Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 1180 Can Enter the Palace as a Concubine

A general named Toyotomi Masayoshi had a smile on his face.

"General Atsumi Akiyama, His Majesty the Emperor has long admired your reputation. If you were to abandon this war now, you could return to the main island and become a concubine. What an honorable and enviable destiny that would be so wonderful."

Atsumi Akiyama suppressed his temper and said calmly.

"Generals, how about allowing Qiushan to capture Funing City and unify the southern territory of Dazong before making a judgment?"

Another man, named Tokugawa Iemochi, frowned.

"Why should a woman be so competitive? These are things that men like us should do."

"General Tokugawa Iemochi, now that the struggle has reached a critical moment, I must take responsibility to the end. Giving up halfway is not the behavior of the Atsumi family."

Tokugawa Iemochi sneered: "General Akiyama, it's not that we didn't warn you, but if the war continues to be unfavorable to our Great Alliance, the Emperor's punishment for you will be severe."

Atsumi Akiyama said calmly, "You two generals, just watch. If there is any further mishap, Atsumi Akiyama will commit seppuku to apologize to the Emperor."

At this point, there was no room for negotiation, and the two generals had nothing more to say.

The two stood up, nodded to Atsumi Akiyama, said nothing more, and turned to leave.

Atsumi Akiyama watched the two disappear at the entrance of the military tent, his face so gloomy it could drip water. He turned his gaze to the map on the desk and frowned in deep thought.

Inside Fuling City, Lin Feng sat behind his desk in the command post, frowning as he read the letter that had come from Shanglin Prefecture.

In her letter, Bai Jing recounted the events of the past few days, focusing on summarizing the actions of the Emperor and his senior officials.

It was inconvenient to mention specific names in the letter, so I only touched on them briefly. I believe Lin Feng will understand once he reads the letter.

Lin Feng pondered, still thinking that he shouldn't let these people know he had returned too soon.

The point is to let certain people step forward. As long as I firmly control the Zhenxi Army, they won't be able to cause any trouble.

Further rectification at that time may further consolidate the stability of the eight prefectures in Zhenxi.

As he was pondering this, a soldier came in to report that a person dressed in a black robe was requesting an audience.

Lin Feng's heart stirred. With such attire, he was probably not a person from the mortal world, but most likely a cultivator.

Unexpectedly, just a few days after I arrived here, the reclusive sects learned of my arrival.

Lin Feng nodded, signaling for someone to come in and talk.

Now that we've found this place, the guards can't stop these cultivators with their abilities. We might as well have a good fight and see who's more skilled.

A thin, short man dressed in black, with a hood covering his face, strode into the lobby of the command center.

As soon as the man entered the hall, Lin Feng stood up, turned out from behind the desk, and took a few steps forward to greet him with a smile.

"Master, why are you here?"

The man in black did not remove his hood, but merely looked Lin Feng up and down a few times before speaking urgently.

"Lin Feng, why are you still showing yourself? Wouldn't it be better to conceal your identity?"

Lin Feng smiled, took Zhen Zhuo Daoist's arm, and led her to sit down in front of a chair.

"Master, we cannot abandon the Zhenxi Army. We see pirates wreaking havoc across our vast territory, causing immense suffering and even leading to the loss of the country..."

Master Zhen Zhu interrupted him.

"Don't you know how powerful they are? You have such a good excuse to live in seclusion, how can you expose yourself so easily?"

Lin Feng smiled wryly: "Master, of course I know how powerful they are, but your disciple isn't made of dough either."

Master Zhen Zhuo's body trembled slightly.

"You are neither flour nor steel. With your talent, if you remain hidden in the shadows and cultivate diligently, you may be able to revitalize our sect in the future. Then you will be fearless."

Lin Feng shook his head: "Master, that is not my path."

"What path have you cultivated?"

"I want to walk my own path."

Master Zhen Zhuo was filled with disappointment and frustration, his breathing became rapid, but he couldn't utter a word.

The two stared at each other's eyes like fighting cocks.

After a while, Master Zhenzhu waved his hand.

"Let them all go out."

Lin Feng looked up and gestured to Pei Qiyin.

With no one else in the room, Daoist Zhen Zhuo suddenly reached out and grabbed Lin Feng's chest. The two were very close, and the move was quite sudden. With Daoist Zhen Zhuo's abilities, how could he possibly miss at such a short distance?

However, she failed right in front of Lin Feng, her thin hand grabbing at nothing.

Zhen Zhuo could clearly see Lin Feng's smiling face still swaying in front of her, but she just couldn't pinpoint his exact location.

In the hidden sects, Master Zhen Zhuo's level is equivalent to that of a third-generation disciple in other sects.

In Lin Feng's eyes, this was far too trivial.

To avoid disappointing his master, he reached out and grasped Master Zhenzhuo's hand, holding it to his chest.

“Master, I am no longer as weak as before. This is the path that I have discovered on my own.”

Master Zhen Zhuo sat there for a long time before finally letting out a long breath.

His expression gradually calmed down from the shock.

"Alas, I should have thought of that. A genius is a genius. How could his brilliance be overshadowed by the petty people of the world? My master is old and his vision is too short-sighted."

Lin Feng smiled ingratiatingly: "Master, if you say you have short-sightedness, then how did you discover your disciple?"

Upon hearing this, Master Zhen Zhuo frowned, then relaxed and smiled.

"You little rascal, you always tell the truth, you're going to drive your master crazy."

"Hehehe, Master, rest assured, Lin Feng has his own way and will not give up halfway."

Master Zhenzhuo looked Lin Feng over a few more times.

"Come, tell your master, who have you met and what skills have you witnessed from those great masters?"

Lin Feng nodded and briefly recounted his experiences after Shu Qin.

Master Zhen Zhuo's face turned pale at times and then lit up with joy as he listened.

Finally, Master Zhenzhuo looked disappointed.

"Lin Feng, your master can no longer help you. From now on, you will have to rely on yourself."

Lin Feng nodded and smiled: "Master, rest assured, I will definitely not let you down."

"I will return to Yuquan Temple to await your return. I will pray for you and burn incense for you every day before the Ancestral Master, to ensure your safety and to revitalize our sect."

"it is good."

Master Zhen Zhu thought for a moment, then approached Lin Feng and asked in a low voice.

"Lin Feng, do you still have the broken sword that the sect leader gave you?"

Lin Feng pointed to his back with his thumb.

“We’re still carrying it. This is the most precious treasure of our Yuquan Temple. How can we let it get lost?”

Master Zhen Zhu frowned and pondered for a moment.

"Lin Feng, I advise you to find a place to bury it. This thing is extremely dangerous and ominous. It is bloody and cruel, and whoever possesses it will surely die a violent death in a foreign land."

Lin Feng's expression turned serious: "Master, who told you this?"

"Alas, none of the past masters of Yuquan Temple who possessed this broken sword ascended to heaven peacefully."

Lin Feng asked curiously, "Master, were there any patriarchs in history who ascended to immortality?"

Zhen Zhu pondered for a long time, looking completely bewildered.

"It's hard to say. There were no signs or news, and none of the disciples knew anything about it."

Lin Feng nodded, resolving in his heart to follow his own path and ignore these strange legends.

The two remained silent for a moment, knowing that Lin Feng was very busy. At this time, many generals who wanted to enter the door had already been stopped outside.

Master Zhen Zhuo then stopped wasting Lin Feng's time, having finished his instructions, and got up to leave, waving his hand to refuse Lin Feng's offer to see him off.

She had already disappeared at the lobby entrance, but her voice still lingered in Lin Feng's ears.

"Lin Feng, don't underestimate those cultivators, and try to keep a low profile."