259: Fair, one person at a time.

Inside the Kunlun Immortal Palace, Lu Yuchen was seriously tinkering with a water mirror for a long time.

This water mirror was conjured by his magic power, its function roughly equivalent to a low-spec live broadcast.

Inside the mirror, the Changping battlefield was a sight of fluttering banners and swarming people. But after observing for a long time, both sides were just staring at each other, and apart from occasionally sending out a few small units to hurl insults, there wasn't even a decent spark of conflict.

"No, it's too lukewarm."

Lu Yuchen stroked his chin, a look of dissatisfaction on his face.

"Last time with the Zhao Army, it was just a small skirmish, not impactful enough. This time, I must do something big, to make a name for myself in one go!"

He pondered, realizing he needed to make an appearance.

How to make an appearance, that was a technical skill.

Float directly in front of the two armies and shout, "Stop fighting, listen to me"? Too foolish, like an old man mediating a dispute in a village, it would be demeaning.

Pretend to be a god, create some auspicious omens falling from the sky? Too common, those old emperors have seen too much of it and might not believe it.

"I need to find an opportunity."

Lu Yuchen's eyes darted around, and a cunning plan instantly formed in his mind.

"Hero saves the beauty... no, it's a High One saves the day! This script is classic, and effective!"

He snapped his fingers, a very lewd smile appearing on his face.

"That's how it'll be!"

...At the same time.

In the Great Qin Army camp, in the main central tent.

The general, clad in heavy armor and with a face as stern as if carved by a knife, was staring intently at the huge sand table in front of him, his brows furrowed into a knot.

That old Lian Po, like a turtle, was holed up in his shell and refused to come out.

If this dragged on, the army's morale would surely collapse.

"General!"

From outside the tent came a steady report.

A young general, dressed in a captain's uniform, looking no older than twenty, but with eyes as sharp as an eagle's, strode in.

He was a rising star in the army.

"This subordinate greets the Great General!"

"Hmm."

"Have you found anything from your reconnaissance of the terrain?"

"Reporting to the Great General, it has been thoroughly investigated." The young man pulled out a scroll of parchment map from hisPregnant and respectfully presented it.

The general's gaze swept across the map, then he pointed to a narrow valley pass, his voice icy.

"This place, called 'Baili Xing', is the only way for the Zhao Army's grain supply route."

"Tonight, you will lead three hundred elite soldiers, infiltrate this place, and for this General... set a fire."

At these words, the young man's heart sank sharply.

Three hundred men, to burn the Zhao Army's grain supply route?

What was the difference between that and going to their deaths?

He knew very well that this was a mission of certain death.

But, military orders were like mountains.

"This subordinate... obeys!"

Without a moment's hesitation, he bowed deeply to the middle-aged general, turned, and was about to leave.

His back was filled with desolation and resolve.

"Wait."

The young man's steps paused.

"If the situation is impossible, you may make your own judgment; preserving yourself is paramount."

Looking at the still warm token in his hand, the young man's heart warmed, and his sharp eyes reddened slightly.

He knew that the general was... leaving him a way out.

"This subordinate will not fail in his mission!"

He bowed deeply again, turned, and strode away... Night, black as ink.

Within Baili Xing, the valley pass was filled with murderous intent.

Three hundred Great Qin elite soldiers, like ghosts in the dark night, moved silently and stealthily.

However, just as they reached the center of the valley pass, about to arrive at the Zhao Army's grain supply camp.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Countless arrows, glinting with cold light, shot out without warning from the mountain walls on both sides!

Arrows rained down!

"Not good! An ambush! Form ranks!"

Someone let out an angry roar.

The three hundred elite soldiers reacted quickly, raising their shields without thinking, forming a crude turtle shell formation!

But the Zhao Army was clearly well-prepared.

Among the rain of arrows, there were also countless burning fire arrows.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Flames shot into the sky!

In just a brief encounter, the seemingly impregnable turtle shell formation was scattered to pieces!

Screams and wails rose one after another!

"Kill!"

From the mountain walls, thousands of Zhao Army soldiers, who had been waiting for a long time, rushed down like tigers descending from the mountain, howling!

Leading them was a Zhao Army deputy general, who looked at the Great Qin Army, already surrounded like turtles in a jar, and revealed a cruel, sinister smile.

"Qin people! Do you really think General Lian Po is a pushover?!"

"Today, these three hundred elite soldiers of yours will come but not return!"

"Kill them all! Leave no one alive!"

The battle instantly escalated into a frenzy.

Although the Great Qin Army was elite, they were ultimately outnumbered.

In just the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, they had already suffered heavy casualties, and their formation was on the verge of collapse.

The young man was covered in blood, his longsword already blunted from hacking.

He watched as his comrades fell one after another around him, his sharp eyes filled with unwillingness and despair!

It's over!

Today, it seemed he was truly going to perish here!

Just as he was preparing to fight to the death and perish with the enemy.

"Om—!"

A profound Qi descended from the Nine Heavens!

The entire battlefield, where the clamorous cries of battle had been raging, suddenly ceased in that instant!

Everyone, whether from the Great Qin Army or the Zhao Army, stiffened, as if pressed down by an invisible giant hand, making even moving a little finger a luxury!

Time, it seemed, had stopped at this moment.

The sky full of arrows, just like before, hung suspended in mid-air.

The swinging butcher knives were rigidly held above their heads!

On everyone's faces, the ferocious, frantic expressions from before death were still frozen.

Only one person could still move.

The young man.

He stared blankly at the miraculous scene before him, his mind buzzing, instantly blank!

This... what was happening?!

Just as he was bewildered and doubting his sanity.

A figure slowly walked out from the pitch-black night.

No, he floated down.

The newcomer was dressed in a green robe, with black hair flowing, and beneath his feet, he was actually stepping on an ancient longsword that emitted a faint glow!

Flying on a sword!

Beside him, followed a magnificent white tiger with a 'King' character on its forehead!

The tiger was extraordinarily majestic, its golden eyes filled with... disdain?

As if looking at a group of ants.

The man in the green robe slowly descended from mid-air, landing steadily in the center of the battlefield, which had already become a scene of carnage.

He wrinkled his brow, somewhat displeased.

He reached out, and from the rain of arrows suspended in mid-air, he casually picked up a feathered arrow.

He held it before his eyes, examining it for a moment.

Then, as if he had seen some utterly uninteresting trash, he casually tossed it away.

"Clink."

A soft sound.

That feathered arrow, along with the entire rain of arrows, all turned into... flying dust.

After doing all this, he slowly turned his head, casting his gaze upon the already terrified Meng Ao.

He looked at him, a helpless smile on his face, shaking his head, and gently sighing.

"Ah, truly."

"All this fighting and killing, how uninteresting."

"You've all disturbed this Venerable One's cultivation."

"I helped the Zhao Army before, so to be fair, one turn each."

As soon as his voice fell.

He waved his sleeve... the entire valley returned to silence.

Only the young man surnamed Meng, and the hundred or so Great Qin elite soldiers who had survived the ordeal behind him, still stood dumbfounded in place.

The wind gently blew, stirring up the dust on the ground.

The man in the green robe, and the majestic white tiger, also slowly dissipated like a dream bubble.

As if they had never appeared.

"Gulp."

Someone, he didn't know who, swallowed with difficulty.

"Gen... General..." A surviving soldier's voice trembled, his face filled with the ecstasy of surviving a catastrophe and... deep reverence.

"We... we... we survived?"

The young man did not answer.

He simply fell to his knees with a "thud," his legs giving way, and actually knelt directly on the ground, kowtowing three times heavily towards the night sky, which was already empty.

"My Great Qin elite soldiers, thank the Immortal for saving our lives!"