Chapter 57: I Also Know How to Set an Ambush

Chapter 57: I Too Can Lay an Ambush

All the great sects under heaven, to varying degrees, dispatched their disciples.

Sects such as the Celestial Master’s Mansion on Mount Longhu and the Wudang Sect of Mount Wudang almost gave their full support, choosing to stake everything on this decisive battle.

A few other forces, though reluctant, could not go against the times and had no choice but to send some of their extraordinary individuals.

Righteousness—such a thing is as insubstantial as mist, at times worth nothing at all, at times unbreakable as steel.

Power—an indispensable force, for nothing can be accomplished without strength.

When righteousness and power combine, miracles that shake the heavens and earth are sure to follow.

Reading the replies from the leaders of each great sect one by one, Luo Feng allowed a faint smile to appear on his lips.

So, the Japanese want to set an ambush?

They never expected that I, too, am skilled at laying ambushes!

After making a series of arrangements, Luo Feng prepared to return to his cultivation, striving to achieve the realm of Innate Grandmaster as soon as possible.

Once he succeeded, he could delve deeply into the mysterious illnesses plaguing Zheng Zha and Luo Yuan.

He entered his meditation chamber.

In the chamber of emptiness, Luo Feng, as usual, regulated his breathing and circulated his bloodline.

Entering the state where not a single distracting thought arises, the mind becomes pure and clear.

Drip.

A ripple of thought, and the void shattered.

Luo Feng tossed and turned, unable to settle into his cultivation state.

It was like lying alone in bed late at night after drinking a cup of coffee—desperately wanting to sleep, but unable to.

“My heart is still uneasy,” Luo Feng sighed.

Though he had used Zhou Sheng’s Wind-after Divination and the method of questioning the heavens within to obtain the Japanese plan, he could not find peace.

The Japanese plan consisted of three steps.

First: spread news of a massacre to lure Luo Feng.

Second: feign repeated defeat to draw Luo Feng into the city.

Third: sacrifice the entire city’s populace as offerings to summon the legendary Yamata no Orochi.

Every step, every detail, Luo Feng knew with exact precision.

Yet, as a cautious player, he was still uneasy and decided to investigate personally.

Just as in a game, even with every guide in hand, a single bug can ruin everything.

After all, the Heavenly Dao can be unpredictable and capricious.

If it were truly flawless, neither he nor Wugen Sheng would exist.

As this thought flashed through his mind, Luo Feng consciously suppressed it.

It was enough to have a rough idea—no need to voice it or dwell on it.

He soared upon the wind, stepping into the sky.

Ninety seconds later.

Luo Feng arrived near Ping’an County.

He spread his spiritual sense around the county, sensing every blade of grass and tree within a thousand-mile radius.

He was already intimately familiar with the Japanese deployment here.

At the central command, there were two Japanese extraordinaries, both ordinary in rank.

To the south of the city, another Japanese extraordinary, also of ordinary rank.

To the north, another—wait…

In the sky, Luo Feng’s eyes suddenly opened. This Japanese extraordinary was somewhat powerful, likely able to withstand one of Luo Feng’s ordinary palm strikes.

A top-tier extraordinary worthy of special attention.

Luo Feng placed ten additional spiritual monitors around the northern extraordinary, watching his every move.

After scanning the city, Luo Feng swept the surrounding mountains and plains once more.

Within a hundred miles—no extraordinaries.

...Within five hundred miles—no threats; one extraordinary detected, an ally.

...At eight hundred miles—hmm, blessings of the Celestial Sovereign, see no evil, hear no evil.

Luo Feng silently recited a purifying scripture.

His spiritual sense covered a thousand miles; only a few idle extraordinaries were present.

He nodded, then transported several hundred tons of explosives from his mountain valley into Ping’an County.

Every secluded corner was rigged—some with dozens of tons, others with just a few.

Let us lay an ambush for them first!

Having completed all these preparations, Luo Feng finally felt somewhat at ease.

There were still fifteen days until the Japanese plan would commence.

A day passed. Still uneasy, Luo Feng brought in several dozen more tons of explosives from elsewhere, placing them along the essential roads of Ping’an County.

Let us ambush them again!

Two days passed. Still slightly uneasy, Luo Feng carved formation after formation around Ping’an County, densely arranged and covering a vast area.

Three days passed. At last, Luo Feng saw the arrival of the Japanese extraordinaries.

A train passed through Ping’an County, from which descended a group of Japanese extraordinaries.

Twelve top-tier extraordinaries and several ordinary ones—a force that could wipe out a thousand-year-old sect.

The top fighters of all Japan had been mobilized.

Luo Feng was unconcerned—at most, it would take two slaps to deal with them.

If numbers alone prevailed, what need would there be for cultivating qi and pursuing the Dao?

What truly drew Luo Feng’s attention were the objects the Japanese extraordinaries carried—sinister, laden with layers of grudges and resentful anger, detected only through his extremely sensitive spiritual sense.

This aura was both familiar and strange; Luo Feng had once encountered it on a battlefield of massacre.

That time, Luo Feng had been uncharacteristically furious, acting against ordinary Japanese soldiers for the first time, and emptied three of their storage depots in passing.

On the fourth day.

The Japanese extraordinaries carved formations and bloodstained marks on the streets and walls of Ping’an County.

If his guess was correct, these were the summoning arrays for the Yamata no Orochi.

The Japanese believed their movements to be utterly secret, yet every action was recorded by a certain heavenly eye.

Five days passed. Luo Feng took no further action, simply letting his spiritual sense continue to monitor the Japanese extraordinaries.

For now, the leaders and chiefs of all the sects had already arrived.

Within a grand encampment, over twenty top-tier extraordinaries gathered—this was the main power of the Chinese extraordinary world.

Any one of these elders could, with a stomp of their foot, stir the world of extraordinaries.

As Luo Feng entered the camp, all except a few—such as the leader of the Shangqing Sect—were momentarily stunned, some surprised, some skeptical, and some…

For no other reason than this: Luo Feng was simply too young.

A handsome face, long hair flowing, robed in white like an immortal descended from the heavens.

Youthful, seemingly untouched by the passage of years.

At this moment, Luo Feng looked younger than the disciples of the very sect leaders and masters present.

“And you are…?”

A clan head from Sichuan asked hesitantly.

Luo Feng smiled faintly and replied, “I am a Daoist of the Shangqing Sect, commonly known as Luo Feng. The sect leader can be my witness. If you still doubt, you may examine my Daoist credentials.”

The Shangqing Sect leader at his side intoned a blessing of the Celestial Sovereign and nodded, saying, “He is indeed Alliance Leader Luo Feng, senior uncle of our sect.”

Having joined the Shangqing Sect, Luo Feng had been made an elder of the Scripture Repository—with a seniority marked by respect.

“Supreme Celestial Sovereign!”

“Alliance Leader Luo, truly a genius in his youth.”

Sensing the awkwardness, Zhang the Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain intoned a blessing and praised him.

By seniority, Luo Feng outranked most present.

Yet for these elders to address a youth as senior uncle—it felt somehow amiss.

As expected, after this, the leaders and heads exchanged pleasantries, speaking only of the Alliance Leader, not of seniority.

Only the Shangqing Sect leader remained silent, his eyes full of pity.

These poor fools...

Soon, they would understand how cruel the world could truly be.

Luo Feng, with a serene smile, said, “I am already in my fortieth year.”

[Supplement for yesterday’s chapter]

(End of chapter)