The Villain's Counterattack

Chapter 292: Know Yourself and Then Plan

Sun Yuankai hesitated again and again, but still couldn't make up his mind. Although the possibility that the Jin Dynasty's war god, King Qi Wanyan Kang, was Lin Bufan had decreased a lot, as the biggest variable, or the biggest factor that caused the variable, it was worth further investigation.

It is no longer possible to lure out the father or even the grandfather by capturing the son. It is early summer now, and shipping on the Yellow River and the Yangtze River is booming. The Mongolian army on the water is no match for the Prince of Qi's Mansion. Once they enter the water, they are like a dragon entering the sea, and no one in the world can do anything about it.

If the Mongolian army really wanted to stop them at all costs, it would not be impossible to block them with iron chains across the river. However, they could move freely on the water and could call for reinforcements at any time. If things went wrong, we would suffer a crushing defeat, and the responsibility for this defeat was not something that a disciple of the Vajra Sect could bear.

A sneak attack by a martial arts master would be a good idea, but his real martial arts skills are only second-rate. Although they are at the high level of second-rate, they are still second-rate. Prince Huodu, the reckless man Badar and others did not know where they had gone, and they could not be contacted for a while.

Sun Yuankai gradually realized that although he and Prince Huodu were both on the Mongolian side, they were not really close. As the saying goes, where there are people, there are conflicts. There will definitely be a conflict between the Mongolian Tantric Vajra Sect and the Quanzhen Sect of the Central Plains. As the Mongolian army invaded the Central Plains, the Tantric Vajra Sect was bound to spread its influence to the Central Plains. This was also the reason why Prince Huodu was able to attract himself and another Tibetan monk master to come.

However, they had never imagined that the Quanzhen Sect was so powerful. Only three of the Seven Quanzhen disciples had defeated them, and they had even lost their lives in Chongyang Palace. Now that they thought about it carefully, although their martial arts skills were no match for top-tier masters, they were extremely strong and had heavy weapons at their disposal, so saving their lives would have been easy. So why did they end up dying in a foreign land?

How much of a factor is Prince Huodu involved in this?

That Tibetan monk is also a Tantric Buddhist, but not a Vajra Sect. Although he is an inner disciple of the Vajra Sect, he is not from the same lineage as King Jinlun. His master and King Jinlun are nominally brothers, but in fact they are rivals for the position of Mongolian National Master. This time, Huodu led the Tibetan martial arts world to cause trouble in the Central Plains, tested the affairs of the Quanzhen Sect, and summoned many masters (are you sure you are not a scum?).

But among these masters, except Huodu himself and Badal, most of the rest are forces that are not on good terms with King Jinlun, and a small number are vagrant soldiers and brave men. Even if they die, they will not feel sad, and may even applaud and cheer in secret.

Once you understand one thing, you will understand everything. Sun Yuankai couldn't help but shudder when he thought of Prince Huodu calling him "senior brother" all the time. This person is sweet-mouthed but with a sharp tongue. This person sent him to the Yellow River Gang, which might not be a good intention. This time he colluded with bandits to intercept the young prince of the Jin Kingdom. He hid himself in the dark, but showed up everywhere. It was not for his own sake, but to seek death.

No matter how much I say, I still lack strength! If I had superb strength, even the pinnacle of martial arts, I could crush any conspiracy you throw at me!

Wait, I'm the self-proclaimed greatest conspirator in Polar City, the mastermind behind all this. When did I become a reckless brute? Could it be that even a possessed being is affected by its original owner?

This monk Doji is tall and strong, but he is a brainless person, otherwise he would not be fooled by Prince Huodu and go to his death.

Those who work with their minds control others, and those who work with their bodies are controlled by others. You can be strong, but you cannot be controlled by others. What you want to do is to be the best!

It's just that in his previous life, he was born into a wealthy family and was born a superior person. Although he had experienced many twists and turns, he had never really fallen. The concept of hierarchy in his bones had never been shaken. This was also the reason why he had been seeking to behave in a way that was consistent with his identity in the previous two worlds.

What he did in Polar City was, to a large extent, just an internal struggle among the privileged class. Although it was a bit brutal and violent, it rarely involved the lower classes. He was more responsible for overall planning and issuing orders. He had many capable people under him and abundant resources. It was not as embarrassing as it is now, where he had to do everything by himself.

My identity as a disciple of the Vajra Sect of the Mongol Tantric Buddhism might prove quite useful. Prince Huodu's ultimate goal in dealing with me was simply to consolidate his master, King Jinlun's position as the Mongol Imperial Master and his position within the Vajra Sect. If I were to proactively request to rule the Central Plains, he would likely be more than happy to do so. As for joining him?

Haha, given that person's personality, he probably won't believe it at all. If things go wrong, he will be pushed out to take the blame.

If that’s the case, what identity do I have to ascend to a high position?

Worship? The position is indeed not low, but unfortunately there is no real power, and many things cannot be decided by oneself.

Being a general could be considered, but the Mongolian army was a self-contained system, and if one wanted to rise to a high position, one had to establish a reputation and demonstrate achievements, otherwise one would not be able to convince the people, and the higher-ups would not let him do as he wished.

Nomadic people worship the strong. This strength is not only about martial power, but also about brains, and the most direct thing is achievements!

Finally, there are Mongolia's own underworld forces, including mountain bandits and pirates. If he takes the initiative to ask to stay in the Central Plains to form an underworld force, they will probably have no objection. However, Prince Huodu will inevitably have some concerns, thinking that he is finding another way to boost the momentum of his master and challenge King Jinlun again.

Alas, it is difficult!

As a former top leader, I have truly experienced the sorrow of a small person.

Forget it, first I will try to blend in with the refugees and take the boat to Shandong. If I am lucky enough to enter the Prince of Qi's Palace, I will test the God of War, the Prince of Qi. Although I may lose my life, it is worth it. After all, I am the direct cause of the biggest variable.

After saying goodbye to the black iron pillar, he had just moved about ten meters towards the fleet when he heard a loud shout: "Catch the thief! There's a spy!"

Sun Yuankai was slightly startled by the familiar voice. He instinctively turned his head and saw that the black iron pillar turned around and ran away, pointing at him as he ran. Upon hearing this, the surrounding bandits drew their weapons and surrounded him. However, the group of pirates were excited and ready to watch the show. They drove the ship away from the shore and stopped loading to avoid being ambushed by people on the shore.

Thief? Is it really appropriate for you, a real bandit, to yell "Catch the thief" in a bandit's lair? Wait, why are you all surrounding me? Am I not a thief?

Wait, it seems that I am not a good person, I am also a thief, but I am not in the same group as them.

Exposed! And it was seen through by a seemingly idiotic minion.

Sun Yuankai suddenly pulled out the vajra hidden behind his back, and rushed forward like a mad bull, knocking down more than a dozen minions, snatching a group of horses and quickly fleeing.

He was just a second-rate guy. Even a master among the second-rate could not withstand the large number of people. What's more, there were probably more than one first-rate masters here. The Thousand-Handed Butcher Peng Lianhu was no ordinary guy. He had been able to roam Hebei, Shanxi and Henan for decades. How could he be taken lightly? There was also Sha Tongtian, the leader of the Yellow River Gang on the big ship. He could not even beat his junior brother, let alone his senior brother.

"Haha, do you want to compete in horse riding? Even if it's a Mongolian Tartar, I'm not afraid! If I lose to you, how can I be worthy of the title of Horse King God." A short and fat man had a golden dragon whip wrapped around his waist. Although he looked short and fat, his movements were very agile. He jumped up and landed on the back of a strong horse, squeezed his legs and rushed away.

"Third brother, be careful. This man is strong and must have some great skills." The talented scholar Zhu Cong hurriedly called on the people around him to chase after him, but they had no idea how to catch up with this equestrian master. They could only watch him go away.