My Cultivation Starting from Archery-Chapter 685 - 220: The Yellow Robe, Planning

Dasheng.

Eastern Territory.

Following the fierce defeat at the Fire Burning Wucheng, West Qi had no choice but to order its troops from Dongqing to retreat in succession, reluctantly.

As the orthodox power of the Central Plains.

They constantly faced encirclement by packs of wolves, ever ready to pounce at the sight of even a drop of blood.

Fortunately, the beast known as the "Central Plains" still retained its combat strength despite bleeding, forcing the predators to abandon their plans.

Martial Saint Qin Xiuhai led his main force of fifteen thousand soldiers in retreat.

Reaching a gorge.

Suddenly, someone from the vanguard turned back to report urgently, "General, there's trouble! Lu Ji has led five thousand soldiers from Xianzhen Army and directly blocked our way at the gorge!"

"What?!"

Qin Xiuhai's eyes widened in shock.

To reach the front of the gorge, one would have to venture deep into the heart of the Eastern Territory. Weren't they afraid of getting surrounded and annihilated, with no way out?!

They were clearly banking on the Daqing troops retreating!

It seemed a reckless move, but in reality, it was carefully thought out.

None in the Governor Mansion was a pushover!

"Immortal Master!"

Qin Xiuhai turned his desperate gaze to the cultivators amongst his troops, urgently asking, "That Lu Ji practices evil techniques, endlessly improving them night and day. We are no match for him in direct confrontation; what should we do?"

Unexpectedly.

Upon hearing this, several cultivators immediately mounted their swords and fled, vanishing to the end of the gorge's line of sight. Only when a burst of purple energy exploded among the mountains and knocked them all down did the short-lived sounds of battle fall silent.

Soon after, they saw a towering figure rise into the air on an Incense Fire Magical Artifact. He held a Heavenly Halberd in one hand and a severed head in the other, his pupils swirling with purple light, like a deity.

"You rebels, will you not surrender?"

Elder Brother Nie Yuan rode swiftly into the gorge on a swift horse, his voice echoing to the sky.

This point.

Qin Xiuhai and his men found themselves trapped with no escape.

After a lengthy silence, amid the sound of blades grating against scabbards, Qin Xiuhai slowly drew his long sword: "Brothers, he is a demon. Surrendering is a dead end. Follow me—it's time to break out—"

The setting sun's afterglow spread, and purple energy ascended.

A ritual altar emerged from a storage bag, ready for a Blood Sacrifice after the battle's end.

Lu Ji sat cross-legged on the altar.

Above his fontanelle, a Shrine flickered in and out of existence, and his seven orifices, like seven vortexes, absorbed all the vital energy from the blood on the altar into his body.

Not until he had drained it all did the strange phenomena gradually subside.

Lu Ji slowly opened his eyes, making another breakthrough in his cultivation.

Looking at the Shrine before him and listening to the bizarre and distorted whispers, he let out a cold laugh and suddenly crushed the shadow with his hand.

"Elder Brother."

Elder Brother Nie Yuan approached him: "Are you alright? Recently, the demands for sacrifices from the evil spirit have become more frequent."

"It's nothing," Lu Ji stood up and changed the subject: "What about the army's route? Is there another suitable spot for ambush?"

"Going any further will only lead to encirclement," Nie Yuan shook his head and continued, "Moreover, the Capital City Ministry of War has issued an order for the entire Beiliang Army to return to the Northern Three States, and..."

"And what?" Lu Ji sensed something was off.

"And, there is an individual order for you," Nie Yuan said on, "You are to personally 'escort' our younger brother to the Capital City to heal from his injuries. You must not err."

"Younger brother."

Lu Ji pondered.

It was only recently that they learned about the situation at Wucheng.

Their younger brother had not only stunned the world once again but had also broken through to a level above Martial Saint in a desperate situation.

It was said...

He was like the Fire God.

"Dragon Scripture."

Lu Ji's gaze became complex, but finally, he repressed all emotions, returning to calm, and said, "Brother thinks, Liangzhou is about to face trouble."

"The mourning period is over," Nie Yuan presented the order, "He and the others can no longer find an excuse to refuse going to the Capital City. The court has recalled us all and ordered you to accompany him personally; I'm afraid it's not 'escorting' but rather 'supervising'."

"What I've been worried about recently,"

"Is our little brother. If he throws a tantrum, it could make things difficult for everyone.

"Elder Brother, you must go back and keep an eye on him. We can't let him act rashly."

"In that case,"

Lu Ji called for his Incense Fire Horse to absorb the incense: "Let's get going then, back to Liangzhou."

...

The North Prefecture Camp and the Zhenbiao Camp are the two personal soldier camps of Mr. Wo Long.

They are jointly led by Martial Saint Fan Hailing, who assists in the command.

At this moment, they are stationed at the eastern frontier.

Central Army Tent.

Xu Wencai, fanning himself with a feather fan, sat in front of flickering candlelight, working overnight on miscellaneous military affairs.

Beside him, a respectful young man was grinding ink, presenting documents, and assisting with official duties—maneuvering through them with ease.

His name was Qi Cheng, and about two or three years ago, Mr. Wo Long took him as a disciple. Now with constant mentoring and teaching, he was considered the confidant among confidants.

"Sometimes, you can't afford to be too proud,"

Xu Wencai put down the brush and said instructively," Remember Yu Wentai who once suffered humiliation but later became known as the 'Military Immortal'?

"As for me, Xu, had I not thickened my skin, wandering everywhere, barely surviving until I met my lord, how could I have reached my current position?"

"Sir, your teachings are engraved in my heart," Qi Cheng bowed deeply.

"A teachable lad!" Xu Wencai exclaimed with satisfaction, but then he sighed again: "These battles have nearly depleted our nation's granaries and reserves. If it weren't for General Chen's victory at Guan Du, I'm afraid we would face total collapse.

"Even so, Beiliang Army's supplies are running low, and within ten days, the Ministry of War will surely order us to withdraw our troops."