Wangchuan Calendar Year 973.
Luo Si was falsely accused by his kin, died tragically with no remains, not admitted to the ancestral hall, his grievances turned him into a vengeful spirit, falling into the Netherworld.
Wangchuan Calendar Year 974.
His soul body was corroded by resentment, drifting aimlessly by the banks of the River of Oblivion, nearly dispersing. He received guidance from the Grey Bone Elder, was taught the mental method of "Song of Oblivion," purifying his obsessions with Wangchuan water, and swore to repay his debt.
Wangchuan Calendar Year 980.
Enlisted, appointed as Squad Leader.
Led five decaying soldiers to set a water vortex trap at the Stranded Beach, ambushing and killing the bandit leader. First demonstrated his talent in naval warfare and was promoted to Centurion.
Wangchuan Calendar Year 982.
In the Escort Battle at Yellow Turban River, piloted a broken boat to lure the enemy, using hidden currents to counterattack and kill the Nine Netherworld water bandits, capturing enemy vessels. Earned the honorary title "Wangchuan Water Brave" and was promoted to Centurion of the Black Water Army. After the battle, personally drafted the "Ten Rules of Boat Operation" to train new soldiers, achieving significant results.
Wangchuan Calendar Year 986.
Used a hundred light boats to create a feigned array, luring the dead army into a shallow bay, secretly accumulating water force for three days, suddenly unleashing a vortex to annihilate three thousand enemies. Promoted to Deputy General.
Wangchuan Calendar Year 990.
Defended Broken Dragon Gorge against the White Bone Fleet.
Besieged by the White Bone Fleet for more than three months, nearly running out of ammunition and food, he fished to calm the army’s morale. During fishing, he understood the military art strategy "Storing Scales by the Abyss."
Proactively abandoned large ships and used thousands of small boats to launch a nighttime raid, like ants overwhelming, destroying several of the enemy’s large ships.
The White Bone Fleet retreated, Luo Si successfully saved himself, heavily injured, and was awarded the title "Abyssal Ghost General."
Wangchuan Calendar Year 993.
Transferred to Beilu Immortal City to recuperate while serving as Commander of the City Guard Army.
Suppressed the riot at Smiling Face Gambling House.
Purified the Resentful Infant Alley.
Wangchuan Calendar Year 995.
External enemies invaded, the Immortal City Lord of Jianbing fell, Luo Si was specially appointed as temporarily acting City Lord and Commander of the City Guard Army.
Surveyed the reefs for seven days, adjusted the flow to dissolve the river’s icy surge, ensuring the supply route remained unblocked.
Detected the Devouring Spirit Worms and repelled them with Soul Waves, protecting ninety percent of the medicine fields, thwarting the enemy’s plot.
Wangchuan Calendar Year 996.
Pacified the violent uprising of fierce spirits in the Ice Cave, without damaging the seal.
Wangchuan Calendar Year 997.
Successfully completed special training at Bone Erosion Beach, creating the species Frost Prison Sentinel of Still Thought.
Wangchuan Calendar Year 998.
Promoted to Commander of the Northwest Frost Halberd Army.
Guarded the frontier, slaying thousands of enemies, making the Ghost Wolf Group afraid to invade, the border remained peaceful.
Wangchuan Calendar Year 999.
Ordered to attack the Mortal World White Paper Immortal City, serving as a temporary Commander-in-Chief.
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Sun Lingtong finished reading Luo Si’s record, sighed and said, "I didn’t expect Luo Si, the Ghost General, to have only been deceased in the Netherworld for two or three decades, yet he has already achieved the position of a Chief Commander."
Zeng Jide withdrew his Divine Sense: "He received guidance from the Grey Bone Elder; I suspect there’s a plan behind this. Luo Si’s career was too smoothly paved, step by step."
Sun Lingtong frowned: "Why did the Nascent Soul Cultivator rush here, requesting Luo Si’s record? Could it be..."
Zeng Jide said: "These officials’ records are akin to the Life Plates and Soul Lamps of a Super Sect, a powerful constraint method."
"What else could it be?"
"It’s nothing more than using this record to deal with Luo Si."
"Seems like this Luo Si is not obedient and needs a good lesson."
Sun Lingtong nodded, his guess was the same.
Couldn’t help but worry: "The Wangchuan Underworld’s attitude towards Luo Si has abruptly worsened, could it be because he withdrew at the last moment, deliberately let the enemy flood in, causing suspicion?"
The Altar Battlefield.
The torrent of military art rampaged in the Forbidden Army’s position, almost instantly crippling the entire defense.
Both sides were so shocked, only the screams of the severely wounded echoed, the sounds of military art raging wildly.
Countless gazes, like sharp arrows, pierced towards Luo Si.
If these gazes could kill, Luo Si would have long been pierced by ten thousand arrows, dead beyond doubt.
Yet, under all eyes, Luo Si remained calm, as if he was not the one who turned the tide of battle with a counter attack.
His eyes were even a little unfocused, looking at the military art "Storing Scales by the Abyss" before him, recalling the moment of enlightenment...
Broken Dragon Gorge, named for its appearance.
On both sides, jagged black rocks intertwined like the fangs of giant beasts, gripping tight the most treacherous and rapid section of the waterway.
The turbid waves roared, crashing onto the gorge walls, shattering into a sky full of foul Yin Qi mist, yet again merging into the endless flow.
Luo Si, at that time still just a Deputy General, was commanded to guard this crucial checkpoint, intercepting the main force of the White Bone Fleet’s invasion.
For over three months of fierce battle, most of Luo Si’s warships were destroyed, arrows, talismans, and other supplies exhausted, the array becoming harder to repair.
The temporary and crude Water Village built deep in the gorge, like decaying wood swaying in the storm, besieged heavily by the White Bone Fleet. The ever-present Yin wind over the river carried whispers of despair as it passed through the Water Village.
Luo Si had exhausted every means, certain that no reinforcements would come.
He knew he was in a dire situation, without hope, unwilling as his great vengeance remained unavenged.
The army’s morale, like a tightly stretched bowstring, was on the verge of snapping.
Luo Si knew he must stabilize the army’s morale.
Otherwise, the next moment would be doomed to failure.
Until the very last moment, he was unwilling to give up, despite seeing no hope.
Military provisions and supplies were depleted.
To stabilize the army’s morale, he must seek another way.
Fortunately, he enjoyed fishing, making it simpler.
Daily at dusk, when the White Bone Fleet’s offensive eased, he would go alone to the most prominent rock at the gorge mouth. Below the rock, the Wangchuan main stream and the rapids of the Netherworld River converged, whirlpools and undercurrents teeming, Yin wind gusting.
He donned no armor, wearing only a black garment, holding a fishing rod, casting the line, and fishing.
Every cast, every gaze he made at the subtle ripples on the water’s surface, carried an almost martyr-like dedication and tranquility. Silence enveloped him, bizarrely shrouding the entire Water Village as well.