277: Divide the troops into three groups and counterattack

Bai Qing nodded: “According to Revered Master's instructions, with the help of various forces in the Dao Alliance, most of the basic healing Medicinal Pills like Qi Recovery Pills and Hemostasis Pills, and some low-grade Magical Artifacts throughout the Eastern Continent, have been acquired by us.”

“I didn’t even let go of the basic Materials for Alchemy.”

“Even those that weren't acquired were just small vendors.”

“Perhaps fearing a misunderstanding from the previous Wenren Country incident, after I paid a certain price, the Gathering Treasure Pavilion also stated that they would not sell these items in the Eastern Continent within half a year.”

“So, I can at least guarantee that these Medicinal Pills won't be seen on the market for half a year.”

Gu Liangyuan nodded: “Mm, this was well done.”

Saying that, Gu Liangyuan handed the Anti-Yuanyuan Alliance list to Bai Qing.

“Remember, do not sell Medicinal Pills to any of the forces on this list.”

Bai Qing nodded: “Disciple remembers.”

“You may go.”

“Yes.”

Everyone heard the conversation between Gu Liangyuan and Bai Qing, and their gazes converged on Gu Liangyuan.

Hiss!

What a brilliant move of 'pulling the rug from under their feet'!

Gu Liangyuan spread his hands: “There are three major Medicinal Pill supply forces in the Eastern Continent: one is Golden Core Peak, one is Medicine King Valley, and one is the reclusive Zhao family.”

“Now that all three are under our Dao Alliance, I naturally have to make use of them.”

“War is not just about military strength; it’s a comprehensive war involving economy, supplies, public opinion, and more.”

“Taiyi has Ancient Mo's support, so this move won't be of much use against them.”

“But it's different for the Anti-Yuanyuan Alliance.”

“While suppressing them with military force, we also cut off their supplies. It will be difficult for the Great Abyss to lose!”

Everyone was convinced:

“Cult Master's insight is profound!”

Gu Liangyuan laughed heartily:

“The great momentum is with me!”

Everyone flattered him for a few more sentences, and then their gazes returned to the light screen in front of them.

The light screen was divided into three, showing the status of the Great Abyss's three armies.

Although the Great Abyss's soldiers were of different types, they could generally be divided into two kinds: ordinary soldiers in the Early Stage of Qi Refining, and elite soldiers in the Late Stage of Qi Refining.

There were only one hundred thousand elite soldiers, but there were five hundred thousand ordinary soldiers.

Moreover, as cities were continuously captured, the base number of ordinary soldiers was still increasing.

Whenever elite soldiers captured a country, ordinary soldiers would follow, clean up the battlefield, and then guard the city to prevent unrest.

Yan Country, no, at this time, the entire territory of Yan Country belonged to the Great Abyss.

Gou Dezhu led the elite Disciples, guarding a small city.

Below the city gate, nearly a hundred Core Formation cultivators gathered together.

Leading them were twelve Peak Core Formation cultivators.

Dozens of miles behind them, five hundred thousand troops were encamped.

Looking out, their Qi and blood soared to the heavens, and their Evil Qi was awe-inspiring.

Birds dared not pass through, and beasts dared not look back.

A big man was shouting below the city:

“Gou Dezhu, you cowering turtle bastard, if you have the guts, come down and fight me! What kind of hero are you, always cowering inside the city gate?!”

“What Forget-Love Peak Disciples being decisive in killing, I think they’re all a bunch of cowards!”

“If you have the guts, open the city walls, otherwise I'm going to kill my way in!”

…

Although these Disciples kept shouting, not one of them took the initiative to attack.

On the city wall, a Disciple's face was flushed red, and he said to Gou Dezhu, who was calm and collected beside him:

“Senior Brother Gou, it’s fine if he curses us, but he’s cursing Forget-Love Peak, I can’t tolerate it anymore…”

He wanted to say more, but Gou Dezhu interrupted him:

“You have to endure it even if you can’t!”

“I still say the same thing: obey orders, obeying orders is the most important!”

“Martial Aunt told us to hold our ground, so we hold our ground.”

Seeing that Disciple wanting to retort, Gou Dezhu looked around and slowly spoke:

“He’s cursing so fiercely, why doesn’t he dare to attack directly?”

Everyone's faces were filled with bewilderment.

A light of wisdom flashed in Gou Dezhu's eyes:

“The Anti-Yuanyuan Alliance sounds formidable, but in reality, it's made up of loose sand, with each side calculating against the others.”

“The army opposite is a joint army of three sects.”

“As everyone knows, those who attack first suffer the most casualties. All three want to preserve their strength, which is why no one has taken the lead.”

“But if we take the initiative to go out of the city to meet them in battle, those three families will fight back fiercely.”

“I observe that the opposing army is no ordinary army; they should have drunk Yao Beast blood.”

Yao Beast blood?

Everyone's faces showed confused expressions.

A Tianji Peak Disciple spoke:

“Senior Brother Gou is right. Consuming Yao Beast blood can cause a Mortal’s combat power to skyrocket. I observe that those soldiers and generals opposite can already be comparable to ordinary Early Stage Qi Refining, or even Middle Stage.”

“We have five thousand elite soldiers, they have five hundred thousand.”

“We have twenty Core Formation cultivators, they have over a hundred.”

“Although our Holy Land Disciples are stronger in combat than their forces, there’s no guarantee there won’t be casualties. Taking the initiative to engage in battle is too risky.”

A Disciple spoke: “Then we’ll just give the Great Abyss’s soldiers Yao Beast blood too. Whatever grade is needed, I have it.”

Gou Dezhu shook his head: “Although this Yao Beast blood can temporarily increase cultivation, its drawbacks are also very obvious.”

“A Mortal body is ultimately difficult to absorb Yao Beast blood. Their Peak period is only three to five months. Once three to five months pass, there will be a backlash. The lucky ones will suffer a serious illness and need long-term rest and recuperation. The unlucky ones will have their bones shattered and wish they were dead.”

“Although this method violates the Dao, it does not create great Karma, so the Karma is relatively small.”

“They, the Fu Long Court, will just pat their backsides and leave afterward, so they don’t care about the lives of these Mortals.”

“But our Great Abyss aims for the world, so naturally, we cannot act like them.”

The Disciple who had spoken fell silent, looking at the five hundred thousand troops outside the city, thinking of their miserable state three to five months later, and a hint of unbearable sadness flashed in his eyes:

“Five hundred thousand young men, just like that… Alas!”

“Young man, don’t be so melancholic at such a young age.”

A male voice came from the sky. Everyone looked up and saw the newcomer, and their faces instantly lit up:

“Greetings, Junior Martial Uncle Mo Chen.”

After saluting, they looked behind Mo Chen.

Upon seeing nothing there, their faces all fell again.

Mo Chen naturally knew what they were expecting, and he laughed heartily:

“Reinforcements will arrive shortly; I came ahead to see what was going on.”

Upon hearing this, smiles returned to everyone's faces.

Just as Mo Chen was about to console that Disciple, he suddenly heard shouting from outside the gate:

“Forget-Love Peak are all a bunch of bastards…”

Mo Chen's face instantly darkened. He turned and glanced at the Disciple with a livid face, and roughly guessed how everyone had been spending their days.

He snorted coldly: “Seeking death!”

Saying that, his figure flashed, and he appeared outside the city gate.

The person outside the city gate was cursing with great enthusiasm when he suddenly saw a young man appear. His heart instantly startled, and he subconsciously wanted to retreat.

But thinking of the hundreds of thousands of people watching behind him, he forcefully stopped his retreating movement, raised his head, and looked at Mo Chen with disdainful eyes:

“Who are you? State your name. My great saber does not cut unknown ghosts!”

His words seemed arrogant, but in reality, they were a test.

He had done his homework on the names and personalities of Forget-Love Peak Disciples before the Fu Long Court.

He had made up his mind that once he heard a familiar name, he would turn around and run.

Mo Chen grinned: “Let’s get acquainted. My surname is Wu, and my given name is Gui.”