Chapter 147: Chapter 145: Secret Plot
"Retreat, quickly, retreat!"
"Damn it, where did these elite troops come from?!"
"Charge! Keep charging!"
"*Sob*... we’re saved, we’re saved..."
A cacophony of voices swirled together, their meanings indistinguishable.
All anyone knew was to unleash every attack they had, to kill every enemy before them.
RUMBLE... The earth trembled once more as if the very mountains were shaking.
After just a few exchanges, Fang Yang’s legions displayed their divine might, crushing the enemy and sweeping to victory.
Their performance was stunning, far exceeding Liu Manlou’s expectations.
The combat prowess of the White Feathered Eagle legion, in particular, filled him with envy, jealousy, and hate.
As he spurred his horse away from the warzone once more, he decisively called out to his soldiers.
This time, however, he did not give the order to charge again.
But he didn’t dare get too close either.
He had just realized that Fang Yang was truly a Tier Three Elementary Cultivator.
If they were to clash head-on, he feared Fang Yang could kill him in a single move!
’If I can’t beat your White Feathered Eagle Bronze Tribe, can’t I still beat the other tribes?’ Liu Manlou grit his teeth and led his troops to charge again.
An hour later.
Under Fang Yang’s command, the enemy forces were completely driven back.
The ground, however, was littered with severed limbs and corpses. Men and horses lay dead, painting the landscape a sea of blood-red.
As the tribes cleaned up the aftermath, the sound of continuous sobbing rose from their ranks, and a somber atmosphere descended.
Fang Yang, mounted on his Frost White flying steed, looked down at the scene.
In the distance, squads of soldiers urged the people of the various tribes to get back on the road.
Amid a pool of blood, a toppled stone statue of a celestial crane lay shattered.
The statue was in pieces, submerged in blood. Fang Yang stared at it, his gaze profound.
’Things are changing too quickly, far too quickly.’
Before long, at Fang Yang’s command, the migrating convoy set off once more, heading for Wuxi Ferry.
...
「Three days and three nights later.」
Wuxi Ferry.
An army clad in black armor, radiating killing intent, stood ready and waiting.
It was Fang Min, who had brought her army to garrison the ferry.
She was here because she had recently received a secret message from her younger brother, Fang Yang, explaining the situation.
They communicated frequently. Almost every two hours, one squad of express messengers would arrive as another departed.
All of this was to keep track of the marching speed of Fang Yang and his people.
Finally, a streak of red light cut through the dim night sky.
This ray of red light drove away the darkness, bringing with it the light.
The morning sets the tone for the day.
Morning had arrived.
And at this very moment, dense throngs of people appeared in the red light of dawn.
Like a great, sky-encompassing net, they advanced straight toward Wuxi Ferry.
Among them, the flamboyant White Feathered Eagle banner, swaying in the wind, announced the identity of the arrivals.
Fang Yang!
"Ah Yang, Second Uncle, Uncle Qi," Fang Min said with a smile.
Fang Yang’s expression was calm. "Sis, are there still not enough boats?"
Fang Min raised a delicate brow, a speechless expression on her face. "There are so many people. How could I possibly prepare enough boats at once? You’ll definitely have to fell trees and build your own."
Hearing this, Fang Yang turned and gave the order.
Power has a distinct characteristic: those at the top merely move their mouths, while those below run their legs off.
After resting for less than two hours, at Fang Yang’s command, the people of the various tribes were on the move again.
This time, however, even the garrisoned soldiers and generals like Qing Wenxi, Chen Xing, and Chen Yuan all pitched in to help.
During the boat-building effort, the Cultivators of the Wood Dao, Earth Dao, Fire Dao, and Gold Dao schools shone brightly, showing off their skills.
In an instant, Wuxi Ferry was bustling with activity, filled with shouts and cheers.
Correspondingly, boat after boat was launched from the bank, a dense flotilla forming.
While the small-timers toiled away, the big shots sat around drinking tea and chatting.
Aqua-blue Palace.
Peach Blossom Courtyard.
The siblings, Fang Yang and Fang Min, once again sat opposite each other in the stone pavilion, drinking tea and chatting idly.
"Sis, are you all also headed for the Cloud Sea Archipelago?" Fang Yang asked, his eyes fixed on Fang Min.
Fang Min’s eyes twinkled as she lifted the teapot and poured tea for Fang Yang.
She smiled. "Yes. It’s not just you people from the Leran Grassland who have to leave. Once I’ve dealt with Muri Zhiying, we’ll be leaving for the Cloud Sea Archipelago as well."
The tea rippled, the heat making patterns bloom on its surface.
Fang Yang lowered his gaze to watch. He pondered for a moment before finally dipping his finger in the tea and tapping it lightly on the wooden table.
TAP, TAP...
Two light taps, a sign of negation.
In that instant, Fang Min’s pupils contracted sharply.
She understood. Fang Yang was warning her to stay away from the Cloud Sea Archipelago, to find a way to delay her departure!
Although she didn’t understand why Fang Yang was doing this, she firmly believed he must have a deeper reason.
A reason so profound he couldn’t even speak of it to her.
Her heart trembled, and she decided to use the pretext of suppressing bandits to delay things.
「Two days later.」
At dawn, under the watchful eyes of Fang Min and the others, the vast fleet of large ships departed from the ferry, their sails catching the wind as they set off.
Following Fang Yang’s orders, all these ships were headed for the Hengyu Mountain Range!
At that moment, Qing Wenxi squinted into the distance, silently watching Fang Yang’s departure.
She had a beautiful face and a tall figure. Dressed in a cyan robe with a Long Whip tied at her waist, she cut a dashing and heroic figure.
Now, however, a hint of worry clouded her features.
"Wenxi, you haven’t actually fallen for him, have you?"
Chen Yuan frowned and advised softly, "It’s absolutely impossible between you two. A life-saving debt doesn’t mean you have to repay it with your body. Besides, he’s a massive vortex. You absolutely must not get any foolish ideas."
Qing Wenxi clutched a bottle of Pills in her hand.
This bottle of Pills was the gift Fang Yang had given her in return that day.
She forced a smile. "No, it’s not like that. I was just wondering if that Frostfall Peach Blossom tree would ever be able to bloom again."
...
A thousand sails pass by the sunken ship.
Following the waterway, the various tribes obeyed Fang Yang’s command and set out in a great, powerful procession.
During the journey by water, there was no shortage of dire situations: boats were damaged by submerged reefs, blocked by packs of Fierce Beasts, and even battered by sudden hurricanes.
But after countless hardships, they finally reached the Hengyu Mountain Range.
And Fang Yang finally met with Fang Hao.
Fang Hao was Fang Yang’s youngest paternal uncle.
He was also ranked second among the chosen geniuses of the Fang clan, second only to Fang Yang.
Currently, Fang Hao’s cultivation was at Tier Five Advanced, making him a Great Cultivator.
The clan elders had placed great hopes in him, burdening him with the heavy responsibility of becoming a Dao Seed Level genius and retaking the Carp Eagle Blessed Land!
He had a slender build, a handsome face, and a refined, courteous way of speaking.
Dressed in a scholar’s robe, one might even mistake him for an instructor at some academy.
This was perhaps related to his studies at the Daoist Mansion of Eternal Life in the Celestial Domain during his youth.
The uncle and nephew met and conspired in secret.
The fastest route to the Cloud Sea Archipelago was through Shengyun Pass, which was not only passable but also relatively safe.
But now, Shengyun Pass had been lost; it was no longer in their hands.
Ostensibly, Fang Yang wanted to help Fang Hao retake Shengyun Pass.
But secretly, Fang Yang signaled for Fang Hao to intentionally fail to retake it.
In everything he did, Fang Yang was trying to buy time.
This was a blatant scheme. As the command-holder, Fang Yang could afford to wait, but others could not.
And though Fang Hao was confused by Fang Yang’s arrangements, he still chose to trust him.
Because now, Fang Yang was the Qilin son of the Fang Clan!
This action, just like his meeting with Fang Min, was carried out with extreme subtlety, never once put into words.
