Little Sorcerer, Divine Doctor-Chapter 974 - 126: Four-Sided Song of Chu

The summoning of a Divine Beast, even if only a one-time occurrence, possesses astonishing power.

With the aid of two Divine Beasts, there would be no need to fear even the likes of the Red Robe Summoning Emperor.

"In that case, we’ll just sit and wait for Xuan Sitian to return. By now, Xuan Sitian must have been forced into a corner," Yun Sheng said with a mischievous smile.

In the military camp, an unprecedented low pressure shrouded the hearts of all the soldiers.

They all knew their commander, the Marquis Weiyuan, had already fled.

However, no one dared to escape.

Because the people of the Emperor Hong City Lord guarded the major exits of the camp, anyone attempting to flee would be killed.

Even so, morale deteriorated day by day.

Supplies in the camp were also dwindling day by day.

One night, when it was deep and quiet, the sound of a zither suddenly emanated from outside the camp.

The sound was faint and melodic, very pleasing to the ear, and upon listening, it was a piece of zither music widely spread among the populace of Great Zhou.

These tunes were imbued with sentiments of longing for one’s parents, children, and wife, stirring thoughts of family and home among the soldiers.

Even the soldiers of Emperor Hong City were moved to tears by the music.

"Bastard! Go search right away, find out who is bewitching people and shaking the soldiers’ morale," Xuan Sitian knew as soon as he heard the zither sound that it was an enemy trick.

But even after the guards sent by Xuan Sitian searched the whole night, the zither sound persisted, and they couldn’t find where it was coming from.

What drove Xuan Sitian even crazier was that similar zither sounds continued for several days, each night only intensifying the soldiers’ nostalgia and longing for their families.

Despite the risk of decapitation, the number of deserters from the camp increased day by day.

In desperation, Xuan Sitian could only dispatch people to patrol around the camp every night, executing any suspicious person on sight.

Late at night, several Flying Magical Beasts hovered above the camp.

Ancestor Master and Long Huo, along with Huang Que, used the cover of darkness to observe the situation below in the camp.

Huang Que held a lute in her hands; for several nights, she had been playing nostalgic zither tunes near the camp as per Yun Sheng’s instructions.

Huang Que and Long Huo did not quite understand Yun Sheng’s intentions.

In Yun Sheng’s words, this was a highly effective stratagem called "Four-Sided Song of Chu."

Yun Sheng explained that the rebel troops of Great Zhou had only rebelled under the instigation of the Marquis Weiyuan.

When the soldiers in the rebel camp learned that the "Regent King" wasn’t dead, they would surely regret their actions.

They had fought for a long time and must miss their families dearly, so a few nights of nostalgic folk tunes would defeat them without a fight.

Huang Que initially didn’t believe it, thinking ordinary folk music couldn’t possibly cause soldiers to surrender as if it were the Emperor’s Song with its incredible power.

However, after several days, the rebel troops’ morale visibly waned, and even the soldiers patrolling at night were listless.

"The Princess truly has some magic," Long Huo was dumbfounded as well.

"Heh, the master has always been clever in her actions. This stratagem is only half completed; the other half depends on us," Zongren grinned, bringing out some sheets of paper from his storage ring.

These items, which Yun Sheng dubbed "flyers," were the second grand gift she had prepared for Xuan Sitian.

These past few nights, Xuan Sitian had been unable to eat or sleep well due to that damned zither music.

Even in dreams, he would think of some situations in Emperor Hong City.

Last night, he finally hadn’t heard the zither sound and had a relatively peaceful sleep.

In the morning, as Xuan Sitian just got up and stepped out of his command tent, something like feathers floated down before him.

Xuan Sitian grabbed one with a wave, finding a piece of paper in his hand.

Upon seeing what was written on the paper, Xuan Sitian crushed it with a palm strike, "Someone come! Where did these papers come from?! Destroy every single one of them!"

"Lies! They’re all lies! Search immediately! No one is allowed to privately keep any of these papers," Xuan Sitian ordered a carpet search to sweep up all the papers containing various "rumors."

However, what Xuan Sitian didn’t know was that his vigorous search only further convinced the people in the camp of the truths written on the "flyers."

Even though the flyers were destroyed, rumors continued to spread more and more.

In the camp, whispers echoed in every corner.

"Have you heard? Emperor Hong City has been seized, and the townspeople have been captured."

"If the City Lord doesn’t return to rescue the people, one person will be killed every hour."

"It’s said the Regent King of Great Zhou, Martial Emperor Ye Beiming, was never missing."

"He personally led the assault on Emperor Hong City."

These rumors were more damaging than the earlier zither sounds.

Because those affected included not only the soldiers of Great Zhou but also the strong ones from Emperor Hong City, including several elders of the city.

"City Lord, let’s return to Emperor Hong City. Our brothers don’t need the lands of Great Zhou, why bear the infamy of invading another’s country?"

"City Lord, they say Emperor Hong City has been occupied; my entire family is still in the city. They say if you do not return, they’ll start killing everyone in the city, not even sparing the elderly and women."

"Impossible, those are false reports, the ones who occupied Emperor Hong City are from the Yuan Family, they wouldn’t dare harm the people of the city," Xuan Sitian felt agitated by everyone’s words.

"City Lord, if you persist in going your way, we and the elders can only return to Emperor Hong City on our own," the Great Elder also flared up.

His family and elderly partner were still in Emperor Hong City.

The City Lord’s disregard for the townspeople’s lives for the sake of becoming the Emperor disappointed the Great Elder greatly.

That very day, the Great Elder led nearly seventy percent of Emperor Hong City’s strongmen to leave.

The Great Elder hadn’t been gone long.

Suddenly, a sound of dense iron hooves came from the rear of the camp.

"Reporting to the City Lord, Yun Bahe has led thirty thousand Yun Family Army troops into the camp!"

The Yun Family Army burst into the camp, unstoppable in their advance, with the sound of their battle cries shaking the heavens.

The rebel troops of Great Zhou took advantage of the chaos in the camp, either fleeing or leaving, leaving the camp empty in no time.

Faced with such a scene, Xuan Sitian was so enraged he nearly coughed up blood.

If he had lost in a fair battle, Xuan Sitian would have accepted it, but he hadn’t even truly engaged his opponents yet and lost inexplicably.

Xuan Sitian realized that this time, he wasn’t defeated by Yun Bahe.

"Martial Emperor Ye Beiming of Great Zhou, this City Lord will surely meet you to the death this time!" Xuan Sitian roared in anger, grudgingly leading the remaining strongmen of Emperor Hong City in a hurried return to Emperor Hong City.