Chapter 588 - 278: Great Merit
"Thud, thud, thud..."
A series of dull, rapid drumbeats jolted Yang Ge awake from his sleep.
As he opened his eyes, darkness still enveloped him, yet all around him were chaotic and heavy footsteps interspersed with a few distant shouts, "The Tartars are sneaking up..."
’Timing is indeed everything!’
A thought flashed through his mind, and with a flick of his finger, the oil lamp on the central table in the room suddenly lit up, illuminating his calm, composed face.
He got up unhurriedly, dressed, grabbed his Cold Moon Saber, pushed open the door, and leapt up.
From midair, he saw the deep night split by the winding Great Wall into two worlds: one bright and one dark.
Inside the Great Wall was a world of fire, with soldiers from Datong running and shouting, torches held high, southward from atop the Great Wall.
Outside the Great Wall was a sea of darkness, stretches of it reaching from the sky to the earth, darker than the night itself. A tide of people surged under the dim light of stars and moon, resembling the waves of the sea at night...
The acrid smell of burning oil, the foul smell of cattle and horses, footsteps, the sound of armor clashing, shouts, groans...
It was like a hero’s symphony without a prelude, starting directly at the climax, making one’s heart race and blood boil!
Yang Ge took a deep breath, his grip tightening unconsciously on his saber. The Cold Moon Saber, sensing his emotions, emitted a low humming noise like a wild beast growling.
"Old Dao has just carefully checked."
Zhang Xuansu appeared silently by his side, "There is no trace of that old monster."
Yang Ge nodded, "As expected!"
There is no reason for the big boss to show up just as the fight begins.
Zhang Xuansu, relieved, patted his shoulder and turned around to go back to his room to continue sleeping deeply.
Yang Ge stopped him, "Sir, what do you think, if we now sneak into that old monster’s lair, how great are our chances of successfully trapping him?"
Zhang Xuansu pondered for a moment and slowly nodded, "They should be very high, but still, as the saying goes, it’s better to be safe than sorry. What if we draw a blank?"
Yang Ge thought for a moment and responded, "You make a valid point, sir. We only have one chance and must not act rashly!"
If he went alone, it wouldn’t scare the old monster enough to run away, but once a fight started, he wouldn’t be able to hold him.
If the three of them went together, even a fool could see that they were out to kill him. If they succeeded in trapping the old monster, all would be well; but if they failed...
If Yang Ge were in that situation, he wouldn’t engage with three top-tier experts; he’d use his exceptional mobility to fly behind enemy lines, assassinate dignitaries, wreak havoc, and instill fear and dread in the enemy, forcing them back to the negotiating table.
If a terrestrial immortal became resolute in conducting hit-and-run tactics, ten immortals might not be able to stop him!
So, there was only one chance!
Either they refrained from acting, or if they did act, they needed to strike decisively!
Otherwise, the consequences would be endless...
"Then you and Jiang can rest for now, and we will proceed as planned."
Yang Ge took a deep breath and leapt toward the section of the wall where the Tartar soldiers were surging up the most.
Zhang Xuansu watched him dive into that swaying inferno, exhaling a sigh of awe.
They had finalized their ambush plan the previous evening over dinner; it was simple and comprised two stages.
The first stage, fishing.
Yang Ge would suppress his combat strength to below that of a terrestrial immortal and join the frontier battle.
Even with reduced power, he alone could hold off an army. With his mobility, the frontier defense with him there was as secure as a fortified stronghold.
If the old monster joined the Tartar forces and saw Yang Ge mixed among the Wei troops defending the city, he would surely seize the opportunity to strike at Yang Ge... In such a scenario where one was out in the open and the other hidden, launching an attack could very likely severely wound or even kill the opponent decisively. How many times could the old monster endure this?
Even if the old monster was skeptical enough to restrain his instincts, that wouldn’t matter; Yang Ge wasn’t at the city head to perform. He was genuinely resisting the Tartar siege. As long as the Tartar forces didn’t retreat, neither would he... The old monster might endure temporarily, but could he endure forever?
Should the old monster not be able to resist appearing, Yang Ge would engage him, and then Jiang Ping and Zhang Xuansu, laying in ambush within the city, would spring out and together, they could trap the old monster in a pincer move!
This was the first stage, gambling on the old monster’s intense interest in this battle.
If the old monster had cultivated to the point of losing all humanity, completely indifferent to his descendants’ fate, even if tens of thousands of Tartars died fighting at the Great Wall while he didn’t even glance this way...
Then it would be time for the second stage: luring him into the pot.
This second stage was based on the first; once Yang Ge and the Wei troops managed to sufficiently weaken the Tartar forces, he would persuade the commanding officer to create an opportunity for a decisive battle... a chance to completely crush Meng Yuan’s last breath of life.
According to Zhang Xuansu, those who had become terrestrial immortals carried "missions" or could also be understood as embodying "fate," "belief," and other profound concepts—overall, they all needed some "obsession" to achieve such a state.
The old monster, being a terrestrial immortal from the Meng Yuan era, might ignore the Tartar army’s tragic defeat, but he could never just watch Wei sever Meng Yuan’s last vestige of breath!
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