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Of the three kingdoms in Northeast China, the northernmost one, Jingguo, has already sent troops westward and captured several cities in succession.
"I won't see you." Wei Yuan didn't even lift his eyelids.
Below Dingyang Pass.
The headquarters of the demon and barbarian delegation.
This delegation of demons and barbarians consisted of elites from the twelve tribes of the barbarian race.
The two leaders were young men, one of whom had white hair and a handsome appearance that made him an anomaly among the barbarians.
Pei Manxilou is the eldest son of the leader of the Baishou tribe, one of the twelve tribes of the barbarian tribes.
The Bai Shou tribe is known for its wisdom and is considered an anomaly among the barbarians, while Pei Manxilou is an anomaly among anomalies.
He had a deep understanding of Central Plains culture. When the barbarians raided the border of Chuzhou, they mainly took women and food.
He alone didn't want food or beautiful women; he only wanted to steal books.
The other one is Huang Xian'er, the princess of the fox tribe of the demon race.
She wore a Northern-style leather dress, the hem of which only reached her knees, revealing her two slender and straight calves.
Her face was delicate and charming, and every smile and frown exuded a captivating allure, which contrasted sharply with her sexy and wild body, creating a breathtaking beauty.
The women of the fox clan of the demon race are the most charming and beautiful.
The two men and the envoys from various departments sat in the tent and received news that Wei Yuan refused to meet them.
Everyone in the tent had a dark expression, and a sense of dejection spread throughout the tent.
"Their Heavenly King killed the last two extraordinary beings of the Demon Barbarians, and we still have to ask them for help."
"What can we do? At least the Great Feng army hasn't invaded our territory yet."
"And the army of the Witch God Cult has already marched straight into the twelve tribes of the Demon Barbarians!"
"People from the Central Plains never speak their minds directly; they always beat around the bush!"
……
The tent was noisy, but the two leaders remained silent.
After a long while, Huang Xian'er said with a charming smile, "I heard that Wei Yuan has regained his virility, why don't I go and test him out..."
Pei Manxilou smiled dismissively, "Are you kidding me? They won't even see us now."
"If you arrive in the capital of Dafeng as planned, you can try to find those high-ranking officials who indulge in wine, women, and alcohol."
"Now that the Great Feng is poised for action and its army is about to set off, who will care about you?"
Huang Xian'er snorted arrogantly, "If I can get to the capital, this princess will go straight to the Heavenly King's bed..."
"The scouts have reported that the Heavenly King only likes virgins. The previous courtesan only had Li Chang'an as her guest from the time she was in the brothel until her death."
Huang Xian'er rolled her eyes, feeling very unhappy.
"You bookworm, then tell me what to do!"
"If we come back empty-handed and can't bring back reinforcements, we'll be in big trouble."
Pei Manxi frowned and sighed repeatedly.
"Military strategy, tactics, and tactics—if you want to have a place to use them, you must have the ability to fight."
“We have no extraordinary experts, and the spiritual masters of the Witch God Cult are almost invincible.”
"Wei Yuan, a second-rank martial artist, can single-handedly kill tens of thousands of people..."
"Moreover, he is also hailed as one of the few great military strategists in the six hundred years since the founding of the Great Feng Dynasty."
In the sixth year of Yuanjing, General Dugu, who was guarding the north, passed away, and my divine race sent over 100,000 cavalrymen south to plunder.
In just three months, he routed over 100,000 cavalrymen, who fled in disarray.
Twenty years ago, during the Battle of Shanhai Pass, without him, the entire history of Kyushu would have been rewritten.
Huang Xian'er said with a longing look, "He is so powerful, yet he is still ordered around by that Heavenly King, and even Emperor Yuanjing, who supported him in winning the Battle of the Mountains and Seas, has been sidelined... In my opinion, that Heavenly King Li is the one who is truly capable."
“He’s more than just talented; he’s a talent that appears only once in a thousand years across the entire land of China,” Pei Manxilou corrected.
"He is proficient in poetry, military strategy and all other skills, and his cultivation is strange. He cultivates all three systems at the same time and makes great progress at an extremely fast pace."
"In the battle of Chuzhou, he single-handedly defeated five third-rank warriors... Such combat prowess is unprecedented!"
"Now that the Great Feng Dynasty is united in purpose, we can only look up to them."
Huang Xian'er added, "Isn't he also a cultivator? There are fifty beautiful fox spirits in his delegation."
Each of them was exceptionally beautiful and had a graceful figure; among them, three women possessed an inner allure that made them natural-born beauties.
Originally intended for Emperor Yuanjing, now that Li Tianwang is in power, he shouldn't refuse the offering of a cauldron.
Pei Manxilou said, "The problem now is that we can't see the Heavenly King at all, and the Great Feng army is already heading north."
The young man with vertical pupils beside him was Xuan Yin, a descendant of Zhu Jiu.
He sneered, "Humans are as insignificant as ants. In ancient times, they were livestock and food raised by our gods and demons."
Even now, with the end of the era of gods and demons, ordinary humans are still food.
He knew that the twelve tribes of demons and barbarians were on the verge of collapse, but he still looked down on the weak human race.
Pei Manxilou glanced at him, narrowed his eyes, and sneered.
"These things are best left unsaid in private. If you dare to speak recklessly in public, I'll skin you alive."
Xuan Yin pouted, "I know, I know."
At this moment, a giant black eagle descended from the sky, transformed into human form, and rushed into the tent.
"My lords! The Jingguo army has just annihilated the Tianlang tribe, and my Tianqin tribe is also in imminent danger!"
This news came like a bolt from the blue, immediately throwing the envoys from various departments in the main tent into a panic.
"The Yasukuni army has already annihilated three tribes!"
"It's only been a month, and we can't stop the army of the Witch God Cult at all!"
"Without extraordinary experts, we can only be slaughtered by others!"
Pei Manxilou looked around and slowly asked, "Do you all think that our twelve tribes of demons and barbarians can still produce extraordinary beings?"
"Of course I can! In another two hundred years, I will be able to enter the extraordinary realm!" The young Xuan Yin said with great enthusiasm.
"My mother is only a hundred years away from becoming a transcendent being..." Huang Xian'er said.
No sooner had these two finished speaking than envoys from other tribes objected.
"Bullshit! In three months at most, all twelve tribes of demons and barbarians will fall under the control of the Witch God Cult!"
"Yeah, they talked about a hundred years, but they couldn't even last a year!"
"Unless we can persuade Wei Yuan to rescue my divine race, our nation will be destroyed and our race will be wiped out in the next moment!"
……
Amidst a barrage of questions, Xuan Yin and Huang Xian'er were unable to continue the conversation.
The facts are clear: the demons and barbarians are on the verge of extinction; there's no time left for them to breed extraordinary beings.
Just then, another barbarian soldier came to report.
"My lords, something terrible has happened!"
"Wei Yuan has already ordered the entire army to advance north, invade our divine race's territory, and divide the divine race with the Witch God Cult!"
The twelve envoys were immediately thrown into chaos; some cursed, some wept, and some were bewildered and helpless.
"How could the Great Feng Dynasty kick someone when they're down! They'd just stand by and watch them die!"
"The Great Feng and the Witch God Cult are truly birds of a feather; they intend to annihilate my divine race!"
"It was the Great Heavenly King who killed Zhu Jiu and Chief Jili; they were originally going to wipe us out!"
"The gods are in grave danger!"
……
At this moment, Pei Manxilou stood up and drew his magic weapon, a long sword, from his waist.
Keng!
No one knew what he was going to do, so they could only watch quietly.
He raised his long sword and then suddenly slashed it down from mid-air.
Xuan Yin, his face grim and filled with rage, hadn't even had time to react before his head fell to the ground.
“Hold Xuan Yin’s head properly. If you want to preserve a little of the tribe’s incense offerings, come with me to see Wei Yuan.”
The generals under Bai's command carefully held up the head of Xuan Yin, a staunch hawk, and followed Pei Manxilou out of the main tent.
The envoys from the other ten tribes hesitated for a moment, but soon followed them out.
Pei Manxilou's attitude was clear: he would kill Xuan Yin, who advocated war against Da Feng, and take his head to Wei Yuan, which was to beg for surrender.
They had no other choice. If Wei Yuan and the Witch God Cult attacked from the north and south, the demons and barbarians would surely perish.