Shang Qinghua gave a bitter smile.
The nation ca first, Beirong ca first, The Black Archon ca first.
It felt as though his entire life had never truly been his own.
"...I understand," he said at last.
Although the weight of it all pressed heavily on him, he could not bring himself to voice these thoughts to Yue Mingxuan.
Everything that had happened recently was too complicated, too overwhelming, he could not untangle it even if he tried.
"Good. Then use this ti to prepare yourself, in case sothing happens suddenly. I have a feeling Keshun Sanfeng is going to stake everything on this. He’s running out of ti, he won’t waste it on anything aningless," Yue Mingxuan said with a sigh.
Keshun Sanfeng was cunning and ruthless; what he might do next was sothing even Yue Mingxuan could not predict.
Over the years, the Nine Abyssal Gate had certainly not remained idle and Rong Zishen was not a fool either.
Having spent so long in the military, he undoubtedly had many allies there.
Most of the military power was likely already in Rong Zishen’s hands.
Because of that, any coup he could launch would be entirely different from the one Shang Zefeng had attempted with only a handful of imperial guards.
If Shang Qinghua failed to handle this properly, Beirong would likely face an even greater catastrophe.
"I’ve already made the necessary arrangents. As for the forces within the martial world, he probably won’t be able to mobilize too many," Shang Qinghua said.
In truth, his words were sowhat optimistic.
After all, there was a reason the Nine Abyssal Gate had survived for so many years without being destroyed.
If they had not had the support of certain factions within the martial world, they might have long since fallen.
Yue Mingxuan understood this clearly, which was why he made a crucial decision.
The Dumdum Guns he had taken from Piaoxiang Courtyard had been sitting unused for a long ti.
He decided to carefully study their internal structure and hoping to use them to assist Shang Qinghua.
In this age of cold weapons, introducing even a small amount of firearms would undoubtedly provide an advantage.
But war always ca with casualties.
Although Yue Mingxuan could not bear it, he understood that if the enemy did not die, then he would.
In order to survive, he had no choice but to make difficult decisions.
Even if those choices sotis seed cold and unfeeling, he had to stand by them.
They were his choices to make.
The structure of the Dumdum Gun was extrely difficult to decipher.
Fortunately, the one he had was broken—otherwise, he might have accidentally injured himself while studying it.
The structure of the Dumdum Gun was indeed complex, but thankfully it was damaged; otherwise, Yue Mingxuan might have been hard by it.
The issue of gunpowder was not easy to resolve either.
However, after he provided the formula to Shang Qinghua, the latter quickly managed to produce sothing akin to explosives.
When Shang Qinghua witnessed the power of gunpowder with his own eyes, he was deeply shocked.
The air filled with the sharp scent of smoke and sulfur—anyone who saw it would find it terrifying.
"Yue Mingxuan... how did you co across sothing so frightening?" he asked.
"Uh... my master taught ," Yue Mingxuan replied.
These were things he had learned in another ti, yet in this era, they had beco sothing far ahead of their age.
"With such powerful weapons, my chances of victory increase a little more. Still, this thing is far too dangerous—it shouldn’t be used unless it’s absolutely necessary."
Yue Mingxuan nodded. "Exactly. So unless there’s no other choice, you shouldn’t use it."
Shang Qinghua let out a sigh.
His foundation in Beirong was, in the end, still unstable.
Although the coup in Xishang had seed to be resolved swiftly under his hand, this ti, in Beirong, he had only just begun to take control of the situation.
He had once hoped that his father might offer so support for the sake of the late Empress Suyin, but Keshun Sanfeng’s move had been too swift and too ruthless.
He had never expected that man to act with such madness.
"Since things have already co to this, we have no room to choose. We can only take it one step at a ti." Shang Qinghua still rembered that when Yue Mingxuan had said those words to him, his expression had been firr than ever before.
"...I will do my best." Influenced by Yue Mingxuan’s resolve, Shang Qinghua found himself saying those words without hesitation.
In these past few days, Yue Mingxuan had been making every possible preparation, and naturally, Keshun Sanfeng was doing the sa.
Rong Zishen had yet to show himself, but Yue Mingxuan knew he would appear eventually.
In preparation for that mont, Yue Mingxuan trained with Tang Youyou almost every day.
At first, Tang Youyou could suppress him with ease, but after several rounds, she began to realize just how extraordinary his talent truly was.
Especially when he set his mind on accomplishing sothing, his progress was astonishing.
Things she had expected him to take a long ti to learn, he managed to grasp in a remarkably short span.
Moreover, after learning, he no longer complained about needing rest as he once had.
Instead, he would push himself until he could no longer endure.
Even Tang Youyou found that level of determination difficult to watch.
In truth, after everything that had happened, she no longer harbored any resentnt toward Yue Mingxuan.
Matters of fate could not be forced and she had co to accept that.
Since Yue Mingxuan asked her to spar with him, she simply complied.
After all, she was still a mber of Flying Opera Group.
Bai Huayue had not held her accountable—instead, she treated her even better than before.
That only left Tang Youyou feeling more at a loss and whatever thoughts of rebellion she once had had long since faded.
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