Chapter 153: Chapter 116: Feng Ying’s Greatest Achievent Chapter 153: Chapter 116: Feng Ying’s Greatest Achievent His lower body was still imrsed in the tree trunk, but his upper body had already erged, like a person slowly “growing” out of this tree. It was enough to scare faint-hearted people out of their wits if they were to witness this.
With vigilance, Feng Yin surveyed his surroundings, ensuring that he was alone, before pulling out Feng Ying from his pocket, “Go check it out.”
Feng Ying’s ears flickered, his eyes spun around, and with a whoosh, he transford into an afterimage and vanished.
Compared to Feng Yin’s reliance on external assistance, Feng Ying was truly fast.
And his progress was even faster.
His speed by now far surpassed what it had been before.
Feng Ying entered the Prefectural Governor’s mansion through a dog hole, blitzing in like a flash of light.
His speed was so swift that even Feng Yin who stared hard at him failed to catch the exact mont.
During Feng Yin’s third attempt, due to his vantage point from above, he unexpectedly noticed that the other side was not completely uninterested in the ongoing battle here. On the contrary, it was bustling with a few vague shadows sneaking around.
But because the distance was too far, and it was deep into the night, even though he noticed it, he couldn’t get a clear look.
Nevertheless, during his subsequent actions he paid special attention to this.
But after that fleeting glimpse, there was no further movent from the other side inside the Prefectural Governor’s mansion.
As if anticipations had arisen and beco more subtle—this was Feng Yin’s feeling.
He instinctively felt sothing was off.
His operations here were earth-shattering whereas they were ghostly silent on the other side, what a stark contrast.
So, he ceased upon killing eight targets and didn’t make another move.
In reality, he only had two objectives for this trip. One of which, just like Fei Xinyu’s speculation, was to ‘practice the blade’. Using this battle to unseal the Sky Opening Nine Styles.
He wanted to use real combat to hone this skill as quickly as possible, keeping it as his secret trump card for self-protection.
Contrary to Feng Yin’s expectations, the first move of the Sky Opening Nine Styles was incredibly powerful; more so, every ti he made a cut, he seed to gain a different kind of understanding.
This step-by-step epiphany allowed each subsequent strike to improve upon the previous one, raising it to a new level of power.
This sense of actual improvent gave Feng Yin a bit of a rush. Moreover, this continuous progress and constant improvent made him feel excited.
He was hooked.
He couldn’t resist it.
Originally, he only had four targets to assassinate. But after he had killed all four targets, he continued to kill. By the ti he delivered the last strike, which was his eighth one, he had the audacity to choose a silver-level target!
His achievents were still splendid. With just one cut, he beheaded his enemy. It was a lethal attack! At that mont, Feng Yin felt as if his blood was boiling: I am so powerful!
Sky Opening Nine Styles, the first form, Chaos Blade, domineering!
Feng Yin hid within the tree, reflecting on the eight slashes he had made in this battle for quite a while.
Particularly the changes in the sword intent, he couldn’t help but keep touching on it.
“A blade erges, opening the heavens and the earth! What kind of sensation was this, what a paramount force! No wonder you need a longer and much heavier blade for this move!”
“Because when it’s not heavy, it’s not intimidating, so that kind of mighty and domineering sensation won’t manifest itself!”
“This kind of swordsmanship, which values montum, no doubt embodies… One blade in hand, defeating a thousand on demand!”
“Mighty as a mountain, majestic as a ridge; moving like a thunderclap striking straight on, yet also carrying the wrath of ferocious billows. Once the blade is unsheathed, the only outcos are earth-shattering, or the sky falling and the earth splitting!”
“So domineering! …No, it’s not domineering, it’s a kind of… heroism! It should be magnanimity!”
Feng Yin seed to have understood sothing.
However, he couldn’t help but wonder, who was the creator of this sword technique and what kind of mindset he had to invent such a thod?
It was gung-ho, majestic, mighty, and domineering!
Every ti he unsheathed the blade, a surge of pride would well up from his heart. He felt that even if he were to face a hundred thousand strong army alone, he would not retreat half a step, and could still achieve victory.
“The creator of this sword technique must have been a madman,” Feng Yin decided in his heart.
He thought this while keeping one eye on Feng Yin’s movents.
Now that he and Feng Ying shared thoughts, he had a faint sense of the little guy’s actions in the Prefectural Governor’s mansion from The Other Side.
Feng Ying entered the Prefectural Governor’s mansion quietly and even sneaked into the Prefectural Governor’s study.
He then followed Feng Yin’s instructions, observing the surroundings carefully. After a full inspection, he found nothing and retreated the sa way he had entered.
As he left, he didn’t forget to use his tail to swipe away the trace he had left behind, especially his scent which he made sure to eliminate.
Then he made his way to the backyard, where he unexpectedly slled the scent of ink.
Could there be another study here?
The little creature, excited by its prey, quietly approached and nimbly hopped onto the windowsill. Its small tongue, just a gentle lick against the window paper, sounded with a soft scrape. The tiny barbs on its tongue had scraped off a layer of the window paper, which it now cradled in its mouth as it knelt there on the sill, big eyes peering in.
Oh, soone’s there.
…
Bai Yihwen had just finished writing his proposal at this mont. Although he had a separate bedroom, he was accustod to sleeping in his study.
He had just lain down, but sohow, he felt unsettled.
If that was the case, he would get up again and examine his plan step by step in the darkness.
“Is there a hole in the plan?”
“The key now is whether the armies of Great Qi and Great Yan can progress smoothly according to the plan. The Great Yan side is fine, but the Great Qi… passing Ma Qiange’s muster is extrely difficult.”
“The defense army of Yuezhou… Even with the current setup, the probability of defection is still low. Wang Sanyuan can only mobilize a limited number of people, which could be a fatal flaw. Alas, the best way to create chaos can only be put into writing… Stir up the blood of the Great Qin’s youth with words, utilizing their loyalty to the Great Qin against the Great Qin’s rule!”
“I must admit that this tactic is not bad, these fools really are usable; the upper echelons of the Great Qin can’t find a way to cope with this kind of loyalty… Hmm, the Yuezhou poem needs further polishing, and another piece on the disaster-stricken populace; only then will it coincide well with the Yuezhou poem.”
“Do we need to write a piece…Lonely Tears? To write about the miserable state of the widows left behind by the Great Qin soldiers, to shake the military’s morale? Sigh… the effect won’t be significant, the military is difficult to shake; it is better to start with the masses and the scholars.”
Bai Yihwen frowned, forcing himself to think about the deficiencies in his plan and what should be expanded next.
“The people rise up to protect the country, while the officials only care about their own comfort… seems like a good entry point; we can turn the officials’ overall thinking into cowardice, a lack of moral courage… misinterpret it in this way to guide the people on the battlefield… eventually spread to the hearts of the populace in all four combat zones of the Great Qin, continually propagating, inciting opposition, and further infiltrating Great Qin’s populace’s heart… this tactic is feasible.”
“The other advantage of doing this… even if the desired effect is not achieved in Yuezhou, as long as this ideology is spread, it will have a huge impact on the young generation of Great Qin, and the people will be more influenced by the passionate scholars… thus affecting the next few years, or even a longer period, subtly leading so scholars to oppose the rulers.”
“In the future, they will enter politics, naturally leading to a struggle between the old and new parties… I hope I can live to preside over it, it must be amusing.”
“But if this is the entry point, what we are doing now is not enough, we need to add more, so explosive news.”
Bai Yihwen put on his outer robe, stepped out of bed, lit the lamp again, took out his plan, and prepared to make so revisions.
“I might not be able to return this ti, but I still ought to prepare these things for later days. Even if I am not there, the successors can follow my ideation and the planted seeds of officials and public opposition within Great Qin to smoothly develop, which is not difficult.”
He unfolded his proposal to report back to Miao Sensen, ground ink, held his brush, and intended to inscribe all his thoughts on it.
The brush danced like a dragon and snake, for a mont he felt the surge of thoughts, it was a flourishing under his brush, he had a thousand words to express, seeming to burst forth.
It was as if he was inspired by a spring.
So, he wrote briskly.
However, at the ti he was writing the most smoothly, a sudden sense of inexplicable crisis sprang up.
Bai Yihwen would never doubt his crisis awareness and instinctively lifted his head to look.
He saw two shimring green eyes on the window, glowing brightly like Night Pearls.
“Who’s there!”
Bai Yihwen instinctively threw his brush, grabbed the plan in both hands, ready to tear it apart.
This was an instinctual reaction, this docunt should not fall into the hands of Great Qin. If there were real danger, his action to destroy the docunt was quick enough.
If it was a false alarm, either way, everything was in his head, and he could write another copy anyti, anywhere.
However…
Chirp!
A white shadow darted past, and the half part of the article in his hand vanished.
Only the small piece left tightly held in his fingers.
It had been torn into two pieces. A large part had been taken away!
Bai Yihwen’s entire body was drenched in cold sweat in an instant, soaking his clothes, and he reflexively pushed out with his right palm, which produced a strong, howling force with impressive intimidation.
But he had already judged that the speed of the other party was simply beyond human reach. His cultivation was only provocative, tantamount to courting death, only hastening his end…
Bai Yihwen’s mind worked faster than his actions. He had already foreseen a counterattack that would kill him instantly. It was no surprise, given the speed of the person who had just captured the docunt.
He had failed.
But, suddenly, there was a whooshing sound, and with a single chirp, the white shadow instantly shot out of the window, becoming a trace of a shadow in the night sky.
“Catch him!”
Bai Yihwen’s mind suddenly changed, and he no longer cared about revealing himself, letting out a huge roar.
His palm seed to have felt sothing soft just before the sharp pain hit.
He took a quick glance downward.
His palm was drenched in blood, a piece of flesh had been ripped from his palm.
Even a piece of bone, connected to his fingers, had been torn out.
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