Chapter 285: Chapter 146 The Idea of Artifact Refining, Taking the Initiative _2
“If we count carefully, our Luo Family has already taken control of the Nine Counties.”
“If we combine these Nine Counties together,”
“our Luo Family could barely be considered as controlling a prefecture’s territory.”
Hearing these words, Luo Qingshan couldn’t help but nod.
Afterward, he extended his finger and pointed at the map where Qingcheng Prefecture, marked with the name Feng Wuyi, was written.
He couldn’t help but ask in a low voice, “So, have we now encountered Feng Wuyi’s side from Qingcheng Prefecture?”
Luo Yong then corrected some of Luo Qingshan’s mistakes, “It’s not just our Luo Family alone; there’s also the Guan Family from Luo Mountain Prefecture. Qingcheng Prefecture dispatched a total of a million elite troops clad in armor, with more than six hundred thousand on our side and about four hundred thousand on the Guan Family’s side. Our situation here is still manageable, but the Guan Family seems to be under more pressure.”
Luo Qingshan’s eyes narrowed slightly, then he said in a low voice, “If the Guan Family cannot withstand the pressure, then the gates of Luo Mountain Prefecture will be wide open to Qingcheng Prefecture, allowing Feng Wuyi’s army to drive straight into Luo Mountain Prefecture’s territory?”
Luo Yong silently nodded and said, “Yes! If the territory of Luo Mountain Prefecture were entirely under our Luo Family’s control, dealing with Feng Wuyi’s side from Qingcheng Prefecture wouldn’t be a big problem. The worry is that the Guan Family might fail at this crucial moment, causing even greater trouble for our Luo Family.”
At this point, Luo Qingshan turned around.
He silently walked out of the Commander’s tent.
Luo Yong silently followed behind his son.
As for Tang Jian, dressed in a Taoist robe,
who had somehow misplaced his White Feather Fan,
he was still sitting by the furnace, hesitation evident on his face.
He was unsure whether he should follow,
or continue to stay by the fire and warm himself?
“Father…”
Outside the Commander’s tent,
suddenly, Luo Qingshan called out in a low voice.
“Hmm?”
Luo Yong looked somewhat puzzled in the direction of Luo Qingshan.
“What about launching an offensive attack on the troops led by Qingcheng Prefecture tomorrow?”
Luo Qingshan stated calmly.
Luo Yong was slightly surprised by Luo Qingshan’s words, “Are you serious about what you said?”
Luo Qingshan nodded silently and said in a low voice, “Of course, I’m serious.”
Luo Yong fell silent for a moment, then spoke softly, “Qingcheng Prefecture’s strength is not weak. If we attack proactively, our losses would significantly increase without the protection of the city walls. The situation in the Da Feng Dynasty is gradually becoming more chaotic; the waters of the Da Feng Dynasty are turning murky.”
“Therefore, I think preserving our own strength is of the utmost importance.”
“If we suffer too much loss and attract attention from other families and powers, that could be troublesome…”
Hearing this, Luo Qingshan shook his head.
If it had been before, he might have thought the same way.
However, as his cultivation continuously improved, his combat power expanded, and his perspective was broadened time and again,
his way of thinking had gradually changed.
On this continent, cultivation was what mattered the most.
Regular troops were nothing more than pitiable fireflies.
How could the light of fireflies vie with the brilliance of the full moon?
Of course, if it were an army composed of cultivators, say, ten thousand all at the Viscera Refinement level, or even above that at Blood Cultivation,
the situation would naturally be different.
But in places like the Da Feng Dynasty,
could they really form an army entirely composed of Viscera Refinement or Blood Refinement Realm cultivators?
Even to say nothing of Viscera Refinement or Blood Cultivation,
in some smaller regions, a cultivator at the Bone Refinement Realm could be revered as an ancient ancestor.
“Father, the army, it doesn’t matter.”
“If we kill all the generals from Qingcheng Prefecture, won’t their army collapse?”
Luo Qingshan quietly played with a string of Yellow Buddhist Beads on his wrist.
While gazing into the distance, towards the location of Qingcheng Prefecture’s army, he continued in a low voice.
“Qingshan, do not underestimate the situation; Qingcheng Prefecture also has Viscera Refinement…”
“Viscera Refinement?”
Upon hearing this, Luo Qingshan’s eyes narrowed slightly, and a fleeting murderous intent sparked within his squinted eyes.
However, that unstoppable surge of killing intent was thoroughly absorbed by the Yellow Buddhist Beads in his hand in just an instant.
As a result, Luo Qingshan returned to his initial calm.
“Father, below the Blood Refinement Realm, I am invincible.”
“Even at the Blood Refinement Realm, I can manage one-to-one.”
“If I decide to flee, I doubt anyone from Qingcheng Prefecture could keep me.”
“Besides…”
While speaking, Luo Qingshan slightly lowered his head, glancing at the small and exquisite golden bell hanging at his waist.
Then, he continued, “Before I returned to the clan, my master left me with quite a few trump cards…”
And as Luo Qingshan finished speaking,
Luo Yong fell into silence.
He knew his son’s intentions.
Luo Qingshan had said before that his master had given him half a year to handle mundane affairs.
And if, after this half-year, he left the Da Feng Dynasty with his master, leaving Dong Huang Divine State,
there might never be another opportunity to meet.
So, before leaving,
Luo Qingshan wanted to do as much as possible for his family and contribute to his clan.