Star Trace Gate

Chapter 963 Medusa Under the Moonlight, The Wind Rises on the Official Road

Beifeng Town, the main hall of the inner palace.

Out of a desire to curry favor, Potato had truthfully informed Moro of the potential rebellion by the Wang family of the garrison. However, he offered no advice or details, merely offering a reminder before taking his leave.

To be honest, Moro was also quite bewildered by this situation. His attention tonight was completely elsewhere, and he couldn't understand why that idiot Wang Anquan would jump up and cause trouble.

Since they've already surrendered, why not just be traitors? Why keep going back and forth like this? Are they addicted to betraying others?

He walked around the room with his hands behind his back, then turned to look at Feng Yiyang, the commander of the Gray Robe Camp.

Although Moro was the chief official of the inner court, he had no military power and could not control the dozen or so monk-soldiers' offices scattered across the mountains. However, he was able to mobilize the Gray Robe Camp under Feng Yiyang's command at critical moments.

From the perspective of the factions within the secret realm of Beifeng Town, although Feng Yiyang is a military officer, he belongs to the same faction as Moro within Tianzhao Temple. Furthermore, before arriving here, the latter had already obtained a secret letter personally written by the faction leader, so that Moro could recognize Feng Yiyang in Beifeng Town and help each other.

However, from the perspective of the Heavenly Dao rules above the secret realm, Feng Yiyang is actually an assistant and accomplice arranged by the Heavenly Dao for Moro, in order to balance the strength of various forces and make the journey through the secret realm more exciting and unpredictable.

As everyone knows, Moro and the people he brought were all players, and after recognizing Feng Yiyang for the first time here, they activated the "intimacy" rule, starting at ninety. Moro then used various means of winning them over to directly raise the intimacy level to the maximum of one hundred points.

From this perspective, the relationship between Moro and Feng Yiyang is actually similar to that between Ren Ye and Liu Wei. The only difference is that one was a colleague from the same faction, while the other started with threats and bribery…

In other words, Feng Yiyang and his more than a thousand gray-robed monks are now all Moro's men, which is why he invited them to play chess tonight.

In the main hall, Moro pondered for a long time before gradually figuring out the source of his doubts: "The entire Wang clan had clearly surrendered the city and submitted to my Tianzhao Temple, so why would they suddenly cause trouble again?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Yiyang vaguely guessed, "Does Wang Anquan feel that my Tianzhao Temple cannot hold Beifeng Town for long? And that the probability of the Divine Court retaking this place is also very high, so as a surrendered general, he can neither leave nor retreat, and thus he has no choice but to start another uprising?"

“Foolish.” Moro shook his head decisively. “Let alone North Wind Town, whether Tiandu is still safe for the Divine Court is a question mark. Our Tianzhao Temple has all the advantages of timing, location, and popular support, which is obvious to all… How stupid must Wang Anquan be to think that we cannot occupy North Wind Town for long?!”

“The Divine Court has lost thirteen cities in a month, and it is indeed at a complete disadvantage.” Feng Yiyang pondered for a while, and then whispered his guess: “Could it be that the Divine Court used some means to threaten Wang Anquan, forcing him to do this? After all, his surrender made the First Prince of the Divine Court lose face... This targeted retaliation is quite normal.”

“I think that no matter what the reason, since Wang Anquan has already chosen to surrender, he would never go back on his word. That would be incredibly stupid. Even if his family is threatened, I don’t think he would do that, unless everything he did before was a lie…!” Moro paused here.

"Unless what?" Feng Yiyang couldn't keep up with Moro's train of thought, so he asked curiously.

Moro shook his head again and said in a low voice, "I might know who made him take the blame."

“Sir, I don’t understand what you mean.” Feng Yiyang shook his head.

“But this is good too. It shows that what we’re going to do tonight was very prescient.” Moro didn’t explain, but looked at Feng Yiyang with bright eyes and said in a low voice, “How many soldiers do you have left?”

Feng Yiyang clasped his hands slightly and said truthfully, "Eight hundred."

"Take a hundred personal guards, along with the highest-ranking military officer's seal that Niu Dali previously handed over to me, and go directly to the Martial Monk's Mansion. Gather the remaining barracks commanders and take over all the teleportation arrays in the city. If anyone disobeys, you can be stern in your words, and I will immediately notify Tianzhao Temple to put pressure on those troublemakers in the Martial Monk's Mansion. After that, order a trustworthy military officer to lead seven hundred gray-robed monk soldiers to surround the garrison headquarters as quickly as possible and take control of the Wang family."

"I will send Monk Fulai to help you. The military officer you send out only needs to follow his orders. Also, after surrounding the garrison, your soldiers must not allow anyone to contact the Wang family, and everything that happens inside the compound must not be known to outsiders. If anyone tries to force their way into the garrison to investigate, then you should use the excuse that the Wang family has launched an uprising, and that Tianzhao Temple has specially ordered the Gray Robe Battalion to isolate this area, and that anyone who tries to force their way in is an accomplice, to directly kill a few of the leaders... Understand?!"

Moro was meticulous and quickly devised a relatively comprehensive solution.

Although Feng Yiyang didn't know what he was going to do, he still clasped his hands in a fist and replied, "Your subordinate obeys."

"You have to be quick," Moro reminded him.

"Don't worry, I have a special way of communicating with my subordinates. Within half a quarter of an hour, monk soldiers will gradually arrive at the garrison. They have families with them, so they certainly won't be able to evacuate in a short time."

“Alright, go ahead.” Moro waved his hand.

Before long, Feng Yiyang hurriedly left the inner palace, while Moro summoned the monk Fulai who had accompanied him.

Upon meeting, Moro frowned and said to Monk Fulai, "I deduce that Mao Ni is in the garrison headquarters. Once Feng Yiyang's troops arrive, you cannot allow anyone to contact the Wang family again. All five of you go, and I will wait on the perimeter for an opportunity to strike...!"

"Understood." Fu Lai nodded steadily.

……

Half an hour ago, just as Wang Tudou and the others returned to the inner palace, Little Bad King also made a major discovery. Tonight's events were like a seemingly chaotic endgame of chess, but suddenly, a piece made a reckless move, connecting all the other pieces and creating a tense and exciting situation where a single move could affect the whole game.

Who is the reckless pawn? Obviously, it must be Yu Tiange—Young Master Yu!

His leap and the resulting rhythm instantly brought all the forces in Northwind Town to life.

While ordering Tianhan and Beishan to seize Jiuzhi, Yu Tiange also sent Ruyue and Cheng Yuan to keep an eye on the progress of the great formation's repair. Before arriving at the evacuation point, he personally sent a message to the two close friends guarding Wenping, instructing them to take hostages and leave to ensure their own safety.

His strategy involved a multi-pronged approach, with multiple lines operating simultaneously. While this might seem like a sophisticated and meticulously executed tactic, in reality, each line was designed to infringe upon the interests of the hidden forces within Northwind Town.

The corpse was kept in the Red Building, on the basement floor.

A phantom of a spirit pigeon flew swiftly to the relatively clean and tidy area, and then suddenly exploded, releasing a relatively strong aura of divine magic.

"brush!"

Before the divine aura of the dissipating spirit pigeon had completely disappeared, the void in this relatively clean and tidy area suddenly began to distort.

Immediately afterwards, a palm-sized spatial magic artifact rose and shimmered, and two young men led Wang Wenping out of the illusion, cautiously glancing around.

The two young men, one named Lu Zhennan and the other Lu Zhenbei, were both members of Yu Tiange's team, cultivators at the Great Perfection of the Fourth Grade Realm, and also brothers born of the same mother.

Ever since they captured Wang Wenping, they've been hiding in the Red Mansion. Aside from Yu Tiange, who knows their exact location, the other team members have no idea where they've gone. And in all these days, apart from Lu Zhennan going out to deliver one of Wang Wenping's fingers, the two of them haven't left their spatial magic artifact; they've just been patiently waiting. This shows just how obedient they are to Yu Tiange.

As the three stepped into the basement of the Red Mansion, the older brother, Lu Zhennan, put away his spatial magic item and then said to his younger brother, "Let's go, head straight to the third teleportation array and meet up with Brother Yu and the others, quick!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Wenping turned pale and trembled as he said, "Two...two brothers, didn't you say that if my father agreed to your demands, you would release me when you left here?"

“Go to Tiandu, and you’ll see your father. Stop talking nonsense.” Lu Zhennan snapped at him in an extremely rude tone, then forcibly pulled Wang Wenping outside.

Wang Wenping was only a teenager. After being imprisoned for several days and having his fingers chopped off, he must have been terrified. His eyes were vacant, his face was pale, and he had lost at least ten kilograms.

"I'll go ahead and scout ahead. You lead him a little further back," Lu Zhenbei, the younger brother, reminded him before rushing up to the first floor of the Red Building and heading towards the backyard.

As soon as he came out, he immediately released his spiritual aura and carefully sensed the surrounding situation.

A short while later, gazing at the pitch-black scenery outside the Red Building, he turned back with a smile and said, "Brother Yu is really clever; he chose such a perfect spot. There are refugees around for cover, and the yin energy here is so heavy that even the night-patrolling monks don't want to get close... Hehe, nobody's here. Let's go, let's go...!"

"Hmm." Lu Zhennan, carrying Wang Wenping like a chick, followed his younger brother towards the ruins in the backyard.

In the shadows not far away, a pair of large, cunning eyes were fixed on the two of them. The eyes whispered, "If we make a move, the patrolling monks will surely arrive, and I don't have any illusionary artifacts to isolate space. So, we don't need to kill them; we just need to find a way to snatch them as quickly as possible."

"Big sister, you're so big and smart. Just tell me what to do, and I'll do it." The clever and quick-witted Ah Er replied, her voice trembling slightly.

"You two deal with the person who is holding Wenping hostage, and you don't need to worry about anything else," the "big sister" ordered.

"it is good!"

"can."

The two brothers, Ah Da and Ah Er, gave a very firm answer.

The stars and moon were dim, and a cold wind blew. Lu Zhenbei walked among the ruins, his feet crunching on the broken pieces.

He was the first to peer out from behind the gate at the back of the ruins, then turned to look at both sides of the long street. After confirming that there was no one around, he quickly started running.

In the blink of an eye, he arrived at the crossroads of the long street and prepared to explore the path to the No. 3 teleportation array.

"Brother, there's no sound over here... there's no noise at all." Lu Zhenbei turned around and called out softly.

"boom!!!"

Just then, an extremely dense aura of darkness, as if from the underworld, rose endlessly and converged on the crossroads from all directions.

"Ten thousand bones are revived, a living hell!"

In an alley, Ren suddenly opened his eyes, quickly formed hand seals, and in an instant summoned a jar that was shimmering with black light.

This item is called the Ten Thousand Bone Jar, a top-grade Daoist treasure obtained by the Little Bad King in the Illusory Secret Realm. This item was originally evidence and should have been handed over to the Clan Hall for investigation, but he shamelessly kept it for himself.

This jar of ten thousand bones contains countless vengeful spirits and once directly blocked the Sun family's treasure. It is evident that although it cannot compare to Little Bad King's own many treasures, it can still be considered a top-tier, peerless treasure.

"Ugh——!"

The Thousand Bones Jar rose up and hovered in the sky. Instantly, countless Yin spirits surged out of the jar, like soldiers from the underworld, flying continuously towards Lu Zhenbei.