On the hills winding like a crouching dragon, a magnificent palace stands tall in the midst of the Laurel Forest; where the jade stairs reach for the sky, the green glazed tiles and the copper beasts on the roof shimmer with a classical, tranquil light.
Occasional birds fly across the blue sky, showering strands of cuckoo calls.
Silent mountain streams and gurgling waterfalls converge into two clear ponds, gazing at each other like lovers before the jade palace; pink lotus buds and fresh, elegant daffodils adorn the emerald water, engraved on the stone railings, where lively water from the fountains splashes, turning into brilliant rainbows on the flower petals.
Yi Tiao and Bai Suqing stood together on a secluded pebble path opened between clusters of gnarled old plum trees, gazing at this celestial palace.
The sunlight gently filtered through the plum branches, casting speckled shadows on the handsome and beautiful face of Bai Suqing; lush rattan like affectionate hands tugged at her hem, the gauzy mist floated and lingered around her vermilion collar.
"Pretending to be elegant is the greatest vulgarity!" Yi Tiao tightly held his beloved’s soft hand, waved grandly like a great man, gesturing as if pointing out the world.
This was his evaluation of this immortal painting-like scene.
Beside this pair of lovebirds was a white jade stele, carried by a huge and ancient stone beast, its body covered with turtle patterns, dark with moss, inscribed with Seven Kills.
Any visitors who trespass the mountain, kill!
Any visitors who have not removed their swords, kill!
Any visitors who act disorderly, kill!
Any visitors with strange powers, kill!
Any visitors with ulterior motives, kill!
Any visitors who desecrate the fairies, kill!
Any visitors who rashly criticize the Jade Emperor, kill!
"Kill your mother!" Yi Tiao drew his long sword, swish swish swish, adding another line on the Seven Kills Stele—No urinating or defecating around here.
This is Cloud Mist Mountain, the main altar of Flower Court.
After the two major figures in Heru City convened, the boss went hunting in Mulan City, while Yi Tiao took a whole day and night to fly to Cloud Mist Mountain, discarding the Vajra Magic Teleportation Array and bringing all the Summer Palace guards stationed at Florence and outside experts over.
This was a secret mission designated by the boss through whispered instructions at their parting in Heru City, codenamed "Garfield is Not Home."
The sole mission of the Summer Palace guards was to capture this Flower Court at all costs, completing the battle in the shortest time possible.
Leaving aside justice and evil, just looking at the gap between the regular army and the countryside militia, this siege revealed everything.
Flower Court’s reaction was rather sluggish, perhaps due to long peace, or perhaps they did not expect anyone to dare provoke them, or maybe they were intimidated by the Summer Palace guard’s enormous force. When the entire Summer Palace guard responded with silence to the inquirers, Flower Court’s garrison, facing the steady advance of the Summer Palace guard, surprisingly relinquished the commanding high pass and directly retreated to the main hall, seeking the protection of tall buildings and thick walls—they did not attempt a breakout, instead choosing to stubbornly resist!
One must admit, the Cloud Mist Mountain where Flower Court is situated is indeed picturesque, like a fairyland; but precisely because they pursue beauty too much, there are no arrow towers, no fortress towers, and the palace is not built like a city wall structure.
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In front of five Magic Tutors, Yi Tiao, a Golden Dragon Knight, and three Dragon Clan leaders, Flower Court’s four formidable guardians had no choice but to obediently retreat to the main hall. Although the sides did not actually engage, the experts of Flower Court could still sense the danger—this time Florence not only had strong outside reinforcements, but the three secondary main forces, Difeng Giant, Green Giant, and Mudfoot Giant, were all in full armor, absolutely intimidating.
Yi Tiao was not the commander of this siege; the one in charge was the Summer Palace’s Chief of Staff, Robert Baggio, a handsome Wolf with a penchant for ponytails.
The wolves are the rarest bloodline among Werewolves, recognized as sages throughout the Bimon Army, serving as Shalaman priests and military advisers.
Due to their frail constitution, every wolf grows up learning not how to wield a war knife or casting nets, but how to discern the terrain and analyze its advantages and disadvantages on sand tables; although Rovi was from the lower ranks, it didn’t hinder his ability to command and plan strategies. In fact, the Summer Palace guard needed little tactical setup—Biyaqiao’s 3000 skeleton boxes managed formation coordination and attack focus adjustments with instant commands; each warrior had long memorized their role, all Rovi had to do was craft a clear attack sequence.
Even something Lius Zhenhan could manage, how could Rovi, so smart, possibly fail at?
Bai Suqing watched the entire siege of the Summer Palace guard, drenched in fragrant sweat, from beginning to end, without catching her breath until the battle was over.
As the thunderous war drums transformed into the final silent note, Commander Rovi first took out an Emperor V card, attached a Magic Crystal, and played the most brutal battle in Florence’s history—"Hu Ye Ancient City Campaign"—Emperor V recorded footage.
This was Florence’s pre-battle motivational method, using tragic defeat to stir warriors’ desire for victory and bloodshed.
Not until Flower Court reached this point did they finally realize that this silent and eccentric powerful army was absolutely determined to wage war against them! Although they had not extracted an answer previously, having already initiated a full defensive mobilization, they still harbored a trace of hope, expecting to resolve matters in a methodical way typical of the martial world—those outsiders never knew, the Summer Palace guard had no intention of revealing their name.