MM Racing Chapter 66 Speculations about Innate Martial Arts
Chapter 66 Speculations about Innate Martial Arts
"Is it fate? It seems that Miaozhen has already dealt with Chagatai."
Yang Kang suddenly remembered the system's previous prompt, and a guess flashed through his mind.
Suddenly, a divine sense welled up in his heart. Yang Kang walked out of the main hall and looked up at the sky.
Countless dense streams of energy, like threads, surged from all directions into the imperial city of Yanjing, attaching themselves to Yang Kang's body.
Yang Kang waved his hand, and those auras were instantly shattered in an extremely fragile manner.
"Is it spiritual energy?"
"Is it fate?"
"Or something else?"
Yang Kang muttered to himself.
"I hereby order the Ministry of Rites to prepare a ceremony to announce the victory, and I will personally go to welcome the Empress's triumphant return."
Yang Kang gave the order with a smile.
The palace servants immediately ran to deliver Yang Kang's orders and the news of the Empress's great victory and her intention to return in triumph to Yanjing.
The city of Yanjing was in an uproar, with countless people taking to the streets, shouting and celebrating wildly.
The imperial court has ordered that the curfew be lifted for one month, effective immediately.
Taverns lowered their prices, and temples saw a surge in worshippers. The Quanzhen Taoist temples in Yanjing were packed with people every day, and countless survivors of families destroyed by the Mongols erected memorial tablets for the emperor and empress in their homes.
Among the scholars, those who had thought that the Great Qian Dynasty was just a flash in the pan completely switched sides. From that day on, no one doubted the glorious trend of the Great Qian Dynasty unifying the world.
Of course, some people are dissatisfied with this.
Rumors that a hen crowing at dawn might bring a repeat of the Tang Dynasty's calamities were beginning to circulate among some people, fueled by their gritted teeth.
At Wild Fox Ridge, Yang Miaozhen planted the butt of her spear on the ground, loosened her grip, and took a step back.
She opened her arms to the sky, enjoying a victory and glory that few women had had the opportunity to experience in thousands of years.
At her feet, the surrendered Mongol soldiers trembled and prostrated themselves as if they were looking at a demon, while the commanders of the Red Turban Army, including her brother Yang An'er, all looked at the empress with eyes of worship.
In the distance, Chagatai's body was nailed to the hillside. Because of his offense against Yang Miaozhen, this Mongol Khan was destined not to receive the respect a Mongol deserved.
Chagatai's eyes were still open, the gray sky reflected in his pupils.
A scout rode up on horseback, and as he dismounted, his knee struck a rock. Ignoring the pain, he shouted.
"Inform the Empress."
"The Mongol army has collapsed across the board! More than 200,000 have surrendered!"
Two hundred thousand.
Yang Miaozhen glanced around.
The grassland was densely packed with kneeling people.
Mongol soldiers, Khitan soldiers, Western Xia people, and Han soldiers huddled together like a fallen leaf blown to the ground by the wind.
Some of them have faces exactly like those of the Han people, but a small number of them have facial features that show obvious signs of being from a different ethnic group.
Further away, the routed soldiers scattered like ants, just as the Jin soldiers had faced the Mongols in the past, their lives being harvested in the almost playful pursuit of the Daqian soldiers.
But to the north lies the vast grassland; where could they possibly escape to?
Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun rode up to Yang Miaozhen's side. Their armor was covered in blood, but their expressions were calm.
They had followed Yang Kang in his campaigns since they were fourteen years old, and had seen this kind of scene many times.
"Your Majesty, what should we do?"
Nie Feng cupped his hands and asked.
Yang Miaozhen's gaze swept across the faces of the Mongolian prisoners of war.
Yang Miaozhen raised her hand, about to give the order.
"Empress."
A voice came from behind the crowd.
Wanyan Chenheshang parted the crowd and walked up to Yang Miaozhen.
"Monk Chen, you arrived quite quickly."
"Speak, what are Your Majesty's orders?"
Yang Miaozhen chuckled softly, a rare moment of relaxation on her part.
"Your Majesty, although Chagatai is dead, his son Güyük is still in Karakorum, and Batu of the Juchi lineage commands tens of thousands of troops in the Kipchak."
"The Mongol households and territories of the Western Regions have only temporarily scattered. If they are given a chance to regroup, they can reunite within three years."
Wanyan Chen, dressed in black armor with a stern face, respectfully bowed and greeted the monk.
"So, you've come to persuade me to kill them?"
Yang Miaozhen asked curiously.
"Your Majesty, Marshal Guo Jing has agreed to serve in the government."
"Your Majesty has ordered me to lead my troops to conquer the grasslands. Möngke will assist me in subduing the Mongol tribes and eliminating the rebellious ones."
"The Mongolian steppe will soon hold another Kurultai to elect a new Mongolian Khan."
"Wanyan Chenheshang said in a deep voice."
Yang Miaozhen walked indifferently towards the distant high slope.
The soldiers, like ants swarming across the land, were the elite troops of all the Mongol tribes who had gathered here on the southern steppes of Mongolia.
In the distance, the surrendered soldiers knelt in dense rows, their armor piled up like small mountains, and their battle flags lay scattered on the ground.
Wanyan Chenheshang rode up and followed, saying in a deep voice:
"This is His Majesty's arrangement."
Yang Miaozhen did not turn around.
"What arrangements?"
"His Majesty said that these Mongols must neither be released nor killed."
Wanyan Chenheshang paused.
"They need a new Khan."
Yang Miaozhen stopped and glanced at him sideways: "Who?"
"His Majesty himself."
Yang Miaozhen remained silent for a moment.
"He was quite impolite."
"This is the second mission he has given me."
Wanyan Chenheshang's tone suddenly turned somber.
"The first time was a mission he had to complete, and it was also his lifelong dream."
It was said lightly, yet it carried immense weight.
Yang Miaozhen turned around and looked directly into his eyes.
"You are a Jurchen."
"The Jurchens destroyed the Liao Dynasty, the Mongols destroyed the Jin Dynasty, and now you want to destroy the Mongols."
"The cycle of cause and effect is quite interesting."
Yang Miaozhen suddenly smiled.
"This is not cause and effect."
"This is my choice."
"Moreover, Mongolia has only become a part of our Great Qian Dynasty, so it cannot be considered to have perished."
"Wanyan Chenheshang said."
Yang Miaozhen stared at him for a long time.
"There are still remnants of Chagatai and Jochi in the West, so you will have a lot to do in the future."
"Do what you want to do."
"But there's one condition."
Yang Miaozhen's voice suddenly turned cold.
"Select all the Mongols among these people. Those who are centurions or chiliarchs and are willing to submit, let them live."
Her gaze fell upon Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun in the distance.
Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun immediately stepped forward.
"Your subordinate is here!"
"You two will go and assist Monk Wanyan Chen in investigating this matter."
"I do not want to hear any Mongolian say anything that would reject my husband becoming the Khan of the Mongols."
Yang Miaozhen said.
"Your humble servant obeys the order!"
The two replied sternly, then put away their weapons and walked to Wanyan Chenheshang's side.
Yang Miaozhen was about to wave her hand to signal Wanyan Chenheshang to go and do his work.
Wanyan Chenheshang suddenly changed the subject.
"Your Majesty, His Majesty has another matter for me to convey."
"What?"
"His Majesty says that there is progress in the path to the Innate Realm, and requests that Your Highness return quickly to explore the Innate Path together."
Yang Miaozhen was stunned upon hearing this.
She knew better than anyone just how astonishing her husband's martial arts skills were.
At this moment, Yang Kang actually told her that he had found a possibility to go even further.
Yang Miaozhen, who was also a martial arts fanatic, did not hesitate at all.
"Send the order to return to the capital in triumph."
Soon, the triumphant army arrived outside Yanjing City.
Yang Kang personally led civil and military officials twenty miles outside the city to welcome the Empress's triumphant return.
Countless people flocked to the streets to pay homage to the queen, who was surrounded by flowers and glory.
Amidst the vast army, the emperor and empress stood hand in hand atop the carriage, enjoying the cheers and admiration of the people.
Countless women gazed at Yang Miaozhen's figure, their eyes sparkling with an unprecedented light.
For hundreds of years, it was ruled by foreign tribes, its literary culture did not flourish, its life was far less stable than that of the Southern Song Dynasty, and its customs were naturally not as conservative as those of the South.
Now that a heroine like Yang Miaozhen has emerged, countless women have suddenly realized that there seems to be another way out besides getting married and managing a household.
Among the officials, Yelü Chucai stroked his beard and said to Yuan Haowen beside him with a smile in his eyes:
"It has been many years since the Central Plains has produced a woman as extraordinary as the Empress."
Yuan Haowen looked at the emperor and empress in the distance with a face full of admiration.
"After the Shang Dynasty, there is no record of it in historical texts."
"Perhaps only Princess Pingyang Zhao of the pre-Tang dynasty had some semblance of the demeanor of an empress."
Yun Hao exclaimed in admiration.
"I thought you would mention Wu Zetian."
Yelü Chucai gave him a mischievous look.
Yuan Haowen was the leader of the literati in the north and had always been a staunch supporter of the empress. He was on the verge of rivaling Yelü Chucai and other foreign literati.
"Although Wu Zetian's governance had its unique aspects, she seized power through treacherous means, ultimately deviating from the path of righteousness and justice."
"Your Majesty, like the Empress, established your empire by punishing the wicked and bringing peace to the world. How can you compare to Wu Zetian?"
The two looked at each other and burst into laughter.
Amidst the cheers of the crowd, Yang Kang's double pupils suddenly contracted slightly.
The dense aura surged between heaven and earth like clouds, and rushed towards him and Yang Miaozhen like a tide.
This time, Yang Kang could clearly see that it was not some kind of destiny or spiritual energy, but rather an aura emanating from the people who madly worshipped them.
This aura instinctively gathered towards him and Yang Miaozhen.
Yang Kang's expression was solemn, and he whispered to Yang Miaozhen:
"Did you feel it?"
Yang Miaozhen gripped his hand tightly.
Yu Ji's supernatural ability to remain undead and unharmed by the Overlord was activated, instantly sharing Yang Kang's spiritual senses with her.
Yang Miaozhen was immediately startled to sense that aura.
"This...how is this possible?"
"That is the scattered spirit and energy of the people, drawing closer to us."
Yang Miaozhen said in shock.