Yu Ping's whole body stiffened as he looked helplessly at Li Qingxian.
The other man was a First Rank grand Martial Cultivator. Let alone Military Supervisor Cha Fuli, even Emperor Taining would not dare press him too hard.
If Chen Yingyang had been even slightly weaker, he would have long since been driven out of the Northern Garrison Army.
Yu Ping stole a glance at Chen Yingyang.
The guards beside Chen Yingyang glared with their eyes wide, their hands clenched tightly around their sword hilts.
A flicker passed through Chen Yingyang's gaze before it returned to calm.
"Such provocation is useless against this marshal," Chen Yingyang said.
Li Qingxian said, "You misunderstand. This is not provocation, but the truth. You should know who I am—a Fate Arts Master, a Third Rank Fate Arts Master. At most, in a few years, I will become a genuine Grand Fate Arts Master. You know the methods of Fate Arts Masters well. For example, your Marshal Army's four armies are facing a great calamity."
Chen Yingyang said calmly, "The matter of fate is both real and illusory. Calculating one person may be accurate, but calculating ten thousand often goes wrong. In my life, I have encountered countless Fate Arts Masters, yet not one has completely seen through fate—not even the sect master of the Heaven's Mandate Sect. Our Qi Kingdom has fought innumerable great wars against the Demon Race. Whenever disaster struck, there would always be Fate Arts Masters who stepped forward and declared that their deductions showed our army was doomed to defeat. But what happened? Our army won again and again, again and again! So long as the soldiers of Qi stand united as one, we can alter fate against the current!"
"The great calamity I speak of is not the enemy