Peace Order

Chapter 1885: Chapter 10: The Match, The World, Emperor Qin!

"Within the strategy, how many innocent citizens have been wounded and died, remains unknown."

"Such a ruthless and unparalleled strategy."

"Even if Wen Qingyu is called a poison warrior, he might not have anticipated that Jiang Su would go this far, right?" In saying this, he remembered the legendary barbecue master from the Western Regions.

Wen Lingjun suddenly felt that the last sentence was unnecessary.

Ah, no, the one who burned the Dangxiang King’s City wasn’t Wen Qingyu.

It was Southwest Yan Daiqing.

Wen Lingjun raised his hand to drink tea, with thoughts running through his mind as he looked at Yan Daiqing before him, yet smiled. Although he smiled, he didn’t reveal the reason, but his manner stirred Yan Daiqing’s vigilance.

Yan Daiqing said: "Wen Lingjun, why are you smiling?"

Yan Daiqing sharply said:

"Are you thinking about something related to Southwest Yan Daiqing?!"

Wen Lingjun smiled and said: "No."

Yan Daiqing said: "Then why do you laugh?"

Wen Lingjun’s lips curled slightly, then eased, smiling as he said: "Just thought of that Southwest Yan Daiqing."

Yan Daiqing’s forehead twitched.

He wanted to angrily slam the chess piece onto the table and curse, wondering how many Yan Daiqings existed in the Heavenly Strategy Mansion!

Seeing this gentle man’s expression, as if he wanted to gnash his teeth in anger but find the target of his anger absent and not wanting to implicate others, thus holding back, Wen Lingjun couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

Yan Daiqing gritted his teeth.

"Play chess!"

"Hahaha, alright, let’s play chess."

"I declare beforehand, Daiqing, I haven’t mentioned anything about Southwest Yan Daiqing." Wen Lingjun joked while arranging the chessboard.

Yan Daiqing simply said:

"Let it be."

At this moment, laughter came from outside, Yan Daiqing raised an eyebrow and sniffed the air, saying: "What a strong smell of alcohol, even Wen Lingjun’s sleeve fragrance can’t cover it."

This left Wen Lingjun helpless.

"Feng Xiao, oh Feng Xiao..."

The person had not arrived, but the alcohol scent had.

Sure enough, after a few sounds of chess pieces, laughter and cheers were heard, and then someone barged into the place where they played chess. Though not tall, he had an air of unrestrained elegance, it was Feng Xiao, one of the Nine Scholarly Palace Sons from years ago.

By this time, Feng Xiao was still holding a wine jar.

Yan Daiqing glanced at it, finding only half left in the jar.

Evidently, this guy had been drinking recklessly on his way here.

Wen Lingjun said: "Here in Heavenly Strategy Mansion, Feng Xiao, don’t drink so much."

Feng Xiao brought the wine jug over, laughing loudly: "Good news has come, otherwise, how could I drink in broad daylight? When you two see this news, you might be overjoyed and indulge in fine wine."

Feng Xiao placed down the wine jar, then took an item from his bosom, placing it on the table.

It was a letter.

Feng Xiao stepped back two steps, crossed his hands, and said smoothly: "This is from our scribe of Qilin Army’s Heavenly Strategy Mansion, Mr. Wen He and Mr. Wen Qingyu."

"Qingyu’s letter?"

Wen Lingjun was surprised and wanted to see it.

Yan Daiqing had already stood up, retrieved the letter with a frown, and while unsealing it, said: "I wonder what this rogue has to say again!" Upon unfolding the letter, Wen Lingjun and Yan Daiqing looked intently, their expressions twitching.

The letter from Wen Qingyu was rarely this sharp.

The front had merely four bold characters.

[The time has come]!

On the back was a simple message.

Yan Daiqing and Wen Lingjun’s eyes instantly sharpened.

Wen Lingjun murmured these four words, gazing at the letter, reflecting on the Qilin Army’s strategies recently, finally sighed: "Daiqing, earlier I said that Jiang Su’s strategies are cruel and unrivaled, even someone like Wen Qingyu couldn’t see through them."

"Now I realize I was wrong."

"One should say, someone like Wen Qingyu, even when facing Jiang Su’s cruel and unrivaled strategies, he could still sense them, maybe not entirely figure them out, but won’t be unprepared."

"Cruelty and ruthlessness may not surpass Jiang Su."

"But as the foremost self-planner of the current age, truly he has reached the zenith."

Wen Lingjun’s face was full of admiration, yet Yan Daiqing’s mouth twitched.

For a moment, he couldn’t tell if Wen Lingjun was praising or subtly criticizing.

The feeling was too subtle.

He just lowered his head to focus on the letter, pretending not to hear anything.

But saw on the letter, the words were straightforward:

[In all strategies, there are three levels of plans, like Lingjun, who differs from Breaking Army in character and strategy, all are top-level for him; but I am different, what I call strategy, is merely two words]

[Fear of death]

Before the Northern lake, Wen Lingjun sat cross-legged, still fishing, resting one hand on his cheek, observing the ripples on the water’s surface. Ever since his sister passed away, he feared death more than ever before.

In this chaotic world, if one doesn’t want to die, what should they do?

Even with the invincible martial arts of the current age, one could die from other causes, only by understanding everyone’s thoughts could one possibly find a single thread of vitality among countless possibilities.

Then to speak of it, the world is divided, the four directions undecided.

Grandmaster Jiang Su, how to act?

The lake rippled, continually expanding to the dark reaches of the lake, spreading to the extensions of the earth, dissipating little by little, reflected in Wen Qingyu’s eyes.

All the colors around gradually contained within, transforming into a deep ink hue.

The world is as hollow, as if a chessboard!