Chapter 865
Trying My Best One More Time
Pan Yun once said that she would make Zhu Qiyu an emperor who would be remembered throughout history.
Let's start by making it legitimate.
She saw the emperor again outside Datong City.
Esen, holding the emperor hostage, kept demanding that the city gates be opened. Although the two major towns of Datong and Xuanfu remained closed, they dared not retaliate, lest they harm the emperor.
Datong was forced into a passive defense.
Kuang Ye was in a panic. Only after Chen Huai brought Pan Yun back did he hurriedly ask Pan Yun, "Is there any way to secretly rescue the emperor?"
Pan Yun calmly replied, "I will try my best."
That night, Pan Yun devised a plan to lead ten Imperial Guards and soldiers to infiltrate the Oirat army camp.
Xue Shao also wanted to go, but Pan Yun refused, saying, "I won't take Miao Zhen and the other two with me. The scouts chosen by the Embroidered Uniform Guard and Kuang Ye are no weaker than you in martial arts, and they are more familiar with the military camp than you."
Xue Shao stared intently at her and asked softly, "Can you really rescue the emperor?"
After a moment of silence, Pan Yun said, "I will do my best and leave the rest to fate."
Xue Shao stared at her and said softly, "Take care."
Pan Yun knew he had something left unsaid, but since he didn't say it, she didn't ask.
The two nodded to each other and then parted ways.
Yang Hong and Kuang Ye weren't idle either; they worked together to obtain a map of the camp where the emperor was being held.
It is said that Guo Deng and Guo Jing played a major role in this.
They had been operating in Datong for many years and also secretly did business with the Oirat Mongols, so they still had some connections.
Following the map, Pan Yun led ten men to the tent where the emperor was imprisoned. As soon as they slipped inside, a golden bowl fell from the sky. In the emperor's terrified gaze, Pan Yun turned to leave, but the bowl suddenly trembled, and golden light poured down. Sanskrit characters, like fish, swam in the air and kept hurtling towards Pan Yun.
Each strike felt like the force of a thousand pounds. An Chen, the Imperial Guard who had come with Pan Yun, wanted to help her, but before he could take a step forward, he was struck down by a Sanskrit inscription, and his knee slammed to the ground with a thud.
The others who had been led in by Pan Jun changed their expressions upon hearing the voice. These people's power was indeed unpredictable; a character that appeared out of thin air could injure someone so badly. Judging from the voice, An Chen's kneecap was probably shattered.
A single character flew out of the bowl, heading straight for An Chen's head.
Pan Yun knew that if this hit him hard, it would smash his brains out. Her eyes flashed, and she poured her Yuan energy from her palm, slamming it upwards to knock away all the Sanskrit characters that were falling on her. The impact made the golden bowl tremble slightly. She spun around, kicked An Chen away, and a sword appeared out of thin air in her palm...
Yun Yan caught An Chen, pushed him behind her, and rushed straight towards the emperor sitting in the middle of the tent: "Your Majesty!"
"Don't come any closer!" The emperor had barely uttered a word when countless hidden arrows shot towards the center from all around.
Three crossbow bolts, each as thick as a forearm, pierced straight through the tent and shot towards Yun Yan's face.
Yun Yan took a few steps back, then leaped up to dodge the arrows, but was hit by countless thin arrows shooting from all around. His expression remained unchanged, and he swept his sword across the ground, knocking away the arrows around him. The other Imperial Guards and scouts also took action to knock away the incoming arrows.
But the next moment, countless shadows appeared on all sides of the tent, and blades flashed from the shadows. Instantly, many enemies appeared in the small tent. Without saying a word, they slashed at their heads.
The two sides clashed instantly, blood and flesh flying everywhere. The emperor sat on the couch in the middle, trembling slightly, unable to speak for a long time.
Pan Yun is entangled in the golden bowl and cannot break free for the time being, while her opponent has yet to appear.
Pan Yun also noticed that something was wrong with the tent. Despite the fierce fighting, the tent remained completely still. If things were normal, it would have been overturned long ago.
Fortunately, the selected Imperial Guards and scouts were all highly skilled, and they could hold out for the time being. It was the Oirat people who were the ones who were fighting and bloodshed.
But soon, murmuring chants came from all sides of the tent, and Pan Jun's head spun, and his vision blurred for a moment.
"Meow—" A cat's meow exploded in her brain, and she instantly came back to her senses. In that instant, a Sanskrit word struck her chest with a thud, sending Pan Yun flying backward. Yun Yan and the others had already turned pale and were swaying precariously from the chanting.
Fortunately, this sonic attack was indiscriminate, and the Oirat soldiers weren't much better off.
Pan Yun tossed his sword aside, quickly forming hand seals. The sword hovered in the air, and countless sword lights burst forth from it, heading straight for the shadows around the camp.
A muffled groan was heard, and the omnipresent murmurs stopped for a moment. Just then, Pan Yun jumped up, grabbed a long sword, and thrust it towards the large tent behind the emperor.
The lights went out instantly, plunging the tent into darkness. The sword tip pierced through the emperor's neck, and she could feel the sword being pinched and twisted. Pan Yun's hand trembled, and she almost lost her grip on the sword.
Holding a sword in one hand and grabbing the emperor with the other, she threw him backward. The emperor trembled, seemingly unwilling to leave the chair, but Pan Jun pulled him up and hurled him in the direction Yun Yan was breathing. At the same time, she stomped her foot, and the ground beneath her feet turned into stone, which flew up and hit the emperor's chair and the curtain behind him...
"Hiding your head and showing your tail, do you know you can't be seen by anyone?" The stone was shaken away by the person inside, and Pan Yun took the opportunity to cut open the tent with her sword. The person inside dodged her attack but also came out of the tent.
When the two finally faced each other, Pan Yun noticed that he was bald, wearing a monk's robe, though the style was a bit strange. He was very tall, about 1.9 meters, with long limbs and thick exposed arms, as thick as her calves.
Their gazes fixed on him, and a solemn aura filled the air.
Pan Yun frowned: "A monk?"
Yun Yan was speechless at her ignorance, and while helping the emperor up, he said, "This is a lama!"
The emperor, still dizzy from the fall, corrected him: "A lama is also a monk. This is Tibetan Buddhism. The former Yuan emperor Kublai Khan was a Buddhist and granted special privileges to lamas. This is their national preceptor!"
At the same time, the curtains on all four sides were lifted, and eight lamas dressed in monks' robes came out one after another. They lowered their eyes and bowed slightly to the people surrounded in the middle, appearing very polite.
But Pan Jun didn't feel anything, because as they bowed, the formation was completed, two points became a surface, many surfaces became a bowl, and a golden light flashed, enveloping Pan Jun and the others inside.
The cover was right next to the tent, meaning they were fighting inside the same cover all day. No wonder the tent didn't move no matter how they fought; it turned out they had controlled the battlefield from the very beginning.
Pan Yun smiled, raised her sword, and turned to the silent, tall lama: "So afraid of me?"
After a moment of silence, the lama said, "The genius of the Central Plains is the top student at Longhu Mountain Academy. It's always better to be cautious."
Pan Yun: "I've come to bring back our emperor."
The lama looked at her and said, "Cultivators are not allowed to participate in politics. If they participate too much, they will die a terrible death."
Pan Yun: "Then what are you doing?"
The lama's lips curled slightly: "I am not a cultivator from the Central Plains; I do not cultivate karma." (End of Chapter)