We Agreed On Experiencing Life, So Why Did You Immortals Become Real?-Chapter 372: Waiting for You to Return

The morning sun rose, and red dawn clouds dyed the sky crimson.

Far off at the edge of the heavens, a faint band of white was beginning to show.

In the main courtyard of the Frost King’s residence, a woman in a nightdress lay on the bed, breathing steadily.

Even under the quilt, it could not conceal the curves of her figure.

“Xiao Mo...

can you...

let me look at you for a lifetime?”

The man sitting on the edge of the bed recalled what she had said last night, and the smile she had shown after he answered her. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

After looking at her one last time, Xiao Mo tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, pulled the quilt snug around her, then rose and walked out of the room.

“Young Master Xiao is leaving already—do you really not need Her Highness the Princess to see you off?”

Outside the room, Huasheng was already up, standing in the courtyard waiting.

“No.” Xiao Mo shook his head and glanced back toward the room. “Last time Siyao saw me off, she cried a complete mess. This time, let Siyao sleep properly. After noon, my spell will undo itself automatically. When she wakes, I’ll already be far away.”

Huasheng parted her lips as if she wanted to say something more, but in the end she only sighed. “This servant understands.”

“Sister Huasheng, while I’m gone, I’ll have to trouble Sister Huasheng to take extra care of Siyao.”

“Caring for Her Highness the Princess is this servant’s duty. Compared to that, I only hope Young Master takes good care of himself. Her Highness the Princess and this servant will be waiting for Young Master to return.”

“Mm.” Xiao Mo nodded, then cupped his hands in salute. “I’m leaving.”

“This servant respectfully sees Young Master off.” Huasheng lowered herself in a salute and watched Xiao Mo depart.

Xiao Mo left the Frost King’s residence, then went to Prince Xiao’s residence to bid farewell to his mother.

By the time Xiao Mo reached outside the capital city, Xiahou Nan, Lian Li, Xiao Yang, and the others were already waiting for him.

“Set out!” Xiao Mo said as he looked at them.

Everyone cupped their hands in salute. “Yes, General!”

Half a month later, Xiao Mo and the others arrived at the border between Qin and Nanshan State—Wind-and-Rain City.

Before Xiao Mo arrived, Wind-and-Rain City had already clashed with Chu’s army several times.

Although the lord of Wind-and-Rain City had held the city, every defense had been brutally costly, and the city lord felt as if Wind-and-Rain City could be breached at any time.

If even the city lord felt that way, how much confidence could the soldiers below have?

It could be said that with the morale Wind-and-Rain City had, if Xiao Mo arrived even two days later, Wind-and-Rain City would likely be gone.

So when the city lord saw Xiao Mo, he was so moved he nearly cried. To the city lord, Xiao Mo felt closer than his own father at this {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} moment.

The city lord immediately handed over military command to Xiao Mo.

And when the soldiers of Wind-and-Rain City heard that the undefeated Frost King had arrived, every one of them braced themselves and lifted their spirits.

After the war that destroyed Wei Kingdom, the words “Frost King” were almost known in every household, and Xiao Mo’s story had even been adapted into all kinds of versions.

In the hearts of these soldiers, Xiao Mo was nearly no different from a god.

At the same time, Li Jing and Zhao Guang of the Northern Wasteland Army arrived, leading two hundred thousand Snow-Treading Dragon Cavalry and five hundred thousand Northern Wasteland infantry.

Adding Wind-and-Rain City’s original forces and the troops drawn in from the nearby prefectures, Xiao Mo now commanded a total of one million soldiers!

The next day, Chu’s army attacked the city again.

Xiao Mo no longer held the walls and defended.

With a million troops, it was not a matter of merely guarding a city.

Otherwise, that would be far too humiliating.

Qin Shengtian wanted Xiao Mo to wipe out Nanshan State, then seize one or two of Chu’s great prefectures.

But Xiao Mo wanted more.

Just as Chu’s army was attacking fiercely, the gates of Wind-and-Rain City opened.

Chu’s commanding general Longyuan saw a man holding a white spear, wearing an asura mask, charging straight out on a Snow-Treading horse.

Behind him were famed generals like Xiahou Nan, Lian Li, Zhao Guang, and Li Jing.

Under Xiao Mo’s command, the Snow-Treading Dragon Cavalry charged first, directly smashing the battlefield apart, and then the infantry plunged into the fight.

The instant Xiao Mo swung his spear, phantoms of the ancient ten fiends—Taotie, Qiongqi, Xiangliu, Hundun, and the rest—leapt out from his spear and pounced on Chu’s army.

Xiao Mo slaughtered without pause on the battlefield. Wherever he passed, the enemy left not even bones behind.

And those ancient ten fiends stood at Xiao Mo’s side like guardian gods.

Xiahou Nan, Lian Li, and the others each led a detachment of Snow-Treading Dragon Cavalry, killing toward Chu’s central army from other directions.

The Northern Wasteland infantry formed battle formations and followed close behind.

In less than a stick of incense, the Northern Wasteland Army had seized an enormous advantage.

As for the soldiers of Wind-and-Rain City and the other prefectures, they might not know how to fight an uphill battle—but could they not fight when the advantage was already theirs?

Under the ferocity of the Northern Wasteland Army, they surged forward as well, afraid their war merits would all be snatched away by the Northern Wasteland troops.

Chu’s army, unprepared, was already on the verge of collapse.

Sensing that something was wrong, Longyuan directly sounded the gong to withdraw.

Xiao Mo led the army in pursuit for twenty li, beheading another seventy thousand, and only then did he return to the city with his forces.

The more Longyuan thought about it, the angrier he became. The angrier he became, the more he thought about it.

As a veteran Chu general, even if Longyuan could not claim he had won every battle, no matter what, he was not someone a yellow-haired brat could toy with!

Longyuan intended to regroup and fight Xiao Mo head-on.

But who would have thought that night, Xiao Mo led his army straight into Longyuan’s camp.

Longyuan could only lead the remnants back, retreating to Liao City in Nanshan State.

In less than three days, offense and defense were reversed.

Chu’s overall commander, Gongsun Shi, had expected Longyuan to be outmatched by Xiao Mo, but he had not expected him to lose so quickly.

But it did not matter.

Chu’s army advanced on three routes—could Xiao Mo split into three people?

Gongsun Shi sent reinforcements to Longyuan, asking only that he hold Xiao Mo in place. Meanwhile, the other two armies, already prepared, were led by Chu’s famed generals, bypassed Wind-and-Rain City, and attacked the borderland Xia City and Tiansi City.

Xiao Mo immediately reacted as well, ordering Xiahou Nan to lead a force to go meet that Chu famed general named Zhaoyang.

But the other Chu general, Wu Qi, was even more formidable, and for a time Xiao Mo could not make up his mind.

“If the General trusts me, then within thirty days, this subordinate will surely take Wu Qi’s head and present it to the prince!” In the command tent, Li Jing cupped his hands and shouted.

“Why trouble General Li? Give me only fifty thousand Snow-Treading Dragon Cavalry and one hundred thousand infantry, and I will definitely break Wu Qi!” Zhao Guang shouted as well.

“This subordinate is willing to resist Wu Qi and will not fail the General’s trust.” Lian Li also asked to be assigned.

Xiao Mo looked at them and still felt it was not quite enough.

It was not that Xiao Mo believed Wu Qi would definitely crush them—rather, he felt that even if they could stop Wu Qi, they might not be able to drive Wu Qi back.

In the end, Xiao Mo looked toward Bai Qi, who was standing at the very back of the tent.

At this point, Bai Qi had relied on only a single year of war merits to become a thousand-man commander. Looking across all of Qin’s history, the speed of his promotion was second only to Xiao Mo—and this thousand-man command had been personally raised by the Northern Pacification King.

Noticing Xiao Mo’s gaze, Bai Qi seemed to understand something, and excitement flickered in his eyes.

“Bai Qi.” Xiao Mo made his decision. “You will be the main commander. Lian Li and Zhao Guang will be your deputy commanders. You will go deal with Wu Qi.”