Volume Six: The Sovereign God's Return to the Shattered Continent Chapter Seven: The Secret Siege

Yu Changsheng exhaled deeply, a long breath of relief escaping him, and cast a sincere smile toward the equally exhausted ingenious craftsmen beside him.

“That was a close call!” one of the craftsmen remarked.

Yu Changsheng nodded, surveying the chaotic scene strewn across the floor, shaking his head with indescribable feelings. Yet, after a moment, a joyful smile broke across his face.

“We’ve succeeded, haven’t we?” he asked Zhuo Hua, tilting his head upward.

“Half succeeded, perhaps,” Zhuo Hua replied. “To realize your vision fully, we still need many masters skilled in controlling qi to soar through the skies.”

At that moment, a series of hurried footsteps echoed in the stairwell outside the cellar. Soon, Yan Donglai burst into the dim underground chamber, his face etched with concern, followed closely by Yan Congxu and a large contingent of civil and military officials from Tianshui City.

Upon entering, Yan Donglai was taken aback by the scene: Yu Changsheng and two others lay sprawled on the ground; overturned tables and chairs scattered about; tools and materials tossed like leaves in a storm. Meanwhile, Zhuo Hua hovered in midair, his clothes tattered and hair disheveled.

The eerie tableau silenced Yan Donglai for a long moment before he finally managed to ask, “Lord Yuan, would you call this a success or a failure?”

Zhuo Hua drew his qi back into his body, smiling warmly as he patted Yan Donglai on the shoulder. “It’s a success. Now we can go light the great firecrackers. Are the troops you prepared all in position?”

Caught off guard by this answer, Yan Donglai’s smile stretched wide. “All assembled — a full hundred spirit-tier experts, each skilled in the art of qi control. Damn those vile scoundrels from the Dark Xi tribe who’ve held us captive in this city for over two months; now it’s their turn to suffer.”

He then turned and shouted to the gathered officials, “Whoever wants to take revenge on those scoundrels outside the city, follow me!”

Like a whirlwind, the group turned and rushed out.

Zhuo Hua and Yu Changsheng followed them outside. After hiding in the underground darkness for over ten days, stepping into the bright light caused their pupils to constrict painfully, forcing them to rub their eyes.

They made their way along the base of the city wall toward the training grounds. Along the way, they saw many broken bricks from the city walls, evidently shattered by tremendous impacts and cast down. It was clear that during their days in hiding, Tianshui City had endured brutal ravaging at the hands of the Dark Xi army outside the walls.

“Lord Yan has had a hard time,” Yu Changsheng remarked sincerely, gazing at the ruined walls.

They passed through shattered streets and arrived beneath the South Gate. Yan Donglai pointed to a city tower above, its only remnant a solitary eave, and said to Zhuo Hua, “Lord Yuan, this tower was named by you personally on the day Tianshui City was completed. Now, it lies in ruins, destroyed by those scoundrels beyond the walls.”

Zhuo Hua showed little regret, merely sighing softly. “Destruction precedes creation. In this world, so long as people live, hope remains. Though we lose land, as long as people survive, both land and people endure.”

Yu Changsheng nodded thoughtfully upon hearing this, murmuring, “The people are the foundation. Without them, there is nothing. Such a simple phrase, yet it contains the truest truth of this world.”

They climbed the steps to the city gate, littered with broken bricks, shattered shields, and broken arrows. The scene was nauseating. Months of warfare had soaked this once-majestic western stronghold in blood. Under the dying light of the sunset, the bloodstains on the walls glowed with a strange, vivid crimson.

Though a scholar, Yu Changsheng was no stranger to grim scenes like this. He looked around, then turned to Zhuo Hua and asked, “Lord Yuan, how does it feel to witness your own people slaughtered by the Dark Xi?”

Though his words pierced deeply, his expression was solemn, free of mockery or sarcasm.

Zhuo Hua gave a bitter smile. “It is my fault that the people suffer undeservedly. But now is not the time for me to die for the world’s sake.”

Yan Donglai stepped forward, trying to divert the conversation, pointing toward the dense army camps outside the city. “Lord Yuan, look at that great banner in the camp opposite. It has just moved from the southwest corner to the northeast.”

Zhuo Hua and Yu Changsheng immediately ceased talking and turned their gaze to where Yan Donglai pointed.

“The great banner marks their central command tent,” Yu Changsheng said. “It has advanced ten miles closer to our position.”

“Outrageous!” Yan Congxu slammed his fist against the blood-stained wall, then turned to Zhuo Hua and Yan Donglai, clasping his fists respectfully. “I request to go forth and shred those scoundrels ravaging our people outside the city.”

His eyes blazed with fury. Days of defeat had left this defender, charged with protecting the land and its people, filled with shame. Now, facing such blatant provocation, his anger was uncontainable.

At his words, several military officers knelt, fists clenched, filling the ground with their obeisance.

Yan Donglai glanced at the kneeling generals, then at Zhuo Hua, and also knelt, saying, “The sovereign watches above. We Yan clan men have grazed these lands for generations. We cannot bear to see our people suffer and our homeland fall. I beseech you, grant us permission to crush the enemy and reclaim our lands.”

Zhuo Hua bent down to help Yan Donglai up, tears slipping silently to the earth.

“Your valor and courage are well known to me. How can the people of this world tolerate foreign humiliation? Rise, all of you! We go together. Rise, my friends.”

As the generals prepared to stand, hearing that Zhuo Hua would lead the sortie, many hastily knelt again, some citing danger, others caution.

Yan Donglai and Yan Congxu tried to dissuade him from risking himself, but Zhuo Hua raised a hand to stop them.

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