Reborn as Powerful Minister's Beloved-Chapter 534 - 513 First Update

Wen Sheng’s brows furrowed as he stared intently at the man before him.

"What’s too late?" Wen Sheng pressed, looking towards the tall, skinny man who immediately stepped forward, gesturing to shove the object in his hand into the mouth of the other man.

The man’s mind was already bordering on madness, simply shaking his head incessantly, his eyes filled with terror that no longer had a tangible target, as he struggled furiously, suddenly snapping his own collarbone with a crack.

"What’s too late? You think your petty tricks can succeed, you think the activities conducted in secret by Qiandao Temple, when exposed to the world in the future, won’t be despised by everyone!" Wen Sheng crouched down and spoke rapidly.

That man, upon hearing the mention of Qiandao Temple, suddenly froze, his eyes turning fearfully towards Wen Sheng, and Wen Sheng instantly knew he was right, the real masterminds were indeed from Qiandao Temple.

"Qiandao Temple, it really is Qiandao Temple." Wen Sheng stood up, a cold laugh escaping him. Even in such a deranged state, the response to the three words ’Qiandao Temple’ could only be instinctual.

"No, it’s not, it’s too late, everything is too late—" Wen Sheng immediately signaled the tall, skinny man to continue.

The skinny man quickly stuffed the object into the mouth of the man, who immediately realized what the skinny man held and, filled with immense horror, let out a bizarre howl. His constantly writhing body seemed like it was about to pierce through the skin with the broken collarbone protruding from his neck.

Only then did Deputy General Geng notice that the tall, skinny man was wearing something very special on his hand, like a glove, no wonder even the people from Qiandao Temple were so afraid of it, and yet it could be held in hand.

"What’s too late, what other plans do you have?" Wen Sheng immediately asked. "Not talking, are you? Then watch how the people under you die first."

With that, the skinny man moved the object in his hand towards another person tied up nearby, this time without any pretense, and shoved it straight into that person’s mouth. Before the fear in the person’s eyes could spread, his body suddenly tensed up the next instant, emitting a bizarre scream, terrifying and eerie. The skin on his face burst open at a speed visible to the naked eye, revealing deep red muscles. The person rolled on the ground, emitting a blood-curdling scream of unbearable pain. But what was truly horrifying was that bubbles the size of fingertips started forming on his skin, like boiling water.

Everyone standing inside the tent shuddered with fear, and the leader of the bound group, seeing his own person struggling in agony on the ground, knew that the pain was a thousand times worse than it looked on the surface.

"I’ll talk, I’ll tell everything." The man finally spoke up, unable to bear the screams of the person on the ground any longer.

Immediately, all eyes turned to the man.

"Our people have infiltrated the Northern Border, just waiting for the signal of success from this side before they act. If there is no signal, they will move in three days..." the man said tremulously, his body drenched as though soaked in cold water, his face wet with cold sweat from pain and fear, his defeated expression utterly devoid of fighting spirit, "Please, give him a quick death..."

Wen Sheng showed no intention of continuing the interrogation, leaving the tall, skinny man momentarily at a loss, not knowing whether to proceed, and could only look towards Deputy General Geng. Deputy General Geng nodded, and immediately a soldier stepped forward, drew a curved knife, and with a swift motion, sliced off the man’s head.

The bound people seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, as if they had been liberated.

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"General, what do we do now?" Deputy General Geng immediately sought instructions from General Wen Sheng, as the veracity of the enemies’ information was unknown, and at the moment, they lacked the ability to judge its truth. If it was another trap...

"Geng Liang, take some men with my token and personally go find the Marquis of Zhenbei; inform him of this matter. The rest should stay put and enter the capital with me," Wen Sheng directed. What occupied his thoughts most at this moment was the situation in the capital. If Qiandao Temple had truly reached an agreement with Zheng Congyuan, then every member of the Wen Family in Zheng Capital was in grave danger, and they could ill afford to wait.

Right now, they were visible, but the enemy was hidden. Their only advantage was the message they had just received and not yet disclosed.

Therefore, neither the Southeastern Army nor the Eastern Border Army could act rashly at this juncture, but instead, they had to conceal their movements.

General Wen Sheng quickly understood and awaited the arrival of the remaining Southeastern Army at the camp. He immediately devised a plan, deciding everyone would discreetly split up and disguise themselves to enter the capital.

Once the plan was settled, all members of the Eastern Border Army rested for the night. At the break of dawn, they quietly left the camp in batches. Except for the leader of the captured from Qiandao Temple, who was personally escorted by General Wen Sheng to enter the capital, the rest were disposed of on the spot.

Soon a fire started in the camp and quickly grew into a huge blaze, obscuring half the sky. The rising morning sun was also veiled by its brightness. The fire burned fiercely for three days, completely destroying the camp without leaving a trace. freewebnøvel_com

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The Northern Border had long been in the grip of bitter cold, entirely blanketed in snow covering the land. Apart from the occasional exposed tips of the snow-covered pine forest, like dark and desolate pillars, everything was still within the white expanse.

Yet the troops of the North Border Army were seldom seen marching across the vast white landscape.

The messages from Zheng Capital had already urged three times, hastening the Marquis of Zhenbei to lead his men in support.

The Marquis of Zhenbei was unwilling to give up, however. Having flattened the Northwest Camp, he discovered it had already been abandoned. Though he had slain the Northwest Camp’s commanding officer, the main force of the Northwest Army was still intact, surely still within the Northern Border.

Because the key passes of the Northern Border were firmly controlled by the Marquis of Zhenbei, as long as there was no word from that side, it meant the Northwest Army was still there.

The Marquis of Zhenbei and his men spent three whole days searching the borderlands of the Northern Border. Not only did they fail to spot a single member of the Northwest Army, but the people of Ghoul Ravine had grown impatient.

"My lord, as long as the Northwest Army is still in the Northern Border, they certainly cannot escape. If we just defend Yulin County, the Northwest Army won’t be able to enter Zheng Capital. Once everything is settled in Zheng Capital, even if the Northwest Army returns there, they will be of no value," a trusted aide immediately said.

The Marquis of Zhenbei was dissatisfied. He had long awaited the opportunity to wipe out the Northwest Army completely and was not willing to let this chance slip away; however, with Zheng Capital pressuring him urgently, the Marquis had to make a temporary decision and ordered his troops to march south.

Accompanying the Northern Border Army was a peculiar troop. This troop, mixed among the soldiers of the Northern Border Army, stood out as decidedly strange, yet no one dared speak a word about it.

The Marquis of Zhenbei was not just polite to this special troop; he ensured the best food and horses were reserved for them daily. Whenever the troop needed to stop to rest, the Northern Border Army had no choice but to halt and rest alongside them.

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