One hundred and fifty years ago, the Divine Sun Sect supported Prince Yong’s rebellion, but unfortunately, Prince Yong was incompetent and ultimately failed to achieve success.
However, Lin Fuan had not yet been born at that ti. He was born after the Divine Sun Sect took refuge in the Miao Ridge Mountain, and his father was the previous Sect Hierarch of the Divine Sun Sect.
After their major defeat, the Divine Sun Sect beca very weak, with less than a hundred followers remaining. Later, they hid in the mountains and managed to regain so strength, but even by the ti the position of Sect Hierarch was passed down to him, the Divine Sun Sect had only a little over a thousand followers.
He has led the Divine Sun Sect for fifty years, gradually building it up to its current strength.
Twenty years ago, he had thought about making so moves in the Capital City, but unfortunately, one misstep led to complete loss, resulting in the waste of over a decade of effort in the Capital City.
Since then, he has beco even more cautious, and the actions of the Divine Sun Sect have beco even more secretive.
He knows that the Secret Martial Guards are searching for the traces of the Divine Sun Sect, but what they don’t realize is that every move they make is under his surveillance.
A middle-aged man retired, and Lin Fuan, leaning on a hoe, thought for a mont, then called over a subordinate and instructed, "Send a ssage to Chen Hengchang, let him prepare to raise troops in Jiujiang Prefecture!"
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Inside the city of Jiujiang Prefecture.
Chen Hengchang was leisurely sitting under a Big Rong Tree, sipping tea and reading.
Beside him, Yan Huichun was practicing sword movents.
Chen Hengchang, the son of Prince Qing, inherited the Navy of Black Mountain Island after Prince Qing and Ji Feiyu were defeated in battle. When Prince Qing died of illness, Chen Hengchang inherited all the forces left by Prince Qing, including Ji Feiyu and all the Navy on Black Mountain Island.
Later, after multiple discussions with the Divine Sun Sect, they finally joined the sect.
Ji Feiyu beca the Red Monarch of the Divine Sun Sect, and although Chen Hengchang didn’t hold a specific position within the sect, he was a key figure supported by the Divine Sun Sect.
The Divine Sun Sect wanted to instigate a rebellion and needed to use his royal identity.
Over the years, Chen Hengchang traveled through various places within Da Rong, spent a few years in Liaodong, and several years in Longyuan and Fuhai, eventually settling in Yun Gui as his base for the uprising.
A follower whispered to Yan Huichun, who after hearing the ssage, imdiately approached Chen Hengchang and said, "My lord, a ssage from the Capital City says that Emperor Yanping is seriously ill; the court is now overseen by the Crown Prince!"
"Ah, I see," Chen Hengchang nonchalantly continued reading his book.
Seeing his lack of reaction, Yan Huichun was confused, "My lord, shouldn’t we do sothing?"
"Do what?"
"Shouldn’t we seize the opportunity to rebel? Bashu is already in chaos, if we rise up in Yun Gui, we could quickly take control of three prefectures, and the court would struggle to quell the unrest!" Yan Huichun said.
Chen Hengchang replied, "No hurry, that old man hasn’t made a move yet; anything we do now is aningless!"
"Heh, right now, all we need to do is obediently wait for that old man to bring us tens of thousands of troops!"
Collaborating with the Divine Sun Sect was a forced asure, but his feelings towards the sect were not positive; he thought of its followers as a bunch of crazed lunatics and inhuman devils.
He needed the power of the Divine Sun Sect, but he was determined not to beco a devil himself.
"However, perhaps we should get ready. Inform the brothers below to be prepared. Once there’s news, we act imdiately. I don’t want any dragging their feet at that ti!" Chen Hengchang instructed.
"Yes!" Yan Huichun, looking thrilled, went off to carry out the orders.
With Emperor Yanping seriously ill, the court unstable, and unrest rising among the populace, many saw this as an opportunity, and so even foresaw the end of the dynasty.
Ambitious and scheming individuals could hardly wait to make their moves.
Of course, nurous patriots worried for the country and the people had already begun to act.
Among them was Yang Mingzhao, the foolish son of a landlord family.
In the Three Arrows Valley of Kui Prefecture.
Hundreds of able-bodied n pushed carts full of supplies into the valley.
Yang Mingzhao happily watched the bustling crowd, and Chen Buyu’s face was filled with joy.
"Sir, are all these goods ours?"
"Of course, big plans require capital. There’s grain, salt, fabric, iron ingots, and haha, I even bought two hundred long swords," Yang Mingzhao proudly proclaid.
He was not foolish enough to bring tens of thousands of silver to this remote valley; there was nothing to buy with silver here, so along the way, they purchased a large quantity of supplies.
Of course, he still had plenty of silver on hand; all these goods cost less than twenty thousand silver.
With these supplies, they could equip a real military force.
"It’s a pity that Iron Armor and horses are difficult to buy. However, I bought a dozen mules, which can help us transport supplies."
Bashu is not like Chongshan Town, where horses are plentiful and buying dozens or even hundreds of cavalry horses would be no issue. The horses in Bashu are mostly short, suited for transporting goods rather than serving as cavalry mounts.
But it doesn’t matter; the mountainous terrain of Bashu isn’t conducive to large-scale cavalry battles, and you wouldn’t even find a formal cavalry unit in Bashu.
"Is this the good place you spoke of? Are these the good n?" Wu Zheng looked at the dilapidated fort and the shabby-looking young soldiers.
Wu Zheng felt deceived, well, he had actually been prepared to be deceived.
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