"Brother Mo, what kind of divine ability is this? You injure people invisibly with just a word!"
Ying Tianbao's eyes widened in astonishment. He stood right beside Ji Mo and hadn't seen him make any moves. All Ji Mo did was speak, and Ying Tianci actually vomited blood and fainted. Such a divine ability was truly unheard of.
Uncle Fu's eyelids twitched. Was Ji Mo this terrifying? Not only did he withstand several attacks from Yue Longgang without a scratch, but he also silently and severely injured Ying Tianci. Such a feat was beyond comprehension. Even with his peak Spirit Saint realm cultivation, he couldn't discern any tricks, as he hadn't sensed Ji Mo using even a trace of spiritual energy. Could this be a Buddhist sound wave divine ability, or perhaps the Soul Severing Melody of the Ghost Clan? The ordinary Ji Mo suddenly became unfathomable in Uncle Fu's eyes.
"Hey, what are you looking at? I didn't do anything. His vomiting blood has nothing to do with me." Ji Mo quickly explained, unwilling to take the blame. He then took a closer look at Ying Tianci and analyzed, "He looks pale and purple-lipped, with palpitations and shortness of breath. These are symptoms of spleen and kidney qi deficiency. He should stew a few green-shelled turtles to replenish himself."
Ying Tianci, who had just been fed a pill by Wang Guang and was slowly regaining consciousness, heard this sentence as soon as he opened his eyes. He was so enraged that his body convulsed, his eyes bulged, and he raised his arm to point fiercely at Ji Mo. His mouth moved, wanting to curse, but when he opened it, he spewed out a mouthful of bloody water. His head tilted, and he fainted again. This was too much, truly too much. You cuckolded me, and now you're slandering me for kidney deficiency and implying I'm a green-shelled turtle. Such humiliation, I, Ying Tianci, will never rest until you are dead. This was Ying Tianci's thought before he fainted; he was actually angered into unconsciousness.
Ying Tianbao and Uncle Fu's meaningful gazes immediately fell on Ji Mo. Their expressions clearly conveyed, "Don't deny it, the victim has already identified you." Ji Mo was speechless.
"Ji, how dare you ambush the Crown Prince! I will report this to His Majesty and have you sentenced to death." Wang Guang roared. He immediately picked up Ying Tianci and, under the protection of the Iron Cavalry, quickly retreated. He was truly worried that Ji Mo would launch another malicious attack and kill Ying Tianci.
"What did I do?" Ji Mo looked bewildered, feeling as if he was being set up. This must be a stratagem, a frame-up, a trap!
Suddenly, Uncle Fu let out a cry of extreme regret. He should have acted decisively to finish off Ying Tianci earlier. If that were the case, wouldn't the Great Qin empire belong to their prince? To support the useless Ying Tianbao, Uncle Fu had worn himself out.
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Yue Longgang, who had returned to the Ministry of War, quickly ascertained the truth and was filled with astonishment. "What? Those dissolute young men all decided to join the army and serve the country after hearing a song?" Yue Longgang found it incredible. Even the Demon Clan's Soul-Bewitching Melody didn't have such power. He had examined them carefully; these dissolute young men were mentally sound, showed no signs of being controlled, and had no traces of mental manipulation. Yet, they were behaving abnormally. How could normal people suddenly change their personalities from being dissolute to patriotic youths?
"Does such a miraculous song truly exist in this world?" Yue Longgang began to doubt. He then asked the individuals involved to write down the lyrics and music of "Chi Ling."
"This song has beautiful melodies, is catchy, and its lyrics are profound. It is indeed a masterpiece of the ages." Yue Longgang praised it highly after reading the score of "Chi Ling," clapping his hands in admiration. He particularly loved the lyrics, finding them more pleasing the more he read them. The line, "Though my position is humble, I dare not forget my country; even if no one knows me," resonated deeply with him, bringing tears to his eyes. He himself came from humble beginnings, living at the very bottom of society, and it was his burning passion to serve the country that had led him to his current position.
Yue Longgang showed a strong interest in Ji Mo, believing that anyone who could write such a soulful song must be a virtuous person with great love, not a sinister individual. What he couldn't understand was how this song, "Chi Ling," while excellent and capable of inspiring patriotism, could completely change someone's personality. In other words, what turned those dissolute youths into patriotic youths was Ji Mo's supreme skill.
"Could it be that your musical artistry has reached the highest realm, reaching the legendary state of resonating with the Dao!" Yue Longgang couldn't help but gasp, his interest in Ji Mo growing even more intense. This was a priceless treasure. Imagine, criminals listening to this song and abandoning evil for good, corrupt officials and greedy bureaucrats listening to it and becoming honest and upright... In this way, wouldn't the country be prosperous, and the world peaceful?
"No, I must win over such a talent." For the first time in his life, Yue Longgang developed an extreme interest in another man, a strong desire to possess him. But how could he recruit Ji Mo? Military force might not be enough, and wealth certainly wouldn't work. Such a master would hardly be lacking in money.
"How can I obtain this Ji Mo?" Yue Longgang stroked his beard, lost in thought. The young and handsome brigadier beside him was greatly alarmed. Marshal Yue had actually developed feelings for another man. If one day he made inappropriate demands, should he resist or obey? The more he thought about it, the more alarmed he became. The young brigadier secretly removed his chest protector and tucked it into his buttocks, only then breathing a sigh of relief.
The final decision at the recruitment office was that the dissolute young men were sent home, while their cultivator escorts were all enlisted. Yue Longgang gained tens of thousands of powerful soldiers, a significant gain. The news of Manyin's donation of fifty million taels of gold, under Yue Longgang's instruction, also spread, becoming a beautiful tale. The song "Chi Ling," with its promotion, quickly spread throughout the entire Wangjing.
"The world says courtesans are unrighteous and actors are heartless. Although my status is low, I do not forget my country despite my humble position." All the courtesans regarded Manyin as a role model and generously donated their savings to support the border soldiers. Many young and strong men were also moved and enthusiastically joined the army to serve the country.
"We are old and frail, but we are willing to contribute to the country." Some old lechers, under the guise of patriotism, legitimately went to visit brothels. Their rationale was that they were indirectly defending the country. After all, the money they spent would eventually be donated by the women, which they considered their contribution to the nation.
"The Great Qin Dynasty is truly formidable. Even its courtesans are filled with patriotic fervor, and its dissolute youths eagerly join the army." "A nation like this, mysterious and great, is not something we can easily defeat." The enemy spies lurking in Wangjing City were deeply shocked. They immediately sent back messages, warning their respective countries not to act rashly. The plan to invade Great Qin was temporarily postponed, and a long-term strategy was needed. After some investigation, they decisively concluded: war might not be necessary, but Ji Mo must die. A person who could turn the tide of an entire battle with just a song was too terrifying and must not be left to Great Qin.