Chen Ping's Sword

A usual commanding general is by no means his match.

He made his name in the East Wood Army, but his misdeeds also occurred there.

As a surrendering general, with his former master still present, it is precisely the time when he needs to achieve accomplishments.

In King Ping’s Army, there are a large number of generals hailing from the Primordial Sect, who are well-rooted and have their eyes fixed on his position as a general... If he doesn’t work hard, his position might easily be snatched away.

"I am willing to go."

Baimei General and Cangsong General also hurriedly stepped forward to request battle.

Goodness, with the surrendering general from the East Wood Army stepping forward to request battle, more than ten people stood up in unison inside the tent.

All requesting battle.

Chen Ping saw that even Han Wushang and Sun Yun, among others, were unwilling to settle for mediocrity, competing with Innate Disciples of the Primordial Sect in the same camp.

He smiled and gestured with his hand.

The morale is good, no one showing fear or cowardice in battle.

However, old Cui Huchen was surprisingly calm, neither competing nor fighting, which was quite interesting.

Yuo Qiu was summoned to coordinate the internal affairs of the Vice Capital, so it’s not surprising he didn’t speak on military matters.

However, Feng Yuantu’s silence was somewhat excessive.

This was someone whom the True Martial King once regarded as a pillar of support, accustomed to pride. Even after surrendering, he has a psychological gap and needs to be personally asked for advice?

Upon this thought.

Chen Ping wouldn’t get upset with his own ministers; after all, meat has already been put in the pot—it will eventually be cooked, no need for pettiness.

Since Feng Yuantu is known to the world as a top advisor with the reputation of "North Wen Mountain, South Yuantu," let’s hear what he has to say.

"I wonder what Mr. Yuantu thinks of the current situation. Do you have any good strategies for pacifying Jiangnan? Please kindly share your advice."

Chen Ping’s eyes were deep, looking at Feng Yuantu.

I’m giving you face, don’t fail to appreciate it.

He actually knew that he and Feng Yuantu, to some extent, shared the same goal—they both wanted to overthrow the Great Li Court and chop off Ji Changshou’s head to feed the dogs.

The two are naturally allies.

However, if this person is always concerned with his former master, holding resentment, enters his camp without saying a word or offering any strategies, he can’t be kept.

Yuo Qiu’s eyelid twitched, inadvertently glancing at Feng Yuantu with a hint of concern.

He recalled how he was quick to kneel back then, any slower and he might have lost his head.

Because Yuo Qiu understood that he once momentarily wanted to retaliate against Great Li, without thinking, he joined the Beizhou Royal Court, advising it.

This behavior, in King Ping’s eyes, was exceedingly sinful.

If not for the strategic need at the time, with the talent scarcity at Xingqing Prefecture, he might have been lost.

Now, King Ping’s camp already boasts over a hundred generals and dozens of advisors, talent streaming in continuously, missing anyone would be awkward.

If Feng Yuantu still played high and mighty, the situation might become quite problematic.

Being an advisor himself, he had long admired Feng Yuantu’s reputation, feeling a bit sympathetic; he truly didn’t want this great talent to fade away, so he couldn’t help but feel a tickle in his throat, lightly coughing.

Upon catching Yuo Qiu’s gaze, Feng Yuantu’s heart panicked, he quickly stood and bowed, smiling, "I, Feng, am not particularly wise, what right do I have to be taught? Since Your Highness asked me, I do have a few humble insights, though they might disgrace your hearing."

"Please."

Chen Ping gestured with his hand.

"Regarding pacifying Jiangnan, it’s not difficult; the challenge is in the subsequent quest for the Central Plains. I, Feng, have three strategies—upper, middle, and lower—for King Ping’s consideration."

"Three strategies, indeed?"

For a moment, everyone within the tent was intrigued.

Chen Ping smiled subtly.

That’s right, this is the style.

A top-tier advisor?

Indeed, an expert in using the brain for scheming; without concocting several plans, it would be a disgrace to his reputation.

Now that he had opened the conversation, Feng Yuantu collected himself, avoiding any suspense.

"The upper strategy is just one word: wait."

Feng Yuantu opened his folding fan with a swish, his eyes ethereal, confidently speaking.

"What do you mean?"

Yuo Qiu quickly asked.

He had considered Feng Yuantu offering various brilliant plans but hadn’t imagined that upon joining King Ping’s camp, his first strategy would be one word—what was he thinking?

Facing the bewildered eyes of those inside the tent, Feng Yuantu remained unhurried.

"This plan relies on people to achieve results, going with the flow, leveraging circumstances—not particularly ingenious, primarily targeting the temperament of the Imperial Forest Grand Instructor Yan Beifei.

Yan Beifei, although deep and resolute, exceptionally brave, and with martial prowess ranking among the world’s best, has a flaw: he doesn’t understand internal affairs, or rather, he represents the Great Li Court, unable to interfere in internal matters. As for the Great Li World, everyone knows it’s rotten to the core.

No matter how much territory Yan Beifei occupies or how many people he gathers, he can’t change one thing: the loss of popular support, the lack of a foundational base.

If he were to fight some definitely victorious battles, ones with favorable winds, naturally all goes well. But encountering tough battles, difficult ones, his army would immediately crumble, and even the populace of the territories he occupies would flood towards the thirteen prefectures under King Ping’s command like a tide."

As the words reached this point, the eyes of all the generals in the tent lit up.

Indeed, they all understood.

Why does the True Martial King dare not wait any longer, why he hastily sets poisonous schemes aimed at Xingqing Prefecture’s territory, and even thinks of first eliminating Chen Ping?

Because they saw time passing day by day, Xingqing Prefecture’s power growing stronger, strong enough to alarm people.

Every day countless refugees and commoners flood towards the various lands of Xingqing Prefecture’s ten prefectures.

And coincidentally, under Chen Ping’s "Jun Tian" model, these hundreds of thousands or even millions of refugees can all be easily settled down.