"Very well," Fang Yun said firmly, his voice echoing through the grand hall. "Let us discuss the strategy to reclaim the Shanghai Dynasty. If His Majesty refuses to help, then I will go there myself!""Who said I wouldn’t help?" replied Emperor Wan Fei, his tone calm yet determined. "Hua An has been my dearest friend since childhood. Our fathers once shared a bond of brotherhood. But that friendship between our dynasties began to crumble when Yu Lian Fei seized Hua An’s rightful throne."A faint smile curved on Fang Yun’s lips. "Then you already know what will happen next, Your Majesty. I am certain Emperor Yu Lian Fei will launch an attack here once he realizes his Prime Minister hasn’t returned. So before he strikes, we must strike first!""Wouldn’t it be wiser to wait for them to attack instead?" Emperor Wan Fei interjected, spreading a large map of the Galuh Dynasty across a polished wooden table. His finger traced the routes between the two dynasties."The distance between our la

Arya turned his head toward his master. As if understanding what his disciple wished to ask, Mu Bin nodded firmly.“Go. Do not stain the name of this Sect with your former arrogance. You should be grateful that the young warrior once spared your life.”“Yes, Master. I promise to give my best for the Dynasty and for the Black Tiger Sect,” Arya replied solemnly.“I have one more message,” Mu Bin added. “Obey every command and word from Fang Yun. Do not ever defy him. Treat him as if he were me.”Arya bowed his head deeply. Fang Yun smiled faintly, pleased by Arya’s change of demeanor.Moments later, the two departed from the Black Tiger Sect on horseback. Mu Bin had specially prepared a large black stallion for Fang Yun. Taking a shortcut through the thick wilderness, they arrived in Lufeng—the capital—much faster than expected.Their arrival caused quite a stir among the court officials, especially Prime Minister Meng Ki.However, after Fang Yun explained the transformation that had oc

The clash that unfolded was beyond reason. The two warriors, both possessing extraordinary mastery over the art of lightness, moved with such blinding speed that their battle was nearly invisible to the naked eye.Fang Yun deliberately tried to lure the old man away from the battlefield. He did not wish for their fierce duel—brimming with destructive energy—to harm the soldiers of the Galuh Dynasty who had just arrived to reinforce the fight.Earlier, a thousand disciples from the Black Tiger Sect had already launched a follow-up assault right after the archers completed their attack.Mu Bin, Arya, and several elders of the sect fought like wild beasts, slaughtering every enemy soldier who dared come near them.Fang Yun’s decision to request Mu Bin’s aid had greatly influenced the tide of battle. With his unmatched skill and disciples whose martial prowess far surpassed ordinary soldiers, the number of troops from the Shanghai Dynasty dwindled rapidly.Even though night had fallen, th

Two immense forces clashed, creating an ear-splitting explosion and a burst of blinding light—green intertwined with blue—ripping through the battlefield like a storm unleashed by the heavens.The elderly advisor was hurled backward more than a dozen steps, while Fang Yun himself staggered nearly ten. The collision left a gaping crater in the earth, and dust spiraled into the air, obscuring the world in a dense gray haze.Fang Yun wiped the blood seeping from the corner of his eye. His vision burned.“This old man isn’t as strong as before,” he muttered under his breath, “but his mastery of night combat is terrifying.”He inhaled deeply, channeling every ounce of his inner strength without restraint. In an instant, crimson flames roared to life, engulfing his entire body like a living inferno.Across from him, Liu Zun—the aged strategist—grimaced, his arm still throbbing from an earlier strike. Yet he raised his blade once again, his face grim and determined.What met his eyes made hi

Fang Yun, who had been sitting weakly against the back of his chair, suddenly straightened his posture. His eyes were fixed on Prime Minister Meng Ki, who was also watching him intently.“Please tell me, Prime Minister, where can I find him?” Fang Yun asked earnestly.Meng Ki gazed up at the ceiling of the grand hall, as though searching his memory for a long-forgotten name.After taking a deep breath, he began to speak, “About thirty years ago, when I was still a soldier, I once heard of a man named Wijaya Kusuma. He was the royal advisor of the Xi Dynasty.”Fang Yun frowned. The name matched the title of the ruler of Kong Xi’s domain. But he dismissed the thought quickly. It might be a coincidence — names could easily overlap across realms.“That was a long time ago. Is he still serving as an advisor to the Xi Dynasty?” Fang Yun asked.The Prime Minister shook his head slowly. “No. At that time, he suddenly vanished without a trace and was replaced by Bao An, who has held that posit