To achieve immortality, I cultivate using Qi Luck-Chapter 847 - 362: The Yong State Battle Situation

Chapter 847: Chapter 362: The Yong State Battle Situation

One month later, in the city of Jiangxia.

That day, Lu Yuan climbed the mountain cliff, facing the morning glow of the rising sun, admiring the beautiful sunrise.

The river breeze was cool and crisp. Despite having been in spring for quite some time, the chill lingering between heaven and earth still remained in abundance, making it somewhat unbearably penetrating.

Fortunately, as a Martial Arts Xiantian with Inner Strength like a blazing furnace, Lu Yuan had long been immune to the extremes of heat and cold. His own cultivated magic power was also profoundly deep, so such minor suffering naturally was not taken to heart.

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By comparison, the beauty of this early morning, which refined one’s sentiment, delighted the heart and pleased the eye, made him yearn even more.

Gazing at the newly risen sun, Lu Yuan’s eyes narrowed slightly, the golden sunlight spilled over heaven and earth, bringing a breath of life to the awakening of all things.

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It was truly hard to believe that a world graced by such a radiant sun was about to face a great calamity in the near future.

The fate of the entire world would also become uncertain in this catastrophe, its future unpredictable.

‘I wonder if Mo Li Daoist friend and the others have arrived at the Northern Dark City by now? How is the progression of the Ascension going, is it still proceeding smoothly?’

Suddenly, Lu Yuan thought of that Daoist friend he had debated with several times last winter, his thoughts drifting far away.

Since last September when Feishuang Tao and the rest of the Nine States Immortal Gate set sail to cross the sea, up to early April now, more than half a year has passed.

With an unpredictable journey on the sea and the far distance to the Northern Dark City, it’s unlikely the cultivators of the Nine States Immortal Gate have arrived smoothly.

Apparently not.

After all, when the cold tide struck and the Nine States Immortal Gate speculated there were issues with the Northern Dark City, they sent people to investigate.

That time, a round trip took up a whole three years.

Which is to say, a successful visit to the Northern Dark City, under the best circumstances, would still need a year and a half.

It’s only been half a year so far; perhaps those people haven’t even made it to the North Sea yet, currently drifting in the East Sea region, struggling forward and keeping company with the tempestuous sea and waves.

“The cold tide’s arrival is something that affects the entire northern region of the Nine Provinces. Even if Mo Li Daoist friend and the others are in the East Sea, they would likely not avoid the impact of the cold tide.

Moreover, the further north you go, the heavier the cold tide becomes, and the colder heaven and earth get.

Nearing the area of the Northern Dark City, I’m afraid the entire North Sea is now turned into glaciers.

Although Mo Li Daoist friend and the others are cultivators, even someone who cultivates both immortal and martial arts like me cannot be completely immune to the extreme cold. Constant circulation of Inner Strength is needed to warm the body, or use magic power to resolve the chill.

They’ve been combating the cold tide for a long time; I fear it may not be as simple and easy as it sounds.

Perhaps, on the way to the Northern Dark City, some who lack sufficient magic power or strength will be the first to be eliminated.”

Lu Yuan thought of the chill from last winter, and his gaze deepened.

The winter that had just passed was even colder than previous years, already posing an initial threat to ordinary martial artists with Inner Strength.

Under this cold encroachment, unless one possessed Inner Strength, ordinary people simply could not venture outside in the snow.

To forcibly resist would likely result in being frozen into an ice sculpture within moments.

And this was only the winter in the Jiangnan region.

If it were in the northern lands or in places like the Snowy Wilderness, the cold tide would probably be much more severe.

“Not long ago, the Snow Plains Nomads sent a messenger, inviting Great Chu once more to ally and send troops against Zhou Country.

However, this time they promised to deploy only three hundred thousand men, merely sixty to seventy percent of the scale of their past spring raids.

Moreover, those who have been negotiating with these barbarians all this time, exchanging grain and supplies for the female population from the Snowy Wilderness, who had consistently refused, finally relented.

They agreed to provide one hundred thousand Snowy Plain women of suitable age this year, and to sell the Zhou People captives they had taken to Great Chu.

With a reduced scale of deployment and agreeing to such conditions, it seems the losses suffered by the Snow Plains Nomads this winter may have been greater than we imagined.”

Lu Yuan recalled the intelligence Huang Xuan personally conveyed via divine consciousness from Hanzhong in the northwest just two days ago, his expression contemplative.

Ever since the Snow Plains Nomads decided to move into the two Helong regions of Zhou Country to seek survival due to the impact of the cold tide, the two countries have erupted into massive wars each spring and autumn.

The barbarians, to plunder enough grain and supplies, mobilize up to four to five hundred thousand nomadic cavalry in nearly every spring from various tribes, raiding into the Helong regions.

At their height, the number of nomadic barbarian cavalry mobilized in spring could even exceed seven hundred thousand, almost comparable to the total population of some small countries.

Yet, come this spring, in a change from their grand gestures of past years, the nomads deployed a mere three hundred thousand riders, truly uncharacteristic of their style.

A diminutive force of three hundred thousand, essentially composed of militia-type nomadic cavalry, with such a small number of people, they don’t even outnumber the regular army of the Helong regions of Zhou Country.

Sending them for the spring raid, what effect could they hope to have?

It’s more likely they are not going to raid but to deliver themselves as easy pickings instead.

But knowing this, the nomads still went ahead with the plan, a point that inevitably invokes deep reflection.”

“It seems like after years of warfare, the barbarians simply cannot hold on any longer!”

Lu Yuan couldn’t help but feel some emotion.

Calculating carefully, from the summer of the sixth year of Shenwu Era when the Snow Plains Nomads, affected by a major flood, initiated conflict with the Zhou People, to the spring of the eleventh year of Shenwu, six years have now passed.

After fighting for a full six years, no matter how numerous the nomadic population or how cheap the cannon fodder cavalry of the plains, the accumulated losses over time have been truly terrifying.