novelzi Chapter 257: The Regular Cast and the Trump Card
Chapter 257: The Regular Cast and the Trump Card
As the Forbidden Army Instructor, who also equated to the ancient Imperial Guard, Lin Chong was definitely a prominent figure in the Imperial Capital.
Upon heart-searching self-inquiry, this National Guardian Great General, in Sima Zhantian’s eyes, though not as eminent as Northern King Ye Feng, surely wouldn’t be far behind. However, such a person in the Imperial Capital, with authority reaching the sky,
why did he also come?
Following Lin Chong, several more people successively reported their names and origins.
Including Zhang Che, four individuals from the mysterious Utility Pavilion arrived; in terms of cultivation level, they were the strongest group, with three Middle Rank Martial Kings and one High-Level; on the National Guardian General side, including Lin Chong, there were two generals in total, except Lin Chong’s bodyguard was also a Martial King; three Martial Kings came from the Three Offices of the Xuanyuan Nation, they were the heads of various Earth Regions, among whom the head of the Supervisory Heaven Department, Sima Zhantian, had once briefly encountered, this person had appeared alongside Ge Nie at a banquet in Northern Su.
As for the other four, they came from different noble families; however, these families within the entire Xuanyuan Nation were of the kind without a shred of fame. Sima Zhantian was fairly certain these people were either from the families of several Guardian Sect Leaders or related to the Great General of Nation Guard who was far away in the Imperial Capital.
The remaining Great Grandmasters looked at each other, all shook their heads with wry smiles and felt envy; below a Martial King, all were as ants, and this topic among Martial Kings, how could their group of Grandmasters get involved?
A total of fourteen Martial Kings, all related to the actual power holders of the Xuanyuan Nation, Sima Zhantian inwardly muttered trouble. Clearly, this war had surpassed the dispute for the Northern Border King’s throne, the high-level confrontation had become so urgent.
Is the King really ready?
In the Central Battlefield, Heavenly Sound Mountain, belonging to Ye Feng, was now devoid of people as everyone retreated to deal with orders from secondary peaks.
"Young Master, Heavenly Sound Mountain is empty now, shall we take it?"
Above Qing Yun Peak, Zhu Guangbo was in contact with that mysterious Young Master, the call being encrypted and direct.
Although it appeared that the contest was between Zhu Guangbo and Ye Feng, in reality, all control wasn’t in the hands of Zhu. Even the people who came over from the Zhu Family of the Northeast didn’t hesitate to follow the mysterious Young Master’s orders.
And Zhu Guangbo, although he was a General overseeing the main peak, had no choice but to stay there. Two masked men in black, while watching the flags, were also guarding this person in charge.
Before the contest was decided, the three people on Qing Yun Peak couldn’t leave, unless they were prepared to leave their lives behind before doing so.
"Take it down!"
"Don’t worry about any empty-fort strategy, I know Ye Feng too well, he would never resort to risky tactics unless absolutely necessary."
The phone call was brief, only replying with two sentences before hastily ending it, Zhu Guangbo then acted according to the instructions.
On the upper battlefield, at a secluded point in Destiny Mountain, a young man wearing a blue tight-fitting suit was breathing and regulating his breath with eyes closed; he had well-proportioned features, and his eyes and eyebrows exuded a sharpness that was hard to describe.
"Young Master, are we really doing nothing?"
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The meditating person was Zhang Wenyuan, who came from the Imperial Capital to assist Ye Feng, and the people around him were the force secretly cultivated by the Daotian Group over the years, two Martial Kings and twelve Grandmasters.
Upon first meeting this Second Young Master of the Zhang Family, Ye Feng was surprised, and also very curious; the little-known Second Young Master of the Zhang Family turned out to be rather extraordinary, as the cultivation level he displayed was that of a Martial King.
Even more bizarre was that Zhang Wenyuan’s cultivation level could be both Primary Level and Middle Rank.
"Do what?"
Zhang Wenyuan opened his eyes and retorted.
"Er!"
The subordinate did not know how to respond; wasn’t I asking you, yet you turn around and ask me.
"Ye Feng didn’t ask us to do anything."
"The scenery is nice, it’s a bit cold, but squeezing together we can still have a good sleep, don’t idle about, those who should rest, rest."
After saying this, Zhang Wenyuan closes his eyes again.
Indeed, Ye Feng had not arranged anything for Zhang Wenyuan, only saying to him: play it by ear; as for what role Zhang Wenyuan could play, that was not for Ye Feng to consider.
To distrust the suspicious, to trust those employed.@@@@
Perhaps Zhang Wenyuan could become a trump card in Ye Feng’s hands, or perhaps Ye Feng never really cared about him, just perfunctorily dealing with him.
In such an atmosphere, with such a woman, such a beauty, you can actually bear to let her come to the battlefield?
If Ye Feng hasn’t lost his mind, then this Miss Yu Feiyu must have genuinely offended the sovereign. Qin He felt he couldn’t stay much longer; this team claimed to be fit for observation, not suited for war.
"Yawn!"
Could someone be cursing me?
Atop the main peak of Sky Sword Peak, Ye Feng, seated under the Black Dragon Banner, yawned for no apparent reason, his face filled with melancholy—it would be seven days before he could see Hong Qingyan again.
The military chess remains unmoved!
"Did you go see Sima Zhantian?"
A fiery red figure descended beside Ye Feng.
"Hmm."
Feng Yuan answered directly, without any concealment.
"I didn’t expect a woman like you to think highly of him,"
Ye Feng mused to himself with surprise.
Considering Feng Yuan’s cultivation level, which even he could hardly catch up with, her affection for a big shot like Sima Zhantian suggested that perhaps feelings really could be hammered out.
"His personality is very in line with that side; do you think when I choose people, I must look at their cultivation level?"
Feng Yuan casually set up a fire shield.
Her existence was something Ye Feng said had to remain a secret from everyone, at least for now.
"Got it!"
"Sister Feng Yuan is straightforward, I admire you, Ye Feng. Then, with my character, how would I fare if I went there?"
Ye Feng gestured for Feng Yuan to have a seat.
To be honest, if Feng Yuan really ended up with Sima Zhantian someday, Ye Feng would wholeheartedly support it; at first, he thought she was just joking around.
"You’d get beaten."
Feng Yuan thought for a moment and said.
A single Alien Great Wall, which they had defended for three thousand years, had no need for someone like Ye Feng who calculated everything to perfection. All they needed was a bowl of wine and a man who could leap into battle and slay hundreds of enemies.
"I can also drink."
Ye Feng grinned, unconvinced that he was someone who just stood there to be beaten.
"I know that; let’s drink together sometime."
Feng Yuan was equally unconvinced.
Good at drinking? Even better. After a few drinks, the fighting becomes even crisper.
Moved by her words, Ye Feng smiled and said:
"That sounds great, how about inviting Sima Zhantian too?"
Ye Feng had a hunch that Feng Yuan’s alcohol tolerance wouldn’t be far off, and inviting Sima Zhantian was part of another agenda. It was time for that big shot to wake up and realize that the world didn’t just belong to men.
"That’s fine."
"Although I don’t know why, I’m sure Old Long wants you there too,"
Feng Yuan avoided Ye Feng’s gaze and looked out at the snowy landscape below the peak.