Du Zhigui, who was in the Prince's mansion, saw the auspicious omen rising from the Western Hills and was filled with remorse.
He should have realized sooner that the Feathered Guard existed solely to protect Jiang Lin.
If Miao Guilan hadn't been so certain that Su Wantang was in the warm pavilion of the Prince's mansion, how could he have made such a basic mistake?
However, now is not the time to assign blame.
Once the war started, it was impossible to stop.
The only option now is to forcefully lead the army out of the palace and charge towards the Western Hill Camp.
Fortunately, 30,000 Red Armored Battalion soldiers were still surrounding the Prince's Palace.
As long as they can break out of the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion and strike at the heart of the enemy, they still have a chance to turn the tide.
Thinking of this, he looked at He Jinzhong and Zhou Yanchen: "Concentrate our strength and charge out together. As long as we take down Xishan Camp, we will still have a chance."
He Jinzhong and Zhou Yanchen immediately understood.
They quickly organized their troops, coordinating from both inside and outside, and launched a frenzied attack on the formation.
No matter how strong the formation of the Prince's Palace was, it could not withstand the full-force bombardment of more than 30,000 soldiers.
Before long, a breach was made.
Du Zhigui, He Jinzhong, and Zhou Yanchen quickly led the remaining thousands of Red Armored Battalion soldiers out through the breach and joined the 30,000 soldiers outside.
Only Miao Guilan, after leaving the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion, headed towards the north of the city.
She knew very well that if Su Wantang were in the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion, the 50,000 Red Armor Battalion would indeed be more than enough.
However, this number of men is far from enough to take down Xishan Camp.
After all, the Feathered Guards' combat strength is undeniable.
Therefore, she had to rush to the north of the city to ask the elders of the Purple Mansion Immortal Sect and the Xuanqing Temple for help.
Both of them were at the Dao Integration Realm, and with Jiang Zai not in Luoyan City, no one could stop them.
As long as they are willing to take action, capturing Su Wantang and Jiang Lin will be a piece of cake.
Gu Shouchang, an elder of the Purple Mansion Immortal Sect, listened calmly to Miao Guilan's description, his face expressionless.
That's why he agreed to come to the North.
One reason is that he owed Emperor Tianwu a favor.
On the other hand, it was because of Wei Jingxing.
The Xuanqing Temple elders' entry into the Northern Territory was definitely not solely for the sake of the Tianwu Dynasty.
He had made things clear with Emperor Tianwu before he came.
He would not do anything that would harm the sect.
Moreover, he would never make a move without the token of Emperor Tianwu.
Miao Guilan said earnestly, "Elder Gu, that witch gave birth to a monster. You must have seen the strange changes in the world just now."
"If this child is not eliminated, he will surely become the source of chaos and turmoil throughout the world!"
"Du Jianjun and his men have fallen into Jiang Zai's treacherous trap and suffered heavy losses. Now they are leading their troops to attack Xishan Camp, determined to capture the evil concubine and the evil child and rid the world of this scourge."
"But the Feathered Guards are fierce, and Xu Yuanshou is a staunch loyalist of Jiang Zai, so it may be difficult to succeed."
"We implore Elder Gu to lend a helping hand for the sake of Tao'er, for the sake of His Majesty, and for the sake of the well-being of all people."
"Elder Gu, the situation is critical. Only a powerful immortal like you can suppress the evil spirits and restore order!"
An eerie silence fell over the courtyard, broken only by Miao Guilan's heavy breathing.
She knew better than anyone that if this plan failed...
Even if Yuan'er, who is far away in Yujing City, doesn't die, he will be severely injured.
After a moment, Gu Shouchang spoke slowly, his tone unreadable, yet carrying an undeniable air of authority: "Madam, please calm down."
"If the time comes for me to take action, I will."
Meanwhile, in another courtyard not far away.
Wei Jingxing also heard the earth-shattering explosion from the direction of the Prince's Mansion and saw the auspicious omen rising from the Western Hills.
He stood with his hands behind his back by the window, gazing towards the western mountains, his fingers unconsciously calculating.
Beside him, Chu Xian, who was only five years old but already had a composed demeanor, also raised his head thoughtfully, a hint of cunning that was not in line with his age flashing in his clear eyes.
"Master, that light… seems somewhat unusual."
"Could the sound of the Great Dao that appeared in Luoyan City earlier be related to him?"
Wei Jingxing did not answer when he heard this, but his fingers, which were calculating, paused slightly, and his eyes were full of confusion.
How could someone be a useless person?
How could such an unusual phenomenon appear on a cripple?
How strange and wonderful!
Just then, a servant rushed in to report: "Old Madam Miao requests an audience."
Wei Jingxing frowned slightly: "Please let him in!"
When Miao Guilan met Wei Jingxing, she tried to persuade Gu Shouchang with the same old words, but her tone was even more sorrowful.
"Elder Wei, you and the Imperial Preceptor are fellow disciples."
"When the Tianwu Dynasty is in trouble, your junior sister Xuan Lingsu, who is tied to the dynasty's fate, will also suffer a backlash, and may even die."
"Can you really just stand by and watch someone die?"
Upon hearing this, Wei Jingxing's usually impassive face softened slightly.
After all, they were fellow disciples. Although he opposed his junior sister Xuan's cultivation method of using the dynasty's fortune to reach the peak, he did not want to watch her die and disappear.
Moreover, the strange phenomena that appeared on Jiang Lin were truly difficult for him to understand.
If he has good talent, perhaps we can take him as an apprentice.
Perhaps we can glean some secrets from him.
Therefore, he nodded slightly: "Very well, I will go with you to take a look!"
"Thank you so much, Elder Wei!" Miao Guilan was so excited that she knelt down on the ground, and the despair on her old face was instantly replaced by ecstasy.
As long as Wei Jingxing is willing to take action, this matter will definitely succeed.
"Xian'er, wait here for me. I'll be right back." He said, taking a step forward.
There was no earth-shattering momentum, no space-tearing fluctuations.
His figure seemed to merge into the void, instantly becoming blurry and ethereal.
The next moment, it vanished silently from the spot, like a stroke gently erased in a landscape painting.
Seeing this, Miao Guilan also quickly rushed towards Xishan Camp.
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Meanwhile, at Xishan Camp.
With Du Zhigui's order, more than 30,000 Red Armored Battalion soldiers charged menacingly towards the Feathered Guard.
In an instant, the war drums thundered, their sound shaking the entire field!
Their goal is very clear.
That was to capture Su Wantang and Jiang Lin alive, who were hiding in Xishan Camp.
As the two armies clashed, shouts of battle, the clang of weapons, and screams rose and fell, and the ground beneath their feet was quickly stained red with blood.
However, Du Zhigui and his men soon discovered that the Red Armor Battalion they brought was far less powerful than the Feathered Guard.
They had long heard that the Zhenbei Army was fierce and that every soldier was a madman who was not afraid of death.
I thought it was just an exaggeration by everyone.
Only after personally experiencing it did I realize that this statement was not an exaggeration at all.
The Red Armor Battalion behind them was recently transferred from the border army by His Majesty; almost every one of them was a veteran of countless battles.
As a result, they were no match for the Feathered Guard.
In less than a quarter of an hour, their formation was thrown into chaos, and they suffered more than half their losses.
If this fight continues, I'm afraid the Crimson Armor Camp will be completely annihilated by these 30,000 Feathered Guards before Su Wantang and Jiang Lin are even captured.
Meanwhile, inside a specially made large tent at the heart of the camp.
Su Wantang lay on the soft couch, her face as pale as gold paper, her forehead soaked with sweat.
The excruciating pain and weakness from childbirth had not yet subsided, and the deafening shouts of battle outside made it impossible for her to rest in peace.
She held the small, warm swaddled baby tightly in her arms.
It was as if they were holding a priceless treasure.
Su Wantang gazed at the exquisite, jade-like face with adoration, and softly comforted her, "Lin'er... don't be afraid... Father and Mother will protect you..."