Chapter 1493: Chapter 92: No One Leans Beside Anymore
At the mountain gate of the Weiming Sect, the Taoist in the Jade Crown looked at Mu Shanxue as he descended the mountain, then turned to the Sect Leader.
“You’ll just let him go?”
The Sect Leader shook his head and sighed:
“If one’s Taoist heart is clouded, what does cultivation matter?”
“You and I both underestimated the human heart…”
The Taoist in the Jade Crown spoke coldly, “But is he just talking nonsense?”
The Sect Leader chuckled and said, “Who knows? I cannot stop him. As he left, he took a drop of Chonghe’s heart blood from a fingertip. I don’t know what he intends, or maybe I do.”
“Can fools not speak their dreams?”
Mu Shanxue’s right fingertip was stained with a pure, glass-like red. A breeze brushed by, making his finger slightly cool. The essence of Heavenly Secrets subtly guided him, and he softly said:
“Little Junior Brother, wait for .”
In the distance, the Taoist in a robe drifted away, a sword strapped to his back.
…
Spring had arrived. Even though it was only early spring, the Northern Frontier’s cold, which could freeze yak to death, was suddenly broken. The number of braziers in the golden tent was reduced to half that in winter. The Northern Xiongnu King and Mr. Chu sat by a brazier drinking wine.
The Northern Xiongnu King stirred the fine charcoal with an iron poker to make the fire burn brighter.
He lifted his head and casually said to Mr. Chu:
“Mr. Chu says, the markers have been set?”
“Yes, we dispatched two groups. One was difficult, and they did not return alive. The other succeeded. A few days ago, they set up the corresponding Heavenly chanism Formation. With that, the people of Heaven can follow the Spiritual Rhy chanism waves to this world.”
“What does Mr. Chu plan to do?”
“Has the king not already made a decision on this matter? According to our plan, before officially entering the Central Plains and killing their emperor, we need to suppress their arrogance. Otherwise, they will act like their ancestors. I think the king would not want to use the Northern Xiongnu army in this role.”
The Northern Xiongnu King drank from his golden cup and said:
“Out of the thirty-six kingdoms of the Western Regions, eleven rely on the Northern Frontier. The rest are uneasy because of Qin’s actions against us. However, making them attack the Western Protectorate of the Great Qin, I don’t think they have the nerve. If they could, they wouldn’t have split into thirty-six parts.”
Mr. Chu smiled slightly and said:
“But what if they are willing to do so themselves?”
The Northern Xiongnu King felt a slight shock in his heart.
Mr. Chu spoke calmly:
“I can use the Heart Imprint Technique to enter the minds of others, leaving traces in their hearts, slightly altering their thoughts and ideas. To influence a hero commanding vast lands like His Majesty, or a Martial Artist in the Grandmaster Realm, is almost impossible.”
“But for the generals of the thirty-six small kingdoms of the Western Regions, it is a simple task.”
“Though it still requires sufficient cost.”
He fingered his pale, straw-like long hair, faintly self-mocking, and continued:
“The fate of the Western Regions depends on a crack. Whether in the face of the strong Northern Frontier or the Great Qin, it is unfavorable for the thirty-six kingdoms’ growth and developnt. Many in their court wish to attack the Great Qin, to alleviate pressure on the Northern Frontier. Otherwise, when Qin State swallows the Northern Frontier, where will the thirty-six kingdoms be? They are just lacking an excuse.”
“Thus, by influencing just three people, a mighty montum can be unleashed.”
“This is the art of using montum.”
“By then, when all the ministers seek profit in military exploits, even the kings of the Western Regions will have no strength to resist, swept forward by this great montum.”
The Northern Xiongnu King’s actions of drinking paused slightly, and he asked himself inwardly, concluding that it was impossible for the person before him to ever influence his thoughts. The generals of those small Western kingdoms were influenced only because their thoughts were not firm enough.
Upon reaching this thought, the Northern Xiongnu King felt a sense of disdain, then promptly dismissed the notion, treating it as unimportant as the wine in his hand, and instead considered the possibility of the Western Regions launching a strong attack on the Great Qin’s border cities.
He did not notice the further whitening of Mr. Chu’s hair and the sarcasm in his eyes.
“Has Mister set a ti?”
Mr. Chu smiled and said:
“In three days.”
……
The first spring rain had fallen on the lands of the Western Regions, the drizzle soaking into the black soil, softening the earth hardened by the north wind. Grass buds sprouted, and from afar it looked as though the earth was covered with a light green blanket.
About fifty miles from the Western Protectorate General, there was an open-air district market built by the Qin people.
Though called a district market, it already resembled a town, built on sowhat steep terrain to guard against bandits. Goods brought from various parts of the Central Plains were gathered and organized here, waiting for rchants from the Western Regions to co.
Using Central Plains porcelain, silk, and tea to trade for the Western Regions’ wild animal furs and unique minerals hard to find in the Central Plains was a profitable deal for both parties, and rchants who earned silver coins were never stingy with a few taels of silver.
So around here, restaurants and inns were established, and around these sprang up places selling food and fabric. The rchants’ guards needed to repair their weapons, so there were blacksmith shops, heavy hamrs striking on glowing anvils, sending up sparks.
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