Chapter 977: Chapter 11: Ten Thousand Troops Defeated by a Wonderful Plan, the Strategist Breaking Army Returns at Last
"Oh, that fishing equipment was said to be for your use, almost got burned directly."
"What are you talking about, even if it’s thrown into the water to fish, you won’t be using it, kid!"
"My old man added a sentence."
"Shaking Light girl is following you. If you run out of money, Shaking Light girl won’t have anything to eat either, not to mention snacks, she won’t even get a bun, she’ll only have to eat the northwest wind with you. Unlike you, she doesn’t have that immortal body."
"The fisherman held his breath for a while, then returned, used a formation to create a big bag, and stuffed all the money into it."
"Hahaha, don’t worry, the Mystic Turtle can carry a lot of stuff."
Li Guanyi sighed helplessly; the last words from Mr. Siming seemed to have revealed something.
Li Guanyi thought for a moment, stretched out his hand, a strand of pale golden light flowing from his fingers, and touched the back of the Mystic Turtle, writing a message: "Senior, may I ask how many Demon Sect statues are currently in your possession?"
On the back of the Mystic Turtle, the golden words gradually faded away, then slowly lit up with new ones:
"The fisherman dismantled them along the way."
"He dismantled them thoroughly, making no effort to hide his presence."
"Since the other side knows he is here, there’s no need to hide, openly and magnificently letting the entire Demon Sect know that the Whale Hunter, who once single-handedly besieged the entire Demon Sect, has returned."
"This has accumulated a massive and majestic momentum."
"Indeed, the Western Regions have been thoroughly disturbed by him."
"Currently, thirteen statues are in hand."
"Seven million gold in the Western Regions."
Li Guanyi’s pupils contracted.
"This old fellow is probably heading straight for the largest city in this part of the Western Regions. The three largest Demon Sect strongholds are the ones you marked back in the day, and Huyan Jixuan’s position is right there..."
"After the Sealing Sword of the Sword Madman, the biggest event in the Martial World is about to unfold."
"Kid, don’t delay."
Li Guanyi looked at Mr. Siming’s final advice. Both Mr. Siming and Li Guanyi understood that relying solely on the legend of the Whale Hunter could only break a single point of the Demon Sect, but it would be difficult to completely eradicate them. Li Guanyi looked at the geographical map and decisively responded:
"The city is three hundred miles from here."
"I still need some time, old man. Seven days later, gather under the city."
The golden light slowly descended, and Li Guanyi murmured to himself:
"The largest city within five hundred miles around the Western Regions is the capital of ancient [Aqini Nation]. The capital is quite large, surrounded by mountains on all sides, intertwined with springs and streams, irrigating the fields with sarcophagus, winter wheat, and fragrant dates. It has been occupied by the Demon Sect."
"A speedy victory...?"
In the past few days, Batuer and various other units willing to follow Li Guanyi into battle numbered two thousand young and strong men. Along with the rescued cavalry slaves along the way, the total force was around four thousand people, plus the two thousand cavalry of the Golden Scimitar, forming an army of about five or six thousand, neither large nor small.
"The Demon Sect, huh."
Li Guanyi pondered the layered circumstances of the Western Regions and thought of that beautiful woman, his gaze calm and cold. He came here, and the real opponent was the Wolf King and the Great Emperor of Ying Country, not the Demon Sect that had been scheming in the Martial World for hundreds of years.
And at this moment, the Golden Scimitar cavalry successfully arrived at Li Guanyi’s location.
Though Qibi Li and others thought they were here to assist, upon arrival, the town had already been subdued. When they learned that Li Guanyi had captured the tens of thousands of nomad cavalry without bloodshed, everyone in the Golden Scimitar cavalry was shocked.
Qibi Li steadied his mind and scolded the cavalry: "What an incredible person our Lord is!"
"Isn’t this kind of thing only natural!?"
Everyone in the Golden Scimitar cavalry responded affirmatively, their hearts swelling with respect.
Originally, they came with the determination to fight and die, only to witness a great victory, this contrast naturally fostered many changes in their hearts.
Until now, over the past two years, the reports and information from Qibi Li about the young hero with unparalleled courage had remained an ethereal presence. But now, that legendary figure from the Central Plains had become a reality.
Although they hadn’t met him yet, many in the Golden Scimitar cavalry felt a sense of anticipation.
To capture ten thousand troops without a single fight, that is indeed a hero!
The Golden Scimitar cavalry awaited outside the city while Qibi Li personally rode into the city, showing his submission without any intention of causing chaos with his troops. Such courage and bravery, yet with moderation, did not align with the rumors of merely a fierce general.
Qibi Li and Mr. Po Jun entered the city to reminisce.
Upon hearing the news, Li Guanyi set down the statue in his hand and went to greet them. As he arrived, Mr. Po Jun was laughing and chatting with everyone, having already established good relations with the people of the Heavenly Strategy Mansion, unhurried and calm. On hearing Li Guanyi’s voice, he laughed heartily:
"Haha, Mr. Po Jun."
Mr. Po Jun paused slightly, turned around, and saw Li Guanyi striding forward.
The seventeen-year-old youth’s face carried the same smile from when they first met, as if stepping out from the past, laughing heartily:
"It’s been a long time, and finally, we meet again!"
Mr. Po Jun’s eyes shifted, not seeing any sign of White.
With a faint smile and a bow: "Yes, my Lord."
"Finally, reunited."
As he was about to bow, Li Guanyi moved forward in big strides, already holding Mr. Po Jun’s arm. It seemed as if Qibi Li wasn’t even there. Li Guanyi said to Mr. Po Jun: "You need not do so, sir. Now that the strategies of those days have come to fruition, we can proceed together with you here in the Western Regions."
Mr. Po Jun’s lips curled up, then down, then up again.
Nangong Wumeng, seeing the handsome strategist, seemed to notice a tail wagging vigorously behind him, and pursed his lips.
Mr. Po Jun engaged in small talk with Li Guanyi, feeling quite joyful at heart.
In today’s leisure chat, Shaking Light, Shaking Light, guess who’s not here?!
Ultimately, I win over you!
Yet, in this joyful atmosphere, the strategist cast a wary glance.
On the side of the room, a lock of White hair suddenly appeared.
The strategist’s smile paused slightly.
"Hmm?!!"