Wan Jian returns to his clan!

Chapter 173 The Moon Shines Brightly Over the East Sea, Rouge Loses Her Ear

"Are there really five boats full of purple flame shells and blood jade coral, and another boat full of gold and silver treasures?"

The Zhu family estate in Changshan County stands against the mountain, with neat houses, a grand hall, and trees and flowers that are arranged like soldiers in a camp, in rows and columns.

At this moment, inside the council hall, it was like an imperial court holding a court session. At the far end of the middle was Zhu San Taiye, Zhu Longhe, sitting on a tall chair, just like a grand marshal in a command tent.

The two rows on the left and right were the descendants of the various branches of the Zhu family of Changshan, all standing solemnly with a fierce aura between their brows and eyes.

Under these circumstances, Cui Wenya, the playboy who used to swagger around Donghai County, secretly felt uneasy.

Thinking to himself that if he had known this would happen, he would have preferred to switch places with his second brother, have him come to the Zhu family as a mediator, and then go to Yuhuan Ridge to deal with Rouge Tiger Xu San Niang.

Although the people there were fierce, they naturally held a greater degree of awe for officials and powerful families, and dared not act rashly.

Unlike here, where Master Zhu is.

This man had commanded a large army in the first half of his life, managing his household like an army, and was the absolute ruler of the Zhu family in Changshan. A single wrong answer would not result in execution, but physical punishment was inevitable.

The other party wouldn't give face to the Cui family.

The Cui and Zhu families often intermarried, with the aunt of one family being the aunt of the other. The children of both families were very close, with both competition and subtle rivalry.

Under such circumstances, when Zhu San Taiye flew into a rage and beat him, he could only blame his bad luck.

"Yes, Third Master, Brother Yuanqing and I are like brothers. We often feast and gather together. There are some things he has never hidden from me. This time, Mingxintang's wealth is countless, and I personally saw five ships of precious medicines. I even contacted the prefectural government through the ships. How could it be fake?"

My poor brother Yuanqing, caught off guard, was killed by Lu Wubing. Hundreds of his men suffered, and all the treasures he had acquired were stolen. It is truly heartbreaking for me.”

Cui Wenya was well-read and usually held himself to the standards of a scholar. His humorous poems were often recited at Wanhualou and Lvliuju, making him a prominent figure in Dongjun.

When recounting past events, his singing and recitation were both superb…

After a bout of pounding their chests and stamping their feet, all the members of the Zhu family in the hall were filled with righteous indignation.

They wished they could take Lu Wubing's head and seize all five boatloads of precious medicine and three boatloads of gold and silver treasures.

That property originally belonged to my Zhu family. How dare your Tianxing Sect, with only a few dozen people, take it all? It's outrageous!

Moreover, daring to kill a direct descendant of my Zhu family is truly courting death.

The hall erupted in a commotion.

"Quiet."

As Zhu San Taiye raised his eyebrows slightly, a murderous aura immediately surged through the White Tiger Hall, chilling everyone to the bone. It was as if they could see thousands of cavalry sweeping across the plains, their battle cries shaking the heavens.

Stimulated by the deathly aura, Cui Wenya felt as if she had been doused with cold water, her heart chilled and her mind went completely blank.

All he heard was the other person asking, "Are you saying that Lu Wubing, with only thirty or forty men, wiped out Yuan Qing's entire group and even defeated five hundred soldiers from the Jinghai Division?"

"Yes."

Cui Wenya didn't dare to say a word more.

"Indeed a young hero, truly remarkable. However, even if Ouyang Zheng himself came before me, he would not dare to utter a single presumptuous word. As a senior, I am truly unwilling to bully the weak, but that brat is too arrogant, so I have no choice but to reluctantly take his head and send it to Tianxing Peak."

"Third Uncle, wait a moment. That Lu Wubing is known as the 'Southern Sword,' and he cannot be regarded as an ordinary junior. I personally witnessed him during the Three Lineages Grand Competition of Tianxing Peak. He is not an ignorant and rebellious person. Although he is young, he has a profound demeanor and a deep understanding of the world. Compared with Ouyang Zheng, he is even more outstanding. This matter needs to be discussed carefully."

On the right, a middle-aged man with a large belly and shrewd eyes frowned and advised, "Although Yuanqing is a filial son, he has done poorly this time. Perhaps he wanted to achieve something, but he resorted to trickery and plunder, plotting to kill Cheng Lin and Wen Yuan, and swallowing up Mingxintang. He has needlessly made enemies..."

"Shut up, Fourth Brother. You are known as the 'Golden Calculator,' shrewd and calculating, but you can't even scheme against your own family. You lack a bit of kinship."

With your reputation, everyone in the martial arts world adores you; wherever you go, people give you face. But have you ever considered where that face came from?
If Lu Wubing, a mere junior, were to dare to defecate and urinate on the Zhu family's head, wouldn't we be laughed at by the world, making everyone think that the Zhu family has declined and is no longer what it used to be?

Grandpa Zhu was old but still had a fiery temper. He slammed his palm on the armrest next to the chair, causing the fine purple nanmu wood to crack.

He stood ramrod straight, his body slightly leaning forward, like a dragon or tiger about to pounce. His saliva sprayed all over the fat face of "Golden Calculator" Zhu Wenhe, so much so that this top-notch martial arts master didn't even dare to wipe away the foul-smelling saliva.

He knew that if he really angered the other party, his third uncle would really take action.

I was beaten countless times when I was a child.

They call it cultivating courage...

After a flurry of blows, Grandpa Zhu suddenly felt something strange about the sensation of his right hand striking down...

A blood-red invitation card fluttered as the hand moved, about to fall.

He grabbed the post with his fingers, his eyes widened immediately, and he roared, "Who, who posted this? How dare you!"

The inscription read: "It is well known that the Zhu family of Changshan is extremely wealthy, and the Third Master Zhu is especially generous and righteous. His house is filled with treasures, and pearls are as plentiful as dirt. He often gives gifts to heroes and makes friends with outstanding individuals."

I, Lu, am not particularly talented, but I have a particular fondness for the Zhu family's moonlit pearls and cloud-like jade. I imagine Your Excellency will be very pleased and will not let my unnecessary trip be in vain.

At 3:45 PM today, Mr. Lu will personally come to collect it. Please welcome him respectfully.

At the very bottom, a line of poetry was written in hasty handwriting: "The moon shines brightly over the East Sea, pearls seem to weep; the sun warms the fields of Lantian, jade seems to emit smoke."

This must be a compliment to the treasured possession of the Zhu family of Changshan.

The paper on this visiting card is quite remarkable; it's made of Weifang jade-patterned Xuan paper, considered one of the four high-end treasures, and is famous throughout the world.

The key is not the paper, but the ink.

The characters are written with golden hooks and silver strokes, the brushstrokes as sharp as swords.

Just one glance is enough to send a chill down your spine and make your heart sink. It's so captivating that you can't look away.

"What a courage."

Several dignified middle-aged experts from the Zhu family's Changshan branch all stepped forward, staring intently at the visiting card in the hand of Third Master Zhu.

This is the White Tiger Council Hall, an extremely important place in the Zhu family.

Even Cui Wenya, a descendant of the Cui family, a family that had been friends for generations, was subjected to repeated body searches.

When they are called in for questioning, they are kept at a distance and cannot be approached.

Moreover, there are as many as five top-notch masters in the hall.

Third Master Zhu was at the Innate Realm, and was proficient in the White Tiger Saber technique. He had killed countless people on the battlefield, cultivating an extremely violent White Tiger Saber intent.

When facing someone, there's no need to charge; the sheer force of the sword's intent is enough to break the opponent's resolve.

With his combat prowess, even at the Innate Realm, he is not weak.

His boastful statement, openly expressing his disdain for the Tianxing Sect's leader Ouyang, wasn't exactly bragging.

Six years ago, Zhu Longhe and Ouyang Zheng met at the Xuanhua Banquet in the capital. At that time, the two tested their skills with three moves, and Zhu Longhe beat Ouyang Zheng so badly that he had to cover his face and retreat.

Although the sect leader of the Heavenly Star Sect wasn't actually injured, he lost face considerably.

From then on, the Heavenly Star Sect declined drastically, and its reputation worsened year by year.

Despite Ouyang Zheng's tireless efforts to protect the region, he could not stem the tide of decline.

People only thought that it was the last glimmer of the Heavenly Star Sect, a final burst of glory before it died down.

Unexpectedly, one day, Ouyang Zheng's apprentice brazenly came knocking on their door.

They not only came knocking on our door.

They even sent a visiting card first, informing the Zhu family of Changshan:

I've taken a liking to your child. I'll be coming to pick him up shortly. Please prepare to welcome him.

How arrogant, how domineering!

It was as if he was slapping the Zhu family members in the face with the sole of his shoe, slapping them again and again, and shouting, "Do you submit or not?"

The atmosphere in the White Tiger Hall was frighteningly somber.

It was as if a ferocious beast had already arched its back and crouched down, about to pounce and kill, its murderous aura like waves, surging in all directions.

It makes it hard to breathe.

Cui Wenya felt a sense of foreboding.

The body trembled slightly.

He keenly sensed that the other party had openly sent a formal invitation to the Zhu family, thus insulting them.

In reality, however, it was aimed at him.

I wanted to offer a reminder.

However, seeing the solemn expressions of everyone in the Zhu family's main hall, as if facing a formidable enemy, he couldn't utter a single word.

Given my status, what right do I have to speak at this time?

"What time is it?" Old Master Zhu spat out a few words through gritted teeth.

Looking up at the ceiling in the center of the hall, in a hollowed-out hanging basket, there is a palm-sized, pure white, warm jade platform...

Above the jade platform, wisps of clouds and mist drifted about, like a celestial treasure, exquisite and elegant.

In the slightly concave part of the warm jade, a perfectly round pearl the size of a goose egg shone brightly.

Even at midday, it outshone the sunlight streaming in through the skylight.

The light was as soft as the moon in the night sky, illuminating the White Tiger Hall with a bright white glow, making even the carved patterns in the corners clearly visible.

Despite its brightness, the pearlescent sheen is not glaring.

Even if you stare at it, all you can see is the soft moonlight.

It is truly astonishing that this is no ordinary object, but a divine treasure.

The Zhu family of Changshan is most famous not only for Zhu San Taiye's White Tiger Saber.

Even more famous than him are the Moon Pearl and Cloud Jade in the White Tiger Hall. These two treasures are kept separately and are both rare and precious.

When put together, they produce all sorts of strange and unusual phenomena.

Zhu Family White Tiger Hall is the foremost of the seven scenic spots of Changshan.

However, this spectacular sight has been embellished with incredible stories, and very few people have actually witnessed it.

"Thirty breaths remain."

Although the two rows of disciples did not move or dare to shout, they were all on high alert, their inner strength surging, ready to make a move at any moment.

Such a provocation has gambled away the entire dignity of the Zhu family of Changshan.

If, at noon, someone were to steal the treasures and jewels that illuminate the White Tiger Hall day and night, they wouldn't need to announce their names when they leave the house.

In the martial world, even encountering members of the Tianxing Sect would require one to give them a wide berth, as one would be too ashamed to show one's face.

What's most impressive is the timing the other party chose.

What time is "noon three quarters"?
Generally speaking, this is the best time for the government to carry out executions.

The other party specifically noted this, and the implication is self-evident...

Ding……

A bell tolled.

This is the signal for the Zhu family to wrap up their troops at the training ground and for the bell to ring for dinner.

When this bell rings, normally everyone will stop what they are doing and enjoy a delicious meal... Each person receives different treatment and different food.

Although the Zhu family of Changshan was only a branch family, they were very good at managing their household and had the demeanor of a great family.

It is just as impressive as the main vein.

The rules are very strict.

Normally, everyone would feel happy to hear the bell.

However, at this moment, no one in the White Tiger Hall could feel joy.

They all took a deep breath.

"Wow..."

Inside the White Tiger Hall, dozens of people all heard the roar of waves crashing against the shore.

Inside the brightly lit hall, where every detail was clearly visible, there was no one moving about, yet it felt as if a thousand troops were roaring, howling, and screaming as they charged in.

"kill……"

A strange cry, whether it was the sound of water or a human voice, resounded in everyone's hearts.

A blur flashed before my eyes, as if I had stepped onto a bloody battlefield.

A soaring dragon rose into the sky, surrounded by boundless wind and rain.

Above ground, there was also a vast expanse of water, with waves as high as mountains, which swept away mountain villages and cities.

The densely packed military formations were as insignificant as ants under such overwhelming attack.

In the blink of an eye, the city was turned into a swamp, and cries of agony filled the mountains and fields.

The dragon bowed its head, and as its fierce eyes opened and closed, a crimson beam of light swept across, extinguishing everyone's spirits. Their hands and feet went weak, and they dared not move, only able to wait for death on the spot.

"court death."

Amidst the clang of the blade, a powerful surge of energy roared.

Grandpa Zhu jumped up.

The blade flashed like lightning, slashing through the air, its powerful aura enveloping the entire White Tiger Hall as it surged forward.

The fierce sword energy, which seemed to press down like a mountain, was actually as gentle as a spring breeze when it actually touched the people in the hall, and did not harm them.

The interplay of illusion and reality, strength and gentleness, is perfectly captured in a single stroke.

This shows that Zhu San Taiye's White Tiger Saber Technique was not just something people boasted about, but truly possessed unparalleled divine power.

It was like a single slash, or perhaps a thousand or ten thousand slashes delivered simultaneously.

It cannot cut through the storms and rains that threaten the land, but it can cut through the drifting dust in the air.

At that moment, Zhu Longhe seemed to have vanished from the hall.

No one was seen, only a knife.

Blade energy crisscrosses, and intent pervades.

He believed that once someone entered this place, no matter how skilled they were or how strong their martial arts were, they would never be able to hide and would inevitably have to fight him for several moves.

In a direct confrontation, even Ouyang Zheng's Vast Ocean Divine Skill couldn't withstand his domineering and fierce power, let alone his newly accepted disciple.

Zhu Longhe has this confidence.

At this moment, his spirits soared, as if he had returned to forty years ago, to the glorious past when he rode his horse and sang wildly, fighting against the Western Hu and Northern Barbarian armies.

He killed countless people, built mounds of corpses, and quelled rebellions... The name of General Zhu could strike fear into the hearts of even heroes.

Unfortunately, time flies like water, and no matter how great a hero may be, he will eventually grow old.

Now, Zhu San Taiye can only stay at home, enjoying family life and admiring treasures and beautiful women.

All the ambitions and aspirations of achieving great things are now a thing of the past.

[Divine will stolen]

The momentary daze in his mind was fleeting; Zhu Longhe was startled and snapped back to reality.

He opened his mouth and let out a tiger's roar.

The shockwave caused ripples to spread across the surrounding air.

His face showed shock and anger.

Five strands of white beard beneath his chin had already been cut off by the sword light and were scattered in the air.

A shallow bloodstain appeared on her neck. Blood was seeping out like beads.

He clearly saw neither a person nor a sword.

But in his mind's eye, a sword light appeared, like a streak of light, like a flash of lightning, piercing his throat.

Even more vaguely, I could see an excessively young and immature face right in front of me, with a slight sneer and eyes full of mockery.

"This is an illusion."

With a single move, "Tianxia Taibai," Grandpa Zhu unleashed a blade of light that spun rapidly like a wheel, protecting his entire body.

He retreated swiftly, already pressed against the back wall of the main hall.

In this way, you only need to defend against attacks from one direction, and you won't be caught off guard by attacks from either side.

Got you.

The sword intent suddenly converged in all directions, annihilating a faint black shadow.

Zhu Longhe's [Tai Bai Tian Gang Qi], which he had cultivated for sixty years, suddenly erupted. He was confident that even if the person in front of him had a body of Vajra, he could crush them to dust.

puff……

The blade energy compressed and tore apart, flashing past in a chaotic pattern.

In the very center, the dark figure vanished in a flash, leaving behind a single drop of azure water that was then swirled into mist and dissipated.

Old Master Zhu's heart tightened; he realized he'd been tricked.

He withdrew his blade again, fearing that the ghostly and divine sword intent would pierce his body.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that in the distance, Cui Wenya, the son of the Cui family, who had been standing there blankly, now had his clothes stained red.

wrong.

Where is his head?

In the dim light, the headless Cui Wenya stood solemnly in the courtyard.

He stood firmly on his feet, blood still flowing steadily from the broken neck...

His body remained completely still, which looked incredibly eerie.

If you look closely, you can see it.

His body sank three-tenths of an inch downwards, his ankles sinking into the bluestone ground.

"Wait, the light is dim. Why is it dim?"

Where are my beads?

Grandpa Zhu wielded his sword with incredible speed, channeling his martial intent to its fullest extent, daring not to pause for even a moment.

He suddenly looked up.

The jade cloud and smoke above the wooden hanging basket on the roof was nowhere to be seen.

Not only did the Cloud Jade disappear without a trace, but the pearl on it, which resembled a small moon, also vanished at the same time.

In that brief moment, none of the dozens of people in the hall saw how Cui Wenya's head was removed, or how the treasure of the town was lost.

From beginning to end.

No one could see whether the attacker was tall or short, fat or thin.

No one could see his swordsmanship clearly.

All I could feel was divine will preceding all else, and the sword intent surging to the heavens.

Then, amidst the ever-changing sword light, Third Master Zhu blocked several swords, but was almost pierced through the throat by one of them.

Even so, his most cherished tuft of bright white beard was cut off at the chin, spreading out haphazardly like withered grass, making his square face look quite ridiculous.

At this moment, not only could no one laugh, but everyone even wanted to cry.

After this battle, the Zhu family of Changshan was thoroughly disgraced.

Even though all the families and sons-in-law were present in the hall, it couldn't be guaranteed that everyone would be loyal and wouldn't leak information.

Even if everyone keeps quiet.

The treasures in the White Tiger Hall were stolen, and Cui Jiazi's head was cut off; there must be an explanation.

"Chase."

“The thief is rampant; we will definitely not let him escape from Changshan City.”

"We swear to retrieve the Moon Pearl, otherwise, how can the Zhu family save face?"

A commotion erupted inside the hall. Everyone shouted their support, but no one actually rushed out of the White Tiger Hall.

After waiting for quite some time, there was still no movement inside the hall.

The attackers seem to have already gone far away.

The people in the hall secretly breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed.

"okay……"

Grandpa Zhu's face was ashen.

His pair of sharp eyebrows twitched uncontrollably.

What a load of crap!

The enemy is coming, and you guys won't even be able to throw a single move. The enemy won't be able to find you anywhere, so going there will only be suicide.

Thinking of those three sword strikes, he couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.

If it weren't for the fact that his Taibai Qi, cultivated for sixty years, was truly well-rounded and solidified, constantly protecting his head and neck, and that he hadn't maintained his wartime habits by always wearing inner armor to protect his chest, abdomen, and neck... he would have already perished this time.

The opponent's movements were unpredictable.

Even in broad daylight, it was hidden in the shadows and could not be detected.

What's most impressive is that the divine will is so tangible that it forcibly drags you back to the old situation, creating endless illusions in your mind.

It's impossible to tell what's real and what's fake.

By the time he managed to break free, the sword was already upon him, so fast that it was virtually impossible to block.

He touched his neck.

The translucent inner armor had been slashed open with a deep gash, the skin of the neck was torn, and blood was gushing out.

This injury is nothing serious.

However, a blow to one's spirits can completely kill one's enthusiasm.

He even sensed that the other party's killing intent was not strong, and that they were just casually drawing their sword.

In other words, Lu Wubing's real purpose in suddenly attacking was to kill Cui Wenya and take away the treasures and jade.

He didn't care at all whether or not he would be killed, or even whether or not the other members of the Zhu family would be killed.

It was just a casual swing of the sword.

If we were to cause him trouble again at this point, or send someone to Dongjun, we would be courting death.

"The younger generation is truly formidable. In just a few months, they have cultivated to such a level, becoming incredibly strong."

How exactly did he train? Is it possible that some people in this world are born with innate knowledge?

Thinking of this, a chill ran through Zhu San Taiye's heart.

He thought to himself that he should also inform the main branch of Yuyang as soon as possible, because this person was really not someone to be trifled with.

……

"It's simply amazing that a single bead can shine like this."

Even though he had seen a lot in his previous life and heard many strange legends, Lu Wubing had never seen such a peculiar pearl before.

It is ten times brighter than a fluorescent light, but the light is not dazzling.

Unlike fluorescent lights, which turn into a dark shadow if you stare at them for too long.

No matter how you look at it, this thing looks like a ball of shimmering water.

"Could it be due to radiation?"

Thinking of the science magazines he had read before, Lu Wubing felt both joy and hesitation.

He silently used his mental power to investigate for a while and found that there was nothing in the way.

Under the light, the body's Qi and blood become more active, accelerating the process of refining the five internal organs and transforming them into blood essence.

Not only that, the vast internal energy within the body, the three acupoints of the seventeenth meridian simultaneously opened, and another powerful internal energy flowed into the dantian.

"It can be used like this?" Lu Wubing sat upright under the pearl light and was surprised to find that the vast internal energy in his body was surging like the tide.

Without needing to consciously guide the Qi, it naturally follows some fundamental principle of heaven and earth, transforming into waves that slowly invade the meridians and acupoints.

This bead must have a very special origin.

Lu Wubing's heart stirred.

He had already found out everything before taking action.

Back then, when Zhu's treasure ship was in the deep sea, it encountered a giant clam shell, which seemed to be dead.

This clam also attracted several large deep-sea fish to fight each other, turning the surface of the sea crimson.

At that time, Grandpa Zhu risked great danger to snatch food from the jaws of a tiger...

They dragged the giant clam onto the boat, opened its shell, and found that there was no clam meat inside, only a bright pearl.

Grandpa Zhu wanted to commemorate his fruitful voyage and also to boast about his experience.

Place this magical jewel in the main hall.

This is so that every visiting guest, as well as the younger generation in the family, can see it.

He never expected that someone would forcibly snatch the pearl from his hands.

As for this Cloud and Smoke Jade, that's a different matter...

Lu Wubing could sense the immense energy contained within, but he didn't know how to utilize it.

It should be a treasure that aids in cultivation, greatly enhancing blood and internal energy.

The best way is to place it in a training room and practice under the light.

Grandpa Zhu was blind to the value of gold inlaid with jade; he actually displayed this thing in the open for the world to admire and praise.

Lu Wubing chuckled to himself.

Thinking about it again, I understood.

Grandpa Zhu was getting old, and he spent most of his time reminiscing about the past. Where did he have any ambition left?
It is estimated that his greatest wish is to maintain his cultivation level and not regress.

I never even considered breaking through another level.

With his talent, he has already reached his limit and cannot break through it.

But I am different.

There are no bottlenecks, no upper limits... As long as you keep practicing, you will keep improving.

This bead will be of great use to me.

Lu Wubing happily put the pearl and jade back into the box, then, with a hint of disgust, packed Cui Wenya's head into another wooden box and made a large bundle.

He leaped onto his horse and galloped forward, arriving at a circular mountain ridge in just half a day.

Dismounting and walking, Lu Wubing had already heard some sounds even though he had only reached halfway up the mountain.

I also heard a woman's voice speaking arrogantly.

"Brother Cui, rest assured, it's fine if that man doesn't smuggle any goods across the border. But if he does happen to pass through here, we'll make him hand them over obediently, and he'll even make him kneel at my feet, hehe..."

Although the woman's voice wasn't unpleasant, her tone was extremely arrogant.

Then a gentle voice replied, "In that case, thank you very much, Third Sister. My Cui family has no intention of stirring up trouble, nor do we want Third Sister to take any risks. This time, my third brother will go to the Zhu family and ask Third Master Zhu to personally intervene. At that time, the two families will join forces to ensure the best outcome."

"That would be good, of course."

The more Xu Sanniang looked at Cui Wenzheng, the more pleasing he became to the eye, her eyes filled with admiration.

"She's not good-looking, but she has a lot of beautiful ideas."

Inside the large tent, light and shadow flickered, and the candlelight swayed.

A gust of wind blew in.

As the clear voice rang in everyone's ears, the tall and strong woman on the tiger-skin chair noticed that the handsome and gentle young man in front of her was now headless.

Startled, she was about to draw her sword.

Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in both cheeks.

Reach out and touch.

Bare.

Where are my ears?

Xu San Niang let out a wild howl, her face turned ashen, and she fell to the ground with her body turned to the side.

The intruder, without anyone knowing when, took away Cui Wenzheng's head and cut off his own ears.

She stared wide-eyed, but couldn't see how the other person appeared or how they made their move.

"If you see Xie Qinglong, please give him my regards. How have you been? If you're looking to rob me, I'd be more than happy to oblige."

The sound was just right in front of me when I first heard it, but when I listened again, I was already at the foot of the mountain.

Although she had lost both ears, Xu San Niang still felt a sharp thought pouring straight into her mind, making her dizzy.

I was terrified.

……

"If I didn't want to start a war on multiple fronts and didn't want to engage in a full-scale confrontation with the Pai Gang at this time, would I have spared your life?"

However, whether she lives or dies depends on what choices she makes next.

Of course, the reason that Rouge Tiger was spared was because his reputation wasn't too bad, as can be seen from his nickname.

Unlike Jie Yuantong of Dongjun, who had already launched an attack on him once, creating a deadly enmity.

Then naturally they cannot be kept.

……

Lu Wubing now had another box around his waist.

He glanced back at the Yuhuanling mountain stronghold, sneered, and lightly cracked his whip. The big red horse galloped back to Dongjun.

"This time, we're sending two big gifts to Governor Cui. I wonder how happy he will be."

……

(End of this chapter)