Otherworld Advance Team
Chapter 1259 - 1252: Peaceful Resolution Fails

Chapter 1259: Chapter 1252: Peaceful Resolution Fails

"They can’t hear us, even if I were to slaughter you right now, they wouldn’t hear a thing!" Feng said, as he casually snapped his fingers with his left hand.

Upon receiving the signal, Fulajie’er immediately activated the Silence Magic, and in a moment, they were both enveloped in the eerily silent space. Feng was quite accustomed to it, but Xuan appeared very surprised, his face revealing a rarely seen expression of shock.

Next, Feng lightly pressed down with his left hand, signaling Fulajie’er to stop the Magic Casting, and then looked at Xuan, who was still in a state of shock, and said expressionlessly, "So, now you know what to do, right?"

Upon hearing her words, Xuan was initially stunned, then quickly recovered from his shock, and put on a forced smile, saying, "Ha, you are indeed very powerful, but I really can’t leave the military camp. Since we are to cooperate, I must play my role within the army. If I were to be punished because of this, what would be the point of our cooperation?"

"I don’t want to hear your excuses!" Feng said impatiently, then raised his long knife and pointed it at him.

"Little Fengye, hold on a second," at this moment, Feng heard the voice of Fulajie’er in his mind, "I’ve thought about it, and what he says does make sense. I just went out for a stroll, and the defense here is tight. You’d barely manage to get out yourself, it would be hard to take him with you. So, you stabilize him first, and I’ll go out and communicate with Cheng Ziang. If possible, I’ll relay messages back and forth. What do you think?"

"Hmm!" Feng thought for a moment and nodded in agreement with her plan.

"Hmm what, who are you talking to?" Apparently noticing her odd behavior, Xuan couldn’t help but ask curiously.

"Don’t talk, don’t move!" Feng warned again.

"Alright, alright, no moving, no talking," Xuan shrugged his shoulders, then picked up a book and said to her, "You too, there’s no need to point a knife at me. It’s tiring for you as well. I’m just a Civil Captain; I’m no threat to you, so you can relax."

Feng felt that his words indeed made sense. After thinking it over, she also felt that he couldn’t cause any trouble, so she lowered her arm and stuck the knife into the ground.

"Move over a bit, find a concealed corner to hide in, so you won’t be spotted by patrolling soldiers," Xuan continued, gesturing.

Feng did not refuse his request, obediently moved to a dark corner to hide, and kept her whereabouts concealed. Seeing her act this way, although Xuan was still puzzled, he didn’t know what else to ask, so he could only continue reading his book.

Before long, Fulajie’er returned and brought back Cheng Ziang’s opinion who, in principle, agreed to establish contact through Feng and Xuan. Fulajie’er would be responsible for relaying messages back and forth, as her speed was quite fast, so there would only be a delay of about five seconds.

"How can you retreat?" Following Cheng Ziang’s inquiry, Feng relayed for the first time.

"Retreating is not up to me to decide," faced with the sudden question, Xuan was taken aback for a moment, then spread his hands and said.

"Are you playing us?" Feng asked coldly. This was her own question, not relayed from Cheng Ziang.

"I’m just the commander of the vanguard; I don’t have the authority to order a retreat. Moreover, as I’ve said, if you’d manage to deal with those more than a thousand generals, we’d withdraw immediately, without breaking our word, but you haven’t accomplished this," Xuan stated confidently.

Feng pursed her lips, staring fixedly at him. She wasn’t angered, rather she was waiting for Cheng Ziang’s reply. After a few seconds, she took a deep breath and asked again, "If we take action, and end up dealing with all of you together, aren’t you afraid of dying?"

"Ha, if I can’t beat them, I’ll just run. Anyway, it’s the generals who will go forward to die," Xuan shrugged and said with a smile, "No matter how you do it, as long as you can deal with the generals, regardless of how many of us die, we will retreat immediately, never to break our word."

"If all the generals are annihilated, what use are the rest of you? Is this also your promise?" Feng relayed Cheng Ziang’s question.

"Of course, we still hope to preserve as much manpower as possible, targeting only the generals. But if it truly comes to a fight, then minimizing casualties is our goal," Xuan replied.

"What are your next plans?" Feng asked.

"That’s military secrets, do you think I would tell you?" Xuan couldn’t help but laugh.

"So, do we have a chance to eliminate some Generals and weaken your forthcoming offensive?" Feng asked.

"Not at this stage," Xuan shrugged, "The Generals are all assembled now; we can’t get them separated..."

Xuan seemed to realize he was about to reveal too much, promptly shutting his mouth.

"So, we’re bound to clash then?" Feng asked.

"If you all survive this war, then of course there’ll be opportunities for us to collaborate. I welcome you to seek me out," Xuan spread his hands and said.

Clearly, a peaceful resolution was no longer possible. Xuan’s words had made his stance known, and although he didn’t spell it out, anyone with a bit of common sense could tell that the Dongsheng army was about to launch a new assault, intending to capture Lingyuan City in one fell swoop, and once and for all settle the conflict in West Outer Heaven.

"Since that’s the case, I’ll just kill you first, as the opening victory in this war," Feng said coldly, raising her sword again.

"Don’t always think about resorting to violence," Xuan said feigning calm, "I’ve made it clear, the Generals are the main force of this army. As long as you can deal with them, whether it’s soldiers or commanders, they’re no match for you. We would definitely retreat to Kyushu immediately, never to break our word."

"How can I trust what you say?" Feng asked expressionlessly.

"I’ve made my promise and even informed you about the army’s impending attack. If you don’t trust that, then there’s nothing I can do," Xuan said with the air of a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water.

"What if we go to great lengths to eliminate the Generals, and you seize the opportunity to launch a sneak attack? What then?" Feng pressed on.

"What are we fighting you for?" Xuan said with a smile, "As you see, we’re attacking West Outer Heaven solely for the Source Stones. Who needs Source Stones the most? Generals, Cultivators. For us non-Cultivators, what’s the point of Source Stones? Why should we wager our lives for it?"

He lifted his head to find Feng looking at him, her face expressionless, her sword ever in hand.

"By the way, regarding your Kunzhou, they’ve found a method against it. You’d better be careful," Xuan continued.

"You’ve earned yourself a reprieve!" After hearing his words, Feng said coldly.

Then she raised her hand, and a dark object immediately flew towards Xuan. Xuan instinctively caught it and upon closer inspection, saw it was part of his own ornament. He shrugged his shoulders, and when he looked up, Feng had already disappeared.

Seeing Feng’s disappearance, the smile on Xuan’s face immediately faded, and his eyes narrowed as he sank into thought.

No matter what, the Dongsheng army’s attack was imminent, and even he couldn’t stop it. Now all he could do was pray that Lingyuan City and those foreigners could withstand the army’s assault and not ruin their plans.

Leaving Xuan’s tent was no easy task for Feng. The main camp was riddled with both obvious and concealed sentries; patrols were seemingly endless. It was only thanks to the distraction created by Fulajie’er that Feng managed to leave the camp, and by then it was already early morning.

Back at the predetermined rendezvous, Feng encountered Cheng Ziang, who had been waiting for a long time. Thanks to Fulajie’er’s messenger services, he was already aware of Xuan’s intentions and couldn’t help but fall into deep thought.

"So, at this stage we’re left with no choice but war. These people really are hard-headed; they won’t even consider talking to us without a beating," Ziang said with hands on his hips, sighing.

"From what he said, there seems to be a lot of internal friction within the Dongsheng army. One side’s misfortune doesn’t elicit help but mockery instead; this might be an opportunity for us," Baiyue analyzed, holding her gun.

"The current situation is that the Dongsheng army, whether it’s the Generals or soldiers, are all in. We can’t discriminate, we have to beat them all up. Ah, these Generals really are a big headache, making it difficult to fight this war," Ziang said with a sigh.