Why is there still no movement?
The temples within the palace are now the last stronghold of the royalists.
Less than three hours after the largest temple in the former Confucius Temple in the southeast was captured, Muye led a group of newcomers to capture the second temple. However, he hesitated to attack the smallest temple, which was closest to the palace, and the two sides remained in a stalemate until noon on the second day, when there was still no sign of a fight.
The atmosphere was so heavy that everyone in the capital could feel it. Even though there was no war, the people hiding at home were on edge, unable to sleep for a day and a night. No one dared to leave their homes. The vast capital was deserted even in broad daylight, truly resembling a ghost town.
Those under the greatest pressure are those who remain steadfast in the palaces and temples.
" General Yuchi, has your young master not returned yet?"
As early as last night, the head of the Yuchi Household had already met up with the people from the last temple. According to the Duke of Song's analysis, the emperor is a cautious person. Although the last temple is small, it is closest to the palace, so the guardian here should be the most loyal one after layers of screening.
The enemy's plan emphasizes surprise, so they would never take any risks in the early stages of the operation. They would rather be in a less desirable location than risk being exposed prematurely. It is highly likely that there were no inside agents in the temple within the palace.
It was precisely for this reason that the head of the Yuchi Household, who hadn't even reached the Transcendent, dared to go and meet them, and inform them of the plan.
The one who asked the head of the Yuchi Household this question was Marquis of Wuxiang Xiao Ping of Wuxiang. He was a guard of the Xiao Household back then. It is said that he served the emperor when the emperor was still a son of a concubine and had the merit of following the emperor's rise to power. He was later granted the title of marquis. The reason he was not granted the title of duke was mainly because his background was too weak. However, everyone knew his position in the emperor's heart. It was said that no matter who rebelled, he would never rebel.
He was also the person in charge of the last Ghost Temple.
"I really don't know," the old patriarch said with a worried expression. This was probably the most uncertain thing in his life. If he could go himself, he would never have asked his son to go. But there was nothing he could do. The Ghost Horse was very particular about who could ride it. In the whole capital, apart from His Majesty, only his own son could ride it.
Seeing the other person's expression, Xiao Ping opened his mouth, but ultimately did not continue to ask. Everyone knew that Yuchi Peng was Old General Yuchi's darling. He had already sacrificed enough by taking such a great risk to go to the Yin-Yang Road. It would be impolite to urge him any further.
Thinking of this, he looked at another person who evoked complex emotions in him.
It was none other than Liu Yu, the Duke of Song, who had once been a trusted confidant of the emperor.
To be honest, he was very unhappy when His Majesty killed Liu Yu. After all, Liu Yu had contributed a lot to His Majesty's ascension to the throne and was one of the most reliable among his old brothers. However, His Majesty showed no mercy and killed him, which was somewhat disheartening.
But when he later learned that Liu Yu hadn't died and that everything was his own scheme, he became even more conflicted. He felt that he, being too naive, was so out of place with these old foxes.
"Lord Liu, shouldn't we do something? We can't just keep waiting like this."
He wasn't being too subtle; Yuchi Peng had been on the Yin-Yang Road for over five hours. Everyone knew how dangerous it was for someone who wasn't Transcendent to go on the Yin-Yang Road; he might already be dead. They couldn't put all their hopes on Yuchi Peng.
"Doing nothing is the best course of action." Liu Yu shook his head. "Without the Imperial Guard participating, our chances of winning a direct confrontation are slim. Let's not even talk about the powerful figure in the Southeast Martial Temple, whom we can't afford to offend. Just look at the North Temple; their guards are no fewer than ours, yet they couldn't even hold out for half an hour. This proves that even without Muye, even if that Lord Wang n't leave the Southeast Temple, those newly formed ghosts are still a force we can't match."
"As for why we didn't attack here immediately, I suspect there's some taboo surrounding it. But if we were to take the initiative and attack, things might get complicated. It's better to stay put."
"But isn't this just sitting here waiting to die?" another marquis couldn't help but worry.
"The only way to hold this place is to wait for news; there's no other way." Liu Yu glanced at the other side indifferently. "The fact that they aren't attacking now might mean they're recovering their strength. If Marquis of Baoqing doesn't want to hold out to the death, leaving the capital isn't out of the question."
"What does the Duke of Song mean by this? Am I, Liu, a coward who fears death?"
"I am no longer a Duke," Liu Yu said with a smile. "I only came to help because I owed some favors. If things really get dangerous, I will withdraw at any time. So whether Marquis of Baoqing is afraid of death or not is none of my business."
"You"
"Alright." Xiao Ping quickly stopped him, rubbing his temples, and said, "Mr. Liu, is there really no other way now?"
He knew the other party was telling the truth. They had the Evening Elephant Technique and could leave at any time, but it was different for them. Even if they wanted to leave, the Martial Soul within their bodies would not allow it. Guarding this place and suppressing the rebellion was their only way to survive.
"We could take a gamble," Liu Yu said with a smile, looking outside. "The midday sun has a great effect on Yin Ghosts. People who possess Martial Soul are at their weakest at this time. Those red-eyed newcomers must have used special secret techniques to improve so much in such a short time. It's very likely that they will be even weaker than you at midday. This might be why they haven't attacked yet. If you're willing to take a gamble, there's actually a chance."
"Is this reliable?" The other party immediately doubted. According to the soldier's courage, rather than sitting and waiting to die, he was willing to take a gamble, but the price was too high. If he gambled wrong, he would really lose everything.
"I can't guarantee that," Liu Yu shook his head. "Speculation without intelligence is purely a gamble. Since it's a gamble, how can you talk about whether it's reliable or not?"
"I'll take the gamble!" Marquis of Baoqing gritted his teeth and said, "I'd rather gamble than wait to die!"
"Don't be impulsive." Xiao Ping frowned and tried to stop them, but when he turned around, he found that most of the people in the temple seemed to have the same idea. They all gripped their weapons and stood up. Xiao Ping frowned, but found that the Martial Soul in his body was also beginning to boil.
"That's right, taking the initiative is better than waiting to die!"
Xiao Ping frowned even more deeply. The voice came from his own Martial Soul. These guys were more impatient than he had imagined.
Liu Yu witnessed this scene, and his eyes lit up slightly. He recalled Ziyue's words: Ghosts were indeed powerful. They did not need food and could maintain their bodily functions solely on sufficient spiritual energy. They could also improve their strength quickly. However, most Ghosts lacked patience and were constantly in a savage environment of fighting. It was difficult for them to form a true army.
The army relies on discipline, and that's exactly what the ghost soldiers lack most!
Just as the group of ghosts in the temple were about to unleash their malevolent energy and rush out, a familiar voice suddenly came from afar.
"No!"
Upon hearing this, the old patriarch of the Yuchi family stood up excitedly. He recognized the voice as that of his son, Yuchi Peng. That silly boy, it seems he's got some good luck!
He looked over and saw that the person carrying the other on their back was none other than the extremely weak Wei Gongxing.
"If we go out now, we'll all die!" Wei Gongxing said weakly, leaning on his horse. "Their plan included the possibility that you wouldn't be able to resist going out!"
Xiao Ping breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this. To be honest, he disliked this kind of gambling-style risky behavior the most.
"You're Wei Gongxing, and you're the one who sent Muye back?" Before Xiao Ping could speak, the ghost inside his body asked first.
"Yes," Wei Gongxing replied weakly.
"Has Lord Muye really rebelled?"
"You still don't believe it now that things have come to this?"
The other party was silent for a moment, then asked, "You just said that their design was waiting for us to leave. Why? Why didn't they just attack directly?"
"They can't break through." Wei Gongxing shook his head. "Just now, Duke of Song's guesses were half right."