"Since only Void Sage Fang's military stratagems can deceive them, let him take command," Pang Chaosheng said.
Peng Zouzhao frowned slightly. "It is good that Void Sage Fang has a benevolent heart, but... for a Void Sage to rescue the likes of us is excessive, softhearted compassion. I have little confidence in his command. I suggest Brother Pang plan the battle."
Helplessness appeared on the faces of the other Hanlin Academicians.
Pang Chaosheng said, "Say no more, Brother Peng. Void Sage Fang understands his own strength far better than I do. Since we are using his stratagems, he should command us."
Peng Zouzhao lowered his head without another word. His empty sleeves swayed gently in the breeze.
Fang Yun paid no heed to Peng Zouzhao's remarks. He sensed the surrounding power of literary guts again, found no gaps, and said, "You all know something of my stratagems. Everything should revolve around Deceiving Heaven to Cross the Sea and Crossing the River in Secret. She Wu is a Holy-Son Demon Marquis, and a member of the Snake Race. He will certainly see through my Deceiving Heaven to Cross the Sea. Once he does, he will turn my scheme against me, first pretending not to notice, then launching a sudden ambush. I am not underestimating the Demon Race's intelligence. Rather, I understand one thing very clearly: they can withdraw if their ambush fails. To them, there is no danger of death, only the potential reward of killing us. They will certainly do this! After that..."
Before long, Pang Chaosheng dipped his hand in ink and wrote the Expedition Poem "Everlasting Expedition," strengthening everyone's bodies. He then wrote other war poetry, invigorating them and adding a layer of armor to their bodies.
Everyone either wrote or recited the "Dragon Sword Poem," adding a