Cultivation: Fortune by Lots-Chapter 517 - 257. Beat him into an idiot! (Two-in-one Chapter)_5
The east side was just a decoy.
Unless Ye Yan and Chu Xiuyuan both left along the eastern coastline.
If that happened, King Sea Chrysanthemum would probably lead a pack of East Sea Great Demons ashore to wreak havoc once again.
"King Sea Chrysanthemum was certainly formidable, single-handedly ’holding back’ two of our Human Race’s Great Confucians from the Ninth Heavenly Layer," Lei Jun commented casually.
This time, Master Yuan Mobai refrained from admonishing his disciple to watch his words, and simply said, "The main force of the Divine Strategy Army in the capital was already prepared to mobilize, but no official order to leave the city had been given yet, likely because the imperial court was still observing the situation to the east and west,
Yet because Guanlong was in imminent danger, His Majesty ordered that the Jingxiang Fang Clan and the experts of Mount Shu Sect head north to reinforce Guanlong, assisting the local royal family cultivators and Pure Yang Palace to stabilize the situation."
Back during the demon uprising in the Western Regions, the Xiao Clan from outside Long (region) suffered devastating losses. Now, even if they wanted to aid Pure Yang Palace, their strength simply did not suffice.
Fortunately, neither the Mount Shu Sect nor the Jingxiang Fang Clan were passive—upon receiving word, they rallied their top experts and led teams to reinforce Guanlong without delay.
On the Fang Clan’s side, Fang Huansheng himself, the chief elder overseeing affairs during the Clan Chief’s seclusion, led the team in person—a sign of utmost seriousness.
Lei Jun said, "So, the Great Tang’s southwest was left quite empty."
The good news was, perhaps it was a risk worth taking.
Back then, the turmoil in the Western Regions resulted in catastrophic losses for the Human Race’s cultivation world—it was a bitter victory.
*Still, a bitter victory was a victory.*
For the demon horde to the west of the Great Tang, a regretful defeat was nonetheless a defeat, and they suffered even heavier losses.
After that battle, the upper echelons of the demons in the Western Regions were nearly wiped out—not something that could recover in just a decade or so.
At present, the only powerful demons left in the west were those few on the Snowy Plateau.
And as fate would have it, those very demons had an extremely hostile relationship with the Great Demons to the south of the Great Tang—each side had slaughtered many of the other’s kind.
While killing fellow cultivators and seizing Spiritual Objects could draw almost every Great Demon, the demon race itself was plagued by internecine slaughters, just as bloody.
It was precisely because battles between top Great Demons constantly raged outside the southwest border of the Great Tang, that the frontier had enjoyed relative peace in recent years; even the Southern Wilderness had seen a few years of good fortune, with fewer invasions than before.
"There’d also been trouble at Vajra Temple, attacked by Great Void Temple—it’s a mess at the moment," Yuan Mobai remarked.
He evidently sensed what Lei Jun was contemplating, and directly said, "Even my own information channels as your teacher were severed for now and hadn’t yet recovered, but I did know that a massive upheaval struck Vajra Temple, and odd changes had occurred in the flow of Global Spiritual Qi nearby."
After temporarily ending the conversation with Master Yuan Mobai, Lei Jun lapsed into deep thought, silent.
Lei Jun’s current location was the southeast mountains from the old site of Ye Clan Ancestral Land, in the region of Duanlong Gorge referenced by the perfectly neutral lot.
From what he currently understood, Tianle Mountain in the moderately good lot’s northeast mountain region was the site of Ye Moquan’s arrangements for the Wuyou Tribulation, with Ye Han assisting in its management.
The other two moderately unlucky lots, judging by direction, should correspond to Wei Ancheng and the Thousand Leaves Butterfly King respectively.
After studying Duanlong Gorge, Lei Jun soon discovered there’d once been a sacrificial ritual here.
Judging by the signs, it appeared to be the Jinzhou Ye Clan’s secret divine skill, the Comprehensive Tribulation.
Also called the Tribulation of All Under Heaven.
This too had been another contingency set up by Ye Moquan.
Its function was to probe and restrict the flow of Earth Vein Spiritual Qi, specifically as a defense against the reigning Empress.
Yet since the destruction of the Jinzhou Ye Clan’s ancestral land, Duanlong Gorge had lost its value too.
The Ye Clan members responsible here were very capable—once they sensed the disturbance at the ancestral land, they wasted no time before withdrawing with their people.
By the time Lei Jun arrived, the place was already deserted.
Though he could not yet tell what the Fifth Grade Opportunity from the perfectly neutral lot might be, Lei Jun did not press the matter.
His purpose for this visit was to gather more records and Spiritual Objects related to the Jinzhou Ye Clan.
Even just a few lingering clues would do.
The more, the richer, the better his future research would be.
.........
Youzhou, Prince Zhao’s Mansion.
Ye Moquan, the Clan Chief of the Jinzhou Ye Clan, stood inside the side chamber, watching a tall, splendidly clad man whose appearance suggested he was only about forty years old depart.
That person was none other than King Zhang Teng.
Although youthful in looks, he was a senior royal family elder, famed for many years, and a son of Emperor Taizong of the Tang.
Once, one of the main roles Prince Zhao’s Mansion played in Youzhou had been to restrain the Youzhou Forest Clan.
But times had changed.
The Youzhou Forest Clan and the Jinzhou Ye Clan had now joined forces with Prince Zhao’s Mansion.
In some ways, King Zhang Teng was even the ally Ye Moquan trusted most.
So long as Zhang Teng still coveted that north-facing throne in the imperial palace hall, he, Ye Moquan, Lin Huan, and the others had a basis for cooperation.
Ye Yan was at the seaside in Youzhou.
Ye Moquan spread paper and picked up his brush, preparing to write a letter to him.
Yet as soon as he raised his pen, the tip suddenly paused in midair for a long moment.
His mind abruptly went blank.
*What was I about to write?*
After hesitating a while, Ye Moquan eventually recovered his wits.
He stared at the pristine paper before him, then at the ink brush in his hand, all at once seized by a cold dread.
*Ye Moquan forcibly calmed himself, then began trying to test his faculties in various ways.*
*He knew the reason; in the final moments of the Jinzhou battle, Xu Yuanzhen’s strike upon him was to blame.*
If she had been willing to risk injury herself, she could have killed Ye Moquan on the spot.
But she did not do so.
Her attack struck at Ye Moquan’s spiritual soul.
It was hard to purge, and would steadily accumulate.
The wounds targeted his spirit, causing Ye Moquan’s powers of thought and memory to plummet rapidly!
At present, it appeared subtle, but in reality, the decline would hasten fast.
*Until he ended up like someone with dementia...*
