To the First Emperor of Qin: The state has decreed this!

Chapter 432 The Great Qin Immortal Master? Could it be fake?

Touman Chanyu swallowed hard, his tone filled with awe, "The Qin army can actually turn night into day? Is this some kind of magical power? How should we deal with it?"

Ji Dan took a deep breath, suppressing the panic in her heart.

He knew very well that he couldn't afford to show weakness now.

If the Xiongnu discover that he is a fake sorcerer and cannot counter the Qin army's magic, he will be executed.

"snort!"

Ji Dan abruptly flicked her sleeve, let out a cold snort, and turned her back with an air of profound mystery.

"Great Chanyu, two wise kings, there is no need to panic."

Ji Dan lowered her voice, with a hint of arrogance, "What do you mean by turning night into day? It's nothing more than a 'phosphorus blinding spell' used by some charlatan. In the realm of immortal magic, it's a low-level illusion."

"This immortal master cultivates the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, so naturally I wouldn't delve into such superficial tricks!"

Ji Dan turned her head and looked at the crowd through her mask. "Although the Qin army may have some unorthodox methods, they are utterly vulnerable in the face of absolute power. Don't be intimidated by these tricks!"

Hearing the immortal master's explanation, although everyone was still a little uneasy, they were relieved.

Since the immortal master said this is a low-level spell, then there must be a way to deal with it.

"I see..." Touman Chanyu breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

At this moment, Luan Diyun, who was slumped on the ground, was filled with shame.

"Father, your daughter is incompetent, causing the loss of 30,000 elite troops in the royal court. I beg you to punish me..."

Touman Chanyu looked at his suffering daughter, his heart softened, and he sighed.

He stepped forward and patted his daughter's shoulder: "Yun'er, don't blame yourself. Meng Tian is very cunning, and now he has come up with a dirty trick to help you."

You're young and inexperienced, so it's normal for you to suffer losses.

"It's a miracle we were able to bring ten thousand people back alive."

"Guards, quickly help the princess down, and summon the shaman to take good care of her!" the Chanyu ordered loudly.

Several maids rushed forward to help Luan Diyun, who was pale and trembling, out of the main tent.

……

Outside the camp.

A servant quietly retreated into the snowstorm and hurried towards the depths of the royal court.

Before long, the servant arrived at a heavily guarded camp.

This is the camp of Maodun, the crown prince of the Xiongnu.

The servant showed the guard his token, lifted the felt curtain, and went inside.

There was no brazier lit inside the tent, and the light was dim.

The air was filled with the smells of blood and herbs.

"Your Highness..." the servant said in a low voice, kneeling respectfully on the ground.

"explain!"

A hoarse, calm voice came from deep within the tent.

The servant looked up and stared ahead, utterly shocked.

Maodun was seen leaning against the mat.

His face was pale, devoid of any color, and his eyes were bloodshot.

To the horror of this trusted confidant, Maodun's lower body was wrapped in white bandages.

Blood was seeping through the bandage.

Beside Maodun's bed was a copper basin containing strips of cloth stained with blood and a small knife.

"Your Highness! What...what happened to you?!"

The confidant looked at Maodun's lower body, guessed what was going on, and immediately burst into tears, kowtowing repeatedly.

"Your Highness! Why do you do this! To lull the Great Chanyu into a false sense of security, to make him believe you have no ambition, you actually..." The confidant burst into tears.

"Your Highness is of noble birth, why would you be so cruel to yourself!"

Looking at his weeping confidant, Maodun showed no regret on his bloodless face; instead, a cold smile crept onto his lips.

Seeing his confidant's grief, he felt a sense of comfort.

There are still people here who are willing to be loyal to you.

"What are you crying about!"

Maodun shouted coldly, his voice weak but domineering, "For my great cause, for the future to annex the Donghu, defeat the Yuezhi, and unify the grasslands!"

"What's a little bit of skin and flesh, a single root? It's nothing!"

Maodun gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain in his lower body, his eyes gleaming: "My father is in the prime of his life, yet he is wary of me at every turn. The two wise kings each have their own agendas!"

If I do not sever my own desires and cut off their suspicions, how can I secretly accumulate strength?

How can one master this unparalleled martial art?

"I, Maodun, will be a wolf of the grasslands! I must have no weaknesses!"

The confidant was deeply shocked by Maodun's words.

If he can be so ruthless to himself, who can stop him?

"This servant swears to serve Your Highness to the death!" The confidant wiped away his tears, his eyes turning fanatical.

"Okay, stop crying."

Maodun took a deep breath, adjusted his posture, and forcibly suppressed his pain. "What happened at the main tent? I heard that your self-righteous little sister has returned?"

The confidant's voice trembled as he reported everything he had overheard in the main tent.

He recounted everything, from the sixteen-character mantra to turning night into day, to the poisoned food, and the pitiful state of Luan Di Yun's weakness.

After hearing the report, Maodun's camp fell silent.

Maodun's expression suddenly hardened, and a rare hint of solemnity flashed in his bloodshot eyes.

"Night turns to day...poisonous food..."

Maodun muttered to himself, clenching his fists, "Meng Tian has become so formidable in just a few months. Before, he only knew how to deploy troops, but now he's so cunning..."

It seems that the Qin Dynasty truly has a mastermind guiding them from behind!

Maodun licked his lips, his eyes flashing with fighting spirit.

"Great! Excellent! Finally, someone worthy of being my formidable rival has appeared!"

This defeat was a disaster for the Xiongnu, but it might not be a bad thing for them.

With 30,000 elite troops destroyed, the Chanyu's prestige plummeted, the left and right wise kings were filled with fear, and the army's morale wavered.

It will also reduce your focus on yourself!

As long as the Qin army continues to put pressure on the royal court, the Chanyu will be overwhelmed, which will be his opportunity.

"Someone! Go and fetch Yun'er!"

Although the younger sister was defeated, she witnessed the Qin army's methods firsthand and understood their tactics, which would be crucial for the future decisive battle.

He was about to get off the bed when a sharp pain shot through his lower body, and blood seeped through the bandages again.

Maodun gasped and sat back down.

He looked down at his lower body and shook his head helplessly.

If Yun'er saw me in this weak state, it would cause trouble.

"That's enough!"

Maodun reached down and took a gold medal with a wolf's head from his waist, handing it to his trusted confidant.

"Take this token to the princess's tent. Tell Yun'er that victory and defeat are common in war, and there will always be casualties!"

Maodun's tone carried a hint of tenderness, "Tell her that her father doesn't blame her, and I'm even more proud of her courage. Let her rest well; no matter what happens, her brother is always behind her!"

"yes!"

The trusted aide accepted the wolf-head gold medal with both hands.

Looking at his master on the bed, who was willing to harm his own body, his awe deepened.

The confidant took two steps back, knelt on both knees, placed his right hand on his chest, and performed a solemn gesture of allegiance.

"This servant's life belongs to His Highness the Crown Prince for all eternity! I swear to serve my master to the death!"

Having said that, his confidant, his eyes red, clutched the gold medal tightly, turned and strode out of the tent.

Maodun remained alone in his tent, listening to the wind and snow outside, closing his eyes, his brows furrowing slightly.

"The Great Qin Immortal Master? Could it be a fake...?"