Chapter 1198: Chapter 222: You Ca—You Shouldn’t Have, But You Still Did (1/2)
The intelligence provided by the caravaneers was obtained after interrogating two captured bandits from the Great Wilderness Stronghold. It was a series of Parthian words, and the nas were quite difficult to pronounce. Gu Qinghan glanced at it and recognized the place. It was indeed in the vast wilderness between this city and the Parthia border.
That kind of place had poor harvests, where nothing would grow, and there were basically no settlents. However, being far from the city’s defending army, the characteristics of the Great Wilderness Stronghold’s cavalry of coming and going like the wind made it quite suitable to linger here.
On the way, Wang Anfeng bought so breakfast. After returning to the inn, he leisurely ate the water basin lamb at and grilled naan. The lamb here was extrely well-prepared, different from the Central Plains, without any gay or pungent sll. They added white radish chunks, carefully boiled the broth to a pure white, and sprinkled a handful of red chili powder, making it spicy and tempting.
Wang Anfeng ate to his heart’s content and finally used the harder edge of the grilled naan to wipe up the last of the broth from the basin, soaking up the lamb’s flavor. It was almost as good as big pieces of lamb. Once full and satisfied, his mind beca active again, washed his hands, pinched his brow, and slowly pondered his next move and strategy amid the aroma of tea.
The information and intelligence on the Great Wilderness Stronghold were already in hand.
Next, he should take the initiative to attack, wipe out this place altogether, and continue to follow the trail to find other locations. The only question was, how many people had the other side deployed? Would there be danger, or any information of significant value?
Such as ‘the whereabouts of the gold plundered by the Great Wilderness Stronghold.’
Aside from this, Wang Anfeng also had a vague suspicion in his heart, feeling that this intelligence seed a bit too simple. While there were so skilled hands among the caravaneers, the Great Wilderness Stronghold wasn’t easy prey either. It was incredible that they were able to capture live mbers of the stronghold so easily and extract intelligence from them.
The level of coincidence seed a bit too high.
After thinking about it, Wang Anfeng slipped a few Qin copper coins stained with blood from his right hand, controlled by the Qi chanism, and they danced between his fingers. The copper coins pierced through the air, drawing trajectories that beca faster and faster without colliding, leaving white traces in the air overlapping each other.
Copper coins, chopsticks, even grass roots, and reeds could be used as tools for divination calculations.
But this kind of mystical art was often easy to start with, as Jianghu magicians could play a few decent hands, but mastering it was extrely difficult. Usually, it took decades just to get in the door. Wang Anfeng relied solely on the Orb of Heavenly Secrets, a peculiar and extraordinary divine weapon of high status, to achieve this feat.
While Wang Anfeng was silently calculating in his heart, he couldn’t help but feel a bit self-mocking.
This is what is called the Dongfang Clan tradition…
If you’re undecided, calculate a divination.
No wonder it’s rumored in Jianghu that the Dongfang Clan is good at devising ingenious sches and acts ticulously.
As long as the cultivation of mystical arts is high enough, even a diocre mind wouldn’t make too terrible a mistake.
Unless the opponent is much stronger, or possesses sothing that can obscure the Heavenly Secrets, otherwise, you can always figure out sothing to so extent, avoid danger, and generally not end up dead, as long as you don’t seek death yourself.
Or maybe I should teach my third ntor the Heavenly Secrets Technique.
Wang Anfeng’s thoughts were racing, and his attention was slightly divided, but his control over the Qi chanism beca more precise. He casually manipulated the Qi from the divine weapon, the Orb of Heavenly Secrets, and eventually ford a hand seal.
The copper coins lost their montum simultaneously and landed in his hand.
Silent calculations occurred in Wang Anfeng’s mind, and he frowned slightly.
The divination indicates Heaven and Earth negated, the grand outco yields little.
In other words, if he really went all out to do this, the result might be a loss worse than the gain, expending a lot of effort and only catching a small thing.
This suggests that although the intelligence is not false, it only points to mbers of the Great Wilderness Stronghold who aren’t of much weight. Or, it’s a bait, or a trap? Is soone planning to fish?
Wang Anfeng squinted slightly, leaning towards the second possibility in his heart. He thought for a mont and took out the copper coin again.
Well, better calculate a divination before thinking further.
In the Shaolin Temple, a scholar squinted as he watched Wang Anfeng toss up the copper coin, his gaze sowhat unfriendly.
But unfortunately, this ti he couldn’t calculate anything. Previously, it was because he directly contacted relevant intelligence, which was equivalent to both sides’ destinies intersecting at that mont. Now, trying to calculate several steps beyond what might be encountered naturally yielded nothing.
Wang Anfeng felt a bit regretful as he put the copper coin away and slowly sorted out his thoughts.
Through a process of elimination, he already had so conclusions in his mind. In this matter that hadn’t yet surfaced, it involved the forces behind the caravaneers. If he wanted more insights, he feared he would have to find a way to et with them.
However, given today’s events, it would indeed be strange if they didn’t co knocking.
Wang Anfeng felt certain, casually tossed a copper coin.
The copper coin collided, and he caught it in his palm without looking, then chuckled softly:
“This divination, great fortune, goes as desired.”
…………
Night fell.
A figure hurried through the city. Although there were many passersby, no one noticed his presence or movents. His movent technique was already extrely fast, and his stance was leisurely. With hands behind his back, his toes gently tapped the ground, and he drifted forward several dozen feet, his robes fluttering slightly like a carefree immortal.
Yet the expression on his face wasn’t at all carefree. Instead, it repressed a surge of anger.
Because deep down, he was genuinely angry, angry and puzzled. He utterly couldn’t understand how such a big blunder could happen in just one day of his absence? The four brothers of the Bo Family, masters of the caravaneers, who were extrely eager to the point of losing their reason just a few days ago, suddenly behaved like different people, outright rejecting the action this ti.
Even the most reckless the fourth brother was not swayed by any provocations, behaving with terrifying calmness.
The fish that swallowed the bait had promptly and cleanly spit out all the bait? It’s truly unsettling!
The man was filled with rage.
Because their plan had been completely disrupted.
And the reason lay with the visitors today. Bo ng even handed over the intelligence to this group, but it was unknown who these people were, what purpose they had, and how they knew about these matters.
The man suddenly halted his movent technique and paused. His robe sleeves floated forward with the wind’s force, then fell again, standing in midair, and he looked at the inn opposite.
It was a very ordinary inn, unremarkable.
The warm yellow candlelight faintly glowed through the window’s thin sheer, casting the silhouette of the people inside onto the window. The man’s expression was extrely cold and indifferent, yet he did not imdiately charge in.
Taking a deep breath, he raised his hand to brush across his face, and his robe sleeves unfurled. His expression beca exceedingly gentle and amiable, as if conveying complete trustworthiness, though his eyes remained cold and indifferent, gazing at the inn with hidden mockery.
Since you’ve swallowed my bait, then either die or beco my pawn.
If you don’t want to be the warning chicken, you’d better obediently comply and be sent forth by .
Whether through benefit or strength…
As long as soone serves as a pawn, it doesn’t matter who the pawn is.
The man snorted coldly, flicked his robe sleeves, and released a soft superior True Qi. The closed window rattled with a couple of crisp sounds and gently swung open inward, at which point he was dressed in a feathered garnt, floating inside in white clothes with hair bound in a jade crown, large sleeves floating — presenting the visage of a great master, his expression smiling, composed, and calm, as he said aloud:
“Gentlen, I co uninvited, please forgive my intrusion.”
No one answered him.
The man hesitated for a mont, having intended to take the lead, but as soon as he entered, his pupils suddenly contracted.
The desk in front of the window held a cup of hot tea. A chair was placed next to it, with attendants on either side. Opposite sat a youth of no more than twenty years, whose expression was indifferent as he reclined in a wooden chair, his eyes opening and closing, and he said blandly:
“You’re here?”
You’re here?
The voice layered on itself, like a thousand people chanting, akin to a lion’s low growl yet serene and peaceful, as if penetrating directly into the heart, echoing from deep within the soul, amplifying and overlapping, growing increasingly distant.
The expression of the white-clad man suddenly froze.
PS: Here is today’s first update… 2,400 words~
The update’s pacing seems to have encountered an issue over the past couple of days, currently under revision.
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