CHAPTER 126
Dongfang Jue's Strategist
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Su Cheng sat at the tea table, twirling Yulan's creamy gray hair between his fingers—perhaps silver, though Su Cheng wasn't particularly sensitive to color.
Across from him, Cheng Liang maintained his protagonist-like composure, unfazed by the situation, radiating an air of effortless mastery over any storm.
Su Cheng didn't know how much Cheng Liang understood about that blade of sanction forged from authority, but he had said all he could at this moment.
That blade was indeed absurdly powerful, yet not entirely unbeatable.
Cheng Liang glanced at Pei Ling and smiled. "It seems my senior brother is unaware. This blade was passed down by our great-grandmaster and has been by my side for many years. However, the great-grandmaster had long instructed that I was not destined for this blade, which is why it was passed on to his disciple."
Su Cheng sneered coldly. "Hmph. If that is the case, perhaps I was overthinking things. I shall say no more. I hope you handle this well."
"Husband! That clearly…"
"Yu Lan."
Su Cheng smiled, merely glancing up before leading Yu Lan away.
At the tea table, Pei Ling asked curiously, "Master, what about the sword?"
Cheng Liang chuckled softly, gazing in the direction Su Cheng had departed without answering. In his heart, he formed a few conjectures about that sly fox.
Meanwhile, Dongfang Jue, unusually, did not follow like a shadow. He had slipped away at some point and returned to the Mo Guan camp.
"Immortal?"
"Hm?" A small head poked out from behind the military tent, noodles in hand, slurping away.
This was the figure Dongfang Jue had encountered by chance some days prior, who called himself the Flower-Seeking Immortal Lord, also known as the Tyrant.
This being bore some resemblance to the Dragon King Yu Lan, both possessing petite, childlike figures.
Despite their childlike forms, these immortals possessed supreme supernatural powers.
Dongfang Jue scanned him with her system, finding no information—just like with Su Cheng.
Dongfang Jue initially intended to ignore her, assuming not every immortal would be as approachable as Immortal Su.
However, this immortal offered to aid Dongfang Jue in bolstering the human race's destiny. Moreover, she could help Dongfang Jue gain admission to the Lingxian Hall. Only then did Dongfang Jue agree to provide her with a meal.
"So Shangguan Rou obtained a treasure blade named Wind Chant, and actually fought that Ye Qinghan!"
"Never heard of it. What does the blade look like?" Though the shredded pork noodles were hardly a delicacy in Dongfang Jue's eyes, the tyrant devoured them with such relish that she found herself growing hungry just watching!
Dongfang Jue sat at the table, observing the slightly adorable little brat before him. He thought to himself, this immortal actually smacks his lips while eating…
After a moment, Dongfang Jue replied, "It's a straight-bladed long sword, ablaze with…"
"That's the Blade of Judgment. I bet your Master Su panicked the moment he saw it!" The tyrant set down his chopsticks, smiling.
Dongfang Jue perked up, nodding eagerly. "The immortal recognizes that weapon?"
"Heh, I recognize it, and your Master Su recognizes it too. But that's not the point."
Dongfang Jue's curiosity now fully piqued, he pressed on, "Then what is the point?"
"The point is… why are you asking this?" The Tyrant stopped mid-sentence, seemingly realizing this wasn't something Dongfang Jue should know, and abruptly fell silent.
Dongfang Jue was displeased and reached out to snatch the shredded pork noodles from the Flower-Seeking Immortal.
"Stop eating! You won't tell me anything, yet you spend all day scrounging food and drink in my camp! I'm not keeping you around anymore!"
The Immortal Lord panicked, quickly shielding his bowl with his arms. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Don't get so worked up!"
Dongfang Jue thought to himself: If you hadn't actually been right about something, I'd have kicked you out of the camp ages ago, you little brat!
"You claimed to be my military strategist, promising to help me join the Lingxian Hall. Yet you offer no counsel whatsoever! What use are you to me?"
Behold the so-called Tyrant Immortal, known for his womanizing ways, now wearing a fawning expression: "Hey hey hey, Miss Dongfang, don't be impatient! Just hear me out!"
The Tyrant finished his noodle soup before smiling and speaking.
"I see your concern—you fear Su Cheng is no match for that Cheng Liang, is that not so?"
Dongfang Jue thought, Is that even a question?
"Yes. So can Master Su handle that Punishment Blade?"
The Tyrant let out a long sigh, as if he'd eaten a huge bowl of noodles and felt bloated.
"It's the Sanction Blade, not some Sanction Greatsword. That's a weapon of authority from another realm—a divine weapon forged from pure power."
Dongfang Jue raised an eyebrow, feigning understanding…
"So you're saying the Sanction Blade isn't a weapon or a magical artifact, but a form of energy?"
The Tyrant clapped his hands, as if possessed by Li Shiyao: "You're smarter than I thought—you're absolutely right!"
"But can Sect Leader Su handle it?"
"If it were that woman from before, Su Cheng definitely couldn't handle it. But with Shangguan Rou as she is now, she can't even make a ripple."
Dongfang Jue suddenly realized the blind spot!
Back then, Su Cheng, a woman, and unable to handle it?
"That woman back then? Did Master Su have a woman back then?"
The Tyrant scratched his head. "Let's get back to discussing your initiation into Lingxian Hall."
Dongfang Jue wasn't stupid. This question was crucial to her, and the crucial point the Immortal Sovereign had just mentioned hadn't been explained at all!
"So… Master Su's woman came to this world?"
"What are you thinking? That's impossible."
"Why not?"
The Tyrant couldn't help but think Dongfang Jue was a bit too dense—no wonder she couldn't be admitted to the Lingxian Hall…
"Think about it—if the Ling Frost Sword appeared in the hands of a child on the street, what would that signify?"
Dongfang Jue pondered for a moment. Ling Shuang Sword Ye Qinghan never parted with it… If it appeared on the street… that would mean Ye Qinghan was dead…
"Master Su's partner is dead?"
"Though I know you meant no offense, I still urge you to show some respect. If such careless words were to reach your Master Su's ears, forget about becoming his disciple—you wouldn't even keep your life!"
Dongfang Jue was startled by his own words!
Moreover, the tyrant's expression had shifted from his usual demeanor, now bearing a stern look.
Dongfang Jue surmised that the woman must also hold a position of high authority.
"My apologies, that was not my intention."
"It's fine. But regarding this apprenticeship matter, I think you're a bit too cocky."
The tyrant scrutinized Dongfang Jue, his gaze as critical as a surgeon who'd botched an operation. His next words felt like a resigned admission: We tried our best…
Dongfang Jue thought to himself, "So what if I'm a bit too much? Why are you staring at my chest?"
"Military Strategist, what should Jue'er do?"
"I have a plan. Even if it fails, it will make Sect Leader Su reconsider his opinion of you."
Dongfang Jue perked up instantly. "Oh? Strategist, speak quickly!"
Just then, an armored soldier burst into the tent, bellowing, "Report!"
Dongfang Jue looked utterly speechless, yet helpless. The military strategist vanished the instant the soldier burst in.
"Lihe Pass… has fallen!"
"Damn it! Send my orders…" Dongfang Jue grabbed the helmet from the table, clamped it under his arm, and hurried out of the tent.
The child known as the Tyrant reappeared, leaning back in his chair, smiling as he spoke to himself…
"This is getting more and more interesting, my lord. With your current state, how do you plan to deal with her?"
"I told you to treat her better. Now look what you've done—she's come looking for you~"
"I can't help you now. I can't beat that vixen either. Master, you'd better hope for the best~"
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