Refining the Mountains and Rivers

Since the mountain will not shift, I will go over it.

These words sounded charming and there was a sense of confidence and courage between the lines.

But if Qin Yu knew that the mountain that could not be avoided was on its way to the camp, he would be in a bad mood.

He lowered his head and looked at Hundred Saint. He said slowly, "I am going to ask questions. You don't have to say anything. You just have to nod or remain silent."

Nod to indicate he was right and remain silent to deny.

Hundred Saint appeared uneasy, but as he looked at Qin Yu he could only nod in agreement.

Qin Yu's first sentence already made him stiffen, "You got close to the lady from the Demon Sect."

He spoke vaguely in order to avoid using her name and getting detected.

This was not uncommon among cultivators.

Hundred Saint took a deep breath and nodded.

Alas, he seemed to have found something out.

Qin Yu knocked his knuckles on the table and said, "When I was underground, she was the one who told you that I was still alive?"

For Jiang Chengzi to be able to press lightly and cause Wu Tongtian to mess up must be because they knew about him.

The only one who could do this in the underground mine was her.

Hundred Saint nodded.

"She threatened you not to say more?"

"Did she ever seem murderous?"

"Has there been anything suspicious?"

As he asked his questions, Qin Yu relaxed slightly. His initial deduction was wrong. The lady from the Demon Sect had something terrifying backing her but…it did not have ill intentions towards him.

At least not for now.

Looking at Hundred Saint who was pale and had sweat running down his face, Qin Yu looked apologetic as he waved his hand, "Go and rest."

As if he had received a pardon, Hundred Saint bowed before rushing off. He was worried that if had continued standing there, his head would explode with a 'bom'.

Rubbing his chin, Qin Yu knew that the lady from the Demon Sect must have realized that he was staying at the camp and not intending to return.

He wondered what she would do next. Was she going to force her way into the camp? She would not dare to do something so dangerous, right?

……

Some unknown force was spurring on the construction of Qin Yu's tent. Zhao Chong was the first one to come and congratulate him. Although he only stayed for a while before leaving, he gave a huge gift.

Qin Yu could clearly sense that he was trying to mend their relationship.

Of course, although he might know it, accepting it was a different story.

Using a gift to wipe out the past was too easy. He had to look at the whole picture.

With that, General Jinwu settled down in the camp.

His duties lay with the underground mine and he did not need to interfere with the other things at the camp.

He was extremely free, and only when the Marshal called for a meeting would he appear.

Everyone could sense that Marshal Wu's calm face was turning more and more indifferent.

He was extremely subtle and was as motionless as a mountain. But that did not mean he was not angry.

As soon as the opportunity came, he would rage!

Qin Yu sat in the third position and looked down like a buddha statue.

Wu Tongtian was merely angry now, but even if their relationship became completely hostile, he would not leave.

……

Two groups were headed towards the border army camp.

One nearer and one further away.

The one that was near was moving slowly. What was strange was that the driver was a brilliant-looking chicken.

The further group was a lot bigger and they were rushing.

At the current rate, they would most likely reach the camp in a few more hours.

With the chicken as the driver, Lady Rourou sat inside. She rested her chin in her clean white hands as she looked out.

It was just a barren landscape and most parts of the barbarian land looked like this. However, Rourou's eyes were shining and she seemed very interested. She would even occasionally stick out her hand to feel the air.

She was like a pretty fish.

"Little chicken, what do you think about building a wooden house here and planting some trees and fruits?"

The chicken driver rolled his eyes thinking that she was a fool. How can you want to build a house on the battlefront between the West Desolate and the Western Barbarian Land?

What if you get dragged into the war? Who cares about your wooden house, trees or fruits…everything will be crushed!

But he kept it in and merely nodded in a way that seemed to say, yes lady, you are right. I will support you.

They were about to reach the army camp and he would hand this woman over to Qin Yu. That ungrateful brat can deal with her!

Chicken overlord skillfully flicked the whip and with a 'pak', the carriage sped up.

Ah, I am a genius. I learn so quickly. I look so handsome driving a carriage!

……

In the marshal tent, Wu Tongtian placed down a jade slip as he frowned.

Lord Chengtian was here!

He could not understand what His Majesty was trying to do. He had paid the price for the mine. Was he going to keep pushing it?

Did he really think that he was weak or easy to deal with?

In the huge tent, the atmosphere was cold and seemed to freeze.

A group of advisors were writing and as they looked at the marshal, they looked solemn.

In this situation, a careless mistake would cause huge trouble!

How could the higher-ups in the imperial army allow this to happen? The elders in the Imperial Clan should not let His Majesty cause trouble!

Especially in this sensitive period.

……

Lord Chengtian was expressionless.

He had been ordered to come to the West Border Army camp, but the journey had not been smooth.

The army as well as the elders in the Imperial Clan had all tried to put a stop to it.

The corners of his mouth pulled into a sinister and mocking smile. What a bunch of fools!

How can you all understand His Majesty's intentions? The Later Ye Family's silence was such a clear signal. How can you all not understand?

Or maybe they noticed but did not care. Did they think that because His Majesty was about to give up the throne, he had no power?

A bunch of fools!

If His Majesty wanted, he could turn all of them to dust at any time.

But now was not the time.

What His Majesty wanted was not a moment of happiness but a legacy that would last forever.

He wanted to lead the West Desolate to become stronger and stronger until they were the strongest empire in the entire Desolate Area!

They wanted to…beat the Central Desolate.

To reach there, His Majesty had to achieve immortal feats, and this was the only way to break the old rules.

He was here at the West Border Army camp for this.

Truthfully, it was progressing a lot faster than expected and Lord Chengtian could understand why His Majesty was anxious.

His Majesty had always been extremely powerful. However, when he thought that General Jinwu died, it was the first time he felt tired and powerless.

His Majesty did not want to experience this ever again and he had to quickly set things up.

Looking up, there was a flash in Lord Chengtian's eyes.

He had already known about Qin Yu going against Wu Tongtian directly.

He did well in this!

His Majesty needed this kind of attitude. Naming him a first-class Earl was to reward him.

Controlling the sinners in the underground mine was nothing much. Putting Marshal Wu in his place and helping His Majesty stabilize the situation was the true contribution.

……

Qin Yu's heart jumped when he saw Hundred Saint. Hundred Saint looked as if he saw a ghost.

Instinct told him that there was trouble!

Alas, his excellent instinct was right.

"General, Lady Rourou is here!"

Hundred Saint wanted to cry. When Qin Yu questioned him, he did not say anything.

However, he had already shown everything he knew.

Would she let him off? Who knows, she might have come to kill him!

Even though he was with Qin Yu in the border army camp, he still felt like he was in danger.

It was…it was because the feeling Lady Rourou gave him was too scary!

He was like a rolling loach in mud facing a condor soaring in the nine heavens. Their difference was too great.

It was impossible for him to resist.

Qin Yu turned ashen as his heart sped up.

He did not hesitate to turn and leave, "Tell Lady Rourou that I am looking for her and ask her to go to the marshal tent!"

She had already caught up with him. If he could not avoid it, then he could only expose everything.

Who was the strongest in the border army camp? Although Wu Tongtian had yet to let out any of his aura, if he was able to become the Marshal and hold that position, there was no doubt that he was the strongest in the West Border Army!

Moreover, there were the extremely powerful guards that stayed hidden in the darkness around the marshal tent.

Hundred Saint's lips trembled, "General…" He shouted as he looked like he was about to cry, "I don't dare to go!"

Qin Yu halted and turned around. There was no hint of mockery in his eyes. Being afraid was not shameful. He was also afraid. If not, he would not hide in the army camp.

"Find someone to inform her…Zhao Chong, get him to greet her!"

Hundred Saint turned and left.

General Jinwu Ning Qin was definitely the most disliked person amongst the people in the marshal tent.

But although they did not like him, they had to endure and greet him. As a first-class Earl, they had to be respectful.

"Greetings, General Jinwu!"

The guards at the marshal tent bowed.

Qin Yu nodded and said calmly, "I have an urgent matter and I need to see the Marshal."

The young general keeping guard had wanted to say something but when he saw Qin Yu's expression, he swallowed his words.

"General Jinwu, please wait a while."

He went in to report and quickly came back out, "The Marshal is handling some matters now. If…"

Qin Yu frowned and walked directly into the marshal tent, "I have to see the Marshal now!"

Woosh -

A look sunk over him like water and felt like a stone falling.

Qin Yu bowed, "Greetings Marshal!"

Wu Tongtian frowned. Coldness flowed in his eyes and his voice was as still as water.

"General Jinwu, what do you want?"

He had found out about Lord Chengtian coming and right at this moment, General Jinwu had barged in.

Was this a coincidence? Or was it planned?

Hmph!

Time and time again. Did they really think that he, the Marshal of the West Border Army, did not dare to kill anyone?