Transmigration After Becoming Love Saint-Chapter 585 - 195 Xiao Li: Dare to Presume Upon My Palace Once?_3

Originally, she had thought that Mr. Tian simply wanted to reach the Barbarian Imperial Court. Yet, unexpectedly, it was merely a diversion—a strategy to first have her complete this unprecedented, astounding act!

She knew that once this news spread, her prestige would reach a terrifying height in the currently chaotic Central Plains.

It was a stature that not even Great Wilderness City, for all its strength, could achieve!

This was a step sufficient to allow her to make a historic leap!

Without prestige capable of convincing all under Heaven, reaching the summit was impossible.

And this act would suffice for her to gain such prestige!

Reaching the summit, the cold wind howled, yet she felt a surge of fiery blood, her cheeks flushing crimson.

The wind and frost could no longer chill her blood at this moment.

The ritual of offering sacrifices to Heaven was not, in itself, important. What mattered was her, clad in the Li Dynasty's Imperial Robe, her expression majestic, holding the Ten Thousand Fragrance of the Central Plains. What mattered was her planting it into the sacred brazier atop the Holy Mountain, raising her hands high, and her supreme posture as she grandly greeted all under Heaven!

Unparalleled in the world!

Amidst the swirling snow and flickering flames, the black and red Imperial Robe shimmered like Dragon's Scales, radiating a star-like brilliance.

At this moment, the dozen or so people behind her meticulously recorded this scene and every surrounding detail.

This doesn't seem like Xiao Ying…

It seems to be Her Highness…

Among them, Gao Hong, who was in charge, noticed a few discrepancies but chose not to point them out.

The temperaments of Xiao Ying and Xiao Li, the Lord of Great Wilderness, were fundamentally different.

The woman at this moment exuded an overwhelmingly strong aura. Especially the imperial authority in her gaze and the unparalleled nobility imparted by the Imperial Robe—these were qualities only a true Emperor possessed!

I just wonder how Mr. Tian is faring…

As darkness fell, a figure slowly ascended the mountain.

"Who goes there?"

"It's me."

The man's voice drifted over, calm and faint.

The group visibly relaxed and turned to look.

They saw a man, impeccably clean from head to toe, walking leisurely up the slope, appearing completely unscathed by any battle.

"Wait!"

The woman suddenly spoke, "The rest of you, go down first. I have matters to discuss with Mr. Tian."

The men paused, stunned, and gave her a peculiar look.

"Go on down," the man waved his hand. "Our companions below have some injuries. Go tend to them and prepare for departure."

The others departed.

Seeing this, the woman hurried over to the man, placing her hands on his shoulders, her voice filled with undisguised excitement.

"Mr. Tian, that idea of yours was truly brilliant!"

The man retreated two steps and said, "Your Highness overpraises me."

"Why are you stepping back? Are you afraid of me or something?" the woman asked, noticing his retreat.

"The distinction between ruler and subject must be observed; one must not transgress," the man replied.

"You…"

The woman frowned, lowered her hands, and huffed lightly. "Mr. Tian, you've helped me so much, and now you've had me offer sacrifices to Heaven at Langjuxu Mountain… It seems you've already thought out the subsequent plan, haven't you?"

"Naturally," the man nodded. "Once the depictions are complete, news will quickly spread throughout the entire Barbarian army. For innumerable Barbarians, this Holy Land is their sacred place of faith. Our offering sacrifices to Heaven in their place of faith will be like shattering their most cherished beliefs into fragments."

"Their morale will plummet, and they will no longer pose any threat to us."

"When I departed, I instructed those garrison commanders to closely monitor the Barbarian army's withdrawal. Should any abnormality arise, they are to pursue immediately."

"Under such conditions, the Barbarian army is certain to suffer a devastating blow to their Primordial Qi!"

The woman nodded repeatedly.

"Just as I thought," she said. "It seems you had already considered this method. Why didn't you mention it sooner?"

"Revealing too much can lead to unforeseen complications."

"Besides, this plan was merely a contingency… more perilous than the last."

"It is indeed perilous…" the woman said with a smile, "yet it seems to make little difference to Mr. Tian…"

The man remained silent.

After she finished speaking, she moved to support the man.

Yet the man still retreated half a step, saying,

"Your Highness, the distinction between ruler and subject must be observed; one must not transgress."

"You already address me as 'Your Highness'," the woman stated calmly. "In that case, I, in my capacity as ruler, hereby grant Mr. Tian permission to transgress once!"

"…"

"You're injured. I can tell; you taught me martial arts," the woman said, steadying the man. "How could I not see it? What's wrong with me supporting you?"

"That is still not permissible," the man said, shaking his head.

"You!"

The woman's expression faltered, a flicker of annoyance in her eyes. She rushed forward to grab his arm. "I insist on supporting you! What's wrong with that?"

However, before she could grasp it, an extremely potent surge of inner breath erupted from his arm, instantly repelling her.

Seeing this, the man merely lifted the Soft Sword at his waist with a light flick, its length deftly encircling her slender waist.

"I just employed an extremely powerful technique with both hands. My inner breath is currently in disarray, and my Qi is surging uncontrollably. It is far too dangerous for Your Highness's cultivation to make contact," the man explained helplessly.

"…"

The woman's face flushed slightly, but she quickly regained her composure. "So, that was the reason," she said nonchalantly. "I was thinking that even when I deigned to lower myself, Mr. Tian still avoided me as if I were a tigress. Could it be that you harbor disloyal intentions towards me?"

"I would not dare."

"Then, once you have recovered, will you dare to transgress with me, just once?"

"…"

The man remained silent.

Wang Mu opened his eyes. The multitude of scenes replaying in his mind began to slowly solidify.

The Battle of Ancient River was a turning point from the Mid Stage to the later stages of the game. It was a pivotal moment in the emotional conquest of Imperial Princess Xiao Li in the Dynasty storyline and a dividing line for the world's major powers.

Every step was crucial.

Whether it was discovering Xiao Li's identity or the subsequent alteration of plans, both were of paramount importance.

To perfectly navigate the Battle of Ancient River, this was the optimal solution Wang Mu had devised after countless trials.

Now, however, it seemed unrealistic for these cultivators to return disguised as Barbarian Primordial Spirits.

These fellows were proficient at pillaging and slaughter, but subterfuge was beyond them.

They were capable enough when using magic; now, without it, they would be discovered instantly if they tried to infiltrate.

Therefore, the only option was to adhere to the original plan: directly crush the Barbarian army's morale and then launch a direct counterattack.

Moreover, since these individuals were quite powerful, there was no need for a diversionary tactic like luring the tiger from the mountain; they could simply fight their way directly from the Barbarian Imperial Court to Langjuxu Mountain.

Wang Mu briefly outlined this plan to them.

Upon hearing it, all the Li State cultivators were astounded.

So powerful!

I'm so excited! This plan is heaven-defying!

Truly worthy of being the Taoist couple of an Ascension Realm cultivator! Who else would even dare to conceive of such a thing?

I can't take it anymore! My blood is boiling! Let's go, let's go! Time for a major offensive!

I've never experienced such a satisfying Battle of Ancient River!

Our various Dynasties have been fighting for so many years; how is it that none of them ever produced someone as incredible as you?

"Brother Wang Mu, after this, why not come to our Liyue Dynasty? My sovereign and I will enfeoff you as the Great National Master of our Dynasty. Whatever you desire, our Dynasty possesses!"

"…"

Wang Mu smiled and declined their recruitment offers.

He wasn't interested in any of this, he thought. If it weren't for his strategy to win over Xiao Li, who the hell would want to wade into the murky waters of the Battle of Ancient River?

Subsequently, the group proceeded according to plan and reached the summit of Langjuxu Mountain with remarkable ease.

Indeed, it had gone very smoothly. It couldn't be helped; their numbers and quality far surpassed those of the Watchers from the original timeline.

Furthermore, they were so overwhelmingly aggressive that Wang Mu himself barely had to lift a finger during the engagements.

"This undertaking can truly be called legendary," General Yu Lin remarked, gazing at the curling wisps of incense smoke. "If this war had actually occurred in history, I wonder what its outcome would have been?"

"No outcome could have been more awesome than this."

Indeed, none of the Li State cultivators present harbored the slightest doubt.

Wang Mu gazed at Langjuxu Mountain. The scene before him was identical to that in the game; it would not be an exaggeration to say it was exactly the same.

However, just then, the curling incense smoke ascending into the void began to swirl and coalesce, ultimately transforming into a towering, majestic figure. This figure was clad in a dignified black and red Imperial Robe, exuded an ancient and sacred imperial aura, and wore a crown adorned with a beaded curtain. Beneath the curtain was a face, somewhat indistinct, yet peerlessly beautiful and icily cold.

Witnessing this, the Li State cultivators were profoundly shocked, uncertain as to the identity of this figure.

Only Wang Mu felt a shock reverberate through his heart, his mind reeling in stunned recognition.

Imperial Princess Xiao Li?