"Right!"
Wang Chong suddenly recalled something. If killing three Goguryeon generals had given him five Destiny Energy points, wouldn't that mean that he would be rewarded with even more Destiny Energy? If so, wouldn't he be rewarded with even more Destiny Energy if he foiled King Sosurim's plan and prevented the second assassination attempt against the officials of the Tang dynasty?
At this point, Wang Chong couldn't help but feel excited.
The strengthening of the Bane of the Battlefield halo was indeed rare and precious, but comparatively speaking, Destiny Energy was the foundation. This was the most important thing.
"I wonder how many Destiny Energy points I'll get from killing King Sosurim this time? With the reward of killing three generals and the final reward, this trip down the mountain is truly worth it! "
Wang Chong was overjoyed.
Regardless of what the final reward was, Wang Chong was certain that it wouldn't be less than 10 Destiny Energy points.
When Wang Chong left the mountain to deal with the Goguryeons, he was only focused on enhancing his Little Yinyang Art and the Bane of the Battlefield halo, as well as stopping the assassinations of the Goguryeons. He didn't think that there would be a reward of Destiny Energy.
This was an unexpected reward!
Roar!
Just as Zhang Xuan was deep in thought, a sorrowful howl suddenly sounded from the monastery.
"No, no! That fellow isn't King Sosurim! — — "
The wind howled, shaking the heavens and the earth. That voice was filled with indignation and had nowhere to vent it, and it instantly attracted everyone's attention.
"It's Ma Yinlong!"
Astonished, Miyasame Ayaka immediately turned her head over. She had been in contact with Ma Yinlong for quite some time now, so she knew a little about him.
In this operation, Ma Yinlong didn't care about anything other than the Goguryeon King Sosurim.
"Is King Sosurim not one of them?"
Miyasame Ayaka was astonished.
None of the Profound Martial realm experts were ordinary individuals. Given how the three of them were able to last so long despite being surrounded by so many people, how could they not be King Sosurim?
If the three of them weren't King Sosurim, where was he?
Wasn't he present for such a huge operation?
"Wait here, I'll go down for a while!"
A light flashed in Wang Chong's eyes. He placed his right hand on the saddle beside him and flipped himself onto the horse's back. Hyah! He clamped his legs together and immediately kicked up a cloud of dust as he galloped down the mountain.
None of the Profound Martial realm experts were King Sosurim. Others might not know this, but Wang Chong couldn't be any clearer.
Di da da!
The war horse was as tall as a man, shiny and shiny, and as black as a dragon. With a leap, it flew over the broken walls of the temple and landed inside the courtyard.
The Imperial Army of the Tang dynasty was indeed well-trained. A portion of them chased after the fleeing Goguryeo elites while the rest entered the courtyard to deal with the corpses.
This was the sight that Wang Chong saw when he walked in.
"Young Master Wang, are these your subordinates?"
Amidst the rubble, the indifferent and powerful Imperial Army general raised his head. This was the first time he had spoken to Wang Chong since the operation began.
"Un."
Wang Chong nodded.
"Not bad, they are true warriors!"
A hint of respect flashed across the Imperial Army general's eyes. After saying those words, he led his horse away from the temple.
Sitting on the back of the horse, Wang Chong was slightly surprised. But soon, Wang Chong couldn't be bothered with such things anymore. With a flip of his body, Wang Chong dismounted from the back of the horse and headed toward the area where the battle had been the most intense.
At the very center of the temple, the ground was distorted like a fried dough twist. Deep holes could be seen all over the ground, and rubble could be seen everywhere.
At the center of this devastated land, Ma Yinlong was kneeling on the ground, and it seemed as if he had collapsed completely. The determination and sharpness that Wang Chong had sensed from him seemed to have vanished in an instant.
Around him, The Eagle, Steel Arms, and Vicious Wolf also lowered their heads in a daze.
The battle had ended, and the three most formidable Goguryeon leaders had died in their hands. But King Sosurim wasn't among them.
After persevering for fifteen years, they felt as if their conviction had crumbled.
That was more than a decade! Many of their brothers had died, and they had suffered great humiliation. Yet, in the end, King Sosurim still managed to escape.
It wasn't hard to imagine the disappointment the four of them felt.
How many fifteen years did one have in their lives? In the battle against King Sosurim, the brothers had ultimately lost.
"Chong-er!"
Upon seeing Wang Chong, Wang Chong's uncle, Li Lin, sighed with a hint of pity in his eyes. Even though he hadn't interacted much with them, he still knew of King Sosurim's name.
After all, given his age, he knew of the matter back then.
King Sosurim's name, as well as the reactions of the others, Li Lin could more or less guess what had happened. However, there was nothing he could do in this regard.
"Let me do it."
Wang Chong said calmly.
"Un."
Patting Wang Chong's shoulders, Li Lin turned around and left, leaving Wang Chong, Ma Yinlong, and the others behind.
"Heh, you're giving up so quickly?"
Wang Chong walked over with a smile.
None of the four spoke a word, as though they were statues. It was as if they hadn't heard Wang Chong's words at all. At this moment, no one was in the mood to strike up a conversation with Wang Chong.
"Haha, you can't be thinking that King Sosurim has really escaped, right?"
Wang Chong laughed heartily. There wasn't the slightest hint of sorrow in his voice.
Weng!
The hearts of the four jolted, and they raised their heads to look at Wang Chong.
"Wang gongzi, you mean to say that King Sosurim hasn't escaped yet? He used the three of them to attract our attention. Did he sneak into the midst of the Goguryeon soldiers and escape? "
The one who spoke was Steel Arms. He wasn't a fool, and he could vaguely guess what was going on from Wang Chong's words. In that instant, a spark of hope lit up in the eyes of the four.
"Heh, I didn't say that. The entire mountain range is filled with Imperial Army soldiers. Do you think that King Sosurim is that foolish? "
Wang Chong shook his head, refuting Steel Arms' conjecture.
For a meticulous and astute Goguryeo 'spy king' to be able to come up with a plan like the 'monastery', spend four months to perfect it, spend a huge amount of effort and effort to dig a secret tunnel that connects the capital to the inner and outer walls, and at the same time, be vicious enough to make a move on the officials of Great Tang …
How could such a character be so shallow? He was truly underestimating the renowned Goguryeon spy king of the Central Plains too easily.
"Wang gongzi, what do you mean by that?"
The four turned to look at Wang Chong, and the spark of hope that had just lit up in their eyes dimmed once more.
"Don't worry, he won't be able to escape."
Wang Chong smiled mysteriously, but he didn't explain anything. There was no need to worry about King Sosurim. The urgent matter at hand was to end the battle here first.
"Speaking of which, it should be about time for the other side to make a move, right?"
Wang Chong lifted his head and gazed into the depths of the mountain range. A deafening battle cry could be vaguely heard from that direction. The ambush that Wang Chong had planted through the Bureau of Military Personnel had finally come into effect.
It was an inescapable net that surrounded the Goguryeons. No matter where they fled to, they wouldn't be able to escape.
The thousand Goguryeon elites were destined to be buried here for the rest of their lives.
…
"To think that … it would still end in failure!"
Back in time, when the Buddhist temple was burning with a raging fire, far away, under a pine tree on a mountain, an old woodsman with a face full of wrinkles and black hands was carrying a bundle of firewood on his back. He wore a bamboo hat and had a complicated look in his eyes.
His current position was neither too far nor too close to the monastery, allowing him to accurately observe the monastery without being surrounded by the imperial guards of the imperial court.
There were many woodsmen in the capital who would enter the mountains at night and sell their firewood in the day. It wasn't a rare sight.
"A gentleman's vengeance is a dish best served cold. These are the words of the people of the Central Plains. Just wait and see, you won't be happy for long! "
Gazing into the distance, the old woodsman didn't attempt to warn or change anything. Instead, he decisively turned around, pressed down on his bamboo hat, and walked down the mountain with a bundle of firewood on his back.
He walked very slowly and calmly, like an ordinary woodsman who couldn't be any more ordinary. He even chopped two handfuls of firewood along the way, then made a detour and calmly went down the mountain.
He rested for a moment, drank some water, and continued on his way.
It was still early, so the old woodsman didn't use the secret tunnel beneath the capital. The monastery outside the city had been discovered, and it had been wrapped up like a dumpling.
At this moment, nothing was safe.
If he were to use the secret tunnel recklessly, he might just expose his identity, and that would be too dangerous.
Carrying the bundle of firewood on his back, the old woodsman walked to the city gate and sat down by the wall. Beside him, other woodsmen had already appeared, and they were seated on the ground just like him.
Upon seeing the familiar face of the old woodsman, a few of the woodsmen even greeted him warmly. Some of them even passed their tobacco pipes to him, inviting him to take a puff or two.
They had met him several times at the city gate and in the mountains, and they had a good impression of him.
The old woodsman chuckled and rejected the woodsmen who invited him to smoke in fluent Central Plains language.
It was still early, and the city gates of the Tang dynasty would only open at dawn.
The old woodsman wasn't in a hurry either. He blended into the crowd and waited patiently. The more people there were, the safer it would be for him.
In order to relax, the old woodsman even closed his eyes and took a short nap.
Hong long long, after an unknown period of time, the city gates finally opened. The old woodsman shook his body and stood up. Then, he blended into the crowd and passed through the city gates.
It was still early, and there weren't many people on the streets yet. The old woodsman finally dropped his disguise and hastened his footsteps, displaying a vigor that belied his age.
After passing through many alleys, the old woodsman arrived at a remote woodshed in the south of the city.
This was one of his secret strongholds in the capital, as well as his safe house. This was something that even the people around him were unaware of.
The old woodsman glanced at the surroundings, and after confirming that no one was following him, he entered the woodshed. The woodshed was empty. Even though there wasn't anything inside, it was extremely clean.
The old woodsman swiftly placed down the bundle of firewood and took off his bamboo hat. Then, he skillfully opened a dusty box at the corner of the woodshed.
He changed out of his dirty woodsman clothes and changed into a set of clean silk robes. In the blink of an eye, the old woodsman had turned into an extraordinary silk merchant.
"I'm finally back!"
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