163: You let the old man write a book for the demons to read? (asking for monthly tickets)

At that time, this book should be distributed not in Jin Guan City, but on the southern front, and even in the Ten Thousand Mountains!

Let those Devils see it too!

With this thought, inspiration flowed like a spring.

After all, Chen Yuan’s ultimate “target customers” were them!

But all of this required an opportunity, otherwise it would backfire.

He walked back and forth with his hands behind his back, pondering for a bit, then stopped and turned his head to look at Gongsun Yang, suddenly asking,

“Can you write trash talk?”

Gongsun Yang looked at the person in front of him, “This General, please elaborate.”

“It’s about making the villains appear hideous and detestable, and then making the main… *cough*… characters, well, you know what I mean, so that when the Devils read it, they’ll be so enraged they’ll jump up and curse.”

Chen Yuan “instructed” with a straight Face and calm heart.

Gongsun Yang listened to this, vaguely understanding Chen Yuan’s meaning, and his heart pounded for a moment, “This General, you’re not asking this old man to write something for the Devils, are you?”

Chen Yuan’s eyes curved upwards, and he gave a probing glance.

“Something like that. Why don’t you take a look and revise it?”

Gongsun Yang’s whiskers trembled slightly upon hearing this.

My goodness, this This General truly doesn’t follow the usual path!

He wouldn’t even dare to think such a thing.

Is he asking me to open up a new track?

A few minutes later, Gongsun Yang left the top of the Ninth Mountain with a troubled expression.

It was like a sugar daddy asking a screenwriter to drastically alter a script; one word from the sugar daddy, and the subordinate would be tearing out their hair.

Such a headache!

Chen Yuan found it amusing to see the Storyteller’s expression as he left.

He arrived full of enthusiasm, but left with a worried Face.

Perhaps he had thought it too simple?

He would try it first!

Thinking this, he continued to glance at the north side of the mountain a few more times. Finding nothing interesting, his body blurred in place and disappeared. When he reappeared, he was on a mountainside of the Ninth Mountain, carved by knives and axes.

Here sat a cluster of pavilions and towers, with flying eaves and covered bridges, flowing water and waterfalls, and pine and cypress trees. In the very center, a grand hall stood, similar in style to the main hall of Tianxiong Pass’s Inner City.

On the plaque, three bold characters, written with powerful strokes, were prominently displayed—Ninth Mountain.

This was the Ninth Mountain Zhonglang Hall!

Chen Yuan walked through the covered bridges with flying eaves, facing the mountain breeze, familiarizing himself with the layout.

Along the way, there were maidservants, servants, and patrolling soldiers. Seeing Chen Yuan, the newly appointed Ninth Mountain Zhonglang General, they all bowed their heads in salute.

Although the Ninth Mountain was only one of the twelve Fa Shan Army units under the Fushi!

Its personnel, organizations, and composition were quite complex.

For example, the Zhonglang Hall, where the Zhonglang General resided, had over a hundred This General servants and maids alone, responsible for the Zhonglang General and his family’s diet, daily life, and routine duties.

Underneath, the functional organizations, besides the Fa Shan Army that fought battles everywhere, also commanded ten divisions, such as the Horse Training Division responsible for training exotic horses, and the Striped Sword Division responsible for weapon forging, and so on.

Each mountain was a self-contained unit, complete with all its internal organs.

Even familiarizing oneself with its internal affairs would take a considerable amount of time.

Time was pressing, so Chen Yuan naturally didn’t have the energy to sort through these matters. Everything was still uncertain, and he hadn’t ordered anyone else to be summoned yet. He would wait until he returned from the west.

Thinking this, he stepped into the Zhonglang Hall.

A maidservant, seeing him enter, tiptoed in with small, quick steps, carrying tea and snacks, her skirt fluttering, and entered the hall.

“This General, you… haven’t had breakfast yet!”

“This servant will attend to you!”

Chen Yuan looked at the four pretty maidservants, dressed in Tang-style dresses, holding wooden cups, and with slightly nervous expressions on their small Faces. He thought for a moment that he was used to being alone and wasn’t quite accustomed to this yet. He spoke,

“Take the things back for now. I will call for you when I have instructions.”

“Yes!”

With a few chirps like orioles, the maidservants responded and withdrew.

After the few people left the hall, Chen Yuan flicked his sleeve, closing the main door.

He then paced, arriving at a quiet room behind the main hall.

Then he sat cross-legged, closed his eyes to regulate his breathing for a while, then opened his eyes, with divine light restrained. With a flick of his sleeve, a foot-high emerald-green small bottle floated before him.

A puff of Protective Aura blew out, extinguishing the Golden Core True Fire Restriction on the small bottle. Immediately, a clear chime sounded from within the bottle.

A Medicinal Pill shot out from the bottle’s mouth with a “whoosh.”

Chen Yuan’s eyes suddenly blazed, reflecting the Medicinal Pill. He instantly captured it, and it spun rapidly three feet in front of him.

It was precisely that Dao Cultivation Medicinal Pill bestowed by Pei Yanhu!

This Medicinal Pill was rumored to help accelerate the comprehension of Dao and condense the Dao Fruit.

He would lead troops to the Demon Battlefield in two days. At this moment, every bit of strength he could gain would add to his foundation for survival.

Thinking this, he exhaled a wisp of Golden Core True Fire, enveloped the Medicinal Pill, and swallowed it into his abdomen.

The next second, Chen Yuan’s body trembled.

A gun shot rang out from within him!

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At this moment, in the northern detached courtyard, discussions were arising everywhere.

“Ji Wuming of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect has obtained two more drops of Heavenly Gate Devil essence blood this time. It seems breaking through is a certainty for him. To be able to break into the Fourth Heavenly Gate at such a young age, few others in Shu Land can compare. It truly makes one envious.”

“Indeed, the most important thing is that Devil essence blood. Which Zhonglang General was so generous? One must know that this item is also of great use to the Fourth Heavenly Gate. I am impressed.”

“I just found out from a fellow Shu Mountain Disciple that it was precisely the Ninth Mountain Zhonglang General who is about to be conferred. I heard that Ji Wuming only met him once. This person received a blessing, which is enviable.”

“Hmph, this new Zhonglang General certainly has great spirit. I wonder what his background is. I haven’t heard of him. Why would the Dao Fu Division make such a grand display, inviting various Sects and aristocratic families to attend the ceremony?”

“That’s easy to understand. The Fushi summoned the various Schools for a meeting, surely to discuss countermeasures for the Ten Thousand Mountains. I heard from my Sect elders that the Fushi is currently like a sick tiger. It has consumed a great deal in recent years and is almost unable to hold on. So it is seeking help from the various Schools. Some may not give Face, but these are all gambits between important figures. Everyone should be prepared; some of us are likely to be sent to fight against the Yao Race. As for the ceremony, it’s just a side event!”

“That’s true. Later, I’ll gather some more fellow Disciples and exchange some things to prepare early.”

“………….”

Just as Disciples from various Schools were quietly discussing who the new Zhonglang General of the Ninth Mountain was,

At the same time, at the foot of the Ninth Mountain, horses neighed loudly.

Armor-clad soldiers received orders, rode out of the mountain, and then dispersed in all directions, galloping towards the bustling Jin Guan City, quickly rushing into the well-connected main streets.

“Jia!”

“Jia!”

“Jia!”

“……”

Armor-clad soldiers galloped through the streets.

Upon reaching a certain spot, one person stopped, quickly dismounted, and swiftly posted a paper notice on a wall.

Then he remounted and continued to gallop to the next location.

As soon as the Armor-clad soldier left, curious commoners immediately gathered around, looked at the posted notice, and began to read it aloud.

“Devils break through the Heavenly Gate, lives are devastated.”

“The Ninth Mountain is recruiting soldiers…”

The words on it were simple and direct.

Upon hearing that this was about going to war, the surrounding people immediately scattered like birds and beasts.

War meant death!