Keyboard Immortal - Chapter 2768

1281: Secret Plan

Just now, on his way here, he’d seen many wounded soldiers being bandaged. From afar, he could see black smoke rising from the city, the air thick with the smell of blood and fire.

At the time, he’d assumed he came from a military family. Judging by the sight of the wounded, he’d likely just fought a battle. The sight of

wounded soldiers everywhere meant he’d likely lost. But when the beautiful middle-aged woman called him “Po Lu,” his computer suddenly shut down.

The name was strangely familiar, and he immediately thought of Guo Po Lu, the son of Guo Jing and Huang Rong.

Wasn’t the secret realm rooted in history? How could it contain fiction?

But then he thought again: with the power of a true god, he could instantly master all the knowledge and culture of that world, from ancient times to the future. It wasn’t surprising that he could combine elements of various worlds to create a new trial ground.

“Nothing serious,” Zuan replied casually. If he hadn’t been reminded, he wouldn’t have even realized he was injured.

Initially, he did feel a stagnation of Qi and blood in certain parts of his body, but was that even an injury?

The mildest injuries he’d sustained over the years were many times more severe than this one, so he hadn’t connected this to his injury.

However, he finally realized that his current body was different from his former superhuman self, and couldn’t be measured by the same standards as before.

“It seems you’ve truly diligently cultivated Quanzhen internal energy over the years, which is why you’ve recovered so quickly from your injuries.” The solemn middle-aged man in the main seat finally smiled with relief.

“Perhaps it’s the Nine Yin Scriptures I taught you a while ago that’s why.” The beautiful middle-aged woman’s eyes flickered.

“Rong’er, you’re still spoiling your child too much. With Polu’s current level of cultivation, it’s too early for him to practice the Nine Yin Scriptures, and it might even be counterproductive.” The middle-aged man, with his square face and broad nose, spoke with a serious tone.

Zuan: “…”

Although he had suspected it earlier, it was now confirmed.

The couple before him were Guo Jing and Huang Rong from The Return of the Condor Heroes, and he himself was Guo Polu, the insignificant Guo at Guo Xiang’s birthday party.

Wait, aren’t supernatural abilities banned? How come we’re still in a martial arts world?

But compared to the various supernatural powers in the cultivation world and across the myriad realms, this martial art isn’t truly supernatural; it’s merely physical skill at best.

Taking a closer look, calling the couple middle-aged was a stretch.

Guo Jing’s hair was already turning slightly gray, and while Huang Rong had taken better care of herself, wrinkles were visible around her eyes; time had left its mark.

Watching Wang Shaohua, the legendary classical book, fade away, Zuan couldn’t help but sigh, “Since ancient times, beauties, like renowned generals, have been forbidden to see gray hair in this world.”

But he quickly realized that in this world, she was his mother.

The awkwardness was truly unbearable.

Huang Rong snorted, “Now that the Mongols are about to invade, how can we care about anything else? Of course, we must teach them what we can, or we won’t have another chance later.”

Upon hearing this, Guo Jing fell silent, and the atmosphere in the room grew particularly solemn.

Zuan was startled. They were all top-tier masters, so why would they say such dejecting words?

Wait, he suddenly remembered looking in the mirror earlier. He didn’t seem young anymore, almost in his twenties or thirties.

And Guo Jing and Huang Rong had been defending Xiangyang City against the Mongol invasion from the south. Could it be…

“Guo’er killed the Mongol Khan Mongke back then, ushering in over a decade of peace. Sadly, the Mongols have regrouped and are grappling with Xiangyang for years. The imperial court’s efforts to support Xiangyang have exhausted its resources. I don’t think we can turn the tide.” Guo Jing’s resolute gaze was finally lost.

“Brother Jing, you’ve tried so hard. Without you, Xiangyang wouldn’t have been able to hold out against the Mongol invasion for so long. Furthermore, this time, the Mongols are invading Persia, severing the Maritime Silk Road from the imperial court. The Mongols are also harassing the southwestern border from Dali. The Song Dynasty’s economy is already on the verge of collapse. These are not things you can solve,” Huang Rong said hastily.

Guo Jing sighed. He knew all this, but with defeat imminent, what was the point of making excuses?

At that moment, Huang Rong suddenly spoke, “Po Lu, Xiang’er, I’ve called you here today to discuss a plan for a fire seed.”

Zuan then realized there was another young woman in another corner of the room.

Her features were picturesque, sweet yet heroic. She was clearly Huang Rong’s second daughter, Guo Xiang. Unfortunately, she looked nothing like Huang Rong.

Of course not. Zuan’s scalp tingled as he stared at the woman intently.

This woman was none other than Yanhua!

Her appearance remained unchanged, and neither did Yanhua.

Everyone must be here role-playing.

“Second sister…” Zuan greeted, trying to determine whether the other woman was the real Guo Xiang or Yanhua.

“Haha, my good third brother,” the girl chuckled.

Zuan: “…”

Her sarcastic expression was undeniably Yanhua.

Huang Rong frowned slightly, a hint of suspicion creeping into her face. “What’s wrong with you two today? Why are you talking so strangely?”

Both of them were startled. They had no idea how they would pass this trial, nor how they would be eliminated.

What if their identities were discovered by the world’s natives? That would mean elimination?

They didn’t dare to gamble on that possibility, so they instinctively chose to play their part.

But Yanhua, unaware of this world, was still reeling from the shock and panic of losing her immense power, unable to cope with the suspicions before her.

Fortunately, Zuan quickly intervened, saying, “We’re curious why the eldest sister isn’t here.”

Huang Rong shook her head slightly, “This plan is far too important. That idiot Fu’er isn’t fit to participate.”

Seeing her attention diverted, Yanhua was secretly impressed. This kid was indeed clever. By the way, isn’t the eldest sister in their world called Fu’er?

Zuan looked puzzled. Guo Fu’s reputation was truly legendary.

He also understood why the God of Death had previously claimed he had an advantage in this trial. Whether it was Yanhua, Tingxue, or Isabella, they were completely unaware of the backstory of this world, and thus, naturally, lost the upper hand.

“Okay, let’s get back to the point,” Huang Rong said seriously, “The fall of China is now a foregone conclusion. We’ve thought of all the solutions we should have thought of over the years, and we’ve done all the things we should have done. Ultimately, we have to reluctantly admit that destiny now lies with Mongolia. Our current resistance is against destiny, and naturally it will be difficult at

every turn.” “But destiny will not always favor Mongolia. The grassland peoples won the world on horseback, and naturally they will lose it at an even faster rate. This time may take hundreds of years, or even decades. The only thing we can do now is to leave a spark for the future. A hundred years from now, when Mongolia loses the favor of destiny, our descendants will be able to restore our country.”

“We named this secret plan the Heaven Sword and Dragon Slaying Plan!”