We Agreed On Experiencing Life, So Why Did You Immortals Become Real? Chapter 372: Waiting for Young Master to Return
Previously on We Agreed On Experiencing Life, So Why Did You Immortals Become Real?...
The sun of morning climbed high, bathing the sky in a fiery red glow.
On the far horizon, subtle white shades started to appear.
Inside the chief courtyard of the Frost Prince's manor, a lady in night attire rested upon the bed, her breaths calm and even.
A blanket draped over her failed to hide the alluring contours of her figure.
"Xiao Mo... Can you... Can you let me look at you for a lifetime?"
The fellow seated beside the bed remembered the words she uttered the previous night, along with the smile that bloomed after his reply. A faint curve appeared at the edges of his lips.
With a final glance at her, Xiao Mo gently swept the strands from her ear, adjusted her covers neatly, rose to his feet, and exited the chamber.
"Young Master Xiao, you're departing so soon? Do you truly not wish for the princess to bid you farewell?"
Beyond the door, Huasheng was already awake, positioned in the yard to await him.
"No need," Xiao Mo shook his head while casting a look back toward the room, "Last time Siyao sent me off, she wept bitterly. This time, allow Siyao to rest well. Come noon, my technique will fade on its own, and when she awakens, I'll already be miles away."Huasheng's mouth opened a bit, as though words lingered on her tongue, yet ultimately she let out a sigh, "This servant understands."
"Sister Huasheng, while I'm gone these days, I must ask Sister Huasheng to watch over Siyao with special care."
"Caring for Her Highness the Princess is this servant's inherent duty. In contrast, Young Master, please look after yourself well. Her Highness and this servant await your return."
"Mm." Xiao Mo nodded deeply and offered a respectful bow, "I'm off now."
"Respectfully sending off Young Master." Huasheng performed a curtsy as she escorted Xiao Mo away.
Leaving the Frost Prince's manor behind, Xiao Mo headed to Xiao Manor to say goodbye to his mother.
Upon reaching the outskirts of the imperial capital, he found Xiahou Nan, Lian Li, Xiao Gui, and the rest already assembled, ready for him.
"Set out!" Surveying the group, Xiao Mo commanded.
All clasped fists in unison, "Yes! General!"
Half a month passed before Xiao Mo and his forces reached Fengyu City, the frontier dividing Qin Kingdom from Nanshan Kingdom.
Prior to Xiao Mo's arrival, Fengyu City had repeatedly battled Chu Kingdom's forces.
Though the city lord held the walls each time, the fights were savagely fierce, leaving him convinced that collapse loomed at any instant.
If the leader himself harbored such fears, what faith could dwell in the hearts of the rank-and-file troops?
Truthfully, given Fengyu City's sagging morale, a mere two more days' delay from Xiao Mo might have seen the city overrun.
Thus, spotting Xiao Mo brought the city lord to near tears of gratitude; to him, Xiao Mo shone brighter than his own father.
Swiftly, the city lord handed over full command to Xiao Mo, and word of the undefeated Frost Prince's coming ignited fervor among Fengyu's defenders.
Post the campaign that razed Zhei Kingdom, "Frost Prince" echoed far and wide, with tales of Xiao Mo spun in endless varieties.
To these warriors, Xiao Mo rivaled a god in their reverence.
Meanwhile, Li Jing and Zhao Guang from the Northern Frontier brought two hundred thousand Snow-Treading Dragon Cavalry plus five hundred thousand infantry.
Combined with Fengyu's defenders and reinforcements from adjacent provinces, Xiao Mo now led a million-strong host!
The following dawn, Chu Kingdom's troops assaulted the walls once more.
Xiao Mo abandoned passive defense.
With a million under his banner, mere city-holding wouldn't suffice.
That would smack of cowardice.
Qin's sovereign tasked Xiao Mo with toppling Nanshan Kingdom and seizing a province or two from Chu, yet Xiao Mo craved far greater spoils!
Even as Chu forces hammered the gates relentlessly, Fengyu City's portals swung wide.
Chu's top general Long Yuan beheld a figure gripping a white spear, masked as Shura, mounted on a snow-treader, thundering forth.
Trailing him came luminaries like Xiahou Nan, Lian Li, Zhao Guang, and Li Jing.
At Xiao Mo's order, Snow-Treading Dragon Cavalry smashed ahead, splintering the foe's lines, with infantry flooding in their wake.
The instant Xiao Mo brandished his spear, illusions of ten primordial beasts—Taotie, Qiongqi, Xiangliu, Hundun, and kin—burst forth, lunging at Chu's ranks.
Xiao Mo carved through the fray without pause, leaving devastation wherever he struck.
These mythic beasts shielded his flanks like divine sentinels.
Xiahou Nan, Lian Li, and others directed Snow-Treading Dragon Cavalry wings, striking Chu's core from multiple angles.
Northern Frontier infantry advanced in tight array right behind.
In under an incense stick's burn, the Northern Frontier forces seized vast superiority.
Fengyu's troops and provincial allies, though shy of tough scraps, seized this golden chance with gusto.
Spurred by Northern Frontier valor, they surged ahead, desperate not to let merits slip to others.
Caught off-guard, Chu's army teetered on rout.
Sensing peril, Long Yuan blared retreat.
Xiao Mo pursued twenty li, claiming seventy thousand more lives before withdrawing.
Long Yuan fumed deeper with each brooding thought.
As Chu's battle-hardened commander, though not invincible, he refused to crumble so pathetically to some youth!
He yearned to rally and clash squarely with Xiao Mo, but that very night, Xiao Mo raided his camp.
Forced to flee, Long Yuan withdrew remnants to Liao City in Nanshan Kingdom.
In three days flat, attacker and defender swapped roles.
Chu's supreme commander Gongsun Shi foresaw Long Yuan's mismatch against Xiao Mo, yet not this swift downfall. No matter.
Chu pressed on three fronts; could Xiao Mo triplicate himself?
Gongsun Shi sent aid to Long Yuan—just to stall—while his other prongs, under famed generals, skirted Fengyu to strike Xia City and Tiansi City.
Xiao Mo countered promptly, dispatching Xiahou Nan against Chu ace Zhao Yang, but Wu Qi's prowess gave him pause.
"If the general trusts me, within thirty days, this subordinate will surely take Wu Qi's head and present it to Your Highness!" Inside the command tent, Li Jing fist-saluted and boomed.
"Why bother General Li? Give me fifty thousand Snow-Treading Dragon Cavalry and one hundred thousand infantry, and Wu Qi falls for sure!" Zhao Guang bellowed.
"This subordinate volunteers to face Wu Qi and vows not to betray the general's faith." Lian Li stepped up too.
Eyeing them, Xiao Mo sensed inadequacy.
Not that Wu Qi would crush them outright, but they might stalemate without driving him off.
At last, Xiao Mo turned to Bai Qi at the tent's rear.
In a single year of merit-piling, Bai Qi rose to Thousand-Man Commander—Qin's swiftest ascent after Xiao Mo's, endorsed by the Northern Pacification Prince himself.
Catching Xiao Mo's look, Bai Qi's gaze ignited with zeal, grasping the intent.
"Bai Qi." Xiao Mo decided firmly, "Lead as main general, with Lian Li and Zhao Guang as deputies. Handle Wu Qi."