Chapter 866: Chapter 286: Your Boss’s Boss
"Divine Elder, can your plan succeed this time?"
At the Divine Elder’s tent, Cang Ji was already prepared for the expedition.
Hua Taodie was helping Cang Ji with his attire. Cang Ji was a meticulous member of the Yangxiang Race, with strict requirements for his appearance and dress.
Fortunately, Hua Taodie understood Cang Ji’s taste and needs.
Every time Cang Ji went on an expedition, Hua Taodie would arrange his clothes, and Cang Ji only trusted Hua Taodie for this task.
"Taotao, I’m sure I will succeed!
"People of Divine Land love their reputation, and Lin Dongqi especially loves to boast. After I captured seven Grandmasters, he cannot sit idly by.
"Lin Dongqi has no choice; he will definitely agree to duel me. Once he steps into the Celestial Net Prison, he has no escape. This Ninth-Grade heart is mine!"
Cang Ji said calmly.
His tone was gentle.
"Inside the Celestial Net Prison, it’s a fight to the death; only one person can survive. You’ll be in danger too!"
Hua Taodie was deeply worried.
Celestial Net Prison.
It is a treasure of the Eight Races Sacred Land; once someone enters, even a Ninth-Grade fighter cannot escape.
Two supreme fighters, and only one could live.
Mutual harm.
Cang Ji planned to use the lives of seven Grandmasters of the Wuwen Race to threaten Lin Dongqi into entering the Celestial Net Prison.
Hua Taodie worried Lin Dongqi might use some plot to deal with Cang Ji.
After all, the opponent was also a Corps General of Divine Land.
"Haha, Taotao, you’re overthinking. Over the years, I’ve defeated Lin Dongqi countless times. His moves are entirely within my grasp.
"Lin Dongqi is already at the end of his rope. Though he is a General of Divine Land, he doesn’t truly want to die; he’s merely forced to confront me.
"The temperament of Divine Land people has sealed Lin Dongqi’s fate."
Cang Ji turned, affectionately patting Hua Taodie’s head.
"Elder, please be safe. If anything happens to you, I will immediately follow you out of this world!"
Hua Taodie nodded firmly.
"What are you saying? How could I, Cang Ji, die?"
Cang Ji chuckled.
If outsiders saw this scene, they would surely think this Cang Ji was an impostor.
For it was known that Cang Ji rarely smiled and was prone to violence. Who dared mention death in his presence?
In all of Jing Niao City, only Hua Taodie dared to speak to Cang Ji this way.
"Taotao, just wait.
"Once I reach the pinnacle, I can do as I please. Then, I can openly marry you as my formal wife.
"Years of grievances borne by you!"
Cang Ji gently embraced Hua Taodie.
Hua Taodie, belonging to the Blood Boiling Race, according to Yangxiang Race’s law, can only be Cang Ji’s concubine, without the right to be his formal wife.
Thus, Cang Ji never had a wife.
He only had a group of concubines.
In Cang Ji’s heart, a formal wife meant only one person, and that was Hua Taodie.
No one could replace Hua Taodie’s position.
"Elder, why bother! I am merely a ordinary Martial Artist of the Blood Boiling Race, just a Qi and Blood Martial Artist. I’m not worthy of being called a formal wife. Being able to serve you for a lifetime satisfies me."
Hua Taodie smiled gently, continuing to arrange Cang Ji’s clothes.
"Taotao, do you remember how we first met?
"At that time, my powers were lost, and my life was hanging by a thread, half my life almost gone.
"You risked danger to save me, and because of me, your parents were slaughtered by the Four-armed Race, and you almost died too.
"I, Cang Ji, cannot forget the look in your eyes back then. In this lifetime, I will only admit one wife, and that’s you!"
Cang Ji sighed.
For him, concubines meant nothing; with a mere wave, countless beauties from the Yangxiang Race would flock to him.
But that was not love.
Cang Ji had a psychological obsession.
He always believed that only those who stayed beside him in adversity truly loved him.
Others admired his status, feared his power, or coveted his authority.
They were opportunists, that was not love.
The one who didn’t mind his predicament, who loved him truly, was only one, only Hua Taodie.
Thus, in Cang Ji’s heart, the person he loved was only Hua Taodie.
However, over the years, Cang Ji felt indebted to Hua Taodie.
A Ninth-Grade Divine Elder unable to give his beloved the title of formal wife, Cang Ji had held this frustration within himself.
Therefore, he plotted to seize Lin Dongqi’s heart.
He must reach the pinnacle.
The sooner, the better.
"Elder, how can I claim such merit."
Hua Taodie’s eyes glistened with tears.
"You are my rightful formal wife. All of this is your due!
"I have to go to the barracks to command, you should stay inside the tent and wait for my victorious return!"
Cang Ji gripped Hua Taodie’s hand, turned, and left the barracks.
Pinnacle.
This was Cang Ji’s lifelong goal.
Everyone knew he could break through.
But it required time.
The shortcut to shortening this time was refining the heart of a Ninth-Grade fighter.
Lin Dongqi was an excellent choice.
For Hua Taodie, for his ambitions, for the face of the Yangxiang Race.
This heart was certainly Cang Ji’s.
...
"Big brother, how can we kill Hua Taodie?"
Not far from the Divine Elder’s barracks, Yang Lezhi and Zhao Qian’en were hidden in a corner, disguised as a pile of firewood.
Though the temperature in Jing Niao City was relatively dry, it couldn’t be compared to Earth, still needing flames to dispel moisture. This pile of wood also provided the two a hiding spot.
Yang Lezhi was troubled!
The tent was surrounded by guards, it was impossible to get in.
"Wait!"
Zhao Qian’en watched Cang Ji’s distant silhouette, eager to immediately slaughter this beast.
Of course, Zhao Qian’en was a Fifth Grade fighter, he couldn’t act impulsively.
A military leader, acting out of emotion is most forbidden.
Zhao Qian’en was never impulsive, which was why Lin Dongqi dared to entrust the Zhao Qi Corps to him.
Some Martial Artists were unparalleled in bravery but unsuitable as leaders.
After all, your decisions affect the lives of countless soldiers.
In Divine Land, the most notorious example was Su Qingfeng.
Alone, he achieved numerous feats, even breaking through the Eight Races Sacred Land.
But Su Qingfeng’s command ability was a complete mess, more muddled than glue, unbearable to witness.
Brute force and rash action, lacking any tactical discussion.
Of course, Su Qingfeng was self-aware; he never sought to command an army.
Zhao Qian’en prefers to plan things out.
He never acts impulsively.
Calmness is the primary element.
"The war is about to begin, when do we have to wait until?"
Yang Lezhi was anxious.
The streets were bustling, clearly the sound of an army gathering.
If nothing unexpected happens, in about two hours, the massive army of Jing Niao City will once again press on the Wet Ghost Tower in the Eastern Combat Zone.
This time, it involves the lives of seven Grandmasters.
Two hours seems long, but when it comes to actual action, it’s just a blink of an eye.
"It’s here!"
Suddenly, Zhao Qian’en whispered.
"It’s here? What is here? Did your aunt flow come?"
Yang Lezhi said irritably.
He really could keep his cool.
"Get into disguise, we need to go to Hua Taodie’s camp."
Zhao Qian’en couldn’t be bothered with Yang Lezhi’s sarcasm, having already gotten used to it along the way.
"What... huh... This guy, he’s going to carry us?"
Yang Lezhi turned his head again.
A Ninth Grade of the Yangxiang Race came over, unerringly placing him and Zhao Qian’en onto a wooden cart.
Yang Lezhi was scared out of his wits.
This Yangxiang seemed intentional.
"Steady your breathing, this is a secret agent dispatched by the Zhao Qi Corps!"
On the wooden cart, Zhao Qian’en reminded Yang Lezhi.
There were many guards outside the camp, do not let any flaws be seen.
On Earth, many people from the human race were spineless and betrayed to the Yangxiang Sect. And in Jing Niao City, there were certainly genuine Yangxiang traitors as well.
For various reasons, they became secret agents for the Zhao Qi Corps.
Some were driven by hatred, others by greed, though the reasons varied, they were not much different in mind from human race traitors.
After all, no race is a monolithic block.
"Secret agent?
"Big brother, you can actually mobilize the secret agents of the Zhao Qi Corps?"
Yang Lezhi observed.
Indeed, this Yangxiang clearly could hear their voices but turned a blind eye.
He seemed to be specifically delivering fuel to the tent.
Yang Lezhi was truly impressed.
Unexpected, this big brother had some means.
"Stop talking nonsense, to kill Hua Taodie, we can only do it inside the tent. We are truly safe only upon entering the tent, you must disguise yourself well."
Zhao Qian’en warned coldly.
As for the secret agent answering to him, wasn’t that a given.
He was the superior of the secret agent commanders, having fully planned the secret agent camp. How could he possibly not mobilize them?
Very smoothly!
The Yangxiang secret agent said nothing, successfully delivering Zhao Qian’en and Yang Lezhi inside.
"Empress, the firewood has arrived!"
The secret agent said, keeping his head down.
Yang Lezhi observed that this secret agent looked at Hua Taodie with hatred flashing in his pupils.
"Got it, put it down.
"Hmph, those backstabbing concubines, daring to gossip, I’ll kill every one I see!"
After waving off the secret agent, Hua Taodie muttered to herself.
People.
All have two faces.
In front of Cang Ji, Hua Taodie always presented a pitiful appearance.
But against Cang Ji’s concubines, she was ruthless and unscrupulous.
This Yangxiang delivering fuel wanted revenge on Hua Taodie.
His sister was tortured by Hua Taodie for ten days and nights before eventually dying horribly, the outcome was tragic beyond compare.
So, he became a secret agent of the Zhao Qi Corps, determined to exact revenge!
Before leaving.
The secret agent glanced deeply at Yang Lezhi and them, seeing the hope of revenge.
The assassins of the Zhao Qi Corps were formidable, disguised as firewood, he didn’t even notice at such close range.
"Yang Lezhi, soon I will use your body as a cage to capture Hua Taodie alive, listen to my command, do not resist the external Qi Blood!"
Hua Taodie didn’t notice any abnormalities with the cart of firewood.
She was feigning sleep on the bed.
This was when Zhao Qian’en softly instructed.
"What? I don’t understand!"
Yang Lezhi was confused.
Using my body as a cage?
My pure body, how can it be a cage?
Possession?
"I’ve practiced a combat technique that can merge the severely injured Hua Taodie with you, although it can only last for a few hours, it’s enough.
"Killing Hua Taodie here is too easy for Cang Ji, I want to torture her to death in front of Cang Ji."
Zhao Qian’en squinted his eyes.
He had already brewed up a mortal attack, in fact, the time when his power was suppressed was nearing its end, he had already restored a considerable amount of Qi Blood.
Zhao Qian’en was confident that once he regained his full strength, he would be Ninth Grade.
Yes.
He had made a breakthrough.
"Such a bizarre combat technique? Can I refuse?"
Yang Lezhi was dumbfounded.
If I imprison Hua Taodie in my body, am I a man or a woman?
Do I need to squat to pee?
Truly frustrating.
"Actually, I can also use my own body to imprison Hua Taodie, but in that case, the credit wouldn’t go to you.
"You can think it over, the merits shouldn’t be few, after all, it’s killing Cang Ji’s wife."
Zhao Qian’en added.
Using Yang Lezhi’s body to imprison would allow the credit to be attributed to Yang Lezhi.
Zhao Qian’en was about to be Ninth Grade, he had no use for credits.
"Let me do it, for the greater cause of the human race, I, Yang Lezhi, will sacrifice my life willingly, what fear is there in a mere mortal shell!"
Upon hearing about military merit, Yang Lezhi thought of credits.
Once he thought about credits, Yang Lezhi envisioned himself mastering a peerless combat technique.
Such an opportunity couldn’t be missed.
...
It’s gotten late, sorry everyone.
