Chapter 106: The Fisherman's Gain

“The Grand Minister and the Grand Commandant are also at their wits’ end. For now, the only option is to muster every constable, assistant, and patrol unit available, then recruit samurai from the civilian population at high wages and rapidly form a new army. Once assembled, this force must head to the Deer-Chasing Ridge to intercept the Blood Mountain Legion,” Xiao Fuzi said with a bitter smile. “Though tens of thousands of new troops have been gathered, they are far from sufficient to face the Blood Mountain army. They lack morale and proper training; the soldiers do not understand their generals, and the generals do not understand their soldiers. If they can hold the line, fine, but even a hint of defeat will lead to a full retreat.”

“Oh? Is there more?” asked a man in hemp robes.

“At dawn, I saw the Grand Commandant. He said that no matter what, they must leave the city to fight. If that fails, the only option is to quickly gather the primal stones from the Nine Cauldrons of Heaven and Earth and withdraw to the royal city. The main city cannot be held; our forces are too dispersed. Not only would we fail to defend it, but the last of our elite troops would be exhausted,” Xiao Fuzi replied.

“The Grand Minister and Grand Commandant’s responses are appropriate, but what about you? We have heard your words. Your loyalty to the Sacred Heart is beyond question, but seeking death here—is that what you call honor?” the hemp-robed elder barked. “You are a warrior of the Pillar Nation. If you must die, then die on the battlefield!”

“Moreover, David is not without hope,” another elder said. “The Blood Mountain Legion is indeed battle-hardened, but their only Pillar Nation General is Pan Yuanshan. Although the Grand Minister and Grand Commandant have been away from battle for some time, they still possess Pillar Nation-level combat prowess. With the two of us as well, if we can strike Pan Yuanshan down, the Blood Mountain Legion will become nothing more than a rabble!”

“Yes… yes… your wisdom is well taken, respected elders…” Xiao Fuzi broke out in a cold sweat, suddenly realizing how foolish he had been.

“Besides the palace’s forbidden troops, can you muster any other samurai?” one elder asked.

“When His Majesty left, he entrusted the Plainclothes Guards to me,” Xiao Fuzi answered cautiously. “There are over a thousand of them, but they’re only good at gathering and relaying intelligence. When it comes to actual combat… they are hardly up to the task.”

“Our top priority now is to stop the Blood Mountain Legion,” another elder said. “We can’t afford to worry about much else. If we try to gather the primal stones from the Nine Cauldrons ahead of time, we will lose twenty to thirty percent of them. That loss is too great. Not even the two of us could shoulder that responsibility, let alone a lowly servant like you.”

“So, we must give it our all!” the hemp-robed elder who had spoken before nodded in agreement.

“Understood!” Xiao Fuzi’s face hardened. “I shall summon the Plainclothes Guards immediately!”

Grand Minister Shen Wangji was formidable. The massive and complex wartime mobilization was handled with meticulous order. By dusk, the newly assembled troops poured out of the city, prepared to confront the approaching Blood Mountain Legion.

The Iron Sacred Heart led the imperial expedition, taking the majority of the forces and leaving Jiuding City nearly deserted. Grand Minister Shen Wangji, Grand Commandant Wang Fang, and the eunuch chief Xiao Fuzi all went to the front line, leaving the city’s defenses dangerously thin—as fragile as a bubble, easily burst by the slightest breeze.

Night fell, and Mo Yan appeared beneath the walls of Jiuding City. He looked up coldly, observing the samurai patrolling atop one of the subordinate cauldrons.

Behind him stood a group of burly men wearing sinister smiles, silently waiting for his command.

Chief Constable Zhu was also present, though his face was ashen and his body trembled slightly.

“Chief Zhu, you’ve done well,” Mo Yan said calmly. “By uniting the other constables and volunteering for battle, you created a fervent atmosphere that forced the Grand Minister and Grand Commandant to agree to a decisive battle outside the city. Had they insisted on defending Jiuding City, we wouldn’t have this opportunity.”

“You flatter me, Mo Yan,” Chief Zhu forced a smile. “It’s all due to the circumstances. Whether holding the main city or the royal city, the eight subordinate cauldrons outside would have been plundered regardless. Collecting the primal stones early would result in massive losses. The Grand Minister and Grand Commandant could not bear this burden. The only way out was to fight the Blood Mountain Legion proactively. I merely nudged them to make the decision sooner.”

“However, Chief Zhu, there’s something more I want to say,” Mo Yan continued. “These grand lords are old. The sovereign is old. Our lord is still young, and while they can only protect your present, our lord can safeguard the future of your Zhu family. Moreover, he has a close relationship with the Third Prince. All his aims align with helping the Third Prince ascend the throne swiftly. You’re a smart man, Chief Zhu. I need not say more.”

“I understand,” Chief Zhu nodded.

“Good.” Mo Yan took down his longbow, drew an arrow, and carefully attached a small crystal orb into a specially carved groove.

He drew the bowstring and released the arrow.

Whizzing through the night, the arrow struck the platform of the subordinate cauldron. The crystal orb exploded into countless smoky wisps that drifted in all directions.

Mo Yan’s archery was terrifyingly precise—capable of killing an enemy at extreme range with a single shot. But this time, he did not intend to kill; merely delivering the arrow was enough and far easier for him.

The collision immediately drew the samurai’s attention; they surrounded the platform and found a broken arrow shaft and tiny crystal fragments.

Within moments, the samurai began to stagger, then one by one collapsed.

Poison! They realized it too late. Their bodies were powerless—unable to stand, resist, or sound an alarm. They couldn’t even close their eyes.

After about ten minutes, Mo Yan knew the poison’s effect had faded. He waved his hand, and the men clad in Blood Mountain Legion armor surged forward, swiftly reaching the base of the platform and charging up the stairs.

Jiuding City housed over a million souls, vast in scale. The eight subordinate cauldrons outside could watch over each other, but subtle changes went unnoticed.

The Alliance’s warriors stormed the platform, killing the samurai guarding the subordinate cauldrons. These warriors were the elite among the palace guards. No matter how dire the situation, Iron Sacred Heart and Grand Minister Shen Wangji dared not deploy them lightly—they guarded the very foundation of the nation.

But Mo Yan’s poison was ruthless. In an instant, it severed the vitality of the defenders’ primordial veins, rendering them unable to blink or move, silently awaiting the slaughter.

“Only thirty minutes! Hurry! Hurry!” Mo Yan whispered fiercely.

The Alliance’s warriors slipped down the rope ladders into the cauldrons. On the walls of the cauldrons hung innumerable primal stones—large and small, variously colored. Rough estimates placed them at seven to eight thousand stones.

Though the warriors had mentally prepared, they were still dumbfounded by the sight.

This was a fortune beyond measure, hanging there silently, waiting to be plucked.

Each year, Iron Sacred Heart must hand over sixty to seventy percent of the primal stones harvested from the Nine Cauldrons to the Azure Yuan Sect. The remainder is divided into four parts: one portion allocated to the noble houses as rewards for their allegiance to the Iron family, another set aside for military supplies, one reserved for personal use to train his own warriors, and the last deposited into the national treasury for emergencies.

The primal stones in this single subordinate cauldron alone likely exceeded the annual income of the noble houses several times over. Their radiant glow made the Alliance warriors feel breathless.

“What are you waiting for? Move!” A killing intent flashed across Mo Yan’s face. His gaze fell on a young man beside him. “Zi Chehui, keep an eye on things!”

“Don’t worry. Anyone who dares to reach out wilfully will be cut down,” the young man said calmly.

That young man was Zi Chehui. Along with Xie En and Fu Shang, who were often a headache for Ye Xin, they had been called back to assist Mo Yan on this mission.

The Alliance warriors snapped out of their daze, pulling out sacks to collect the primal stones. These stones would naturally drop when fully matured, scattering on the cauldron floor, but the season had not yet come. They had to harvest them manually.

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