Chen Ping's Sword

Chapter 291: Chapter 155: Baiting the Enemy, Hidden Moves (Part 2)

At this time, holding the Dragon Roar Spear, trembling with anger.

Of course, not without the presence of Pei Fangsheng, the sixth uncle of Pei Family’s third branch, holding the Exorcism Book, not a shred of scholarly demeanor left.

Impacted by the airflow, he sat down on the long street, unable to get up for a while.

It is unclear whether he injured his tailbone.

"Tao Fang, Shang Yinzhang, you two, very good..."

Pei Zixing’s leg hurt, and his heart hurt even more.

He questioned himself, having treated these two well, even promising to petition for their merits and share some rewards once the matter was accomplished.

Yet little did he expect, they actually sold them all out completely.

Pei Ziwen, Liang Qi, and others secretly infiltrated Xingqing Prefecture, with insiders to support them, of course.

The available personnel and confidants in the Xingqing Prefecture Government Office were mostly Pei Family servants.

However, to stabilize Chen Ping, and to have someone feign cooperation to control Xingqing Prefecture, maintain order, and deter miscreants, hundreds of constables were indispensable.

To track Chen Ping’s whereabouts clearly, Silver Seal Chief Constable Shang Zheng and Xingqing Prefecture Chief Constable Tao Fang were the best choices.

Zhuo Yunfei could not be trusted; Shang Zheng and Tao Fang, having conspired with him many times, were accomplices...

According to Pei Zixing’s thinking, no matter what, these two would never betray him.

Because, there was no reason.

No one would be foolish enough to forsake the Court, abandon the power of Noble Families, to align with a doomed rebel leader.

Furthermore, this rebel had only occupied one prefecture, seemingly lacking much future prospect.

Never expected, they actually sold them thoroughly.

No wonder during the earlier attack, these two found excuses to lag behind.

Claiming to be setting up the perimeter to prevent Primordial Martial Arts Hall people from escaping.

"What can Chen Ping offer you? Is it worth forsaking the Court and Pei Family to follow him into darkness?"

Pei Zixing was extremely angry, staring intently at Shang Yinzhang and Tao Fang, feeling unusually calm.

In fact, even if he didn’t want to be calm, he had no way.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a person.

The man was dressed in blue, hair tied with simple cloth strips, not armored, not on horseback, slowly emerging from the shadow of the long street.

Holding a sword in hand, pointing diagonally to the ground, not walking fast, yet exuding a palpable bloody murderous aura.

Like a sudden appearance of thousands of troops, the heavy intent of slaughter making it hard to breathe.

Like dragging the heaven down, rumbling to crush.

Before arriving, the Sword Intent was already aimed at the center of the eyebrows.

"Heaven-Human Sensing, Martial Intent Perfection..." At this moment, Pei Zixing could not feel the pain in his injury, sighed in his heart, thinking that person who was already physically formidable, with exquisite Sword Technique, surprisingly grew stronger over a few days not seen.

"You see it too." Shang Yinzhang’s eyes flashed with mockery, speaking sincerely: "Don’t blame us for being unscrupulous, General Chen not only possesses profound cultivation, his progress swift, but he also showed me hope."

What exactly is hope?

Shang Zheng didn’t say much.

He knew, for those from the Noble Families, talking about common people’s comfort, market prosperity...ordering orderly governance, mass appeal, they wouldn’t understand.

Or rather, they were unwilling to understand.

Seeing it, yet pretending not to.

Because, in their vision, there were never shadows of those on the bottom rung.

In Pei Zixing and others’ eyes, commoners were powerful families, merchants, family powers, landlords. Different from what constables and constables viewed.

To them, those commoners were ants, weeds, merely symbols.

In short seven days.

Others didn’t know...

Shang Zheng was occupied all day with his six to seven hundred constables, busy maintaining public order, apprehending criminals, helping the lone, destitute, the impoverished, unmistakably seeing...the explosive vitality in this "prosperous" Prefecture City.

Actually, under Chen Ping’s command, the Xuanwu Guard hadn’t issued recruitment orders, yet daily, there were ant-like commoners, dragging families along, wanting to send their sons to the military camp, wanting to follow the Captain to protect their homes, resist Hu People.

Despite these people not knowing how to use anything beyond hoes, unable to survive the battlefield. ƒreewebɳovel.com

They knew, but didn’t care.

Sometimes Shang Yinzhang thought, this probably is the mysterious effect of the Azure Dragon Seal.

Sometimes felt, not entirely.

Because, if oneself were in dire straits, if someone could lend a helping hand, respect oneself, provide food and clothing.

One wouldn’t hesitate to risk one’s life, follow such a person into bloody battlefields. freёwebnovel.com

So, Shang Zheng was not won over by Chen Ping; he always stood on that side.

The Primordial Martial Hall surprise attack plan was merely a way to trap the opponent.

Both sides serve their masters, can’t blame anyone.

"Then what about you? Tao Fang, I don’t believe you’re such a righteous person. How did Chen Ping convince a petty man like you to defect? Aren’t you afraid of the Court and my Pei Family settling accounts later?"

Pei Zixing was still somewhat confused.

Speaking of Shang Zheng, the Silver Seal Chief Constable, having held a sense of justice, guarding Xingqing for years, with roots deep in this land, being influenced by various meaningless thoughts, he could somewhat understand.

Tao Fang was different.

He was plump all over, rounded in words and deeds.

A talent, but a petty man.