I really became a king.

Chapter 12: The Night of Counterattack
"That's right. We, the independent cultivators, don't even have the most basic resources for cultivation. Now the opportunity has come. Either we risk our lives once, or just go home and wait to die." Granny Jinhua also stood up with the help of a cane.

"That's right, I, Jin Biao, don't want to be hunted down by Prince Duan's Mansion in the future."

"It's not that I'm not sure. Didn't the prince of Prince Duan say he has a trump card?" the skinny man said with a stiff expression.

He left behind a trump card two years ago. This young prince from Prince Duan's Mansion is definitely a man with deep scheming.

"Alas, if I'm not mistaken, there are definitely more people than just us who are trying to kill Fan Muqiu this time. The young prince must have a backup plan. Unless he deliberately wants to die, we have no choice..."

Everyone in the room looked at each other, and finally seemed to reach a consensus, and all turned their heads to Luo Yishou. Luo Yishou secretly breathed a sigh of relief, finally living up to his trust.

At the same time, in the Dali Imperial Capital Patrol Army, Cao Yude sat there with his eyes closed, seemingly resting, but his fingers rubbing from time to time showed that he was not calm inside.

"General, time is running out. What should we do now?" a trusted general asked in a low voice.

What should I do? If I knew what to do, would I still be hesitating here? I knew that those pills were not so easy to get back then.

If the soldiers surrounded Prince Duan's mansion, Cao Yude would definitely not do it, but would just keep a close eye on the movements in the mansion. Once fighting broke out in the mansion, he would immediately send troops to quell the rebellion. It seemed that he really did his best, and not only was he not guilty, he seemed to have done a good deed.

Besides, Prince Duan was one of the strong contenders for the throne in the future, and he loved this prince the most. He also had the prince's handwritten order in his hands, so it seemed reasonable for him to kill people to quell the rebellion. Besides, wealth and honor are sought in danger, so it would be a good idea to make a secret bet in advance.
Thinking of this, Cao Yude opened his eyes, looked at the several confidants below him and said in a deep voice: "You all accepted a Blood God Pill from the young prince back then, and you have also received a lot of favors in the past few years. Now is the time to fulfill your promise."

"Pass on my order. Tonight, the soldiers and horses must stay in full armor and guard the palace. If there is a riot in Prince Duan's mansion, immediately surround the palace, set up a battle formation, and kill anyone who tries to escape from the palace."

"Remember, no matter what the other party says, as long as he doesn't have this token in his hand, he will be killed without mercy!" After saying this, he raised a black token in his hand with murderous intent.

"Yes!"

Jiang Yi stood at the door of the hall, silently watching the maids and servants who were chattering and playing shuttlecock in the yard. His face was calm, and after a while, he walked out.

"You guys play here, don't leave this courtyard, I'm going to go to my mother."

"Young prince, are you going to the princess? I'll go with you." Xiangling, blushing, stopped and wanted to catch up.

"No need!" Jiang Yi said without turning his head.

Xiangling stuck out her tongue. It was the first time in two years that she heard the prince speak in such a stern tone. She stopped and stopped chasing after him.

Walking to the door, Jiang Yi glanced at the two eunuchs guarding the door and said softly, "Remember what I told you to do!"

"Yes, please rest assured, Your Highness!" The two young eunuchs responded in unison.

Jiang Yi nodded and walked straight towards the Snow Garden.

It’s a windy, dark, and murderous night, and the counterattack will happen tonight!

There is a densely forested hill to the north of the Dali Imperial Capital, called Huxiao Ridge.

At this time, Huxiao Ridge was in a mess, with more than a dozen corpses lying on the ground. Only a row of three riders stood there. Two of them had their clothes stained with blood and looked a little listless. The leader was Fan Muqiu, the steward of Prince Duan's Mansion.

"Manager Fan, why are there so many robbers along the way? This is the fourth wave already." said a eunuch.

"What's so strange about this? What's most abundant these days is bandits who roam the mountains and forests like tigers." said another eunuch.

Fan Muqiu was somewhat suspicious whether there was some conspiracy behind all this, but looking at the corpses on the ground, none of them were people with high cultivation levels. They should indeed be robbers who were just unafraid of death.

"I think I'm overthinking it. It's more important to do the right thing."

Thinking of what was going to happen in Prince Duan's Mansion tonight, he felt a twisted excitement in his heart. After tonight, the Mansion would have a new owner. That woman had been oppressing him for nearly ten years.

Especially in the past two years, he has been suppressing me everywhere and even standing up for that impostor. Humph, if I hadn't spent most of my energy in recent years on suppressing the poison in my body, it's hard to say who would suppress whom.

"Now that the prince has come out of seclusion ahead of schedule, everything should be over. When I finish my business and return, I will be the true chief steward."

"And that Lan Fu, the young prince is extremely dissatisfied with her inaction in the past two years..."

"Ok?"

Not long after walking, Fan Muqiu stopped when he saw the official road in front of him blocked by huge rocks.

"What bad luck! We have to take a detour again..." complained a eunuch.

"No, this is all a conspiracy. Return to Prince Duan's Mansion immediately!"

Fan Muqiu didn't hesitate at all. He squeezed his legs together and turned the bull beast around. At this moment, footsteps were heard in the jungle in the distance. There must be a lot of people.

"As expected by the young prince, this is the final burial place of General Manager Fan."

A figure walked out of the dense forest, and behind him, hundreds of martial arts practitioners dispersed and gathered around little by little.

"Lu Fan, it's you, what are you doing?" Fan Muqiu's expression did not change.

"I'm sending you off on the orders of the young prince!" Lu Fan's tone was filled with deep hatred.

"Which little prince?"

"Which little prince are you talking about? Of course it's the Crown Prince."

"Him? That fake? What is he trying to do? What a wishful thinking!" Fan Muqiu was also shocked, and finally realized that he had been fooled in the past two years. He was just a waste who didn't practice martial arts.

"Alas, Lu Fan, you have been deceived by him. Turn back. I can forgive you for the past. Don't waste your talent in vain." Fan Muqiu did not care about the other hundreds of warriors. In his eyes, they were just ants.

Seeing that the other party was unmoved, he frowned and said, "Don't forget that only I can extend the lives of your parents. Do you not care about your parents' lives?"

Lu Fan shook his head: "Don't bother, Mr. Fan. The young prince has already cured my parents."

Then her feminine face turned ferocious: "Fan Muqiu, do you know how long I have been waiting for this day!"

How could I not hate him? Just to make him loyal to me, he used a deadly poison to control the lives of his parents and caused the deaths of his younger brothers and sisters.

Fan Muqiu was getting more and more shocked. Was all this planned by that fake guy who was a waste in his eyes?

"Just you? You want to kill me, Fan Muqiu?" Seeing that nothing could be changed, Fan Muqiu didn't waste any more breath.

After Jiang Zhongbao came out of confinement early, he was given a detoxifying elixir. The toxins in his body were basically eliminated, and he was no longer the sickly man he used to be.

"Yes, if I kill you, things will change in Prince Duan's Mansion after tonight!" Lu Fan said.

"Change the world? A useless martial arts guy who can't practice martial arts dares to change the world?" Although he was getting more and more shocked, a useless martial arts guy couldn't change the world.

"Haha, a martial arts loser? I'm afraid some people have gone blind in recent years." Lu Fan sneered, "As far as I know, the prince has already cultivated the "Taishang Thunder Sutra" to the fourth level."

The fourth level? Impossible. I would use secret methods to check on him every day. He was simply a loser who couldn't practice martial arts. How could he possibly practice to the fourth level?
Moreover, the "Taishang Lei Jing" can only be practiced by those of the royal bloodline of Dali. How can he, a fake, practice it?
If this is true, then Crown Prince Jiang Zhongbao would be in real danger. As far as he knew, the Crown Prince's Tai Shang Lei Jing had barely broken through the third level.

"Kill these people first, then sneak back to the palace to investigate. If the other party really succeeds, change the plan and rush to the northern border to report to the prince immediately." Fan Muqiu thought about it in his mind.

“Haha, a bunch of rabble, the highest level of cultivation is only the fifth level of Jianghe Realm, and you still want to kill me? Let me show you the true strength of the seventh level of martial arts!”

Fan Muqiu took a step forward, without even mobilizing the blood force in his body, but the surging force of the torrent came towards him, almost suffocating him.

This is the seventh realm of martial arts, the Mountain Soul Realm, the true watershed of martial arts, transcending the ordinary and becoming a saint. Below the Mountain Soul Realm, everyone is an ant!
"Go ahead! After you die, Prince Duan's Mansion will be the support of your descendants, and the resources for cultivation are endless!" Lu Fan shouted sharply.

"Thank you, young prince, for your cultivation!"

"kill!"

Among the hundreds of people behind him, more than a dozen figures jumped out and rushed towards Fan Muqiu with a determined look on their faces.

Humph! A mob, like a moth to a flame. Fan Muqiu did not make any move. His body had disappeared from the spot. When he reappeared, he was already among more than a dozen figures. No one could see his movements clearly.

With just one move, more than a dozen warriors were beheaded. Fan Muqiu licked the blood on his right index finger, with a bloodthirsty smile on his face. With the blood splashed on his face, he looked very ferocious. This is the Mountain Soul Realm, where killing people is like killing ants.

But soon, Fan Muqiu's face turned into a look of horror:
"Huh? Oh no, what is this!?"

Lu Fan let out a long sigh, and was full of admiration for his master. He had really planned everything out. He had calculated Hu Xiaoling's plan and even took into account the other party's habit of licking blood after killing people with his bare hands. In this way, the last trump card would not be used.

"He is now poisoned and his cultivation is only at the peak of the fifth realm. Let's kill him together!"

"After the matter is accomplished, the young prince will take charge of Prince Duan's Mansion!"

"You are no longer rootless duckweed, you will be the first batch of trusted members of the young prince, with all kinds of skills, elixirs, and spiritual stones!"

When Lu Fan just said the first sentence, the remaining nearly 100 warriors, led by Luo Yishou, Golden Snake Granny, Yin Jiu and others, had already charged forward.

Fortune and wealth are achieved through risk, and they have no other way out!
(End of this chapter)