infodatos Chapter 23 New Skill: A Slight Smile, a Mind-Lowering Package!
Chapter 23 New Skill: A Slight Smile, a Mind-Lowering Package!
Liu Jingshuang lay on his chest, her breathing still not calm.
Wei Zhao placed one hand on her smooth back and the other behind his head, staring at the transparent panel in front of him that only he could see.
After all that fuss, he discovered something very interesting—his physical performance in this area also improved significantly after his physique reached over 100.
Liu Jingshuang clearly sensed the difference.
Several times during the encounter, she bit his shoulder and groaned, her eyes reddening.
This woman, who kills without blinking an eye on the battlefield, was as soft as water beneath him.
But these are all minor matters.
Wei Zhao's attention was entirely focused on that panel.
The template upgrade notification has disappeared, replaced by a brand new line of bright gold text.
[Congratulations, host! Your God of Slaughter template has been upgraded to level 3!]
[Unlock Active Skill: A Slight Smile!]
Wei Zhao raised an eyebrow.
A slight smile?
What kind of weird name is this?
He continued reading.
[Skill Description: Even if the enemy has a thousand troops, I will just smile and say – you all are trash.]
[Effect: Top-tier taunt! When cast on a general hostile to the host, the target's agitation doubles, their judgment is greatly impaired, and they are more prone to making impulsive decisions!]
[How to use: Simply smile at the target to trigger this.]
Wei Zhao was stunned for three seconds.
Then he laughed.
It wasn't just a slight smile; it was almost a burst of laughter.
Isn't this just a fucking brain-degrading package?!
Does smiling at the enemy general cause them to become impulsive, reckless, and foolish?
Wei Zhao lay on the bed, his mind racing.
What was he most worried about before?
After three days outside the city, Quan Ya Shigeru noticed that the Wei family army showed no signs of collapsing and suddenly realized something was wrong—they might have a backup plan!
What if, at that time, Inuya Shigeru had chosen to make a drastic decision, ignoring Huo Qingluan's heavily armored army behind him, and retreated directly with his cavalry?
More than 200,000 elite cavalrymen ran across the grasslands, and the Wei family army couldn't catch up with them.
Although we might win, it would be like letting a tiger return to the mountains, greatly diminishing the gains.
Wei Zhao wanted to wipe out the entire 500,000-strong Northern Rong army. He wouldn't let a single one escape.
He wasn't entirely confident before.
There is now.
A slight smile!
If you use this skill on Inuyasha at the crucial moment, that one-eyed wolf cub will turn into a mad dog that's gone berserk.
What will the people in charge do?
They will fight to the death. They will not retreat.
They might think, "I'm sure I can win."
Quan Ya Mao was arrogant and looked down on the people of the Central Plains. He thought that the Wei family army would be lambs to the slaughter if they ran out of food.
Should we add another layer of intelligence-lowering buff to him?
He would remain stubbornly outside Yanmen Pass, waiting to "starve" the Wei family army.
Three days.
It only takes three days.
As soon as Su Qingyun's grain convoy arrived, the food crisis was immediately resolved.
When the time comes, the well-fed and well-rested Wei family army will open the city gates and launch an attack. The Northern Rong army, which has been starving for three days, will be blocked by the iron wall of Yanmen Pass in front of them and Huo Qingluan's 50,000 heavily armored troops behind them, cutting off their retreat.
To catch a turtle in a jar.
Five hundred thousand people, wiped out in one fell swoop.
Wei Zhao stared at the numbers on the panel, his breathing becoming heavy.
Based on the calculation that ten enemy soldiers are exchanged for one point of Killing Power...
Five hundred thousand heads.
That's 50,000 Killing God Points!
Adding to the existing 3,500+ points...
His total killing power soared to over 50,000!
How many attribute points are needed?
How many free allocation points are needed?
Wei Zhao dared not think about it anymore.
If he thought about it any further, he was afraid he would rush out right now, open the city gates, and shout at Inuya Shigeru—"Don't go! You're all my experience points!"
What are you laughing at?
Liu Jingshuang's voice came from his chest in a muffled tone, with a hint of languor.
Wei Zhao looked down at her.
The candlelight was dim, and the woman, who was as cold as a drawn sword during the day, still had a flushed face around her eyes, and her hair was disheveled and stuck to his chest.
"Thinking of Shigeru Inuyasha."
Liu Jingshuang's body stiffened.
She raised her head, her phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and the softness on her face vanished almost instantly.
"You think of him at a time like this?"
The tone was unfriendly.
Wei Zhao quickly tried to remedy the situation:
"How do you want him to die?"
Liu Jingshuang stared at him for two seconds, snorted, and lay back down.
"The supplies will arrive in three days, and he will naturally die."
Her fingers traced circles on Wei Zhao's chest, her tone returning to its usual calm:
"You should be thinking about how to fight once the supplies arrive."
"A frontal assault, a divided encirclement, or a three-pronged attack with one side remaining?"
Wei Zhao shook his head: "Surrounding the three gates is to give them a way out, to let them escape."
"I don't want to give them a way out."
Liu Jingshuang's fingers stopped.
She looked up again, and this time her eyes had changed.
It was neither the languidness of before nor the coldness of the daytime.
It is a deep gaze, filled with scrutiny and inquiry.
"You want to annihilate them all?"
"Five hundred thousand people, not a single one will be released."
Wei Zhao spoke calmly, as if he were stating something perfectly natural.
Liu Jingshuang remained silent for a few moments.
"Nine lives lost in the Wei family." Her voice lowered.
"Even annihilating 500,000 Northern Rong soldiers... wouldn't be enough to repay the debt."
These words were spoken softly, but Wei Zhao sensed their weight.
He didn't reply, but simply reached out and tucked Liu Jingshuang's loose hair behind her ear.
When his fingertips touched her earlobe, Liu Jingshuang's eyelashes trembled.
"but……"
Wei Zhao's hand slid down her back, and his tone suddenly changed.
"I'm more concerned about something else right now than what will happen three days from now."
Before Liu Jingshuang could react, her waist was suddenly tightened, and she was flipped over.
"Wei Zhao!"
She gasped, bracing herself against his chest with both hands, her phoenix eyes wide with surprise.
Wei Zhao looked at her with a smile.
"Two, two, three, four, one more time."
Liu Jingshuang's face immediately turned red.
It wasn't a shy red, but a red of anger and embarrassment.
"Are you crazy? What you just did—"
She swallowed her words before she could finish.
Because she sensed it.
Wei Zhao's physical condition is completely different from before.
It's not that it's recovered, it's that it's even more vigorous than before.
The power emanating from deep within the muscles felt so intense it was almost burning hot to the touch, even through the skin.
She sensed something was off during their intimate moment—his chest was harder than yesterday, and the strength in his arms was ridiculously great. Several times she even wondered if she was holding a piece of iron pillar covered with a layer of skin, rather than a person.
Ten days ago, he was a sickly person who couldn't even stand up, but now he's full of energy.
"Your body..."
Liu Jingshuang pressed on the muscles of his chest, her brows furrowing slightly.
"A secret passed down in the Taoist temple!"
"Just feel it carefully!"
Wei Zhao lowered his head and whispered something in her ear.
Liu Jingshuang's ears burned instantly, she bit her lower lip, and the anger in her phoenix eyes was gradually replaced by something else.
She stopped struggling.
Outside the window, the north wind howled.
The torches on the Yanmen Pass city wall flickered in the wind, but could not illuminate the tightly closed bedroom.
Three miles outside the city, the camp of Quan Ya Mao was brightly lit.
The 500,000-strong Northern Rong army began to set up camp, with campfires forming a continuous expanse, like stars scattered across the wasteland.
Standing in front of the command tent, Quan Ya Shigeru stared at the dark outline of the Yanmen Pass city wall, his single eye filled with determination.
Three days.
He can wait.
Deep inside the commander's tent, the scholar in his dusty Confucian robe sat in a corner, writing something by the light of a tiny oil lamp.
The brush is held suspended by the wrist, and the strokes are made with extreme lightness.
After writing the last word, he rolled the paper into a thin tube and tucked it into the leg ring of a carrier pigeon.
The carrier pigeons fluttered out of the tent and disappeared into the night.
The direction it flew was not the grassland.
Instead—it's inside Yanmen Pass!