novelraw Chapter 72 : Divine General Yue Fei
Chapter 72 : Divine General Yue Fei
Chapter 72: Divine General Yue Fei
【Remaining Fortune: Purple ×12, Blue ×54, Green ×167, White ×984】
For ten prosperous years, Anxi Prefecture had flourished. Its population surged, and Jiang Zhaoming had won the hearts of the people. The fortune he had accumulated also grew tremendously.
Even though he had spent much of it over the years exchanging for Life Fates, Wonders, and Divine Artifacts, the remaining fortune was still vast.
He sank into the River of Fortune, forcing himself to stay calm.
What did Anxi need most to face the threat of Great Jin?
A commander!
Though the generals under his command had improved, few could command the entire army and stand alone in battle.
Only Wan Donglai, who had reached the peak of the Myriad Phenomena Realm, barely qualified.
To confront the regular armies of Great Jin, at least one Golden Body Realm great general was needed to hold the central command!
“Then let’s see if I can find one…”
Jiang Zhaoming activated his Qi-Observing Eye Art, lowering his gaze toward the River of Fortune.
After advancing to the Divine Power Realm, his eye art could peer even deeper.
Now, he could faintly sense the powerful red glows of Fortune resting at the bottom of the river.
Each red light stirred his heart, but he restrained himself.
After all, though Anxi Prefecture had thrived for ten years, all his accumulation could only condense one strand of red fortune.
Moreover, using it recklessly might not yield better results than ten strands of purple fortune.
Jiang Zhaoming began to search carefully, scanning past one purple Life Fate after another.
In the end, disappointment welled in his chest.
Most of these purple-fated generals were merely at the Great Completion of the Divine Power Realm; only a few had reached the early Myriad Phenomena Realm.
Though powerful, they were far from capable of handling this scale of war.
And many of those early Myriad Phenomena Realm generals were obscure figures in history—small commanders with limited potential.
Jiang Zhaoming estimated their upper limit would remain there.
Meanwhile, men like Cheng Yaojin, Zhao Shuijiao, and Qin Wei, though not powerful yet, had all reached the Profound Core Realm in their prime and retained fragments of their cultivation memories, still having room to grow.
“Could it be… I really need to rely on those red fortunes?”
Jiang Zhaoming pondered deeply.
He had indeed seen many divine heroes in the depths of the river, most of them powerful generals of the Golden Body Realm.
Among them were not only human generals but even Western dragons and other extraordinary beings.
After upgrading his fortune, Jiang Zhaoming spent some blue fortune to enhance his fishing boat and rod.
The boat expanded from six zhang long to twenty-four zhang—looking like a wooden warship.
【Remaining Fortune: Red ×1, Purple ×2, Blue ×50, Green ×167, White ×984】
After finishing everything, Jiang Zhaoming summoned the strand of red fortune.
The moment it appeared in his hand, all the white, green, and blue fortunes below fled at terrifying speed.
Even the purple fortunes reacted a heartbeat later and quickly began to retreat.
Jiang Zhaoming was astonished. Just by summoning the red fortune, he had caused such a violent reaction.
Then, he saw the hidden red fortunes in the depths start to rise.
【Divine Hero · Apollos】: Grand Commander of the High Sanctum Knights from the Dawn Plane, approximately at the mid-stage of the Golden Body Realm.
【Divine Hero · Yutrasis】: An adult red dragon from the Arcane Plane, approximately at the late-stage of the Golden Body Realm.
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One after another, the red fortunes surfaced beneath Jiang Zhaoming’s ship, quietly waiting.
Jiang Zhaoming took a deep breath, deciding to sift through them carefully.
After all, these strong beings from various planes each possessed unique systems and battle styles.
Some were outstanding solo combatants, but ill-suited for commanding troops.
Jiang Zhaoming needed not just a powerhouse—he needed a general capable of leading entire armies.
His gaze swept across the river as he willed his oar to move the boat forward.
Wherever he went, the enormous red fish followed closely behind.
The farther he traveled, the more colossal beings gathered in his wake.
At last, one divine hero caught Jiang Zhaoming’s eye.
Not only was this figure familiar, but he also seemed different from the others.
【Divine Hero · Yue Fei (Fragment)】: A general from the Yun Song era, bearing the soul of unwavering loyalty and righteousness, a martial master of divine skill. Though incomplete, his strength was at the late Golden Body Realm. Proficient in commanding armies and formations, he was an unparalleled general of Yun Song.
Staring at the fortune representing Yue Fei—especially the word “Fragment” in its description—Jiang Zhaoming fell silent.
What exactly did that word mean?
He could not figure it out through mere thought.
So, he decided to fish Yue Fei out and see for himself.
After all, a Golden Body Realm general adept in army leadership and formations was perfect to command all of Anxi’s troops.
With his decision made, Jiang Zhaoming focused below the boat.
Dozens of crimson, blood-like fish shadows churned beneath the River of Fortune. To cast the sole red bait precisely toward Yue Fei was no easy task.
Holding his breath, Jiang Zhaoming locked his sharp gaze on the solitary crimson giant fish apart from the others—the shadow of Yue Fei.
In a flash, he wrapped the precious red fortune around the upgraded hook.
Buzz!
The hook flared with dazzling crimson light, radiating an indescribably alluring aura.
In an instant, the river boiled.
All the crimson fish below went berserk, surging forward like a frenzy of sharks drawn to blood, crashing and colliding, churning up towering waves of fortune.
The entire River of Fortune trembled from their struggle!
Jiang Zhaoming’s mind stretched thin, delicately controlling the irresistible bait suspended in midair above the river.
The crimson fish below fought in utter chaos, countless maws opening wide to seize the nearest spot to the bait.
Yet the one belonging to Yue Fei remained aloof in its corner, utterly unmoved by temptation, as if detached from all the surrounding frenzy.
Such unshakable will—was this the resolve of a true divine general?
Jiang Zhaoming frowned. It seemed the higher the grade of fortune, the greater its “sentience” became.
Had these red fortunes begun to choose their summoners? Or was Yue Fei’s fortune the only one like this?
“Forget it—how should I draw him in?”
He pondered.
In the next moment, inspiration struck. He activated his divine manifestation and summoned his Dao Seed Golden Sword.
A surge of upright, unyielding resolve to protect his homeland poured through the invisible fishing line, flooding into the crimson bait.
At that instant, the crimson fish in the corner suddenly trembled violently.
A vast, timeless aura of loyalty and patriotism erupted from within its being, as though a sleeping volcano had awoken.
This majestic righteousness resonated fiercely with Jiang Zhaoming’s protective intent.
The red fortune bound to the hook seemed to respond to that resonance, breaking free of its restraint.
It transformed into a crimson streak, ripping through the river faster than any other red fish could sense—
Ignoring all the snapping, lunging mouths around it, like an arrow of destiny, it shot straight into the maw of Yue Fei’s fortune-fish.
In that instant—
The entire River of Fortune quaked as though struck by a star from the heavens.
A massive crimson beam surged skyward.
Yue Fei’s crimson fish expanded, solidified, exuding an awe-inspiring, suffocating might.
The clash of iron and steel, the killing aura of battlefields that devoured the world, mixed with a boundless will of loyal sacrifice—a red-blooded dragon of war awakening from millennia of slumber.
Without Jiang Zhaoming’s urging, the crimson fish let out a silent roar that shook the void.
Then it broke free from the river’s bounds and leapt skyward.
Light converged, condensing into a blood-red card, heavy with killing intent and unwavering loyalty, falling steadily into Jiang Zhaoming’s palm.
Upon its surface, a name seemed to bear the weight of a thousand mountains:
Divine General! Yue Fei!