Wish Woman IV

"Your Grace is absolutely right," a general with a Big Beard in the army laughed. "Now that Jin Yuyan left, the True One Western Sect already harbors resentment towards the Great Dao Sect. The so-called Five Sects Circle is nothing more than that. Its strongest point is Yue Dewen, and its weakest point is the same."

This person was a martial arts master who joined the army halfway through the journey. There were quite a few other masters who joined the army midway through the journey.

Some came alone, while others came with a small group.

There were even generals who came to join them with a considerable number of private soldiers.

These people were exceptionally powerful, and when they gathered in large numbers, they formed their own faction within the army. This created a clear distinction between them and the original generals of King Mu Li.

"Now that Yue Dewen is injured, the Great Dao Sect is in grave danger, and the other forces are opportunistic. As long as we forge ahead without wasting any time, we will surely reach Great Capital in one fell swoop," said the other general who had joined them along the way, raising his cup with a smile.

Among the dozens of martial arts generals present, the weakest possessed at least an Internal Method Super Grade. The few stronger ones were at the Three Voids and Grandmaster Realms.

At this moment, amidst the man's laughter, they surprisingly felt a faint tingling sensation throughout their bodies. Their expressions changed involuntarily.

They already felt that something was off about these guys who joined halfway through, and now it seems that they're more than just weird.

Looking at the familiarity and intimacy between these people and the Prince, everyone Central Capital the situation.

These days, nobody's a fool. How could they not see that these people were actually men that the Prince had planted in advance?

"It will take more than a month to reach Great Capital from here. There are many variables. It is said that the Weaving Elephant Army is already moving back. Although we have defeated Yue Dewen, we still have Snow Rainbow Pavilion to face. We cannot be careless."

King Mu Li raised his cup and reminded him with a smile.

"Besides, my brothers are no ordinary people; they must have backup plans, so we must be wary," he continued.

That being said, he now commands a vast array of experts, with the Great Bright Teaching Alliance masters and the Thousand Sect Alliance grandmasters joining forces, in addition to his own immense resources accumulated over many years.

There are also powerful figures from the Black List Crimson List assisting them.

The army has expanded its strength smoothly all the way, and now it has reached nearly 800,000.

The looted grain carts required a staggering 300,000 civilian laborers and soldiers to escort them, in addition to plundering granaries everywhere. Had the Red Turban Army not made advance preparations, the logistics alone could have dragged down King Mu Li to death.

But now that the situation has been set, who in the Great Capital can stop such a powerful trend?!

"Given the current situation, even if Divine General were to personally arrive, with so many Saint Child and religious leaders in our army assisting us, and even if Gods and Buddhas Divine Descent, we could ensure that he could not leave!" Kexiwo said calmly.

Today, the Guangda Army has gathered together dozens of representatives of the Gods and Buddhas Sect.

With this kind of momentum, and with the help of the massive consciousness condensed by the army, dozens of Divine Descent together, attracting the Gods and Buddhas consciousness to tell Yue Dewen that even if all the Divine General arrived at once, they could only admit defeat and retreat in a sorry state.

Military might aids divine will, and the power of Gods and Buddhas originates from the human heart. The consciousness of 800,000 soldiers, condensed into a powerful force, can, with a little assistance, become a mountain pressing down in one direction, instantly crushing the will of any Gods and Buddhas.

During a battle, neither the opposing Spirit General Divine General can use their own Divine Will Field to suppress the opponent.

On the contrary, one's own Spirit General can use the military force to greatly amplify the will of Gods and Buddhas, suppress the opponent, and weaken their strength.

This is the fundamental reason why even Divine General of such power would lead an army.

Of those present, fewer than a handful could truly understand the reasoning Kexiwo was giving.

King Mu Li was naturally among them.

Upon hearing this, he clapped his hands and laughed.

"It's laughable that Yue Dewen condensed the Five Sects Circle, thinking he could use the power of the sects to resist the suppression. Unfortunately, his so-called leverage was just a loose pile of sand, which would collapse at the first touch."

I originally thought he had some basic strength besides his imposing aura, but who would have thought he was just a showy hypocrite.

"I'm also a little disappointed." Kexiwo nodded. "In our first encounter, he was able to take advantage of the situation and suppress me, gaining the upper hand. Now that the tide has turned, he's been suppressed and is far from being as good as I was back then. It's laughable and lamentable."

He genuinely looked somewhat disappointed.

"Borrowing momentum, perhaps he, the number one expert in the Number One Under Heaven, only came by borrowing momentum. When the momentum is gone, he will be like the receding waves, revealing his true colors."

"Your Grace, please do not be careless. Great Capital are many experts in the capital. Even without borrowing power, there Divine General among them. Each of those great Noble has an Earth Mother Offering."

"But these people are like termites, gnawing at my Great Ling bloodline, defying the Imperial Clan's authority, disregarding the general trend of the world, and only caring about their own selfish interests. They deserve to die a thousand deaths!" A Ponytail Woman long, pure purple hair in a ponytail said in an icy voice.

"We'll consider the matter of the great Noble later. This group controls the Spirit Seal and, in alliance with the Divine General, has the legitimate right to recognize the throne. Without the Spirit Seal's recognition, no one can secure this throne." King Mu Li slowly faded. "But it's alright. Once we take charge of the overall situation, we'll have plenty of time to deal with them."

"It seems Your Prince had planned this all along," Kexiwo said with a smile.

"We still need Your Grace's full support." King Mu Li looked at him, and the two smiled at each other, a tacit understanding arising between them.

"Then what will happen to the Great Dao Sect?" someone asked.

"Yue Dewen is a talented man. If he is willing to submit, I will give him a position. If not, I will simply banish him to the Secret Teaching Register and eradicate the cult completely," King Mu Li said casually.

"Anyway, he is currently covered in injuries and cannot recover in a short time. Now that the Jade Void Palace has withdrawn, the Sensing Gate is only superficially united and is showing signs of decline, so it no longer poses a great threat."

***Inside Wushan Prefecture.

Zhang Rongfang strolled slowly down the street, observing his surroundings.

Having just acquired his third Trait Talent, he now plans to find a place to give it a good try.

The reputation of Human Immortal Temple has spread far and wide.

Everywhere on the street, you could hear Human Immortal Temple.

Some are curious, some are worried, some are afraid, and some are drawn to it.

Many of the stories they talked about were about people Zhang Rongfang had never even heard of.

He remembered all the Blood Descendant he had converted.

But if even he hadn't heard of it, it meant that Blood Descendant continued to produce second-level Blood Descendant.

Although these Blood Descendant are close to him, he can instinctively sense that the blood in his body may slip out of his control at any moment.

Therefore, no matter how familiar they felt, most of the Blood Descendant of the Human Immortal Temple voluntarily left and went far away, not lingering in the Wish Woman Canyon.

Zhang Rongfang's height of 2.5 meters makes him quite conspicuous on the street.

Not long after.

A Twin-Tailed Little Girl with snot running down her nose and wearing a red bib with pigtails appeared in his field of vision.

Thanks to a large stockpile of supplies and the recent search for unclaimed goods, Wushan Prefecture is not currently short of food.

Because of the rioters, at a glance, many houses had white silk ribbons hanging in front of their doors and braziers for burning paper money.

The little girl squatted in front of a wooden door threshold, watching the paper money in the brazier flicker in the wind.

The paper money had been burned to black ash, with only a few embers remaining at the very core.

When the wind blew, the black ash scattered, revealing the sparks inside, which were then ignited.

Zhang Rongfang deliberately walked past the little girl, and something accidentally fell out of his waist bag with a thud.

The thing rolled and immediately ran to the little girl's feet.

She blinked, sniffed, and quickly picked up the thing.

It was a large, round, shiny copper coin, but the patterns and characters on it had been worn away and were no longer legible.

One large coin is equal to ten coins.

"Huh? I think I dropped something just now?" Zhang Rongfang pretended to pause. He stopped and rummaged around on his clothes.

The little girl glanced at him, then continued to squat by the brazier watching the fire.

Zhang Rongfang was speechless.

"Little girl, have you seen me drop something?" he asked directly.

"No." The little girl replied expressionlessly.

Zhang Rongfang glanced at the large sum of money she was holding in her hand, and was speechless.

Immediately, he flicked his finger, and a small pebble accurately struck the large coin in the little girl's hand, knocking it away.

The pebble replaced the copper coin and was held in his hand.

Zhang Rongfang stepped back, quickly picked up the large sum of money, and turned to leave.

Because of the extremely fast speed, the little girl remained squatting in the same spot, feeling nothing.

By accidentally dropping some money, Zhang Rongfang wandered around the city for quite a while.

Finally, about half an hour later, he found a little boy who picked up the money and returned it to him.

"To thank you for your honesty, I'll give you this little Wooden Puppet." Zhang Rongfang finally gave away his puppet under the pretext of giving it away.

The little boy was covered in dirt, but his eyes were bright. Although his clothes were dirty, they were neatly arranged, suggesting that he came from a good family.

"Wooden Puppet?" Before he could react, the Wooden Puppet was already in his hands.

Just as the boy was about to ask a question, Zhang Rongfang had already disappeared from sight.

As the sun set, he looked at the Wooden Puppet in his hand and felt a strange feeling.

The Wooden Puppet is very well made, with all its joints movable, and its facial features are drawn with red lines.

They even gave it long black hair.

The boy held the Wooden Puppet, feeling it was too precious, but he couldn't find the person who had just given it to him.

With a sigh, he could only pick up the Wooden Puppet, a hint of happiness appearing on his face.

"So, this doesn't count as accepting charity from others, right?"

Carrying the little Wooden Puppet, he thought his younger brother at home would like it, so he quickened his pace and hurried home.

The sky was darkening, and the sun was about to set.

After jogging along, the boy soon arrived at a somewhat desolate and quiet alley.

The alleyway was covered with undulating stone bricks, and the gray stone bricks were covered with thick black grime that had accumulated over many years.

A Blind Old Man sat in front of a house in the alley, holding a chair, slowly playing an erhu, producing intermittent and mournful music.

The boy, carrying the Wooden Puppet, carefully avoided bumping into the old man as he passed by.

The alley was so narrow that you could easily bump into someone's chair leg if you weren't careful.

As he walked to the very back, a smile returned to the boy's face, and he jogged into a small house with an open door.

"A Kuan! Look what I got today!" he said proudly to a little boy sitting by the bed in the room, holding up Wooden Puppet.

The younger boy, only seven or eight years old, was peeling potatoes with a knife. Hearing this, he looked up and saw the Wooden Puppet in his older brother's hand.

"It's Wooden Figure!" A hint of surprise appeared on his thin face.

"Brother, where did you get this?" A Kuan stood up, took the Wooden Puppet from his brother, and his eyes seemed to be shining.

"Such a fine Wooden Figure must be very expensive, right?" Suddenly, the light in his eyes dimmed again. "Let's return it; we don't have much money left."

"It's okay, I was on the street today," the older brother quickly explained what had just happened.

Since their parents were killed by thugs, the two brothers fled to the city and found an empty house to live in. Now they have spent a lot of money and are worried about the future, which has made them depressed.

This is a rare moment of happiness for me.

Neither of them noticed that the patterns on the Wooden Puppet's eyes seemed to have moved slightly.