"How is the Lone Star Plan progressing in Bingzhou City?" I asked.
"Lord Shao Kai is overseeing it personally. Everything is going smoothly. Liang Qian has already executed several of his officials, and panic has gripped Bingzhou City," Yue Lang replied.
After his promotion to pacification commissioner of the Martial Suppression Bureau, Zhao Feng had become Shao Kai's direct superior. The Lone Star Plan they had devised deliberately allowed Liang Qian's Divine Dragon Guard to intercept intelligence from the bureau's Dark Guard, suggesting that someone intended to surrender the city.
"Good."
Zhao Feng knew that after several consecutive crushing defeats, even an Innate Realm expert like Liang Qian, whose mental fortitude was extraordinary, would inevitably be shaken in such desperate straits. Although Lone Star did not identify any particular official, Zhao Feng knew that this would only make Liang Qian more suspicious of everyone.
In short, everything was proceeding according to plan. All was ready; only the east wind was lacking.
Zhao Feng sat upright in the bath barrel. The medicinal liquid brewed from thirty-six treasure medicines had been fully absorbed, leaving only medicinal residue.
A faint golden radiance seeped from his pores. At first, it lingered like a thin mist, then gradually condensed into intricate lines that followed his meridians, weaving into the pattern of yin-yang fish and circulating with a gentle yet immense force.
His skin gleamed like gold refined a hundred times, yet possessed not the slightest stiffness. Gradually, it began to emit a pale golden glow, and even his hair acquired a faint golden sheen.
Within his dantian, a golden mass of qi, condensed until almost solid, rotated slowly. At its center, black and white qi intertwined, and yin-yang fish swam within them. With every rotation, vast streams of pale golden qi spread through his meridians