Chapter 71

Chapter 70: Silver Tongue

"Could it be that you want me to join your Manchu Qing?" The Old Blood Knife sneered coldly, "Now, the Great Mongol Empire is the strongest country in the world, with a powerful nation and a million iron cavalry under its command. Wherever they go, the enemies flee in terror. Although there are still a few countries resisting, they are merely struggling to survive. Would I be foolish enough to follow you to the Manchu Qing?"

"Old Ancestor, you see clearly... I wouldn't insult your intelligence by trying to persuade you to join the Manchu Qing," Wei Xiaobao quickly waved his hands, "What I mean is that you should be ennobled and appointed as a minister in the Mongol Empire."

"Heh, don't you fear your tongue will fall out from such big talk." The Old Blood Knife sneered, "Not to mention you, even your Emperor Kangxi doesn't have that kind of ability."

"Of course, His Majesty is much more capable than me, but..." Wei Xiaobao deliberately paused.

The Old Blood Knife indeed asked curiously, "But what?"

"There are some things His Majesty can't do," Wei Xiaobao pointed to himself, "But I don't have that concern."

"What kind of things?" The Old Blood Knife looked at him with suspicion.

"For example... betraying the interests of the Qing Empire." Wei Xiaobao smiled mysteriously.

The Old Blood Knife's heart skipped a beat, thinking that there might really be a chance. He quickly demanded, "Be more specific!"

"From what I know, the Great Khan of Mongolia, Temujin, divided the entire Mongol Empire's strength into four parts. The most elite forces are led by him and his fifth grandson, Hulagu, to conquer the Western countries. Then, his fourth grandson, Kublai, was sent to conquer the Jin and Song dynasties. His nephew, Chagan, was sent to conquer the Western Regions. Finally, your master, the seventh grandson, Ariq Böke, was left to guard the Mongol steppe and plot against the Qing Empire. If I'm not mistaken, the other three routes have been overwhelmingly successful, but your master's route is the most difficult." Wei Xiaobao chuckled, secretly relieved that he had learned about the world situation from his time with Xiao Xuanzi.

"Our Prince is Ariq Böke!" The Old Blood Knife glared at him angrily.

"Ariq Böke, Ariq Böke, it's just a difference of one character, no big deal. I didn't call him Alibaba," seeing the Old Blood Knife about to react, Wei Xiaobao quickly said, "Wasn't my analysis correct?"

"Hmph, your Qing Empire is not weak. Emperor Kangxi has many capable ministers and generals. Together with the Prince of Bao in Shengjing and Wu Sangui at Shanhaiguan, they form a triangular defense. It's not surprising that our Prince has suffered some setbacks." The Old Blood Knife said stubbornly, but in his heart, he knew that the Prince had not achieved any significant success in years.

Ariq Böke read the battle reports from the other three routes every day, and his temper grew worse. While the next Great Khan was not destined for Chagan, the glorious victories of his fourth and fifth brothers made him feel even more frustrated. His chances of becoming the next Great Khan were becoming increasingly slim...

As one of Ariq Böke's confidants, the Old Blood Knife was well aware of his master's troubles.

"If I have a way to turn the tide for your Prince, how do you think he would reward you?" Wei Xiaobao asked with a sidelong glance.

The Old Blood Knife's heart stirred. If the Prince could achieve a glorious victory against the Qing and, being the Great Khan's favorite grandson, secure the position of the next Great Khan, it would not be difficult for him to be ennobled and appointed as a minister.

"Go on, if Old Ancestor finds your words reasonable, I might just let you go. But if you're just playing me, heh, this blood knife can cut through iron. I'll slice you into pieces and make you into a human stick." The Old Blood Knife brandished his shiny knife in front of Wei Xiaobao.

The cold blade made Wei Xiaobao's skin break out in goosebumps. He quickly pushed the knife away and flattered, "If I were to deceive you, Old Ancestor, wouldn't I be tired of living?"

"Your Prince has a strong army and ample supplies. The reason he hasn't made progress is mainly because our Emperor has allied with Wu Sangui at Shanhaiguan and the Prince of Bao in Shengjing, forming a triangular defense that leaves you vulnerable on both fronts, right?" Wei Xiaobao asked.

"Yes." The Old Blood Knife admitted, each time the Prince went to war, he had to spend a lot of troops to guard against the other two routes, making it difficult to break through the Qing's solid defenses.

"If I have a way to make Emperor Kangxi destroy his own defenses, what do you think?" Wei Xiaobao silently prayed, "Xiao Xuanzi, in this critical moment, I have to take the risk, don't blame me."

The Old Blood Knife's heart raced. If the Qing Empire were to self-destruct, wouldn't that give the Prince a chance? He quickly asked, "How?"

Seeing that he had the Old Blood Knife hooked, Wei Xiaobao breathed a sigh of relief and explained, "Wu Sangui has long harbored ambitions to become an emperor himself, and the Prince of Bao has always coveted the throne in the Forbidden City. Emperor Kangxi has long wanted to eliminate them, but unfortunately, your Prince attacked at this time. The three parties had to set aside their private grudges and unite against the common enemy."

"Your meaning is that if our Prince withdraws, they will turn on each other?" The Old Blood Knife's heart leaped with joy.

"Not that easy," Wei Xiaobao rolled his eyes, "But if I can return to Emperor Kangxi and, with my persuasion, make him take action against the other two, once the internal strife begins, your Prince can take advantage of the situation and achieve a decisive victory, wouldn't it be as easy as breaking through bamboo?"

"What's in it for you?" The Old Blood Knife was not entirely convinced and looked at Wei Xiaobao suspiciously.

"I, Wei Xiaobao, have no grand ambitions. I just want to be a high-ranking official, have money to gamble, and beautiful women to play with. Who the master is doesn't matter," Wei Xiaobao chuckled, "Old Ancestor, you said it yourself, the unification of the world by the Mongol Empire is a trend. I'm just trying to secure my future. I hope you will speak well of me to the Prince. My future prosperity and honor depend on him."

"Ha ha ha, that's for sure." The Old Blood Knife patted Wei Xiaobao's shoulder, and the two looked at each other and burst into laughter.

"What's so funny? Can you tell me, Hong?" A cold voice came from nearby, and the two turned to see Hong Antong standing three zhang away.

The Old Blood Knife inwardly cursed his bad luck. He had heard someone approaching and pretended to be unaware, hugging Wei Xiaobao and laughing loudly while holding his blood knife tightly. If the other person had tried to attack from behind, he would have already dealt a fatal blow.

"Is it Hong Master? How is the situation in the camp?" The Old Blood Knife gripped his knife, watching him warily.

"Yuan Chengzhi is seriously injured, and Sangjie has lost an arm. If it weren't for the sudden appearance of Chen Jinnan from the Heaven and Earth Society, I would have already taken Yuan Chengzhi's life." Hong Antong snorted.

"Master has come to save me~" Wei Xiaobao felt a warm feeling in his heart.

After hearing Wei Xiaobao's words, the Old Blood Knife was already tempted and planned to take all the credit. He tried to deceive Hong Antong, "Old Ancestor is now taking this little brat to Mongolia. What do you think, Hong Master?"

"Of course, I will go with Old Ancestor to Mongolia and pay respects to the Prince." Hong Antong smiled.

Noticing the Old Blood Knife's wavering expression, Wei Xiaobao panicked and quickly called out, "Old Ancestor, don't believe his words. I slept with this old turtle's wife, and this old turtle has always wanted to skin me alive..."

Wei Xiaobao dared not reveal that Hong Antong coveted the Forty-Two Chapters of the Sutra on his body, as it might make the Old Blood Knife greedy. In a moment of inspiration, he fabricated a lie to make the Old Blood Knife believe that Hong Antong and he had a deep-seated grudge, wishing to tear him apart...

The greatest grudge in the world is the murder of one's father or the theft of one's wife. As for the murder of one's father... considering the age difference between Hong Antong and himself, the Old Blood Knife was not a fool; so he had to use the theft of one's wife.

Hong Antong was so angry that his whole body trembled, "Rascal, do you think you can get within three feet of my wife?"

"Old turtle, why don't you look in the mirror? With all that white hair, you still have a young, seductive wife. Can you satisfy her? She has no food at home, so she naturally goes out to find it. Your subordinates are all afraid of you, but I'm not!" Wei Xiaobao's words accidentally hit the deepest pain in Hong Antong's heart, making him so angry that his hair stood on end, and his fingers cracked.

Wei Xiaobao knew that if he didn't make the Old Blood Knife completely believe that they were mortal enemies, all his previous efforts would be in vain. Despite being frightened by Hong Antong's fierce appearance, he gritted his teeth and added, "I not only got close to Hong's wife, but I also entered her body." As he spoke, he lewdly thrust his hips and licked his lips, "Tsk tsk tsk, Hong's wife's body is so white and smooth, and her desires are so great~"

"Old man, I'll kill you, you little brat!" Hong Antong could no longer hold back and lunged at him with a punch.

Thinking of the seductive and alluring appearance of Hong's wife, Wei Xiaobao's insults grew more intense, and he even became excited himself. However, Hong Antong was already upon him in a few steps, and seeing the huge fist, Wei Xiaobao was terrified, unable to move his feet.

The Old Blood Knife's dream of being ennobled and appointed as a minister depended on Wei Xiaobao, so he would not let him die. He had been holding his blood knife in readiness, and in a flash, the blade flashed, forcing Hong Antong to retreat several feet.

"Old Blood Knife, this little brat has insulted me too much. Are you really going to help him?" Hong Antong glared at the Old Blood Knife fiercely.

"Hong Master, why be so angry? The innocent are naturally clear..." The Old Blood Knife thought to himself: I've heard about the reputation of Hong's wife, and Hong Antong's age clearly means he can't satisfy her. Could it be that Hong's wife is really lonely and desperate... Heh, Wei Xiaobao is a bit like me. I should visit the Divine Dragon Island one day and experience the charm of Hong's wife.

Noticing the Old Blood Knife's lecherous expression and recalling his reputation for raping women, Hong Antong became even more enraged. Chapter 71: The Seven Apertures Smoking of the Divine Dragon Sect Master

"Of course, I will go with Old Ancestor to Mongolia and pay respects to the Prince." Hong Antong smiled.

Noticing the Old Blood Knife's wavering expression, Wei Xiaobao panicked and quickly called out, "Old Ancestor, don't believe his words. I slept with this old turtle's wife, and this old turtle has always wanted to skin me alive..."

Wei Xiaobao dared not reveal that Hong Antong coveted the Forty-Two Chapters of the Sutra on his body, as it might make the Old Blood Knife greedy. In a moment of inspiration, he fabricated a lie to make the Old Blood Knife believe that Hong Antong and he had a deep-seated grudge, wishing to tear him apart...

The greatest grudge in the world is the murder of one's father or the theft of one's wife. As for the murder of one's father... considering the age difference between Hong Antong and himself, the Old Blood Knife was not a fool; so he had to use the theft of one's wife.

Hong Antong was so angry that his whole body trembled, "Rascal, do you think you can get within three feet of my wife?"

"Old turtle, why don't you look in the mirror? With all that white hair, you still have a young, seductive wife. Can you satisfy her? She has no food at home, so she naturally goes out to find it. Your subordinates are all afraid of you, but I'm not!" Wei Xiaobao's words accidentally hit the deepest pain in Hong Antong's heart, making him so angry that his hair stood on end, and his fingers cracked.

Wei Xiaobao knew that if he didn't make the Old Blood Knife completely believe that they were mortal enemies, all his previous efforts would be in vain. Despite being frightened by Hong Antong's fierce appearance, he gritted his teeth and added, "I not only got close to Hong's wife, but I also entered her body." As he spoke, he lewdly thrust his hips and licked his lips, "Tsk tsk tsk, Hong's wife's body is so white and smooth, and her desires are so great~"

"Old man, I'll kill you, you little brat!" Hong Antong could no longer hold back and lunged at him with a punch.

Thinking of the seductive and alluring appearance of Hong's wife, Wei Xiaobao's insults grew more intense, and he even became excited himself. However, Hong Antong was already upon him in a few steps, and seeing the huge fist, Wei Xiaobao was terrified, unable to move his feet.

The Old Blood Knife's dream of being ennobled and appointed as a minister depended on Wei Xiaobao, so he would not let him die. He had been holding his blood knife in readiness, and in a flash, the blade flashed, forcing Hong Antong to retreat several feet.

"Old Blood Knife, this little brat has insulted me too much. Are you really going to help him?" Hong Antong glared at the Old Blood Knife fiercely.

"Hong Master, why be so angry? The innocent are naturally clear..." The Old Blood Knife thought to himself: I've heard about the reputation of Hong's wife, and Hong Antong's age clearly means he can't satisfy her. Could it be that Hong's wife is really lonely and desperate... Heh, Wei Xiaobao is a bit like me. I should visit the Divine Dragon Island one day and experience the charm of Hong's wife.

Noticing the Old Blood Knife's lecherous expression and recalling his reputation for raping women, Hong Antong became even more enraged. Chapter 71: The Seven Apertures Smoking of the Divine Dragon Sect Master

"Of course, I will go with Old Ancestor to Mongolia and pay respects to the Prince." Hong Antong smiled.

Noticing the Old Blood Knife's wavering expression, Wei Xiaobao panicked and quickly called out, "Old Ancestor, don't believe his words. I slept with this old turtle's wife, and this old turtle has always wanted to skin me alive..."

Wei Xiaobao dared not reveal that Hong Antong coveted the Forty-Two Chapters of the Sutra on his body, as it might make the Old Blood Knife greedy. In a moment of inspiration, he fabricated a lie to make the Old Blood Knife believe that Hong Antong and he had a deep-seated grudge, wishing to tear him apart...

The greatest grudge in the world is the murder of one's father or the theft of one's wife. As for the murder of one's father... considering the age difference between Hong Antong and himself, the Old Blood Knife was not a fool; so he had to use the theft of one's wife.

Hong Antong was so angry that his whole body trembled, "Rascal, do you think you can get within three feet of my wife?"

"Old turtle, why don't you look in the mirror? With all that white hair, you still have a young, seductive wife. Can you satisfy her? She has no food at home, so she naturally goes out to find it. Your subordinates are all afraid of you, but I'm not!" Wei Xiaobao's words accidentally hit the deepest pain in Hong Antong's heart, making him so angry that his hair stood on end, and his fingers cracked.

Wei Xiaobao knew that if he didn't make the Old Blood Knife completely believe that they were mortal enemies, all his previous efforts would be in vain. Despite being frightened by Hong Antong's fierce appearance, he gritted his teeth and added, "I not only got close to Hong's wife, but I also entered her body." As he spoke, he lewdly thrust his hips and licked his lips, "Tsk tsk tsk, Hong's wife's body is so white and smooth, and her desires are so great~"

"Old man, I'll kill you, you little brat!" Hong Antong could no longer hold back and lunged at him with a punch.

Thinking of the seductive and alluring appearance of Hong's wife, Wei Xiaobao's insults grew more intense, and he even became excited himself. However, Hong Antong was already upon him in a few steps, and seeing the huge fist, Wei Xiaobao was terrified, unable to move his feet.

The Old Blood Knife's dream of being ennobled and appointed as a minister depended on Wei Xiaobao, so he would not let him die. He had been holding his blood knife in