A lone man wheeled through three thousand miles; one sword could stand against a million troops

"On this journey to capture the king, even if we kill Yuwen Zhao, there is no way we can find and slaughter every last member of the Yuwen family's direct bloodline in such haste..."

Lu Wu-bing said after careful consideration.

Aside from Ouyang Lan and Shen Xinzhu, whom Lu Wu-bing had devoted himself to nurturing and kept at his side for experience,

the others were four monks and two Taoists, all great experts of the Return to Simplicity Realm.

There had originally been Old Taoist Qingyun as well, but he had not come along.

That old Taoist had cultivated for many years and disliked worldly affairs. If he had not been worried about Ji Wenxiu's safety, he would likely have long since vanished into the mountains and forests, keeping the pines for company and the cranes for friends.

Lu Wu-bing did not feel right making such a powerful ally, one who disliked exerting himself, work too hard.

It was better to have him hold Weijing. If any unexpected change arose, he could deal with it.

Lu Wu-bing had not forgotten that among the Ji imperial family, there was still one of the Eight Kings of the World hidden somewhere—the Phoenix King.

So long as that man did not show himself, Weijing could not be considered completely secure.

Naturally, this was also to prevent anyone from making an issue out of Ji Wenxiu.

If he went out on campaign only for someone to raid his base behind him, that would truly be ridiculous.

"So long as Yuwen Zhao's head is cut off, the Northern Zhou army stationed near the capital will immediately enter the city to rescue the throne, while the various enfeoffed commanders will surely harbor their own ambitions...

Even if they find someone to succeed to the throne, they