Light Fortress Chapter 1934 - 17: Blazing Shadows of the Ice Sea

Bai Xiu was resting and recuperating in Da Du.

These past few days, Lu Nanzhi and Gu Shen had been maintaining a Spiritual Link.

"The Storm Church’s transaction time over there has been set—"

"The Holy City, on their side, unilaterally postponed the deal to a week later."

Lu Nanzhi frowned and said, "According to Wang Chong’s intel, the transaction between the Upper City and the Storm Church should be tomorrow."

She didn’t quite understand.

Under these circumstances, changing the transaction time... isn’t that openly setting up Central Continent for a pit?

No.

Central Continent wasn’t stupid either.

The Upper City and the Ancient Literature Society both knew the Storm Church very likely might go back on their word.

But this deal was too important; both sides would rather risk getting played than miss it altogether.

So from the Holy City’s perspective, if they wanted to handle this trade properly... the best was to move both sides’ transaction times together. Even though Central Continent and the Ancient Literature Society were willing to try, that didn’t mean either side truly wanted to be the designated sucker.

If one side got screwed, the other side would very likely pull back.

"The transaction time with the Ancient Literature Society is that much later than the Upper City’s?"

Gu Shen was also a bit puzzled.

In that case, either the Storm Church had already decided to transact with the Upper City, and this so-called notice to the Ancient Literature Society was just a smokescreen to stall for time.

Or else...

the Holy City’s people had lost their minds.

Once they finished gutting the Upper City tomorrow, how could the Ancient Literature Society possibly still come to trade?

"There’s another possibility."

Lu Nanzhi suddenly grew serious. "Postponing the transaction time with the Ancient Literature Society... might not be the Holy City’s decision."

Gu Shen was taken aback.

"You mean, this was Red Dragon’s will?"

"If Red Dragon is willing to offer this request at the cost of sacrificing herself... the Storm God’s Throne absolutely won’t let that opportunity slip."

Lu Nanzhi said in a low voice, "The Source Tower’s First Divine Envoy is top-tier combat power that any organization, any force would want to recruit."

Gu Shen fell silent.

What he was worried about now was... Lu Nanzhi’s words becoming a self-fulfilling prophecy, that Red Dragon really had made some similar compromise in order to preserve the Ancient Literature Society.

The Storm God’s Throne had decided to leave the Southern Continent.

And by the time the transaction with the Ancient Literature Society was postponed to... there was a good chance the Storm God’s Throne would already have departed the Five Continents.

"For the Upper City’s deal tomorrow, I’m planning to send someone to ’tail’ them."

Lu Nanzhi rubbed her brow, speaking bitterly. "It’s just that the Ice Sea is under tight security. Aside from a super expert like the Spring Plow Saint, who wields origin itself, the Storm God’s Throne’s true body is also sitting in town."

The top combat strength on the Three-Continent Alliance’s side, Meng Xizhou, couldn’t possibly head to the Ice Sea.

The others were, more or less, still lacking.

"If there’s really no other choice, then we can only send Ying Ji."

Lu Nanzhi sighed softly.

Song Ci was the most suitable candidate she could think of.

Because he had fused the Light Token, Song Ci possessed the capital to contend against origin... In the past he loathed the Light God’s Seat, because the one at Red Lake was a false Divine Throne whose body had been seized by Deep Sea. Now that Meng Xizhou had taken over the new Throne, if she personally went to persuade him, Ying Ji probably wouldn’t refuse.

But... Lu Nanzhi hadn’t done so.

Because she respected Song Ci.

For the things Song Ci didn’t like to do, she never forced him.

"If it’s just ’tailing’... there’s no need for Song Ci to go."

Gu Shen shook his head.

"Though Song Ci is a Light Apostle, in the end, the power of descent has to be borrowed from the Throne... and the current Meng Xizhou can’t afford the cost of a Divine War."

When Apostles went to war, in the end, who won and who lost mainly depended on whose Divine Throne behind them was stronger.

If Song Ci went to the Ice Sea, with his temperament, he absolutely wouldn’t stand by and watch Red Dragon be handed over to someone else, and he’d be even less willing to see Red Dragon suffer humiliation at the hands of the Storm Church.

Once this guy flipped the table, he really didn’t care about his life.

So...

From both temperament and strength, Song Ci was not an ideal choice.

Lu Nanzhi’s face showed worry. "In your view, then, what should we do?"

"Years back when I was in the Southern Continent, I planted two Hypnosis Seeds... later, both seeds took root, and one of them gradually climbed into the Storm Church’s higher ranks."

Gu Shen spoke calmly. "Chi Huo’s hypnosis ability is extremely powerful. Even though the Storm God’s Throne is harsh in monitoring his followers, all these years he still hasn’t discovered the seed I planted."

Back when Gu Shen was only third-tier, he had gone to the Southern Continent once.

That trip to the Southern Continent had been to seek the Li Family’s Ancient Ancestral Hall’s ’Anger Lamp’.

Back then in Xiyin City, Gu Shen and Xiao schemed against each other while cooperating, and made a huge ruckus... He planted a Hypnosis Seed in the mind of the Holy Image Auction House’s owner there, and also planted a Hypnosis Seed in the mind of a New Moon Church believer named Zhou.

Seven or eight years had flashed by.

That woman named Zhou had pretty good cultivation talent. She cultivated her way up to fourth-tier, rose step by step within the New Moon Church, and eventually entered the Holy City.

In the Holy City, she didn’t hold much say, but as a Fourth-tier Expert, she still had a seat at the table.

The Saint backing her was precisely Spring Plow!

So she was on the list for this escape plan...

When he planted that seed back then, Gu Shen had already made up his mind. He didn’t draw the seed out; he merely checked the Hypnosis Seed host’s Spirit Sea every now and then. The Holy Image Auction House’s owner hadn’t achieved anything particularly significant, so that seed had gradually been abandoned.

When he saw Zhou enter the Holy City, Gu Shen began to think about how to make good use of that seed.