43: Chapter 43 Meeting in a Dream
γ "Back to Host, the stored energy has been replenished to the critical point." γ
γ "This time, your public display of divinity will consume all remaining energy." γ
γ "After execution, Host will be unable to maintain your existence in this realm." γ
"I know."
Su Chen's voice was terrifyingly calm.
"After I replace Sima Yi, there shouldn't be any existence in this world capable of threatening her anymore, right?"
γ "Theoretically, that is the case." γ
Murong Yue, the Wang Family, the Liu Family, the Great Hao Dynasty's God of War, Guo Wenzhuo, Huo Meng, Sima Yi...
Su Chen recalled the hardships of the journey and sighed.
"System, do me one more favor."
"Can you let Xiao Yu⦠sleep more soundly?"
"It would be best if she doesn't wake up even when the decisive battle arrives tomorrow morning."
γ "?" γ
"System, I have my own considerations."
"Please take the scene of me leading the Great Qian army into battle tomorrow morning and weave it into the most realistic dream for her."
γ "Understood." γ
γ "Starting to construct the dream projection, injecting information specified by Host." γ
γ "Energy guiding, Zhuge Jinyu's subconscious protection has been temporarily bypassed... Dream construction complete." γ
The system's efficiency was extremely high.
A moment later, Su Chen could feel the young girl in his arms sleeping more deeply.
Even the furrowed worry between her brows had smoothed out.
The corners of her lips even curved into a serene arc, filled with anticipation.
In the eastern horizon, the first light of dawn had vaguely appeared.
"Xiao Yu, your teacher is leaving."
Su Chen took one last look at Zhuge Jinyu, who was still sleeping soundly on the military bed.
His consciousness, like silk being pulled from a cocoon, peeled away from the mirror entirely.
This time, he no longer needed Zhuge Jinyu's kiss to bring him back into the mirror.
Su Chen's gaze, carrying his final will and power, cast itself upon the thirty thousand remaining Great Qian troops outside the tent, who were standing by in fearful anticipation.
At this moment, outside the camp.
Mournful horn blasts pierced the silence of the early morning at Wuzhang Plains.
Every Great Qian soldier who rushed out of their tents knew.
This was not just a morning wake-up call; it was the death knell of the Great Qian.
On the horizon, the black tide of the Great Wei army was visible to the naked eye.
Countless military flags blocked out the sky and sun, and the soaring killing intent almost stained half the sky red.
The few remaining Great Qian troops were already standing in formation.
But as the Great Wei army drew closer, they felt the overwhelming disadvantage in numbers.
What was worse, Zhuge Jinyu in the commander's tent had not sent any orders.
This caused panic to spread through the Great Qian army like a plague.
"Where is Prime Minister Zhuge? Why hasn't she appeared yet?"
A general anxiously rushed toward Zhuge Jinyu's commander tent, only to be blocked by Huang Ying, who stepped out with a sword in hand.
Her face was equally pale, but she did not budge an inch.
"Prime Minister... she has not yet woken up."
"What?! The enemy is at the front lines; how can the Prime Minister be sleeping?!"
The crowd could not help but clamor.
However, for a moment, the generals were wary of the cultivation of Zhuge Jinyu and her personal guard Huang Ying, so none dared to rush into the tent.
Just then, a calm yet vast voice echoed clearly in the depths of every Great Qian soldier's mind.
"Soldiers, do not panic."
"I believe many of you present should know who I am."
To be honest, Su Chen's voice was unfamiliar to most of the Great Qian soldiers.
However, there were always some who had seen Su Chen display his divinity during the earthquake in the Great Qian capital and had heard his voice.
Someone shouted out, not knowing who it was.
"It's the National Teacher!"
"It's that mysterious National Teacher who is said to possess heaven-reaching abilities!"
"Prime Minister Zhuge has other important matters to handle and is not just sleeping in the tent."
"This battle will be commanded by me."
"If you are willing to trust me, I ask the forty thousand present to hand over control of your senses and bodies to me. I can guarantee you a great victory."
Su Chen's voice paused, seemingly sensing something.
The soldiers looked at the Great Wei army, which had begun charging from the edge of the horizon toward the remnants of the Great Qian.
They then looked at the white-robed, black-haired figure in the air above the army.
Sima Yi.
Like a god of slaughter.
They knew deep down that relying solely on Great Qian's own strength, they were absolutely no match for him.
"Let's follow the National Teacher!"
For a moment, echoing responses came from all around the camp.
Although the idea of handing over body control sounded a bit mystical.
It was still better than truly being defeated and killed.
Su Chen's voice sounded again at the right moment.
"Thank you for your trust."
"The formation Sima Yi has set up is the ancestral battle formation of his Sima Family."
"Even with six hundred thousand troops and absolute crushing power, he has not underestimated us in the slightest."
"It is a pity... the third position on the left and the seventh on the right in his formation are flaws."
"Vanguard battalion, change to a 'Cone Formation' and strike directly at his left third formation eye."
"Left-wing archers, use fire arrows to cover the right seventh area."
"Center army, form a 'Circular Formation' to defend and wait for his vanguard to fall into chaos."
"Follow my orders, all troops, counterattack!"
These orders were incredibly clear and pointed straight at the weak points.
Under Su Chen's control, the soldiers followed his instructions step by step.
As for Su Chen himself, his soul body slowly solidified.
He transformed into a handsome young man wearing golden armor.
His face was no longer blurry, becoming his true appearance.
He walked to the front of the commander's tent and took the reins of Zhuge Jinyu's Snow Dragon Steeds.
"Xiao Yu, I'll borrow your steed."
With that, he mounted the horse and galloped away.
The Snow Dragon Steeds moved extremely fast.
In no time, it carried Su Chen to the very front of the Great Qian army.
Su Chen looked at Sima Yi, whose expression was unclear as he hovered above the Great Wei army formation, and grinned.
He drew his sword.
He moved forward.
"You must be the ancestor of the Sima Family, Sima Yi?"
"Great Qian National Teacher, Su Chen..."
"Please, go to your death!"
Meanwhile.
Inside the tent.
Zhuge Jinyu was still sleeping soundly.
Only, tears kept falling from the corners of her eyes, soaking the pillow.
She was dreaming.
In her dream, there were no murderous military camps, no cold wind and snow.
She found herself standing on the peak of a mountain covered in endless peach blossoms.
Warm breezes blew, petals fell like rain, and the air was fragrant.
The sky was clear, clouds drifted by, and everything was peaceful and serene.
Then, she saw him.
There was no mirror to block them, no mist to cover him.
His true face was clearly reflected in her eyes.
Sword-like brows and starry eyes, a high-bridged nose, and thin, elegant lips.
They combined into a face that was incomparably handsome and jade-like.
Especially those eyes.
Deep like the starry sky, yet as gentle as a pool of spring water.
They were filled with an affection she had never seen beforeβclear and intense.
So...
This is what Teacher looks like.
A thousand, ten thousand times more handsome than any beautiful outline she had imagined day and night.
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