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Zuo Zixiong let out an excited shout as he looked at the ground, where a heavy rain was pouring down on this winter solstice.
Sure enough, in an instant, the raindrops changed from sparse to dense, quickly forming puddles on the ground, demonstrating just how fierce the rain was.
The sound of the rain soon covered everything around, visibility decreased, and auditory perception was greatly diminished; it was truly a timely rain.
Zuo Zixiong shouted with excitement. With this rain, the Martial Arts Association's Kerosene Cannon would be flooded, and the kerosene would mix with the rainwater. Wouldn't that render the Kerosene Cannon useless?
Lu Chen had calculated this perfectly. With this early winter downpour, he aimed to suppress the Martial Arts Association's Kerosene Cannon. He instructed Zuo Zixiong to retreat to the mountaintop if things became desperate.
In truth, Lu Chen's real intention was to wait for a heavy rain, which was the nemesis of the Kerosene Cannon. Even if water didn't enter the cannon's barrel and their Kerosene Barrel remained uncontaminated by rainwater, this heavy downpour would still cause them trouble.
First and foremost, they wouldn't be able to ignite it. Even if they managed to light it, without the cannon's power, its effectiveness would be diminished by the rain. For the Red-Clad Disciples, wasn't this an opportunity?
Standing atop the mountain despite the pouring rain, Zuo Zixiong raised his arm and shouted, "Brothers, the opportunity has come! Charge forward and capture that old man Seiji! Skin him alive and eat his flesh!"
With Zuo Zixiong's roar, the entire team was instantly inspired. Upon hearing about capturing Mr. Seiji and eating his flesh—this man whom the Red-Clad Disciples despised deeply—it served as a rallying cry that boosted their morale tremendously.
In an instant, the remaining Red-Clad Disciples echoed loudly, "Capture old man Seiji! Skin him alive and eat his flesh!"
The shouts resonated as disciples drew their long knives. Horses neighed as they waved flags and charged down from the hillside towards Mr. Seiji, who was several hundred steps away.
Since Zuo Zixiong had retreated with his men to the mountain, Mr. Seiji had been holding his position below the Gorge, aiming his dark cannon at the foot of the mountain. As soon as he spotted Zuo Zixiong's men retreating, he immediately opened fire in an attempt to force them into submission on the mountaintop.
He had thought that with Zuo Zixiong unable to fly or burrow underground, they would be trapped on the mountain and would surrender within two days without a fight. Meanwhile, he believed he could rely on the supplies in his cart to hold out for some time.
Before nightfall, he was surprised to find that it had started to rain. At first, he thought the rain would pass quickly, but it only grew heavier and more intense, far beyond his expectations.
This was indeed a strange rain; after the winter solstice, it was rare to have such a downpour, something that hadn't been seen in a hundred years. How could one not be astonished?
Most importantly, at the same time it began to rain, Mr. Seiji suddenly discovered that both of his Kerosene Cannons had been compromised. Rainwater was pouring into the barrels, mixing directly with the kerosene.
With water mixed into the kerosene, it could no longer be used, rendering the two cannons completely ineffective. Additionally, the kerosene itself had also been contaminated due to the rainwater.
In just this short amount of time, the Martial Arts Association's Kerosene Cannons were rendered useless and became a burden instead.
Mr. Seiji was filled with uncertainty and was trying to figure out how to deal with the heavy rain when he suddenly heard shouts of battle coming from the mountain peak, as if thousands of troops were approaching.
This situation immediately caught Mr. Seiji's attention; he knew very well that the Red Robe Sect was launching a counterattack, and their response was swift.
The disciples of the Martial Arts Association were already on edge from earlier confrontations. Although they had cannons stationed, upon hearing the battle cries, they became like startled birds, losing all will to fight.
Before the disciples of the Martial Arts Association could flee, they heard shouts echoing in their ears: "Capture that old man Seiji alive! Skin him alive and feast on his flesh!"
In the darkness, those shouts mixed with the torrential rain sounded like ancient beasts roaring, creating an extremely terrifying atmosphere.
The disciples of the Red Robe Sect arrived in an instant; there were infantry wielding large blades and cavalry moving swiftly like the wind. Without any hesitation, they immediately launched a massacre against the Martial Arts Association.
Mr. Seiji found himself among the crowd and realized that the situation had spiraled out of control. No matter how capable he was, there was nothing he could do to turn it around.
"While there is still green mountain left, one need not fear for firewood."
Mr. Seiji murmured a phrase, and then Flesh leaped high, jumping towards the outskirts of the battlefield. His Flesh made several leaps above the grass and quickly disappeared into the nearby mountains and forests.
Meanwhile, in the battlefield, the fight ended swiftly as the disciples of the Martial Arts Association gave up resistance.
At this moment, the heavy rain gradually ceased, revealing a scene of bloodshed on the ground, resembling a river of blood, with corpses scattered everywhere.
The air was filled with a pungent smell of blood, mixed with the odor of kerosene, creating an unbearable stench.
Zuo Zixiong sheathed his large blade and stepped out from the crowd, saying, "What a timely winter rain. The Kerosene Cannon is indeed powerful, but it cannot rival our leader's brilliant strategies."
"Vice Sect Leader, we have captured more than a dozen prisoners. What should we do?" Suddenly, a disciple rushed over to report.
In the chaos earlier, only a few had resisted but were quickly killed. A few others managed to escape amidst the turmoil; however, in this Deep Mountain Forest, those who fled would likely freeze or starve to death or be devoured by the Wolf of Wealth, resulting in no good outcome.
Zuo Zixiong glanced at the dozen or so prisoners being escorted nearby, took a deep breath, and a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes. "The Martial Arts Association has gone too far. We must strike them hard this time and kill them all."
As soon as he spoke these words, before the Martial Arts Association prisoners could plead for mercy, they were swiftly executed by the Red-Clad Disciples, their heads severed from their bodies, leaving them without complete corpses.
Afterward, the Red-Clad Disciples searched the surrounding area but found nothing else. However, this batch of goods consisted of over a hundred carts, representing a significant amount of resources.
Additionally, Zuo Zixiong was thrilled to find two Kerosene Cannons; such items could be repaired and reused back at the Branch and should not be underestimated.
Moreover, everyone searched through all the corpses but could not find Mr. Seiji's body. Zuo Zixiong suspected he had escaped but did not dwell on it.
Then, the disciples of the Red Robe Sect began to clean up the battlefield, using carts to transport the fallen disciples' bodies back to the Branch for proper burial and compensation to their families.
The significant cargo and two Kerosene Cannons were naturally sent to the Branch by Zuo Zixiong's men, bringing this matter to a temporary conclusion.
Mr. Seiji, prioritizing his own safety, fled the battlefield and headed south, attempting to return to the Martial Arts Association headquarters in Han Prefecture to report the situation to Young Master Ming.
Mr. Seiji had also cultivated Flesh, relying on its strength to leap out of the battle circle earlier. He then took cover among the trees, choosing concealed routes.
Before long, his Flesh and Yang Yuan were nearly depleted, forcing him to slow down and navigate alone through the forest.
Calculating the distance, it had been over an hour since he jumped out of the battle circle, and he had traveled at least over a hundred miles. If nothing unexpected occurred, he would be able to safely return to Banshu Castle in half an hour.
As Mr. Seiji rounded a bend and walked up the mountain path, he pondered how to explain such significant losses to Young Master Ming.
Moreover, his status as the First Advisor had suffered greatly due to this incident. He could only imagine how the elders in the Martial Arts Association would look down on him.
While he was deeply troubled by these thoughts, suddenly a figure appeared at the mountain's peak. The person was in his fifties, slightly plump, and upon stepping forward, shouted sternly, "Zuo Zixiong, where do you think you're going?"
Xu Shengzhi looked up in surprise; he recognized the newcomer as Ye Xuan, a Grand Flagmaster from the Red Robe Sect who specialized in Qigong and was a formidable Qi Master.
"Oh no, it's a trap," Mr. Seiji thought grimly, realizing he had fallen into a scheme orchestrated by the Red Robe Sect. Ever since entering Anzhou territory, he had been caught in their calculations.
This included his own ambush against the Red Robe Sect's hidden forces and their cavalry stationed thirty miles away.
From the manipulation of his Holy Fire Token by favorable winds to cause heavy rain that damaged his Kerosene Cannons, to his attempt to escape back to the Southern Seven States after sensing danger—all of this was part of the Red Robe Sect's plan.
Before him, Ye Xuan was a hidden piece of the Red Robe Sect. He had already planned his route and was waiting for Mr. Seiji here.
Even now, Mr. Seiji remained within the schemes of the Red Robe Sect, with every step being a trap, ready to fall at any moment and face a calamity from which he could never recover.
"Could it be that the one who has come is Ye Xuan, the Grand Flagmaster of the Red Robe Sect? May I ask what you are doing here? Are you perhaps waiting for me specifically?"
Mr. Seiji forced himself to sound confident, pretending that nothing was wrong. It was well known outside that the higher-ups of the Red Robe Sect were often at odds with each other. Mr. Seiji wasn't sure if Ye Xuan was here to deal with him, so he wanted to first numb his opponent's senses and test the waters—what if he could bluff his way through?
"Stop pretending, Zuo Zixiong. I have been waiting for you here for quite some time as per the Supreme Leader's orders," Ye Xuan said sternly, showing no mercy.
Mr. Seiji's eyes darted around as he realized his scheme had been uncovered. He immediately relaxed and said, "Oh? So it's you, old man Ye Xuan. You've been waiting for me for a long time; are you planning to kill me? But with your abilities, I fear you won't be able to match me. Do you think I'm easy prey?"
"Hahahaha."
Ye Xuan stroked his beard and laughed heartily. Amidst his laughter, two Daoist figures emerged from the hillside—two other Flag Masters of the Red Robe Sect, one named Ye Hui and the other Ye Zhong.
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