Wuhun Luo Sanpao? I am the Dragon Emperor!

Chapter 334 Incorporation: The Blue Lightning Sect's Combat Forces in the Far North
When the three arrived at the entrance of the Red Guard Hunting Group's camp.

Three guards wearing bearskin coats immediately blocked their way with their spears.

"Halt! May I ask which captain you three have booked?"

The speaker was a burly man with a full beard, whose eyes swept over the three men warily.

Yu Xiaolie smiled slightly and raised his hand to the guard, saying, "I didn't make an appointment. Go in and announce that Yu Xiaolie has arrived."

"Yu Xiaolie?" The gatekeeper was taken aback, clearly not having heard of the name.

Hunting groups in the far north only recognize strength and reputation; no stranger would dare to give their name directly.
He was about to reprimand when his companion suddenly tugged at his arm, his face pale, and whispered, "Brother, that name... I feel like I've heard it somewhere before..."

Only then did the bearded gatekeeper realize what was happening, his pupils shrinking sharply, and he nearly dropped his spear. "Your Majesty the Dragon God?!"

The young guard next to him was even more dramatic, stumbling and falling to the ground in the snow. He scrambled to his feet and rushed back to the camp, shouting, "I...I'll go report right away!"

In no time, the entire camp erupted into chaos, like a hornet's nest that had been poked.

The tent flap was roughly pulled open, and one figure after another rushed out. Some people didn't even have time to put on their coats and ran out shirtless.

A group of Soul Emperors and Soul Saints all rushed to Yu Xiaolie's front.

"Xiao Lie is back? Is it really Yu Xiao Lie who's back?"

A man with a face full of scars ran at the front, his voice trembling with excitement.

"What Yu Xiaolie? He should be called Your Majesty the Dragon God now!"

A tall, thin man next to him was running and fastening his belt when he almost tripped over himself. It was none other than Chu Huaizhou, the former captain.

At the very front of the crowd, a burly man, as strong as a bear, suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He stared at Yu Xiaolie for two seconds, then suddenly rubbed his eyes hard: "My goodness! It really is Captain Xiaolie!"

He was about to pounce on her and give her a bear hug.

Yu Xiaolie smiled and raised his hand to block it: "Haote, long time no see."

Before he could finish speaking, Haote's eyes were already red, and he pounded his fists into his chest, shouting, "Captain Xiao Lie! I'm a captain now! Leading the team all by myself! Look—"

As he spoke, he turned around and pointed to ten burly men behind him, "These are all my brothers!"

Haote puffed out his chest, like a child showing off his achievements to his elders.

Just then, there was a commotion at the back of the crowd.

The crowd parted to make way, and a man with snow-white hair walked towards them, leaning on a cane and limping.

"Old Mo."

Commander Morris walked closer, looked Yu Xiaolie up and down, and suddenly his cloudy eyes welled up with tears: "It really is you, kid! Come inside and talk, come inside and talk!"

Morris quickly composed himself and patted Yu Xiaolie hard on the back, "Let the brothers have a good look at you!"

As he spoke, he turned around and roared, "What are you all standing there for? Prepare some hot wine! Lay out the best animal hides! We're not leaving until we're drunk!"

A cheer erupted from the crowd, who then escorted the three towards the large tent in the center of the camp.

On the way, we passed through the center of the camp.

A statue of a frigid holy dragon stands before you.

Those who rushed to the door to greet him were all squad leaders or people who had fought alongside Yu Xiaolie. After so many years of personnel changes, the Red Guard Hunting Group naturally had many new members who did not recognize Yu Xiaolie.

Seeing the commotion just now, and then seeing the regimental commander bring Yu Xiaolie in, these people started to discuss among themselves.

"Is that the legendary Dragon God who founded our hunting party?"

"That's right. Look at our hunting team's totem statue; it was made based on his martial spirit."

"I heard he made a name for himself when he was only a teenager!"

At this time.

A gentle voice rang in Shui Bing'er's ear.

Hello, little girl.

Upon hearing this, Shui Bing'er immediately looked up and saw a middle-aged man.

"My name is Chu Huaizhou. Thirty years ago, I fought a pack of snow demon wolves with your father in the ice cave."

As he spoke, he pointed to his left arm, where a hideous scar was visible.

"If it weren't for him, my arm would be useless."

Shui Bing'er listened intently, unaware that she had already walked to the front of the main tent. The moment the tent flap was lifted, a warm aroma mixed with the scent of roasted meat and ale wafted out.

The interior of the tent was more spacious than I had imagined, with a huge brazier burning in the center and low tables and cushions placed around it.

The walls were covered with various animal hides and weapons, but in the most conspicuous place hung a map that had turned yellow.

Morris invited the three of them to take the seats of honor, but insisted on sitting next to Yu Xiaolie himself.

Soon, steaming hot roasted meat and strong liquor filled the table.

Shui Bing'er held the warm deer milk in her hands, listening to the uncles and elders recount their father's "great achievements" back then.

"That time we were trapped in an ice crevasse for three days and three nights..."

"Remember that ancient ice bear? It's all thanks to His Majesty Little Lie...!"

"The most amazing time was on the glacier..."

After thirty rounds of drinks, Maurice suddenly sighed, and the atmosphere immediately quieted down.

"What's wrong?" Yu Xiaolie put down his wine glass and asked.

Morris shook his head and said with a wry smile, "Your Majesty, you have no idea how difficult things have been for the Hunting Group these past few years."

"Over the past thirty years, several new forces have emerged in the far north, and a 'White Bear Hunting Group' has appeared in the south, backed by the Spirit Hall, and has taken away many of our clients."
The Ice Fang Tribe to the west is also vying for our territory;

They've taken all the jobs from the big employers, and now the group only has about a hundred people left, mostly veteran members.

The tent fell silent instantly.

The uncles, who were just moments ago in high spirits, are now all bowing their heads and remaining silent.

Morris shook his head and suddenly coughed violently. Chu Huaizhou, who was next to him, quickly patted his back.

Yu Xiaolie remained silent for a moment, then suddenly stood up.

Everyone looked up at him, the light from the brazier casting dancing shadows on his face.

“Maurice”.

His voice was soft, yet it made everyone in the tent hold their breath: "Are you willing to bring your brothers and follow me?"

Morris looked up abruptly, a glint of light flashing in his cloudy old eyes: "You mean?"

"The Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan is in dire need of a combat force stationed in the far north."

Yu Xiaolie looked around at everyone, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Of course, all of this is entirely up to everyone's free will."

The tent was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Suddenly, Haote jumped up and knocked over the table: "Damn it! I've wanted to follow Captain Xiao Lie for a long time!"

His shout seemed to open a floodgate, and everyone else jumped up as well.

"Count me in!"

"Your Majesty the Dragon God, my life is yours!"

Morris stood up shakily, slamming his cane heavily on the ground: "Quiet!"

Once everyone quieted down, Morris took a deep breath and suddenly knelt on one knee. "Sect Master Xiao Lie, the entire Crimson Guard Hunting Group is willing to obey His Majesty the Dragon God's orders!"

With a whoosh, everyone in the tent knelt down in unison.

Shui Bing'er was startled by this scene and almost spilled the deer milk in her hand.

"The rules can't be broken," Maurice said loudly, turning to shout towards the door, "Send the order! Everyone assemble!"

A moment later, the open space in the center of the camp was filled with people.

The wind and snow continued to rage, but no one moved an inch.

Morris stood before the statue of the Frost Dragon, his voice booming: "Brothers! From today onwards, our Crimson Guard Hunting Group is officially incorporated into the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan!"

He pointed to Yu Xiaolie, "This is our eternal leader!"

With that, he suddenly drew his hunting knife from his waist, slashed his palm, and dripped blood onto the base of the Holy Dragon statue: "From now on, we swear to follow His Majesty the Dragon God to the death! We swear by blood that we will never betray him!"

Nearly a hundred people knelt on one knee, drew their hunting knives, and slashed their palms, performing a ritual only used during oaths, shouting loudly:

"We swear to follow His Majesty the Dragon God to the death! We swear by blood that we will never betray him!"

(End of this chapter)