The mission sent by the Southern Border to the Great Qian had not yet left, and although Xuan Guang had entered the True Martial Gate to punish his knees, the deputy amba*sador was still there.
Without following the regulations, Mu Cang Sheng went straight into the Southern Border’s emba*sy and asked the deputy amba*sador for the formation plate of the Thousand Mile Mirror Light Formation.
Faced with Mak Cansheng’s serious look, the deputy amba*sador, who was only at the True Dan realm, could not withstand his aura and did not last long before giving the formation disk for contacting the Great Witch Sacrifice directly.
Inside the room, the runes of the Thousand Mile Mirror Light Formation slowly lit up, and the image of the Great Witch Priest, dressed in black sacrificial robes, appeared on the array plate.
“How is it you? Where is Hindzhang?” The Great Witch Priest asked.
Xing Zhang, was none other than the deputy amba*sador of the Southern Border Mission.
“This is an urgent matter, so I need to contact you immediately,” said Mu Cansheng in a solemn voice, “You yourselves know well the sun-catching arrows of the Southern Border, how many days does it take for those who have been hit by them to recover?”
The Great Witch Priest gave Mu Cansheng a deep look and said, “This is not a secret, I can tell you that under the strongest, those who are hit will die. Even those who have been hit by an arrow will need at least ten years to recover from their injuries.
If there is no proper way to stop the erosion of the Turbid Fury Qi, the disease will last a lifetime. Unless one spends a lot of time using my Southern Border’s witch sacrifice rituals to transform into a witch battle body, this Supreme will never be able to use his full strength for the rest of his life.”
As the most precious treasure of the Southern Frontier, the Sun-Raptor Arrow was naturally not something that could be easily solved, and if there was nothing that could be done to stop the Turbid Fury Qi, then the strongest person who was hit by the arrow would basically be half crippled, or the kind that would last a lifetime.
It would even affect the upper limit of longevity, causing the most powerful person to die before the thousand-year limit.
“So ——”
“What if this feat is available?”
Mu Cansheng took out the volume of scripture from his sleeve, which was neither gold nor jade in texture, and was like paper, and unfolded it in front of the formation plate.
“Earthen floods are not yet judged, hold one and keep the centre, heaven and earth are divided, thickly carrying all things, gathered in the centre, scattered in the four dimensions ——”
The great witch priest knew something was wrong and quickly pa*sed the page, immediately his face was solemn, “Where did this gongfu come from?”
Although only one page had been pa*sed, the great witch priest already recognized that this was an earthly mastery. Perhaps this martial art was inferior to that of the Southern Border Battle Body, but its essence was undoubtedly a considerable restraint on the Qi of Turbidity and Destruction.
If the earth was divided into yin and yang, this martial art would be practised as a yang earth technique, while the witch warrior body, which absorbed the earth’s fierce qi, would be a yin earth technique.
The two can be said to be mutually exclusive, and if one practices this martial art, one can greatly resist the Fierce Qi from eating one’s body.
“The ‘Scroll of Earth’ of the Warrior Armour Martial Scripture, as to what the source is, you should know that, right?” Mu Cang Sheng said slowly.
The name of the “Bingjia Martial Scripture” had long spread throughout the world, so would the Southern Border, which aspired to compete in the Central Plains, not know about it? The Great Witch Priest had naturally heard of the prestige of this work.
“Xuantian is Qing Yu, and One Page Book has also played Xuantian, so they have a very close relationship. With Qing Yu around, One Page Book’s healing time can indeed be greatly reduced.” The Great Witch Priest said in a daze.
“Wait, you said that Xuantian was Qing Yu? How did you and the others know the information in the Nine Heavens?”
Mak Cang (Hua) Sheng spotted a blind spot.
“This, then, is not something that can be known to outsiders,” the Great Witch Priest smiled faintly, “If this scripture is present, a page of it might be able to expel the fury of the Sun-Rapturing Arrow within a year, and this is already the greatest a*sessment of this ‘Scroll of Earth’.”
The Great Witch Priest was at ease, for a year was still a long time. On the eighth day of the fourth month, a page of the book was struck by the arrow, and it was now the end of June, just under three months later, and a page of the book would still take a long time.
“But this seat suspects that Qing Yu, is the One Page Book.” Mu Cang Sheng said slowly and very solemnly.
As these words fell, the Great Witch Priest’s face froze in deep thought.
Since he had such a suspicion, he must have a tangible clue. Soon the Great Witch Priest, like the Old Man of Time and Destiny, thought of the interaction between the original and the double.
Earlier, the Great Witch Priest had overturned his guess that Qing Yu was the One Page Book on the grounds that he could not separate his soul, but now, he thought of another possibility.
“If that’s the case, then the situation today makes sense.” The Great Witch Priest nodded deeply and said.
The Southern Border was still quite well-informed in the Central Plains, and the situation today was one that the Great Witch Priest was always concerned about.
“Good, if Qing Yu is a page of the book, then the situation does make sense,” said Mu Cansheng, “Why didn’t Jian Ji and Xiao Qiye destroy the scripture after they got it? Why did they have to flee into Northern Zhou instead of heading closer to the True Martial Sect? They were taking the scriptures for Qing Yu.”
The True Martial Sect was within the territory of the Great Qian, so it was very unreasonable for Jian Ji and Xiao Qiye to give up the option of the True Martial Sect and have to flee thousands of miles to the Northern Zhou.
“a*suming that Qing Yu and One Page Book are one person, then he needs a year to retreat and heal. It was during this period that Xuan Lin stole the scriptures and rumours of Qing Yu’s serious injury were circulating. So he put his plan into action and used the Armour of War Sutra to attract the attention of the world to buy himself time to heal.”
A year, or ten months, eleven months, just this much time was needed for Qing Yu to expel the turbid and fierce Qi and return to his full strength.
No one would know that he had been seriously injured, and no one would know that this was the period when Qing Yu was at his weakest.
And now, he has fought for nearly three months.
“The open way is to repair the stacks and the dark way is to make the silo. That’s all that the Chinese art of war has to offer, right? But originally, he didn’t need to use this ploy.” The Great Witch Priest could not help but sigh.
Originally, Qing Yu’s retreat would have been just an ordinary retreat and no one would have known that he was in retreat to heal his wounds. Mak Cang Sheng would still thank him for his retreat, as it represented that the True Martial Sect would not come out to stir up the storm.
However, someone had also seen through Qing Yu’s falseness and was secretly spreading the news that Qing Yu was seriously injured, and had been pushing for more, so that Qing Yu had to find a way to buy time.
“This person, or rather this party, is most likely on the side of that descendant of this throne.” Mak Cansheng said.
His descendant, that is, Ji Chengtian, would indeed do such a thing. And, thinking about Qing Yu’s help in Northern Zhou, Ji Chengtian should have others to help him.
“Then what have you decided to do?”
“What to do? No, I don’t want to do anything,” said Mu Cansheng, with a sudden, inexplicable smile on his face. “You are the ones who let out the cold arrows, and you are the ones who want to make Qing Yu’s side of the battle suffer. Now that your attempts are about to be broken, don’t you want to do something about it?”
Earlier, Mu Cansheng had been anxious about Qing Yu, but after meeting the Great Witch Sacrifice, he was suddenly in no hurry.
For, he found that there would be people who were more anxious than himself. Whether it was the Southern Border side or the Hou Qian side, they were all more anxious to deal with Qing Yu than he was.
Since that was the case, then he would hold off for a while.
