Transmigrating into Murong Fu, may you have many children and much happiness.

Chapter 266 Jade

Zhao Min was stunned that Murong Fu would dare to make such a promise. She questioned him, "How dare you make such a promise? Your Ming Cult has only a few thousand people, while my Mongol Empire has a million soldiers."

Even someone as skilled as you has many subordinates under my command, let alone the imperial court.

Don't be delusional!

On the contrary, if you, Master Murong, were willing to surrender to the imperial court and join my Minmin Temur, that would be the right path!

Murong Fu smiled and shook his head, saying, "Hehe, your Mongol Empire's million-strong army has become accustomed to living in this prosperous land, and has long lost the vigor it had on the grasslands. What difference is there between you and the Song Dynasty's soldiers back then?"

But the thousands of members of my Ming Cult are all elites, and they have the deepest hatred for you Mongols, a hatred that can resonate with the people of the world.

Although your Yuan Dynasty possessed a million soldiers, they were like a giant, rotten ship, unable to withstand the raging waves of the rivers and lakes and the flames of popular resentment.

Also...: Hehe, how do your men compare to mine?

Are they those two good-for-nothings, Lu Zhangke and Hebi Weng?

Then Murong Fu gently waved his hand, and Zhao Min's other sleeve disappeared.

It wasn't as Murong Fu pulled it down from a distance as it did at the beginning, but rather it completely disappeared as if it never existed.

In reality, it was torn apart by his true energy and stored in his personal space.

Murong Fu then gently brushed his hand across the wall, which was as solid as a fortress, and pieces of iron, each half a foot thick, peeled off from it.

Then, he said to Zhao Min, "Heh, can those two good-for-nothings, the Xuanming Elders, even do that?"

Zhao Min looked at Murong Fu's handwriting and her heart tightened. She knew Murong Fu was strong, but she didn't expect him to be this strong.

She knew that the number one martial artist in the Central Plains was Zhang Sanfeng, whose martial arts skills were even superior to those of the Xuanming Elders. However, he was, after all, a monk. Even though he had once fought the demon for sixty years in his youth and killed many soldiers of the Great Yuan Dynasty, he was ultimately no match for the armored cavalry.

Moreover, those so-called prestigious sects are nothing but a bunch of cowardly turtles who dare not come down from the mountain.

Therefore, in Zhao Min's view, the so-called Central Plains Jianghu was just a joke.

The only respectable sect, the Ming Cult, is now fragmented and may even be wiped out by the six major sects.

This was also thanks to Cheng Kun, the "Mixed Yuan Thunderbolt Hand" she had previously trusted.

But a month ago, when the six major sects went up to Bright Peak, Cheng Kun asked her for a large amount of gunpowder, patting his chest and saying that he could take them down in one fell swoop, and the Ming Cult, the six major sects, and Bright Peak would all be reduced to ashes.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Min was met with three bad news: the emergence of the new leader Murong Fu, the unification of the Ming Cult, the defeat of the six major sects, and the death of Cheng Kun.

When Zhao Min learned the news, she had no time to grieve for the failure of her goal.

"I'm not some delicate princess; I have plenty of strength and methods!"

They then dispatched men in three groups. One group captured the remnants of the six major factions and sent them to a secluded place for house arrest.

A team set up traps and poisons to take down the Ming Cult members. Zhao Min herself had a strong interest in Murong Fu and was confident in herself, so she risked her life.

The last team went to the empty nests of other sects to capture the disciples guarding the mountain. Since the six major sects sent their elites, it was easy for them to attack the mountain gates.

But this excludes the Wudang Sect, since Zhang Sanfeng is the one in charge of the Wudang Sect.

While Zhao Min was pondering, Murong Fu pressed her against the wall again and said:

"I don't have the patience to waste time with you."

"If you are willing to follow me in overthrowing the Great Yuan, your lineage as Prince Ruyang may survive; otherwise..."

As he spoke, Murong Fu grabbed Zhao Min's left foot and took off her embroidered shoe.

Inside the embroidered shoes were pure white cotton socks.

However, the socks were not as fitted as they were in Murong Fu's previous life; instead, they seemed to be a bag covering his feet.

Murong Fu thought to himself, no wonder that kid in the original story took off his shoes and socks. The shrinking power of this white pocket is really too strong. It's not even as good as the white sports socks from my previous life.

If I wore black stockings...

Murong Fu secretly resented that the backward productivity could not satisfy his spiritual pursuits.

With a casual tug, the stockings fell down, revealing Zhao Min's fair feet.

White.

These feet were very white, gleaming brightly, as if they brightened the dark environment by a third.

It was still the dead of winter, yet Zhao Min's slender feet seemed even more like jade carvings and ice sculptures, defying frost and snow.

The pale blue veins were faintly visible beneath the white skin. Perhaps it was Zhao Min's shyness, but Murong Fu suddenly felt that these tender white feet were becoming increasingly hot to the touch in his hands, and looked even more delicate and pink.

"Let go of me! How can you see a young woman's feet?!"

Zhao Min screamed in shock and anger, her speech becoming increasingly rapid:

"How could the leader of the Ming Cult do such a despicable thing?!"

"Let me go, you bastard Murong Fu! Let me go!"

Murong Fu was scolded by Zhao Min, but he only took it as a joke. He separated a wisp of Mingyu's true energy and entered the "Yongquan" acupoint on the sole of Zhao Min's foot.

A slightly cool sensation stirred at her Yongquan acupoint, causing Zhao Min's whole body to feel numb and tingly, as if a million ants were crawling from the soles of her feet into her entire body.

She chuckled, and tears streamed down her face.

She was constantly twisting her body trying to dodge, but somehow, as she twisted, she ended up getting entangled with Murong Fu.

"You bastard, Murong Fu..."

Zhao Min wanted to curse loudly, but she had no strength left. She had to rest for a moment after each word she uttered, and before she could finish a sentence, fine beads of sweat appeared on her body.

Murong Fu took a light sniff and indeed there was a milky scent.

It seems Zhao Min is a Mongolian noblewoman who drank cow and sheep milk from a young age, the smell of which permeated her body.

After a moment, even the stubborn Zhao Min couldn't keep up her act anymore and said:

"Mu...Rong...Cult Leader...please...let...me...go..."

Murong Fu continued, "Then are you willing to submit to me?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Min became unusually resolute. Although she still couldn't speak, her tone was much firmer: "Don't even think about it!!.....Let...me go....."

Murong Fu smiled at this moment, it seemed that Zhao Min was quite loyal to the Yuan Dynasty.

It makes sense, considering that everything she has now is given to her by the Great Yuan. She is one of the biggest beneficiaries of the Great Yuan's prosperity. How could I possibly turn her against me with just a few words?

He then put Zhao Min's foot down, and she was finally able to breathe smoothly, but she was afraid of Murong Fu's next move and wondered how he would torture her.

Murong Fu raised his hand, and the blocked exit was torn apart as easily as thin paper, letting in sunlight and making Zhao Min feel as if she could smell the freshness of the outside air.

Murong Fu took out a set of clothes that fit Zhao Min from his personal space and threw them to her. After she put them on, he helped her up and then, under her suspicious gaze, forcefully stole her first kiss.

"I won't force you. From now on, you'll stay by my side and watch how I conquer this world."

"Then you can decide whether or not to submit to me."