267 Song Ya’s Plan

September Hook.

The snowflakes blanketed most of the arc-shaped mountain, and on the silver frost, many Sacred Heart disciples in ragged clothes raised their heads, their eyes lifeless and their limbs twitching.

As they walked aimlessly on the snow, their bodies trembled. Some had their limbs stuck to the ground, sniffing like wild beasts, while others spat out hot air from their mouths from time to time.

They were in a daze, like walking corpses.

Fatty Ji Yuan’s face darkened as he looked at the Sacred Heart disciples that filled the mountains and plains. “We’ve been hiding for half a month. Are we going to be cowards all the time just because of Qin Huai?”

Zou Shuang remained calm, holding an iron pestle and grinding it on the whetstone. “If you ask me, you and I should directly invite the divine blood to our bodies. Wouldn’t it be fine if we just pushed the Nine Dragons sect?”

Ji Yuan grew angry, having gone many days without fresh blood. His subordinates had massacred all the villages within a thirty-mile radius of Jiu Yue Gou, leaving them with no choice but to send a small group of disciples to hunt for blood food in cities further away.

“I don’t believe that Qin Huai doesn’t care about his subordinates as much as we do.”

Zou Shuang listened to Ji Yuan’s endless nagging and stopped working. “Don’t forget the mission our lord gave us, let the whole Lingjiang become an altar.”

Of course, Qin Huai was the main reason for this, being proficient in poison and having a terrifying power that even the great refined blood could not survive.

If one were to say that the accumulation of pure numbers was not very effective against a bone pattern realm expert, then it would not be a big deal.

In that case, numbers were meaningless against Qin Huai, who was in the bone pattern realm.

“Be patient. Qin Huai has risen, so someone else is more uneasy than us,” Zou Shuang’s voice was cold. “As far as I know, Song Ya started his pursuit from Pingnan City and killed Qin Huai for hundreds of miles. Even after he married into the Li family of the Nine Dragons sect, there was still a very bold assassination attempt. Do you think Qin Huai will let this matter rest with his personality?”

Zou Shuang stopped his work and raised the iron pestle under the sunlight. The dazzling light hit the iron pestle, emitting waves of coldness. “Even if Qin Huai can let it go, will Song Ya accept it? Can you sleep at night?”

Ji Yuan figured it out. “You have news?”

Zou Shuang said coldly, “A few days ago, I happened to borrow a person to deliver a letter to the county governor. Song Ya’s army and the county governor’s mansion have been exchanging letters so closely recently that it’s unprecedented.

“Moreover, Qin Huai was frequently mentioned in the letter. When the time comes, we only need to wait for the county governor to make a move. This is the safest method. When the time comes, I’ll invite the black blood to possess me. It’s not too late.”

“Good!”

Suddenly, Ji Yuan’s rage exploded. Roaring, he seized a disciple beside him whose eyes lacked spirit. With a powerful exertion of both hands, he ripped off the disciple’s arm, causing blood to spurt out and a blood-red wheel to form on the ground.

Despite his injuries, the disciple remained in a daze, seemingly oblivious to the pain.

“However, these guys won’t be able to last long without blood to sustain them,” Ji Yuan spoke coldly. “I’ve already dispatched hunters to procure blood further away.”

Fifty miles west of Huai Dan City.

In the general’s tent, Song Ya sat clutching his sword with his most loyal deputy general before him.

“My lord, we’ve received word from Lingjiang,” his deputy reported. “Our letters were stolen by the Sacred Heart sect.”

“So what? We want Qin Huai dead, and the Sacred Heart sect surely wants the same,” Song Ya replied, his eyes fixed on the deputy general. “When the time comes, we’ll join forces with the Sacred Heart sect to take down the Nine Dragons sect. That would be even better.”

The deputy general frowned slightly, realizing that Song Ya had likely predicted the theft of their letters by the Sacred Heart sect. “I have a suggestion,” he said thoughtfully. “Why don’t we take the opposite approach and ally ourselves with the Nine Dragons sect and the Sacred Heart sect?”

“That’s not appropriate. The Sacred Heart sect is a motley crew,” Song Ya immediately rejected the idea. “Although they have a large number of people and appear intimidating, they can’t withstand a single blow from my army.”

Song Ya immediately rejected this plan.

“The Nine Dragons sect is different. They are True Path sect followers and have been a thorn in my side for some time,” he continued. “Moreover, Qin Huai went to great lengths to become the sect master and attain bone pattern realm abilities. His temperament and skills are far superior to ordinary people. If I don’t eliminate him, I won’t be able to sleep or eat in peace.”

Song Ya regretted only one thing: that he had not sent more warriors to kill Qin Huai. He should have sent those who had reached the bone pattern realm to chase him down.

“The Balance Army and the Sacred Heart sect can be slowed down, but not the Nine Dragons sect!” he emphasized to the deputy general. “You must realize that to resist foreign aggression, one must first stabilize the interior. This is an eternal truth.”

He patted the deputy general’s shoulder earnestly.

“This subordinate understands!” the black-robed deputy general replied obediently, though he inwardly sighed at the situation.

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