Laughter abruptly halted in the throat.

A gentle sound of flowing water quietly arose, not loud, yet it effortlessly spread throughout the entire city, reaching even the heights where he was.

The wind, which had initially sought to sweep away the city's population, seemed to collide with an invisible Qi Wall, unable to enter the city even in the slightest.

Was that... the power of sound waves?

Sound waves, like water, permeated everywhere, merging with the wind, transmitted by it. All wind force, Qi Force, pressure, energy, vanished without a trace.

Instead, it was Feng Yin's own heart that began to race, something in his Divine Soul was disturbed, resonating.

Feng Yin looked in shock, only to see a woman seated atop the city gate, her robes fluttering, her sleeves brushing a zither. Her eyes, like autumn water, glanced up inadvertently, reflecting the black clouds in the sky above the hills and rivers of Wu and Yue. No matter how ugly the weather, it could not shake the beauty of the landscape.

A cute little maid stood by her side, looking up at him curiously, as if speaking.

The lip movement could be deciphered: "Miss, I thought that the envoy of the Demon God line must have some dignity, no matter how ugly, it couldn't be that bad. But who would have thought there's actually someone this ugly... Were it me, I'd have no face to crawl out of the tomb and meet people, better to bury myself back."

Feng Yin: "..."

Feng Yin had never seen this mistress and servant, but the name of the lady in this vicious maid's words naturally surfaced in his mind: former head of the Demon Suppression Department, now Prime Minister of the Great Han, Tang Wanju.

He once heard people say she was the most beautiful woman in the world, and seeing her now, it wasn't an exaggeration. Even without the sickly aura enhancing her, she was still so beautiful... Though Feng Yin still felt that if Jiuyou weren't so pale, it would be hard to say...

At any rate, that she wasn't staying at the Capital, but rather traveled alone with a maid to guard Yanmen was unexpected.

No wonder Jinbei hasn't defected, nor that Yanmen's garrison is so calm. Tang Wanju, as the Empire's steadfast support for years, holds a place in the hearts of the Great Han's military and civilians not inferior to Huangfu Yongxian, and in a broader sense, far surpasses him. With her as guardian, who would fear the enemy?

It's just unexpected that she also achieved a breakthrough. Busy with mundane affairs, having no time for cultivation, how did she manage to break through the Imperial Realm, Feng Yin couldn't grasp even with two epochs of knowledge. Is the Imperial Realm cabbage, something anyone can break through after a day's work just by thinking about it casually?

Feng Yin couldn't help but ask: "You came out, doesn't your Capital need defending?"

Tang Wanju softly spoke, her voice echoing towards the sky: "Master of the wind, one should be the most carefree being in the world. Floating with the wind across the world, hiding in the clouds, such is Feng Yin. Why then does Your Excellency flit east and west, defeated by King Zhao at the East Sea, wounded by the Vermilion Bird in Jinbei, relying on mortal powers, busy with worldly conflicts, for what?"

Feng Yin clicked his tongue disdainfully, sneering: "All I want is the Heavenly Book. If you can make Zhao Changhe hand it over, I'll leave immediately. What do worldly conflicts have to do with me?"

"Then..." Tang Wanju pressed the zither strings, calmly asking: "Why don't you dare go directly to King Zhao?"

Feng Yin: "..."

"Ancient Demon God, that's all you are, truly a laughingstock of the world." Tang Wanju continued to play the zither, chuckling softly: "Indeed, the Capital is empty. If you have the skill, go attack it; I can't keep up with you."

"..." Feng Yin dared not go, only sneering: "Whether the Capital is an empty city, I'm too lazy to care. But Yanmen, indeed, is an empty city. Do you really think playing the zither here can scare people away?"

As he spoke, shapes of the Jinnan army finally appeared on the horizon in the distance, approaching the city.

"If you guard against me, you won't have the strength to handle anything else." Feng Yin sneered: "Yanmen only has this little army, it can be broken anytime, what use are you here alone?"

Tang Wanju's zither-playing accelerated, seemingly targeting the distant army, but was simultaneously blended with the wind by Feng Yin, sent to the sky, silent again.

The army advanced closer.

Feng Yin laughed: "Perhaps capturing you has more significance to Zhao Changhe than capturing the whole Yanmen, I wonder how many pages of the Heavenly Book you're worth?"

Tang Wanju, watching the nearing army, said lightly: "This few trials between Your Excellency and me were likewise to ascertain whether I could entirely negate your tricks. Now it seems I can... then it's settled."

As her voice fell, some objects covered atop the city walls were unveiled by soldiers, over a dozen black cannon barrels emerged from atop the city wall.

"What is that?" Feng Yin had never even seen such things, was dumbfounded, and then saw city soldiers lighting fuses.

The "sizzling" sound of the fuses burning gave Feng Yin an instinctive foreboding, he swiftly waved his hand.

A fierce wind enveloped the battlefield, obscuring all passing trajectories.

Tang Wanju's eyes flashed with severity, a sharp "zheng" sound, sound waves burst forth.

The wind resistance in front was rolled into a mass by the rampant sound waves, spiraling upward, rushing towards Feng Yin's position.

The next moment, a "boom-boom-boom" erupted, the cannon on the city wall roared, the army pushing the siege towers towards the wall was blown to pieces, siege towers and battering rams were completely obliterated.

Smoke and dust scattered, leaving the entire battlefield dead silent, Jinnan troops, from generals to soldiers, stared blankly at the bloody and shredded wooden debris in front of them, their minds completely blank.

What was that?

Even Feng Yin, avoiding Tang Wanju's strike, was left dumbfounded, what was that?

"Sizzling..." The second wave of fuses lit again, Tang Wanju's calm voice spread across the battlefield: "Why chase after the Ancient today... Master Feng Yin, please retreat, if you continue to fight here, fear Your Excellency's name will vanish from the world."

"Boom-boom-boom!" The cannon fire resumed.

"Clang!" Heaven's light suddenly appeared, the Spring Water Sword emerged.

A long rainbow shot straight to the sky, aiming at the stunned Feng Yin: "Since she defeated you, then I must also."

Feng Yin came to his senses, suddenly feeling Tang Wanju's presence here was, in fact, just for that one sentence.

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