The High Priest had resurrected. Logically, his first move should have been to seek out the Pharaoh. Even if not the Pharaoh, he ought to focus on training, growing stronger. There was no reason to target General Valley.
Yet Feng Xianlin and the others were firmly convinced—the High Priest would definitely come to General Valley.
"That's not right."
A sudden flash of insight struck Yi Tianxing. A thought emerged in his mind:"The High Priest's target isn't you—it's General Valley itself. More precisely, the military baleful aura contained within, and the ancient battlefield slumbering beneath it. He wants to use this land of martial death to cultivate and grow stronger. He aims to awaken the sleeping army from the ancient battlefield."
A land infused with martial baleful aura was one of the most terrifying types of places in the world—a graveyard for countless soldiers and generals.
Given the High Priest's strength, if he were to seize General Valley, he could easily summon a terrifying army of undead born from the baleful aura—undead vastly stronger than ordinary ones, with power perhaps tenfold greater. Whether in strength or potential, they would far surpass typical undead. Their bodies, refined by martial death, could even become immune to blades and spears.
Saying they had bronze sinews and iron bones would not be an exaggeration.
Such a treasure trove—given the High Priest's capabilities—he would naturally seek to claim it. Once in control, and with the unique attributes of General Valley, he could grow in power quickly, eventually rivaling even the Pharaoh.
With such an opportunity, a schemer like the High Priest would never give it up.
Even without personal vendettas, the benefits alone would compel him to make General Valley his priority—an ambition that would never waver.
It was also clear that Feng Xianlin and the others would never abandon General Valley either. For warriors, this place was a sacred land beyond measure.
To expect them to surrender it just because of the High Priest was a joke. If the High Priest wanted it, he'd have to fight for it—life or death.
"Fellow Daoist Yi, you truly have remarkable insight," said Yue Qiang, casting a deep glance at him. "Legend has it the High Priest had an affair with the Pharaoh's most beloved woman. When it was discovered, the Pharaoh used the most brutal methods to mummify him—sealing him underground to suffer eternal torment. Even in death, his soul would endure relentless agony, tortured as if in hell. However, due to the fusion of the myriad realms into the Eternal Continent, that seal has weakened. The High Priest is nearly reborn."
"In the Golden Sand Desert," Xue Kunlun added slowly, "an astrologer gave a prophecy: When the sun is eclipsed, and meteors rain from the sky; when a black sandstorm sweeps the desert, and the God of Death fishes from the void; when plants begin to wither—the undead shall rise from the River of the Dead. And General Valley shall ignite in war."
This prophecy came from an astrologer—supposedly capable of seeing fate and glimpsing the future. The scene he saw was General Valley engulfed in flames, rivers of blood flowing, and undead swarming in all directions.
"A prophecy alone isn't proof it will truly happen," Yi Tianxing said with a frown.
"I've used the Fuxi Bagua to divine this," Feng Xianlin replied. "It confirms a major calamity will strike General Valley—matching the astrologer's vision."
A single source might be questionable, but two unrelated predictions matching? That was no coincidence—it was a likely glimpse of the future.
This information had only circulated among the four major generals. Aside from the four of them, no one else knew, for fear it would incite panic. Yet word of the astrologer's prophecy had begun to spread.
But they weren't planning to flee—they intended to strengthen themselves, face the High Priest head-on, and see what he was truly capable of. If he wanted General Valley, he'd have to pay in blood.
"Originally, our odds were only 40–50%," said Feng Xianlin. "But now that you've arrived with so many powerful war weapons, if our troops can be equipped with them, our chances of victory rise to 60–70%."
No one dares claim certain victory on the battlefield, no matter the preparation. Wars shift by the second. The only thing one can do is stack the odds in one's favor.
"Very well. Whether it's the Bone War Bows, rune arrows, warblades, or rune bombs—I have massive stockpiles," Yi Tianxing smiled. "Enough to support any war."
Hearing that, the three generals visibly relaxed. This was extremely good news.
"But I am a businessman. Naturally, I don't deal at a loss. If you can't pay, I'm afraid I won't be able to help," Yi Tianxing added.
"Of course," said Xue Kunlun. "Business is fair trade. We'd never expect you to lose money. While we don't have much in General Valley, we do have some unique specialties. That should cover the cost of the supplies."
"Indeed. We don't do forced deals," Yue Qiang nodded.
"I'm all ears," Yi Tianxing said with growing curiosity.
The three generals didn't hesitate. Feng Xianlin waved a hand, and a suit of armor appeared on the table—the Wild Sand Battle Armor.
Made from yellow sand, yet clearly infused with more than just that. Yi Tianxing could sense a unique energy—akin to a rune-based restriction. This wasn't ordinary gear, but true enchanted armor.
"Wild Sand Battle Armor—forged in General Valley's armor forge," explained Feng Xianlin. "We don't know the exact forging process. All we know is: as long as you feed in enough yellow sand, armor like this will be produced. Its defense is extremely high and it holds the power of flowing sand. Whether divine weapons or spells hit it, it absorbs much of the power, drastically reducing damage. It perfectly adapts to the wearer's body and can resize itself."
"Yellow Rank, Tier 3 armor. Contains Flowing Sand Restriction."The Book of Heaven's Secrets revealed its details.
It was far from ordinary. It couldn't have been made from just sand. Some unknown mystical force must be involved.
But Yi Tianxing didn't care to dig further. Such treasures weren't for sale anyway—he only needed the armor.
"For Yellow Rank Tier 3 armor with a restriction like this, I can offer 600 Eternal Coins per set," Yi Tianxing said after a moment of thought.
Defensive gear always fetched higher prices than weapons. After all, it saved lives—and no price was too high for that.
"Agreed," Feng Xianlin nodded after a brief pause.
It was a fair price. The Bone War Bows—also Tier 3—only fetched 100 coins. Though not because they weren't precious, but because they were standardized and easy to mass-produce. The Wild Sand Armor, on the other hand, was plentiful in General Valley, so they didn't mind selling.
"This is Soldier's Baleful Blood Crystal," Xue Kunlun said next, placing a dark red crystal on the table, its surface etched with blade-like red patterns. "It's condensed from the valley's martial baleful aura, born from the Blood Fiend Lake. It's hard for ordinary cultivators to absorb, but for soldiers, it's the perfect supplement—it rapidly boosts cultivation and even tempers the body."
The baleful aura within was clearly visible—extremely potent.
For military-type cultivation methods, this was a treasure beyond price.
"If I can obtain these and bring them back to Xuanhuang City, our entire army will improve drastically. Yang Ye, Zhang Fei, and the others will make rapid breakthroughs. I cannot pass up something like this," Yi Tianxing thought to himself.
A powerful force isn't just a strong leader—it's about raising the strength of the whole army. Especially the generals—who must grow quickly and hold their own.
"I'll offer 1,000 Eternal Coins per crystal. How many can you provide?" Yi Tianxing asked directly.
"Too low. 3,000 per piece," Yue Qiang countered.
"Too expensive. It has limited use—only for soldiers, not general cultivators. How about 1,500 per crystal—that's my final offer," Yi Tianxing replied after some thought.