Da Ming: The system granted me immortality; I clock in every day.

Pei Yuan flipped his wrist, his sword thrust undiminished.

His figure leaped off the horse like a ghost and plunged directly into the crowd.

Those White Tooth La guards who were once so powerful in the mountains and forests of Liaodong were as fragile as paper dolls in front of this immortal guest with extraordinary attributes.

Wherever the Embroidered Spring Blade passed, limbs flew everywhere, and severed limbs and broken arms were scattered all over the ground.

Pei Yuan's swordsmanship was devoid of any fancy moves; every strike was aimed at a vital point.

Ruthless, precise, and decisive.

The brutal killings were tinged with a chilling calm and elegance.

In just a few breaths.

Those dozens of elite guards all fell into pools of blood, their deaths extremely gruesome.

Pei Yuan stepped over a corpse and slowly walked toward Li Manzhu, who was completely dumbfounded.

The embroidered spring knife in his hand was not stained with a single drop of blood.

The drop of blood slid down the smooth blade and dripped into the snow.

"You... what kind of monster are you...?"

Li Manzhu's hand gripping the scimitar trembled violently, his eyes filled with undisguised extreme fear.

He had never seen such terrifying swordsmanship, nor had he ever seen such a terrifying person.

Such skill is something that a mere Jinyiwei commander who only knows how to embezzle and accept bribes could never possess!

"monster?"

Pei Yuan tilted his head slightly, the wicked smile on his lips growing even deeper.

"I am the Grand Commander appointed by the Chenghua Emperor of the Ming Dynasty to suppress the rebellion."

"You may also call me the gravedigger of the Jianzhou Jurchens."

Before he finished speaking, Pei Yuan sprang up, as if shrinking the distance between them, and instantly appeared in front of Li Manzhu.

Li Manzhu roared and, with all his might, swung his tiger-head scimitar down to strike.

Pei Yuan neither dodged nor evaded, but instead drew his Embroidered Spring Blade from bottom to top, unleashing a cold, crescent-shaped blade of light.

"when!"

A piercing clang of metal clashing rang out.

Li Manzhu's prized tiger-head saber, made of hundreds of layers of refined steel, was actually cut in half by the Embroidered Spring Saber!

The broken blade spun out and disappeared into the snow beside it.

The blade of the Embroidered Spring Blade then moved upwards, directly cleaving open Li Manzhu's skull, which was as hard as iron.

Blood mixed with brain matter splattered on the snow, like a blooming flower of evil.

Li Manzhu, the leader of the Jianzhou Jurchens, died on the spot.

Pei Yuan drew his long sword, not even glancing at the corpse on the ground.

He took out a clean white silk handkerchief from his pocket and slowly wiped the hilt of the knife.

"With the alpha wolf dead, the rest will be easier to handle."

He turned around and looked at the gradually fading shouts of battle echoing in the valley.

The fire turned the entire Jianzhou Old Camp a fiery red.

The Ming army's swords were reaping lives indiscriminately on this land.

Those stragglers who managed to escape into the mountains and forests, having lost their leader and homes, were destined to freeze and starve to death in the harsh winter of Liaodong.

They can no longer cause any major waves.

In the original history, this was the Jianzhou Jurchen tribe, which, after a century of dormancy, finally reached the Yangtze River and destroyed the Ming Dynasty.

Supported by the solid foundation accumulated during the reigns of Emperors Jingtai and Emperor Taizong, and under Pei Yuan's ruthless and unscrupulous sweeping of the acupoints, this was all part of the orthodox system.

It was prematurely erased from this land of white mountains and black waters by a century earlier.

Dawn breaks.

The snowstorm finally stopped.

A cool, clear morning sun leaped over the eastern mountain peaks, its golden rays bathing the scorched earth of the Suzi River Valley.

It reflected a shocking dark red.

In the entire Jianzhou Old Camp, not a single person survived.

In the center of the valley, however, a small mountain made of wooden boxes and cloth bags had been piled up.

Those were all spoils of war that the Ming army had looted from the Jurchens' cellars and secret compartments.

General Han Bin of Liaodong was currently leading a group of generals, trembling with excitement as they surrounded the treasure mountain.

"My lord! We've really struck it rich!"

Han Bin held a thousand-year-old ginseng root that was as thick as his forearm and in perfect condition, and he could hardly speak.

"This humble general has just done a rough inventory. There are over 8,000 top-quality sable pelts! Over 20,000 pearls of various kinds! And over 500 ginseng plants that are over a hundred years old!"

"Furthermore, the gold and silver plundered from surrounding tribes amount to at least several million taels!"

Upon hearing this number, the blood-soaked soldiers of the Beijing garrison erupted in thunderous cheers.

The look in their eyes when they looked at Pei Yuan was no longer filled with fear.

Instead, it turned into an almost fanatical worship and fervor.

The imperial envoy is right. Hunting down such fat sheep can not only bring promotion and wealth, but also be done effortlessly!

As long as you follow Lord Pei, a lot of real gold and silver will fall into your pocket!

Pei Yuan stood in front of the pile of treasure and casually tossed the silk handkerchief that had been used to wipe the hilt of a knife into the still-burning fire.

He looked at the soldiers who seemed to be insane, and a treacherous yet profound smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

He stepped forward and casually grabbed a handful of pearls from an open wooden box.

Let the smooth pearls slip through your fingers, making a crisp clinking sound.

"Brothers!"

Pei Yuan circulated his internal energy, and his voice resounded throughout the valley.

"I keep my word! Fifty percent of the treasure in these mountains will be sealed in chests, sealed with sealing wax, and immediately escorted back to the capital by heavy troops to be presented to the Emperor's private treasury!"

"The remaining 50% will be distributed by General Han according to the number of people! Everyone who participated in this battle will receive a share!"

"Your Excellency is wise! Long live Your Excellency!"

A deafening roar of cheers echoed through the valley that had just witnessed a massacre.

It appears particularly absurd and bizarre.

Pei Yuan turned his head and gave instructions to Han Bin.

"General Han, draft a report of victory immediately. Send it to the capital by express courier."

"How should this good news be written?"

Han Bin asked for instructions in a fawning manner.

Pei Yuan narrowed his eyes and looked towards the capital.

"Write: Your humble servant Pei Yuan was ordered to suppress the rebellion. Thanks to the Emperor's divine might and the bravery of the soldiers of the capital garrison, Jianzhou was pacified overnight."

"The bandit leader Li Manzhu and his followers numbered over ten thousand, and countless rare treasures were seized."

"This wealth accumulated over decades in Jianzhou has been completely packed up and is being transported day and night to the capital to replenish the Emperor's private treasury!"

Pei Yuan paused, his tone revealing a sycophantic quality that perfectly embodied the treacherous nature of a minister.

"One more thing,"

Your Majesty's wisdom and insight far surpass those of the cabinet ministers. Your humble servant humbly beseeches Your Majesty to open the treasury wide and await your good news!

Once this news of victory reaches the capital...

Emperor Chenghua, Zhu Jianji, who dreamt of becoming the greatest emperor of all time in the Qianqing Palace, would surely be overjoyed.

Meanwhile, those senior cabinet ministers who had been tightly guarding the purse strings of the Taicang treasury were astonished when they saw these large carts of genuine rare and precious treasures.

His expression would surely be far more interesting than if he had swallowed a fly whole.