The Villain's Counterattack

Chapter 296: Second-rate, after all, just second-rate

"Is this the princess of the Jin Dynasty who is famous all over the world and is the envy of many Mongolian princes?" Sun Yuankai's eyes lit up as he looked at the beautiful figure who was galloping across the country, holding a long spear and beating more than a dozen Mongolian warriors into a panic.

is it beautiful?

She was indeed beautiful. As a princess, her mother was the queen, so it was natural that she had such excellent genetic appearance. However, what shocked Sun Yuankai the most was her martial arts. She was very good at using a spear in the military. Although she was not as strong as himself, her internal strength was quite good. She was definitely a high-level second-rate martial artist, or even a top-level second-rate master.

Is the Jin Dynasty's royal bloodline really that powerful? Can anyone become a master as long as they put their heart into it? In that light, all those Jin Dynasty princes and dukes are useless, totally unworthy. It's said that the Jin Dynasty emperor also possesses impressive martial arts skills, still going strong and healthy at over fifty, and skilled in archery and horsemanship without a single slack.

Sun Yuankai had recently been traveling with the middle-aged Tibetan monk, sparring with him along the way. He had absorbed all of his second-rate peak strength, and his attacks were no longer clumsy, allowing him to display his full potential. However, he couldn't challenge opponents of higher levels. If he hadn't cultivated them through hard work, then it wasn't truly his. He also secretly practiced the Vajra Palm, a unique Buddhist technique that was far more effective than his own vajra.

Sun Yuankai took advantage of the situation and stood in a place with messy terrain, limiting the opponent's advantage on horseback. He placed the vajra in front of him, making the opponent afraid to charge. He then swung his iron palms to knock the young ladies off their horses one by one, provoking a fight with Wanyan Ping, the eldest princess of the Jin Dynasty.

Wanyan Ping couldn't use his spear and couldn't charge on horseback, so he abandoned his spear and rode his horse, wielding his Sky-Flipping Palm with great force, and fought Sun Yuankai on equal terms.

In terms of the exquisiteness of the moves, the Heaven-Flipping Palm, after numerous refinements and optimizations, even surpassed the Vajra Palm. However, Sun Yuankai was a Buddhist disciple, specializing in the Dragon Elephant Art, which was quite compatible with the Vajra Palm. Wanyan Ping, a woman, despite being the eldest princess of the Jin Kingdom, was unable to fully unleash the might of the Heaven-Flipping Palm. If she hadn't practiced for so many years and gained greater proficiency, she would have lost the upper hand.

Although she had a slight advantage and took advantage of Sun Yuankai's unfamiliarity with the Vajra Palm, she was unable to defeat him for the time being. Instead, because she delayed for too long and her own skills were insufficient, she was eventually defeated.

When the middle-aged Tibetan monk saw Sun Yuankai's powerful Vajra Palm, he just nodded slightly to indicate that it was acceptable. This palm technique originated from Shaolin, but was also circulated in Tibet. He himself had also consulted it, but he was just concentrating on practicing the Great Seal and had never really learned this palm technique.

He bites off more than he can chew. He doesn't consider himself a genius, but he won't distract his energy on such thankless tasks. However, that doesn't stop him from liking to watch others do the same.

Second-rate, after all, is only second-rate, even if he can easily pick up a thousand kinds of martial arts, so what? He only needs a big hand seal and first-class strength to suppress them.

He did so. Needless to say, the power of a first-class master was self-evident. When the Jin Kingdom saw that the other side had a first-class master in charge, they knew that the other side was not ordinary and could only retreat. The Jin Kingdom's Princess Wanyan Ping was not a fool either. She left a cruel word and rode away.

The Mongolian envoy was also a warrior. Although he was knocked off his horse by Wanyan Ping's spear and slapped in the face, he remained calm and was even more respectful to the two uninvited masters. Although Huodu had the title of prince, he had no real power. He was just a pauper who barely retained the title of prince.

But it must be said that although he had no military power, he had some connections in the Tibetan martial arts world. These two masters were of great help today. He had never thought that the eldest princess of the Jin Dynasty would ride a horse and commit crimes in the street. She was just blocking the door before, so why was she so violent this time?

Fortunately, he was lucky enough that a master came to him on his own initiative, so that he did not lose face. Moreover, this time, repelling the Jin Kingdom Princess was not only harmless but beneficial. The arrival of the two masters undoubtedly increased his confidence.

He reorganized his troops and visited the officials of the Dali Temple of the Jin Dynasty according to the procedures to submit the documents for an audience. He then checked into the post station in an orderly manner and arranged for soldiers to guard the surroundings. However, he secretly sent out several letters, indicating that the Mongols also had their own people in the Jin Dynasty.

Although most of the envoys came to fool people, they threatened the Jin Kingdom and paralyzed the Jin Kingdom, thinking that Mongolia's target was the Song Dynasty, which was easier to deal with, rather than the tough bone Guanzhong. However, they secretly tried to win over the Jin court officials and prepare to achieve success in one fell swoop with internal and external support.

He knew what the previous envoys had done, but this time he had a capable person in his hands, so it seemed he could be tougher. If it failed, it would be fine, but if it really succeeded, wouldn't it be a great achievement?

The request for an audience was delivered to the palace, and he received confirmation that a grand court meeting would be held three days later. However, the next day he heard the news that the eldest princess Wanyan Ping was the envoy and the young prince was the deputy envoy, going to Luzon to congratulate the King of Song on his wedding. This news completely cooled his enthusiasm.

The princess is leaving today, and you're proposing marriage in two days. Are you trying to fool the Jin emperor into finding a random maid? Do you think anyone can be as beautiful and talented as Wang Zhaojun? But I want to stop her, but I have no excuse. This is the royal family's own family affair. The King of Song is the grandson of the Jin Emperor and the only son of the King of Qi, the Jin Dynasty's god of war. It is said that the eldest princess, Wanyan Ping, has been favored by the King of Qi since childhood, and he once said that he would make her a millionaire.

Now that his nephew was getting married, who would dare to stop his aunt from going to offer congratulations? If there was anything wrong, even sending a prince would be considered a bit inappropriate, as it would be seen as a hostage and not very respectable. However, considering the tributes and trade resources sent by the Prince of Qi's Palace every year, the court officials were not confident enough.

The hand that takes the favor is short, and the mouth that eats the favor is short. Add to that the King of Qi’s might and tyranny, who in the entire court dares to challenge him?

How about sending someone to rob this team?

Taking the Jin princess back would surely greatly enhance Mongolia's prestige and prestige, but this would likely lead to the wrath of King Qi, the Jin Dynasty's god of war. Secondly, the Mongolian army is not yet fully prepared, and the small number of troops in the Central Plains would find it difficult to accomplish anything. They are traveling by water, and everyone knows that the water is under the control of King Qi.

To conquer the Song Dynasty, Xiangyang was an obstacle, but Sichuan was the key. Only by conquering Sichuan could they move downstream to control the Yangtze River, eliminate the Qi Palace's support for Xiangyang, and then march south to destroy the Song Dynasty. To advance into Sichuan, Guanzhong was essential, and this was the fundamental reason why the Mongols repeatedly sent envoys to operate.

Mongolia, with its commanding position and capable men, possessed a formidable vision of the broader situation. Shandong was a formidable nut to crack, but why was it so necessary to confront it head-on? Simply conquering the entire Central Plains, severing Shandong's ties with Ryukyu and Luzon (a fantasy), and severing the Yangtze and Yellow River waterways would have sapped Shandong's power.

The Mongolian envoys have been wandering around the residences of high-ranking ministers of the Jin Dynasty all day long these past two days. Sun Yuankai has also begun his own preparations, pestering the middle-aged Tibetan monk every day, constantly trying to please him and ask for advice. Putting aside other things, his skills in the Vajra Palm have improved a lot. In terms of hand skills alone, he is far behind him.

As night fell, Sun Yuankai brought two jars of fine wine and approached the middle-aged Tibetan monk. "Tomorrow is the day of the audience. I feel a little uneasy. I haven't seen the emperor before, so I'm a little nervous. So I came to find you, brother, to get drunk. I think I'll feel much better tomorrow after a good night's sleep."

The middle-aged Tibetan monk shook his head and laughed, "You're not trying to get over your troubles with a single drunken drunk, but rather to gain courage. Junior Brother, just act like you did when you went to Mount Zhongnan to help Junior Brother Huodu woo Xiao Longnu. This mission is primarily aimed at this matter. Our Mongol Empire stretches thousands of miles, boasts powerful armies, and is far more formidable than the impoverished Jin. There's no need to worry, no need to be afraid. This is the courage of a strong man."

"I'll take your advice with me. Thank you for your guidance, brother. Please drink this cup!" Sun Yuankai drank the big bowl of wine in his hand, turned it over and took a look. However, the middle-aged Tibetan monk was not so rude. He savored it slowly and drank it. He chatted with the meat brought by Sun Yuankai. After a while, he felt dizzy and fell headfirst in front of the table.

"Brother, please don't blame me. After all, I am not from this world. As the saying goes, if a man does not work for himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth. Tomorrow, I will lose my life and even expose my own secrets. Before that, I need to borrow your skills." Sun Yuankai knew that if he succeeded in triggering heaven's punishment tomorrow, he would leave this world. If he failed, he would be killed by the backlash.

At that time, he would not be able to choose to resurrect on the spot, otherwise he would definitely be captured and punished by the Golden Emperor. He had thought about it early on. The forbidden area of ​​Chongyang Palace in Zhongnan Mountain and the forest where the Ancient Tomb Sect was located would be the best hiding place. He would wait until nightfall and then sneak into Chongyang Palace to face Qiu Chuji.

This double layer of protection will most likely allow Lin Bufan to be caught. It's a pity that he didn't think about his problem when he met Qiu Chuji that day, otherwise he might have saved his life.

He knocked the middle-aged Tibetan monk unconscious with a heavy punch, pressed the important acupoints all over his body, took out the ropes he had prepared earlier and tied him up, then carried him into the middle-aged Tibetan monk's bedroom. He did not carry the vajra with him, but he had a dagger, and began to devour him with the blood-letting array.

This time he was fully prepared and had called for people to guard outside early to prevent anyone from disturbing him and his senior brother from discussing martial arts. Even if someone disturbed him, he could just shout out and scold them away. After all, his status was very different now.

"Senior brother, please go to paradise first. I will not let your martial arts skills be covered in dust. I will make it shine!" Sun Yuankai pushed open the door and walked out casually. He threw the rope and wine jar into the well and strode away. He did not forget to order the servants not to disturb his senior brother's practice. He had just felt that it would take two days to break through to a new realm.