Daily Intelligence System: Don't Kill Me, Honey!

After these words were spoken, Fang Guozhen listened and looked at Li Siqi, saying, ”You’ve devised a good plan, but as a dignified Northwest Prince, head of the court’s vassal kings, why must you commit treason?”

Li Siqi bitterly smiled and said, ”This is merely self-preservation. To be honest, Dragon King, one is often not in control when serving the court. If you don’t wish to advance, someone will pull you down, never to recover!”

”So in the end, a king without support indeed amounts to nothing!”

Li Siqi sighed and said, hearing Li Siqi’s words, Fang Guozhen looked at him and said, ”You truly dare to say anything. Aren’t you afraid I’ll report you?”

Li Siqi chuckled and said, ”If I’m inviting you to join me, I must be honest. I want the king to gain support. If you and I combine forces and succeed, I can make you a Parallel King, ruling North and South, sharing the world. What do you think?”

Fang Guozhen squinted his eyes at him, saying, ”Do you think you and I possess the power to divide the world?”

”As long as one dares to imagine, there’s hope. But fearing even to think of it, that’s true impossibility!”

Fang Guozhen looked at the fervent Li Siqi, pondered for a moment, then spoke, ”Forget it. I’m living comfortably in the East Sea. How you battle in the Central Plains has nothing to do with me. I have no desire to compete for the world with you.”

Li Siqi replied, ”That’s a pity. It’s a shame for Brother Fang’s excellent martial skills!”

Fang Guozhen said, ”I can only apologize for that, but don’t worry, I won’t spread your secrets indiscreetly.”

Li Siqi laughed, ”I trust that naturally. After all, even if you speak out, who would believe a thief’s words?”

Li Siqi was very confident, knowing he was an official and Fang Guozhen was a thief. Who would believe a thief’s words? If a sole phrase from a thief could convict him as a vassal king, the entire world would be disillusioned.

It’s important to remember that the world’s vassal kings aren’t solely King Qi!

Li Siqi thought of this, sheathed his sword, and slowly retreated from the battlefield.

Meanwhile, at the center of the battlefield, Ruyang King and Liu Futong fought intensely, exchanging a mighty blow before separating.

”Wow!”

Ruyang King spat out a mouthful of black blood, clearly heavily wounded. Liu Futong originally planned to seize the chance to take Ruyang King’s life or at least severely wound him.

But suddenly, the sound of the court striking the golden gong echoed.

Ding ding ding~

Following the golden gong’s repeated sounds, Liu Futong abandoned the idea of pushing forward. The gong’s signal for troops withdrawal was an unspoken battlefield rule, meaning both sides must cease fighting.

So what happens if one doesn’t stop?

Not stopping implies continuing the fight, which becomes intriguing.

Currently, the court is seeking reconciliation and retreating. If you persist in your arrogance and pursuit, the court might transform their retreat into an offensive, continuing the battle against the Zoroastrian Sect even at significant loss, annihilating them.

Thus, peace is precious, and Liu Futong was certainly not insane enough to continue attacking.

Even seeing Ruyang King heavily injured, he could only watch as he swallowed medicine to stabilize his wounds and slowly stood.

Liu Futong looked at Ruyang King and said, ”Haha, Ruyang King, indeed you managed to reclaim your life.”

Ruyang King wiped the blood from his mouth and said, ”Though I’m not your match, taking my life is not easy. If you doubt that, feel free to try.”

Liu Futong heard and looked at Ruyang King, saying, ”Haha, I must indeed try someday.”

Both had genuinely fought with true intensity, their words fiery, unlike the other two battlefields where ulterior motives precluded much brutality.

Ruyang King gazed at the surrounding tragic battlefield, sighed deeply, and said, ”Just short of breath, were it maintained, your defeat would be certain!”

Upon hearing this, Liu Futong said, ”Just as you said, what of defeat? With the power of our Zoroastrian Sect members, even in defeat, we’ll drag you into the abyss! Even if victorious, you’ll pay dearly. That’s the cost of your victory!”

After Liu Futong’s words, Ruyang King looked at his severely injured White Deer Army and sighed.

In this battle, his White Deer Army suffered the most casualties, losing over ten thousand people, leaving merely a few thousand survivors. Next was the Treasure Elephant Army, elite among elites, losing over two thousand men from a mere five thousand.

In contrast, the most numerous Grey Wolf Army lost fewer than ten thousand soldiers, their contribution notably minor.

Seeing this, Ruyang King sighed, ”If united in purpose, what difficulty lies in annihilating the Fire Worship Demon Sect?”

Liu Futong discerned Ruyang King’s meaning and replied, ”Haha, Ruyang King, much as I loathe admitting it, your court is indeed rotten. Despite twice my forces, you failed to take Bright Peak—truly laughable.”

Saying this, Liu Futong glanced at the Zoroastrian Sect members climbing from the ground, from piles of the dead, from pools of blood.

Each bore eyes gleaming with light, with the light of defiance!

Seeing these bright-eyed Zoroastrian Sect members, Liu Futong exclaimed with genuine admiration, ”Glorious, Holy Sect; glorious, Holy disciples!”

Seeing Liu Futong in such a state, Ruyang King said coldly, ”Twisted demon and heretic!”

Upon hearing Ruyang King’s words, Liu Futong ignored him, saying, ”The golden gong has sounded. Aren’t you leaving, or are you waiting for death?”

Ruyang King looked at Liu Futong and said, ”One day, you and I shall battle again.”

Liu Futong replied, ”With just you? Unqualified!”

Ruyang King bristled at these words, but was helpless.

He could only leave in anger.

Lacking the skill, what else could he do?

At this time, the court forces rapidly retreated, and seeing their complete withdrawal, Zoroastrian Sect members erupted in exhilarated cries.

”Ah, victory, victory!”

With shouts of victory, Zoroastrian Sect members fell into frenzy, the battle had been indeed arduous!

They shouted loudly one by one, ”Victory, victory!”

The sound spread throughout Wangchuan Pass.

Finally, Liu Futong sighed in relief, next coughing up a mouthful of black blood.

He stood morosely in place, clutching his chest.

This battle had been desperate. First imprisoned by Du Zundao for half a month, deprived even of water and rice, then pierced through the scapula by Han Miaozhen. Hardly rested post-release before facing the court’s assault, and everyone knew how brutal the ensuing fight was.

First battling Ruyang King, then forced energy flowing to save Duozhi Fox, worsening internal injuries. Throughout the fight, he endured pain and forced the energy to circulate.

Though he triumphed over Ruyang King, his internal injuries were severe.

Finally, unable to help coughing up blood.

Standing there grasping his chest and suffering alone, but soon noticed by Duozhi Fox, who ran over, asking, ”Venerable, are you alright?”

Liu Futong extended a hand and said, ”It’s nothing, cough, just my lungs!”

Duozhi Fox asked, ”Let me use energy flowing to heal your wounds.”

Liu Futong replied, ”No need. Right now, the priority isn’t my injuries but the cult members. Spread my orders, everyone clean the battlefield, doctors hurry to treat the cult members’ injuries. I don’t want our members to die from wounds post-battle.”

”Also tally casualties, prepare supplies, comfort bereaved families. We mustn’t let soldiers perish on the battlefield with none tending to their families!”

Liu Futong’s orders were conveyed one by one, and after receiving them, Duozhi Fox looked worriedly at the bleeding Liu Futong and said, ”Venerable, these aren’t urgent. Your injuries should be treated first.”

”Nonsense, my injuries are fine. You proceed to tally casualties and save dying cult members.”

”But...”

Duozhi Fox was quite troubled, but then heard a voice, ”Little Fox, follow the Master’s orders.”

Duozhi Fox listened, stunned, turned to see the betrothed Peng Yingyu and Fang Guozhen.

”Venerable, Dragon King!”

Duozhi Fox saw their eyes brimming with fervor, especially towards Fang Guozhen, even more intensely admiring him—his idol was Fang Guozhen, Brother Fang!

Both saw Duozhi Fox and said, ”Do as the Master just instructed, and as for the Master’s wounds, we’ll handle them.”

Hearing this, Duozhi Fox promptly said, ”Yes, I’ll heed both Lords.”

Duozhi Fox hurriedly departed, and Fang Guozhen watched Peng Yingyu and Liu Futong, saying, ”Haha, brothers, long time no see!”

Listening to Fang Guozhen, Liu Futong and Peng Yingyu exchanged a reminiscing glance, and said, ”Indeed, it’s been too long!”