I Can Strengthen Infinitely

Upon hearing this request, Qin Yuesheng realized it was not unreasonable, so he agreed.

With the city walls of Shunqing City fallen, more than half of the city was now in Huo Ping’s hands. If he were to leave at this moment, it would appear as if he was abandoning the cause midway. With Qin Yuesheng’s help, how could the remaining defending forces withstand them? In less than the time to burn one incense stick, the entire city had fallen to Huo Ping’s army.

He beheaded Bao Tianhua and his subordinates on the spot, to prevent any incident after his departure, and handed over all subsequent affairs of Shunqing City to several of his lieutenants. After bidding farewell to everyone, Huo Ping swiftly disappeared into the night.

Three days later, in Yangzhou Prefecture.

Huo Ping entered the city exhausted, his expression full of fatigue. Though he was a Martial Artist specialized in external strengthening, these days, per Qin Yuesheng’s orders, he had travelled without rest; even an iron man could hardly endure such a journey. Had it not been for Qin Yuesheng transferring Inner Strength into him several times, he probably would have died on the road.

It could be said that Qin Yuesheng completely treated Huo Ping as a mere tool; fortunately, this tool managed to hold up, neither breaking down nor giving up.

"Sir, I really can’t walk another step. We have arrived at Yangzhou Prefecture. Why don’t you send someone else to meet the King?" Huo Ping slumped to the ground all at once, leaning powerlessly against the city wall.

Qin Yuesheng said nothing more, and simply transferred a surge of Inner Strength to him. Instantly, Huo Ping felt strength return to his body, allowing him to stand again.

"Go to Sanhuang’s residence. Your mission is now complete," Qin Yuesheng said calmly.

...

While Sanhuang was discussing with his strategists how to arrange affairs in the Central Plains, Huo Ping strode directly in from the main hall entrance.

To see this vanguard general return without permission was rather strange to Sanhuang, and Du Xiaoqing, seated nearby, immediately grew serious.

"Huo Ping, you have defied orders and come back without permission. This is a grave offense," Du Xiaoqing barked.

Huo Ping had no choice—just as he was about to speak, Qin Yuesheng floated out from within his body.

A group of people witnessed this scene and were instantly startled; for ordinary folk, such a sight was indeed quite terrifying.

But Sanhuang quickly recognized Qin Yuesheng’s appearance and immediately rose to exclaim, "Master, is— is that you?"

"This time I’ve borrowed another’s body to come here and inform you: over in Chang’an, I have already handled things for you. Gather the troops at once and go to Chang’an—do not delay."

"Ah!" Sanhuang was tremendously stunned; how long had Qin Yuesheng been gone? And already Chang’an was settled?

He simply couldn’t fathom just how powerful his master was now. With Qin Yuesheng as his backing, unless some rebel had a Grandmaster on their side, the throne was surely his for the taking.

"I came here across a great distance, and after transferring all that Inner Strength to your men, my energy to maintain this form is nearly exhausted. Having told you all that needs to be told, act swiftly—I will wait for you in Chang’an." Before Qin Yuesheng finished speaking, his figure instantly faded into the air and became nothingness.

Heaven-wandering Immortal Technique: a method by which one’s consciousness can reach ten thousand miles away—a technique ordinary people can scarcely imagine. The farther the journey, the greater the energy required. Qin Yuesheng’s true body remained in Chang’an, while his mind reached Yangzhou Prefecture, spanning distant lands—truly a remarkable feat.

Watching Qin Yuesheng vanish, Sanhuang immediately turned to Du Xiaoqing and said, "Go. Mobilize half the troops. We march to Chang’an at once."

...

While rebel forces and the suppression armies sent by Great Tang clashed across the land, no one could have guessed that Chang’an, heart of the Great Tang, had long since changed hands—thanks to Qin Yuesheng. When Sanhuang arrived in Chang’an, Qin Yuesheng would have Li Chu slowly transfer palace power to him, and thus, the grand undertaking would be complete.

Western Central Plains.

The Bone-burial Plains lay between Central Plains and Bashu. Its odd name was due to centuries of Bashu locals clashing with the mountain bandits and thieves of Central Plains—so many bones buried here, washed into the soil by the rains.

In later years, when someone excavated the site, they would find only bleached, ghastly bones, hence "bone-burial."

At this moment, atop the Bone-burial Plains, two armies were locked in fierce combat. One force bore gleaming armor, moving under sunlight like a mass of mirrors; the other wore vine armor—simple in appearance, yet impervious to blade or arrow, charging forth without fear.

After a prolonged assault, the commander of the Vine Armor Army grew increasingly grim-faced.

The Vine Armor Army was one of the rebels from Bashu, troops under the command of King Vine Armor.

This army was fearsome—its prowess in forest fighting truly extraordinary. But here on the plain, their longtime strength proved difficult to fully display. The anxious commander could only fret, powerless to alter their fate.

The Central Plains were vast and bountiful, flat terrain everywhere. If the Vine Armor Army, accustomed to Bashu, wished to seize the world, entering Central Plains was a necessity.

If they did not adapt now, they would certainly have to adapt in the future.

Seeing his men fall in ever greater numbers, the commander grew desperate. He urgently turned to a masked rider nearby and asked respectfully, "Master, isn’t it time for you to act?"

The masked figure wore a long robe with a hood, fully concealing his head so that none could see his true face.

Upon hearing the commander’s plea, the man gently nodded, then rode toward the battlefield.

One man, one horse—in the chaos of war, he drew no attention. And it was precisely then that he made his move.

He swung his palm, sending out a beam of golden Palm Qi that shot forth like a wall, smashing every person in its path to pieces.

Before anyone could even spread word of this, he unleashed several more powerful palm strikes. Instantly, the armored soldiers of Great Tang suffered catastrophic casualties—a slaughter of extreme brutality.

"They have an expert over there—someone in the Inner Power Realm. Go and kill him!" The Tang army, once mighty enough to shake the world, of course had its own masters. At the sound of commotion, three Inner Power Realm Martial Artists leapt over using Lightweight Skill to strike.

Three together surrounded him—it was supposed to be a certain kill.

But at that moment, the mysterious man made his move.

He suddenly raised his head, opened his mouth, and roared. A shockwave burst forth; above him appeared a huge lion’s head, thundering out its roar. The sonic blast left the three court Martial Artists with no time to marshal their Inner Strength—their hearts instantly ruptured, blood pouring from their orifices. Though externally unharmed, their bodies were shattered within, their lives hanging by a thread.

"Lion’s Roar Skill! You are..." The three experts crashed to the ground. One, well-informed, instantly recognized the technique and, lying prone, looked incredulously at the horseman.

Beneath the hooded robe was a bald middle-aged man, face expressionless, eyes cold as ice, staring down.

A Monk!

"Dharma Monastery! You secretly aid the rebels? You intend to rebel too!"

The Monk gave no chance for further speech. Placing his thumb against his middle finger, he snapped it hard—a burst of Qi Force exploded forth.

Bam!

No chance to resist—the court expert now sported a bloody hole in his brow.

Bam! Bam!

Two more finger snaps—he killed the other two masters as well. Making certain of absolute safety, the Monk adjusted his hood and resumed his killing.

Within the Inner Power Realm, his strength ranked among the best. Killing ordinary soldiers was as easy as moving through an empty street. In short order, Tang troops fell in droves, entirely unable to withstand him.

Buddha speaks of mercy, and Dharma Monastery is famed as a Buddhist sanctuary—yet now its Monks crept into the bloody struggle for the throne.

Now, the situation grew ever more tangled and unpredictable.