Dream of the Red Chamber: After being exiled, I went on a killing spree in Liaodong.

Those who had initially considered begging for survival now fully understood:

Jia Yi would never leave anyone alive!

The crowd roared and raised their weapons, launching a desperate counterattack.

But the next moment—

"puff!!!"

A flash of blade, and a head fell to the ground.

Before anyone could even get close, they had all fallen to the Green Dragon Crescent Blade, leaving corpses strewn across the field.

Witnessing this scene from afar, the morale of the White Lotus Sect army instantly collapsed.

"Run! Run!!!"

"Waaaah—I want to go home!!"

"Get out of my way!!!"

They fled in complete disarray, scattering in all directions for their lives.

"kill!"

With a furious shout, Jia Yi turned his horse around and charged straight at Yu Puhe!

It doesn't matter how many soldiers escape.

But none of the White Lotus Sect's top leaders must be spared!

Only by eliminating the root of the problem can we prevent future troubles!

Upon seeing this, Niu Dahao immediately ordered a change of formation.

The army broke into smaller groups of ten, specifically targeting and killing key members of the sect.

"Master, let's go!"

Several devout believers set up a platform over the Pu River and tried to escape.

But at this moment, Yu Puhe stared blankly at the battlefield.

"We lost...we really lost."

"We have Thor, the Mighty Warrior... how could we lose?!"

An army of 300,000, aided by divine generals—

It collapsed overnight.

All the high-ranking officials he personally dispatched met their deaths.

The core members were almost completely wiped out.

He's still alive... what right does he have to live on in this world?!

The followers around him noticed that something was wrong with his expression and immediately panicked.

She hugged him tightly, tears streaming down her face.

"Master! Please don't do anything rash!"

"As long as the green hills remain, there's always firewood to burn!"

"So what if we lose once? We'll regroup and try again!"

"They're right, Chief, this isn't the first time we've stumbled!"

The White Lotus followers offered their advice to Yu Puhe in a cacophony of words.

"As long as the green hills remain, there's always firewood to burn!"

Yu Puhe's eyes flickered slightly, and a glimmer of light finally flashed in his dim eyes.

Yes, so what if we lose this time?

As long as I'm alive, I might be able to make a comeback someday!

"Walk!"

"Jia Yi, you give me—"

Before the words were finished, the sound of horses' hooves thundered.

Jia Yi galloped in on his horse, his blade flashing across the sky.

"not good!"

The cultist closest to him didn't even have time to scream before he was cleaved in two by a single blow, blood gushing into the sky.

"How could this god of death kill so quickly?!"

Yu Puhe's heart sank, and cold sweat broke out on his brow.

They don't even have a single horse; they have no chance of escaping.

Jia Yi, riding his horse, looked like a hunter eyeing a lamb to the slaughter.

The surrounding believers also realized their predicament; their faces turned ashen, and their eyes were filled with despair.

Yu Puhe abruptly shoved aside the person blocking his way and shouted, trying to appear calm:

"Jia Yi! Let's talk!"

He only wanted to stall the enemy for a moment so that more of the remaining people could escape.

As long as someone is alive, the White Lotus Sect still has a chance to turn the tide.

"snort."

Jia Yi raised a cold eyebrow, and without saying a word, he raised his sword and slashed!

Now is not the time to negotiate—after killing Yu Puhe, we still need to rush to catch the remaining fugitives.

"puff--"

A flash of light, and a head flew into the air.

Yu Puhe didn't even have time to close his eyes before his body swayed and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

The remaining troops behind him, their eyes bloodshot with rage, roared deafeningly:

"Avenge the Grand Master!!!"

"Kill them—!"

A group of people rushed forward with red eyes, like moths drawn to a flame.

The ending was already predetermined.

Moments later, only a few dozen headless corpses lay scattered on the spot, their blood staining the wild grass.

Jia Yi didn't even glance at them, turned his horse around, and continued to chase after the fleeing cultists.

At this moment, the fleeing White Lotus army was utterly despondent.

They fled desperately, only to find that the Daqian army was relentlessly pursuing them, and they couldn't shake them off no matter what they did.

"Damn it! Where did these lackeys of the Great Qian Dynasty come from?!"

"Taking a detour into the mountains is useless; it's like they're watching us!"

"It's all over... At this rate, none of them will survive!!!"

In the distance, the figures of the White-Clad Soldiers drew closer, their steps synchronized, exuding a menacing aura.

The remnants of the White Lotus Sect were utterly devastated.

Fight? We can't win.

Run? You can't outrun them.

What could be more despairing than this?

"puff!"

One person was pierced by a spear and fell to the ground convulsing.

Another person was knocked over by the warhorse and instantly trampled into a bloody pulp.

Fear and exhaustion combined to crush the last shred of fighting spirit.

Many people collapsed to the ground, closing their eyes as if waiting to die.

The White-Clad Soldiers cleared the battlefield like harvesting straw, showing no mercy.

In the following days, Jia Yi led his army across Guangdong and Guangxi, pursuing the fleeing enemy and leaving no survivors.

At the same time, he ordered the release of the Imperial Guard spies who had been imprisoned by the White Lotus Sect.

From then on, Guangdong and Guangxi returned to the control of the imperial court, and a tight net was laid out, leaving no place to hide.

The news spread quickly, and the people excitedly told each other:

The war is over, and the imperial court has won.

Meanwhile, the powerful families who had secretly funded the White Lotus Sect were uneasy.

They started to panic.

They were afraid that if Jia Yiteng made a move, he would be the first to settle scores with them.

"Gentlemen, what do we do now?"

"Who could have imagined the White Lotus Sect would be defeated so quickly!"

"With the White Lotus Sect down, we've all been exposed..."

Two prominent families, large and small, gathered at the Zhang family—the most illustrious clan in the area.

After the commotion subsided, everyone's eyes turned to one person.

Zhang Yong.

The Zhang family patriarch slowly rose, surveyed his surroundings, and spoke in a deep yet powerful voice:

"Gentlemen, the imperial court is currently unaware that we have ever assisted the White Lotus Sect."

"As long as the King of Qin will be lenient and not pursue the matter..."

"This ordeal will soon be over."

They sent a lot of money and food to the White Lotus Sect.

Now they're going to cut me again.

Everyone present felt their hearts bleed.

"Everyone!" Zhang Yong suddenly spoke, his voice breaking the silence, "Now is not the time to be stingy with money!"

"Once King Qin Teng makes his move to settle scores, we'll all be beheaded!"

"Money can be earned again, but once you lose your life—you lose everything!"

He spoke in a heavy tone, but inwardly he rolled his eyes.

With the situation so dire, are you still scrimping and saving? That's incredibly short-sighted!

"Alright...we'll listen to Patriarch Zhang," someone said hesitantly. "But how much will we have to pay this time?"

All eyes were on them.

Zhang Yong paced around the hall several times.

The King of Qin came from the Rongguo Mansion. What kind of person was he? He wouldn't even glance at ordinary silver.

We'll have to be ruthless.

He gritted his teeth and spat out five words:

"Half of the family fortune for each person."

"What?!"

"Patriarch Zhang, say that again?"

"Did I hear that right?!"

The room erupted in uproar.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, as if they had heard a fairy tale.

Half of the family fortune?!

"Gentlemen," Zhang Yong said in a deep voice, "the Prince of Qin is a nobleman from the Duke's mansion, and he has very high standards."

"Trying to appease them with a small amount of money is simply asking for humiliation."

"To live, you have to bleed!"

"But...this is too cruel!"

The crowd murmured among themselves.

Previously, supporting the White Lotus Sect had already emptied a lot of the treasury.

Now we have to scrape off another layer of skin?

This is driving them to their doom!

"Who has the ability to persuade the King of Qin to overlook these old scores?"

Zhang Yong glanced around coldly, then sat back down in his chair.

"If it were possible, why would we need to spend money to save our lives?"