My Wife Might Be a Saintess-Chapter 82 - 81: Battle Tomb Stele

Staring at the incomprehensible drawing, Xiao Xiaomo and the other two exchanged baffled glances. ’What is this thing?’

Then, Jiang Zuo said something that utterly shocked the three of them: "An analytical diagram of the Blood Demon Grand Array."

They found it a little hard to believe, yet at the same time, it somehow didn’t seem all that surprising.

Xiao Xiaomo then asked, "I remember the Holy Land put out a request for this. Brother Zuo, why not just take the job directly? Are you trying to help the Holy Land secretly?"

She was now completely convinced of what Mo Yan had said: Jiang Zuo was helping in secret so he could woo the Saintess.

Jiang Zuo narrowed his eyes. "Help the Holy Land? You’re overthinking it. Remember, if the Holy Land can’t break the array by then, give this to them.

As long as they’re not complete morons, they’ll be able to understand it.

The space there might be different, so you’ll have to figure out if you can even transmit this over."

Xiao Xiaomo and the others agreed. ’And he calls this *not* helping the Holy Land?’

’This master is really taking the subtle approach. Providing aid in a time of desperate need is so much more profound than simply adding to a victory.’

From their perspective, the reason Jiang Zuo wanted them to wait until the Holy Land was on the brink of failure was that he absolutely refused to simply add to a victory. What he wanted was to be the one to save them from disaster.

’A master, he’s truly a master of the game.’

’Go big or go home, huh?’

After giving them their instructions, Jiang Zuo left. The diagram didn’t contain much, just the method for breaking the array and the means to pass through it.

He, on the other hand, hoped they wouldn’t need to use it. He would rather the Holy Land People force their own way through than succeed safely because of his help.

The moment Jiang Zuo left, Xiao Xiaomo asked, "How do we handle this now? Do we have to go there in person?"

Chen Yi shook his head. "Didn’t Brother Zuo say we’re too weak?"

Liu Yu sighed. "Too weak, and yet we play cards every day. And as if that’s not bad enough, we’re always getting caught by the master."

Xiao Xiaomo: "..."

Chen Yi: "..."

’Damn it, why’d you have to bring that up?’

Then Chen Yi said, "If we can’t establish a connection then, we won’t be able to give it to them. But we can’t give it to them now, either. This mission suddenly feels really difficult."

Xiao Xiaomo said, "It might be difficult, but if we succeed, the Holy Land will definitely reward us handsomely. And they’ll surely remember who helped them when they were in need."

Liu Yu said, "But what if we fail? Let’s focus on figuring out what to do." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Chen Yi thought for a moment and said, "It’s simple. We just need to prepare a Brocade Bag."

******

The next day, one stream of Jiang Zuo’s Innate Qi had recovered.

However, he didn’t take any requests. Instead, he went out and spent half the day finding a single coin.

He spent the remaining half of the day sitting quietly at home, the very same coin placed right in front of him.

Jiang Zuo planned to enter the next day; he needed to be in peak condition.

The great war between the Blood Demons and the Holy Land was inevitable. When it started, it would not be easy for a mere Tier One Cultivator like him to survive.

He needed absolute "luck."

This time, the coin was what he would be relying on.

「The Third Day」

Jiang Zuo awoke from his sleep and quickly discovered that his Innate Two Qi had been completely restored.

"Looks like it’s time to go. The day after tomorrow is the day the Holy Land and the Blood Demons will clash."

Jiang Zuo wasn’t sure how large the battleground would be, nor did he know the specific intensity of the fight.

But with two days to prepare, he was certain he could retreat unscathed and even backstab a few people.

Of course, he would also take the opportunity to sabotage some of the Blood Demons’ preparations, making things a bit easier for their attackers.

In the group, aside from the two who were seriously injured and the three rookies who only knew how to play cards, every Tier Two member planned to join the great war.

But they weren’t idiots. They all planned to stick to the periphery and make some easy money. The core battle was still up to the Holy Land to fight on its own.

Jiang Zuo, naturally, saw no reason to give them any pointers.

Walking out onto the balcony, Jiang Zuo saw Sweet Potato gnawing on an apple. He then placed several more apples in front of it.

"I’ll be gone for a few days. You watch the house. Don’t go running off."

"GAK," Sweet Potato squawked, clutching an apple.

It showed no sign of sadness at its master’s departure. As long as it had food, it probably didn’t care whether its master was around or not.

Jiang Zuo wasn’t about to quibble with a pet, so he prepared to leave. After a moment’s thought, however, he decided to leave a note behind.

"Away on business in the desert. No reception. Don’t worry."

Then, content, he headed for Friendship Villa.

The villa had returned to normal, with no one standing guard.

After a short while, Jiang Zuo reached the small courtyard.

And then, he vanished from the spot.

When Jiang Zuo’s vision cleared, he found himself outside the palace.

Taking out the coin, Jiang Zuo started toward the nearest palace. He needed to explore it quickly and get a grasp of the overall structure here. Only then could he secure an invincible position (in other words, be able to escape).

Jiang Zuo had entered at the same location as last time, so he once again headed for that one particular palace.

The instant he entered, Jiang Zuo was greeted by the same sight as before: two rows of menacing soldiers.

The air here was still thick with Evil Qi.

Jiang Zuo walked straight ahead without pausing. He walked for a long time, until a stone stele appeared up ahead. Beyond the stele, there were no more soldiers.

The soldier statues were quite tall, about five meters or so, while the stele was comparatively smaller, standing at about two meters.

Of course, the important thing was what was written on the stele.

Though surrounded by dense Evil Qi and shrouded in a black aura, the contents of the stele could not be obscured.

Battle Tomb Stele. So long as the stele stands, the four corners of the world shall be at peace. Death before regret.

At that moment, Jiang Zuo saw the Evil Qi on the stele surge as a monstrous sea of blood erupted forth from within.

It was as if it were warning all who looked upon it: The man stands with the stele, but even when the man perishes, the stele must remain.

This stele shall not be crossed. Even if the entire army is wiped out, the stele must endure.

Before the Battle Tomb Stele, one must never bow their head, never voice regret.

Sensing all this, Jiang Zuo couldn’t help but turn and look back.

He discovered that the stone soldiers, who had been facing outward before, had now turned. All of them were facing him.

It was as if he were their one true enemy.

Jiang Zuo was not afraid, but the stele had stirred something within him.

He then spoke aloud. "I mean no harm; I only wish to see what lies behind. I am not an invader, and I will not cause any harm to what is behind the stele. I hope you will not stand in my way."

With that, Jiang Zuo turned to walk behind the stele.

The Evil Qi surged and the sea of blood reappeared, attempting to block Jiang Zuo’s path.

Yet, Jiang Zuo remained utterly fearless.

To Jiang Zuo’s surprise, however, the Evil Qi did not strike him, even as he walked past the stele.

When he saw the words on the back of the stele, he understood why.

Territory of the Human Race. All who are not our kin shall be slain.

Jiang Zuo was taken aback. ’Territory of the Human Race?’

’In other words, if you’re not of the Human Race, you’ll be attacked for coming in?’

Jiang Zuo didn’t understand, but at least this meant they held no malice toward the Human Race.

Behind the stele, Jiang Zuo saw a staircase, which presumably led to the floor above.

The palace was vast and tall. Jiang Zuo hadn’t finished exploring the first floor, but he headed to the second floor anyway. It was just common sense.

’The best treasures are always on the top floor.’