; if that were the case, wouldn't he just embarrass himself by coming down here?
"Old Fellow, are you trying to set me up?"
"I'm just trying to broaden your horizons. Don't be foolish and think that ordinary soldiers want to kill too. I can assure you that if you were to kill a hundred thousand soldiers here, the entire Soul World would not tolerate you; that would be a taboo."
"Next time, please make sure I understand first so I don't come down here looking like a fool again."
"Alright."
As the two whispered to each other, countless crossbow bolts were already aimed at them. Around the Central Army Tent gathered numerous flying military leaders who vowed to protect the Refined Middle-Aged Man at all costs. Those crossbows were operated by ordinary soldiers, and with just a command, tens of thousands of bolts would rain down upon Wei Chen and his companions.
Wei Chen helplessly shrugged his shoulders and said, "Actually, we were just passing by, feeling thirsty, and came to ask for a cup of tea."
"Oh? In that case, please do. There may not be good tea in the army, but it can quench your thirst."
The Refined Middle-Aged Man waved his hand, signaling the surrounding soldiers to disperse.
"Vice Marshal, you mustn't!"
"Vice Marshal, think twice!"
"Vice Marshal, you cannot cut off your retreat!"
"They're from the Ling Sheng Dynasty; everyone stay put! We swear to protect the Vice Marshal with our lives!"
Voices rang out, and no one retreated even a step.
"It seems this Vice Marshal has quite a reputation. What a troublesome situation. Since I can't kill them, they still managed to lure me down here—how embarrassing!" Wei Chen's expression was blank, but his eyes darted around, revealing a hint of awkwardness.
"Everyone step back. If they want to make a move, no one can stop them. If I'm not mistaken, you must be from the Ling Sheng Dynasty and Peach Blossom Island, right? The renowned Peach Blossom Island would never engage in actions that violate the Great Six Agreement."
The Refined Middle-Aged Man issued another order, and the soldiers reluctantly stepped back but continued to keep their eyes on Wei Chen and his companions without moving far away.
Wei Chen exchanged glances with Han Mang and the others. Should they drink the tea or not?
In the end, Han Mang subtly nodded. The Refined Middle-Aged Man appeared oddly calm; throughout the encounter, he had shown no signs of panic. Even someone with excellent psychological resilience wouldn't remain this composed. Perhaps there was something strange going on in the tent worth investigating.
With courage born of skill, the four descended to the ground and entered the large tent under the watchful eyes of a dozen commanders.
The Refined Middle-Aged Man was already brewing tea.
A map of the Ling Sheng Dynasty hung in the tent, particularly detailed in the border areas, marking even the villages and streams. The Refined Middle-Aged Man did not mind as Wei Chen and his companions looked around.
"It is my honor to meet someone from the legendary Peach Blossom Island. Esteemed warrior, please enjoy some tea."
After preparing the tea, the Refined Middle-Aged Man sternly ordered the generals to leave before inviting Wei Chen and his companions to take a seat.
The group did not care whether the tea was poisoned; they picked up their cups and drank. In fact, whether it was poisoned or not could be discerned by the Pharmaceutical Sovereign with just a sniff. Wei Chen and the others waited for the Pharmaceutical Sovereign to drink first before following suit.
"Wars are meaningless, especially when a prosperous Great Yuan Holy Dynasty faces a relatively barren Ling Sheng Dynasty. Even if Ling Sheng Dynasty wanted to merge with you, I doubt Great Yuan Holy Dynasty would agree. The previous wars have come inexplicably; you have never shown any intention of expanding your territory. Is this time going to be the same, just taking a few things and leaving?" Han Mang asked.
"You hit the nail on the head. The Great Yuan Holy Dynasty is vast and prosperous; we do not need the barren lands of Ling Sheng Dynasty. Even if offered for free, perhaps His Majesty would refuse. This military campaign is not an act of opportunism; Ling Sheng Dynasty is in chaos, and we will not take advantage of that. However, every fifty years, the Great Yuan Holy Dynasty must conduct military training..."
Hearing the Refined Middle-Aged Man's words, Wei Chen suddenly realized how young he truly was!
"What the hell? Is this what war between the Three Great Sacred Dynasties of the Eastern Region looks like?" Wei Chen thought silently. The words from an enemy Vice Marshal could not be false; it reflected that the Great Yuan Holy Dynasty was indeed formidable and confident.
In the Eastern Region, among the three Holy Dynasties, Great Yuan Holy Dynasty stood between Ling Sheng Dynasty and Ming-Qing Holy Dynasty. Since their establishment, there had been no real battles among them. The Great Yuan Holy Dynasty dominated the most prosperous area, while neither Ling Sheng Dynasty nor Ming-Qing Holy Dynasty had the strength to invade its territory. Instead, they each expanded on either side of Great Yuan Holy Dynasty, occasionally engaging in symbolic skirmishes at the borders while training their troops—a routine that had long been established.
Wei Chen suddenly understood why Ling Ao in the imperial city seemed so confident, seemingly indifferent to border conflicts while focusing on rebuilding Ling City...
"Alright then, we've finished our tea; it's time for us to go."
Han Mang led the way out, and the Refined Middle-Aged Man did not try to keep them; after all, they were from opposing factions and there was no need for false hospitality.
"Vice Marshal, what exactly were those four doing here?" one of the generals under the Refined Middle-Aged Man asked after Wei Chen and his companions had left.
The Refined Middle-Aged Man shook his head with a bitter smile and said, "I couldn't figure them out either. Those few really are deep and inscrutable!"
Unbeknownst to him, Wei Chen's reckless behavior had been perceived by the enemy's Vice Marshal as being shrouded in mystery.
After a while, Wei Chen and his companions returned to the Pegasus and continued flying northwest.
"Brother Wei, did you hit a snag?" Musa observed Wei Chen's frustrated expression, which seemed to be a mix of wanting to laugh and holding it back. He could roughly guess what Wei Chen was trying to do, and under the guidance of the Three Elders of Peach Blossom Island, he had begun to understand some rules for the first time.
"You knew all along?" Wei Chen asked with a frown.
"Of course I did. You were just trying to use formations to kill some soldiers or rely on your formidable strength to take down the enemy commander. But Senior Han Mang wouldn't agree to that; you'd become the public enemy of the continent and be scorned by everyone. Am I right?"
Wei Chen could only give Musa a thumbs up, silently acknowledging, "I still have too little experience in this regard."
For several days, the group traveled tirelessly, crossing through the Great Yuan Holy Dynasty and entering the territory of the Ming-Qing Holy Dynasty.
"In just a few more days, we'll see the sea. Once we cross this vast ocean, we'll reach the Central Domain. I wonder if there are any Sea Tribes in these waters."
"Of course there are, and they're quite powerful. The Ming-Qing Holy Dynasty can't contend with the Great Yuan Holy Dynasty precisely because they have so many coastlines that are under attack by the Sea Tribe. The Soul World consists of five major domains, which are five massive lands separated by oceans. The Sea Tribe is strong in those waters; even the Central Domain faces disturbances from them."
Musa seemed to know quite a bit; he could explain almost anything Wei Chen asked.
"The Sea Tribe is that strong?" Wei Chen was astonished.
Musa shot Wei Chen a disdainful glance and said, "What did you expect? The Sea Tribe dominates the oceans, covering several times the area of human territory. But they have weaknesses; once they come onto land, their strength diminishes significantly and they can't compete with humans. For countless years, it's always been the Sea Tribe attacking human territories; there has never been a case of humans proactively attacking the Sea Tribe. This passive situation is likely to continue indefinitely."
After a pause, Musa added, "The Sea Tribe loses fifty percent of its strength on land; humans lose ninety-nine percent when entering their waters and can't fight back at all. No matter how powerful they are, they can't go underwater to confront the Sea Tribe."
"How's the situation over there?"
"The Sea Tribe has retreated, and the Sui Kingdom has been completely plundered. It won't be long before Wushuang City’s army can fully conquer the Sui Kingdom, and even unify the Eastern Wasteland. Don't forget, those territories are all yours."
"Mine?" Wei Chen was taken aback for a moment, then smiled bitterly. "There's no need to go that far; it was just a casual remark back then."
"Since there was an agreement, it must be fulfilled. I’ll take a share of the profits. The people over there are all from our Mu Family, and they have completely severed ties with the Ancient Spirit Academy. The Soul Palace is finished, and within the Eastern Wasteland, our forces have no rivals left. Unification is only a matter of time."
Musa grinned as he draped an arm around Wei Chen's shoulder, chuckling mischievously. "Don't forget, we're family."
"Whatever. I'm not interested in those things. What about the Wei Family of the Sui Kingdom... how are they doing?" Wei Chen had been wanting to ask this question for a while. Weirou had lost many memories, and the only way to recover them was through the Wei Family. But he didn't dare to ask; deep down, he already had an answer.
Sure enough, Musa's expression turned bitter. "The Sui Kingdom no longer exists; it has been completely ravaged by the Sea Tribe. As for the Wei Family, I’ve inquired and found out that they were wiped out by the Sea Tribe as well. As for any surviving members, I've instructed Wushuang City to keep an eye out. If there’s any news, it will be relayed immediately."
Wei Chen nodded; given the circumstances, there was nothing more to be done.
Musa pondered for a moment, then looked at Wei Chen with a somewhat ambiguous expression and said with a grin, "By the way, there's something I think you'll like to hear."
"What is it?"
"News about Ji Mei."
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