[Fantasy] The Rogue Landlord (Complete) - Chapter 39

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Chapter Three: The Role of the Little Aunt

Xu Ping, burdened with worries, stepped out of the palace gates. Pulling back the curtain slightly from the carriage, he saw that the situation in the capital seemed extremely tense. Imperial guards and officials from the Shuntian Prefecture were everywhere, all acting with extreme caution, as if facing a formidable enemy. Could it really be as his grandfather said, that his father's and his own attitude had already affected the emotions of others, and even the court officials were becoming fearful?

"Master,"

Zhang Hu said gravely, driving the carriage, "Guo Jinghao just sent someone to the manor; it seems there's something going on. Shall we return home?"

"Let's go back."

Xu Ping rubbed his temples hard and sighed deeply. This carefree life wasn't as simple as he had expected. Maintaining imperial power required considerable effort. Ji Zhongyun, oh Ji Zhongyun! The Hungry Wolf Camp remained inactive, yet his single entry into the capital had caused such a commotion. If they were to actually engage in battle, could the situation still be controlled?

Back at the manor, when Xu Ping arrived at the main hall, only Liu Ziyi was waiting, her face full of worry. She had been extremely busy lately and looked quite haggard; the two had barely had time to meet. Xu Ping felt a pang of heartache at the sight. The beautiful woman's brows were deeply furrowed, her expression one of deep concern, which was particularly distressing. Yet, her delicate makeup and stunning beauty were still captivating.

"My darling, it's been so long since you've come,"

Xu Ping said softly, stepping forward and gently taking her hand. He carefully examined her beautiful face and said gently, "You've become

even more beautiful since I last saw you." Liu Ziyi blushed, a happy smile appearing on her lips. She looked at Xu Ping tenderly and said sweetly, "Master, you're getting better and better at sweet-talking me—,"

"Hehe."

Xu Ping smiled gently, knowing she must have come for important business. He gestured for the maid to serve tea and asked seriously, "How is the situation in the Demonic Sect now?"

Liu Ziyi quickly straightened up, shook her head, and said with a bitter smile, "Master, this time it's really caused chaos. The Demonic Sect has been secretly recruited by Ji Long, and a group of traitors have been brought in. Their sudden attack caught us off guard, and many loyal followers have been assassinated. The sect leader is currently active in the Tianjin area, focusing on gathering intelligence there. She can't get away to take charge of the overall situation at all. And now some traitors have also set their sights on her, and they're starting to lean towards that side. It seems they want to use her head to gain Ji Long's trust. The situation is not optimistic."

"I see."

Xu Ping pondered for a long time, then asked worriedly, "Tell her to be careful. If things get really bad, retreat back to the capital first. After all, the Demonic Sect can't afford to be in chaos right now. Also, how is Madam Hua Lan's condition? Did Guo Jinghao's men rescue her?"

Liu Ziyi's face was desolate, full of sorrow as she said, "The Prime Minister's residence just sent her here. When they arrived, Madam Hua Lan was already poisoned. Alas, a beautiful woman, her life cut short."

"Give her a proper burial."

Xu Ping shook his head and sighed. Although he had never met this legendary Holy Maiden of the Demonic Sect, a talented subordinate, it was too late to say anything now. Was the Demonic Sect, which Uncle Liu had founded, just going to fall apart like this?

"Master,"

Liu Ziyi quickly comforted Xu Ping, noticing his low spirits, "Lady Huarui has done her duty, and I believe she has no regrets. You don't need to be so sad. The important thing now is to cheer up and deal with this turmoil."

"Mm."

Xu Ping didn't want to be too down either. Looking at the considerate and charming beauty before him, he gently pulled Liu Ziyi's mature and voluptuous body into his arms. The two gazed at each other for a long while, unable to resist the torment of longing, and kissed, their tongues entwined fiercely, expressing their mutual yearning.

"I want you."

After a long, wet kiss, Xu Ping, panting, carried her in his arms and walked towards the bedroom.

"Master, I missed you too."

Liu Ziyi's clothes were already somewhat disheveled, her face flushed with passion. She let out a charming moan, her rosy lips kissing Xu Ping's face incessantly, her small hands tightly encircling Xu Ping's neck.

The maids, accustomed to being invisible, immediately ducked at the sight. Men were practically forbidden from entering the inner courtyard, so Liu Ziyi abandoned her reserve, passionately kissing Xu Ping the entire way.

After closing the door, Xu Ping, his eyes red, began tearing off her thin clothing, stripping the beauty bare like a lamb to the slaughter. He then enjoyed Liu Ziyi's gentle service, watching her kneel and suck his penis, her beautiful face filled with endless ecstasy. The sexy allure of her tightly held penis was so intense he was speechless with pleasure.

With a wolfish howl, he threw her onto the bed, spreading her long, beautiful legs to reveal her delicate and alluring vulva. Xu Ping eagerly entered her, wantonly enjoying her body that drove countless men wild. His rough, full penetration made Liu Ziyi tremble with excitement. Liu Ziyi let out a satisfied sigh, immediately swaying her hips to meet her lover's demands.

Two naked bodies began to roll and writhe on the bed, searching for the most exquisite paradise. For a moment, the only sounds in the room were the man's heavy breathing and the woman's delicate moans, the air filled with the unique scent of passionate secretions.

After their lovemaking, Liu Ziyi leaned weakly against Xu Ping's chest, panting. Her pretty face was filled with satisfied ecstasy, her beautiful eyes tightly closed, savoring the boundless pleasure brought by each orgasm. Her tender and sexy body was covered in fragrant sweat, and semen still flowed from her alluring crotch. The scene looked both lewd and charming, and the flush of passion on her face lingered for a long time.

"Master."

After resting for a long time, Liu Ziyi finally opened her eyes weakly. Her watery beautiful eyes looked at Xu Ping affectionately for a while before she obediently twisted her sexy body to Xu Ping's crotch. She lowered her head and took his still semen-covered penis into her mouth, licking it with relish.

Xu Ping felt a surge of pleasure as her soft little tongue teased him. He glanced at her approvingly, his large hand lovingly stroking her disheveled hair. Such a sexy beauty was beneath him, her rosy lips tightly enveloping his manhood—the mere sight was enough to excite a man; the visual impact would undoubtedly satisfy his vanity.

"Master, shall I serve you a bath?"

After licking his manhood clean, Liu Ziyi slowly propped herself up, looking at Xu Ping expectantly.

Xu Ping smiled and pinched her full, round breasts a few times, causing Liu Ziyi to gasp softly, her face flushed with desire, her sexy body writhing restlessly. Although he longed to make love with her again, he shook his head after thinking for a moment and said, "Never mind, I don't know if there's anything else to take care of. You should sleep for a while. I'll go out for a walk and come back later if nothing's wrong."

"Okay."

Liu Ziyi was also a little tired from the recent chaos. She immediately got up obediently to help Xu Ping wipe his body and then diligently helped him change into a set of clothes that fit him well. Then she smiled and said, "Master, this is the first time I've slept in your room. If you want someone else to serve you later, may I prepare your meal first?"

"We'll talk about it later."

Xu Ping hugged her and gave her a long, wet kiss. He then spoke softly before leaving. Liu Ziyi watched Xu Ping leave the room with a tender expression. She had been so exhausted lately that she was even on guard while sleeping. She fell into a deep sleep soon after lying down, with a happy smile on her face. This was the first time she had slept in her lover's room. She didn't know why, but she felt particularly safe and comfortable. The masculine scent surrounding her made her feel relaxed, and her tense nerves instantly relaxed.

As Xu Ping walked, his stomach suddenly growled, and he felt a pang of hunger. He realized that he hadn't eaten anything all day. Just as he was about to call for his maid, he suddenly caught a strong, sweet fragrance, along with the cheerful laughter of girls, as clear and melodious as silver tinkling.

Following the sound to the west wing, one could see three graceful figures sitting in the pavilion of the back garden. Although the bright moon hung high, the presence of a few lit candles created a tranquil and pleasant atmosphere. The pink lamplight illuminated each of the beautiful women, each with their own unique charm, a truly pleasing sight.

Lin Ziyan wore a white dress. Although she wasn't overly made up, her skin was noticeably more supple after last night's treatment. Her large eyes were bright and captivating, yet gentle. Her ample breasts remained alluring, and her sweet smile made her look like a young woman in her late twenties. If one didn't know her, who would believe she was already a mother, with her daughter soon to be someone else's wife? She looked like a beauty in her early twenties.

Another figure was equally slender and captivating, with a tall and well-proportioned figure. She wore a light pink silk dress, the ribbons of which fluttered gracefully, giving her a lively appearance. Her long, dark hair was meticulously combed, as smooth and flowing as water from heaven, swaying lightly in the night breeze. She had clear, captivating eyes, a delicate nose, and small, naturally

red lips that were incredibly alluring. Every gesture exuded feminine charm, making one instantly alluring. "Yao Lu, what's she doing here?" Xu Ping thought, having not seen this girl since returning from Tianfang Mountain. He hid to the side, staring at her pert, fragrant buttocks with a lewd smile. The other small figure was Qiao'er, the little devil, petite and charming in an adorable green dress, but her back was obscured.

The three women sat around a table laden with snacks and fruit, looking quite content. However, the little devil seemed very angry, grumbling incessantly, "Really, Aunt Lin!" Qiao'er took a bite of a peach, ignoring the juice still clinging to her lips, and said indignantly, "At first I thought they wanted to see me for something, but when I heard it was General Jinwu's order, I was really nervous. He's a great general with a powerful army under his command! Who knew that old scoundrel would ask me to poison his son? Can you believe it?"

Yao Lu smiled gently, her charming face quite endearing, and said somewhat disbelievingly, "..." "No way! General Jinwu was a founding general of the dynasty. Back then, he commanded 100,000 troops and swept through the Yuan army. He was already a great hero when I was little. How could he be as insignificant as you say?"

Lin Ziyan lovingly wiped the saliva from Qiao'er's lips, but also said with some disbelief, "Qiao'er, you can't say such things. Even three-year-olds know the prestige of General Jinwu. He's the emperor's father-in-law. If your words reach the ears of the Empress, she'll definitely spank you."

Xu Ping thought to himself, "You really shouldn't disbelieve me. What wouldn't that shameless old rogue do? This is nothing, nothing strange. But it seems Qiao'er is very resentful. I always order her around doing these kinds of things, and now her grandfather knows about her reputation. Even the purest little girl will be corrupted. Poor child."

Seeing that no one believed her, Qiao'er grew anxious and vividly recounted, "It's true! When I came back, there was a bunch of palace maids waiting to go into my room. That old man even said he wanted to administer the medicine for several days in a row, to give her more 'rain and dew,' saying that with so many young virgins, he couldn't believe that not a few wouldn't be pregnant."

Such bold words naturally made Yao Lu, a virgin who had never experienced such things, blush. Even Lin Ziyan felt somewhat uncomfortable. Just as Qiao'er was about to continue explaining, a melodious voice suddenly rang out, carrying a hint of sternness: "Insolence! How dare a mere maid speak ill of a founding general!"

Upon hearing this voice, all the women were startled. Turning around, they saw Qiao'er breaking out in a cold sweat. Who would have thought that so late, the Empress would be traveling incognito from the palace? Everyone had been so engrossed in their discussions that they hadn't noticed her arrival at all.

Ji Xinyue stood by the corridor, her face frosty. She wore an elegant white dress, looking like a fairy untouched by worldly affairs. Even in casual clothes, her regal elegance was intimidating. A hint of anger flickered across her stunning face; her once beautiful eyes were now filled with a frightening coldness.

One fierce glare sent Qiao'er trembling. All three women were terrified. Lin Ziyan was the first to recover, quickly kneeling and bowing in a trembling voice, "Long live the Empress!" Yao Lu and Qiao'er then snapped out of their daze and also knelt down nervously.

Ji Xinyue's elegant and noble demeanor made them dare not look directly at her. She did not let the three women rise, but instead walked gracefully to the pavilion and sat down. Her face was cold as she looked at Qiao'er and reprimanded her word by word: "What a bold maid! How dare you speak ill of high-ranking officials here, and even slander the Emperor's father-in-law! I've heard that the rules of the Crown Prince's residence are lenient, but I didn't expect them to be this lenient. Even a little maid has the guts to do this. You've gone too far!"

"This servant..."

Qiao'er knelt on the ground, too frightened to lift her head, her whole body trembling. She dared not argue now and quickly said in a timid voice, "This servant knows her crime."

The other two women were also too frightened to breathe, especially Lin Ziyan. After hearing Zhu Lianchi's words last night, she knew that the Empress had a prejudice against her. Now she dared not raise her head, timid and hesitant, her legs trembling with nervousness. She didn't know how Qiao'er would be punished, and the little girl was also worried that Ji Xinyue would make things difficult for her.

Although Ji Jingyue's face was icy, a mischievous smile couldn't be hidden at the corners of her mouth. She'd been incredibly bored in the palace lately, confined by her sister due to the chaos in the capital and unable to leave the palace. She'd only managed to sneak out now that her father had come, but upon returning to the General's Mansion, she discovered his lewd deeds. For some reason, she couldn't stop thinking about the carefree and happy times at the Crown Prince's Mansion, and coupled with a vague longing for her rogue nephew, she couldn't help but come here. Of course, given her quirky and playful nature, she wouldn't behave herself. As soon as she left the General's Mansion, she ran to the palace and found one of her sister's casual clothes to wear. While she wasn't as voluptuous and alluring as Ji Xinyue due to childbirth, the almost identical appearance, the elegant long dress, and the deliberate slow and deliberate movements, along with her lowered voice, made her look convincing enough to fool everyone in the Crown Prince's Mansion.

"Hmph..."

Ji Jingyue chuckled, her mind drifting to Xu Ping, but her face remained furious as she coldly said, "Where's Ping'er? How has he raised his servants? I want to see if there's any discipline left in your household."

"Your Majesty, this servant..."

Qiao'er hurriedly raised her head, tears streaming down her face in her distress. Her pitiful appearance was heartbreaking. She sobbed softly, kowtowing and pleading, "It's all this servant's fault. It has nothing to do with the Crown Prince. This servant has a foul mouth and talked nonsense. This servant acted on her own initiative and spoke recklessly. Please punish me, Your Majesty..."

Xu Ping, listening from the side, felt a surge of emotion. This little devil was quite good; she knew to take the blame alone in this crucial moment. It was worth all the pampering he usually showed her. But had he been a little too indulgent?

"How dare you!"

Ji Jingyue felt she had gone a bit too far, but seeing Qiao'er cry for the first time was still quite novel. After all, Qiao'er had always been cheerful and playful; who had ever seen her so frightened? She continued sternly, "Do I need you to teach me how to do things?"

"This servant wouldn't dare..."

Qiao'er lowered her head in fear, not daring to cry loudly, only pitiful sobs and trepidation remaining. Just as Ji Jingyue was enjoying herself, she suddenly felt a tightness in her chest. A pair of large hands silently grasped her breasts, a gentle squeeze bringing a tingling pleasure. The hands, not content with this, tightly gripped and kneaded her breasts. Ji Jingyue's body trembled, and she immediately screamed in fright, instinctively waving her hand to strike behind her.

Xu Ping grinned lewdly, easily grabbing her small hand and licking it, making Ji Jingyue blush. Then, with a lewd smile, he said, "Auntie, next time you want to cheat or swindle, you'd better do your homework. Would someone as gentle and skilled as my mother hide throwing knives in her sleeve?" With that, he flicked his wrist, and several sharp throwing knives fell from Ji Jingyue's sleeve.

"You…"

Qiao'er was stunned for a moment, then, realizing she'd been tricked, immediately stood up, glaring angrily at Ji Jingyue, her teeth clenched and her face full of resentment. She was speechless with anger, her tears still wet on her face. The little devil was already plotting her revenge.

Ji Jingyue quickly waved her hands, explaining with an apologetic smile, "Don't be angry, I just wanted to tease you." Yao Lu breathed a sigh of relief, but because she wasn't very familiar with Ji Jingyue, she stood aside without daring to speak. However, her eyes held a hint of gentleness as she glanced at Xu Ping, whose masculine and cheerful appearance, especially his mischievous smile, was unforgettable.

Lin Ziyan then came to her senses, patting her chest as she stood up, and said coquettishly, "Really, how could you make such a joke? It really scared me to death!"

"Hehe, just being silly!"

Ji Jingyue smiled apologetically, but suddenly felt a tightness in her chest. She then remembered that her nephew's hand was still there, taking advantage of her. This scoundrel was continuing to grope her in front of the three women. Ji Jingyue's face flushed slightly, and she gritted her teeth, glaring at him. The long whip at her waist immediately whistled out.

"Damn it, not again."

Xu Ping nimbly dodged, the whip instantly snapping a large section of tree branches behind him. Xu Ping hurriedly retreated to the wall. He was joking; the injuries he sustained in Hebei hadn't healed yet, how could he dare take a single hit from her now? Although Miao Yin said the Battle Dragon Technique could heal injuries, he'd tried it last night and just now, and the effect was far too weak—almost no different from taking medicine, leaving Xu Ping extremely frustrated.

"You brat, you asked for it!"

Ji Jingyue shouted, her anger mixed with embarrassment, unleashing a graceful "Snake Spitting Venom" strike. The whip seemed to come alive as it lashed out at Xu Ping, the sound of it tearing through the air chilling to the bone.

"Damn it!"

Xu Ping hurriedly dodged again, not daring to use his inner energy. He dodged in a very awkward manner, quickly retreating a few steps away. He said angrily, "Are you trying to murder me? My injuries haven't even healed yet, and you're already doing this to me. Do you have no humanity?"

"That's perfect!"

Ji Jingyue pulled on her whip, and thinking of how she had been humiliated in front of everyone, she sneered coldly, feeling both ashamed and angry. "I love taking advantage of your weakness to kill you."

"Shameless..."

Xu Ping looked at her with disdain and shouted, "If you have the guts, wait until I'm healed, then you can beat me however you want, in my room or yours, it doesn't matter, as long as the bed is big enough, do you have the guts?"

Yao Lu blushed, but she was also amused and exasperated by Xu Ping's utterly shameless behavior. Ji Jingyue originally wanted Xu Ping to say a few nice words and let it go, after all, she didn't dare to hurt this precious treasure of the Ming Dynasty, but when she heard Xu Ping's shameless words, she immediately lashed out with her whip and said angrily, "Forget it, this old lady will send you to be reincarnated right now!"

Ji Jingyue's whip lashed out, weaving a dense net, one strike after another. Xu Ping didn't dare to use his true energy at this moment, and couldn't take it after dodging for a while. When he saw the three dumbfounded women next to him, a flash of inspiration struck him, and he hurriedly hid behind Yao Lu.

Still dazed by the farce, Yao Lu suddenly felt a strong body pressed tightly against her back, one hand on her shoulder, while the other hand was groping her buttocks. Startled, she was about to scream when she heard an anxious voice accompanied by hot breath: "Still daydreaming? If you keep daydreaming, you'll be disfigured!"

Seeing the whip unstoppable as it lashed out at Yao Lu, Ji Jingyue was immediately terrified and cried out anxiously, "Dodge!" Xu Ping, of course, didn't forget to take advantage of her. As soon as Yao Lu came to her senses, her ear was licked a few times, sending a hot, wet sensation through her. But facing the whistling whip, she couldn't care less about shyness and quickly put her hands together to protect herself. Thin strands of silk instantly formed a net to block Ji Jingyue's fierce attack.

The whip struck its mark, then immediately bounced back. The women, unaware of Yao Lu's martial arts prowess, were startled. Ji Jingyue was particularly remorseful; what weapon had she used at such a short distance? Had she simply tied up this scoundrel and given him a beating?

Fortunately, Yao Lu reacted quickly, the whip striking the thin silk without injuring her. However, Ji Jingyue's impulsive action had been forceful enough that Yao Lu felt a sharp pain in her hand and instinctively took a few steps back.

She tripped, lost her balance, and fell backward with a scream. Xu Ping, drooling, quickly grabbed her waist, pretending to lose his balance and fall with her. Although being her cushion was a little painful, holding such a warm and alluring body made the pain insignificant.

"Ah..."

Yao Lu felt the mischievous hand now going even further, forcefully kneading her buttocks and even reaching between her legs. Startled, she hurriedly pushed Xu Ping away, her face flushed with embarrassment, and jumped aside.

Lin Ziyan gave her a suggestive smile. Although Yao Lu had been taken advantage of, her face showed no shame or anger, but rather the shyness and panic of a young girl in love. Judging from this, this little sister couldn't escape her master's clutches either. Qiao'er was still angry with Ji Jingyue. She was used to Xu Ping's lecherous behavior. Her cute eyes were still fixed on Ji Jingyue, and she was wiping away her tears unwillingly. It was clear that she was thinking about how to get revenge.

Seeing Xu Ping still taking advantage of her, especially right in front of her, Ji Jingyue felt a surge of jealousy. Adding fuel to the fire, she showed no mercy. Pulling back her whip, she gritted her teeth and said, "Get out of my way! Today I'm going to act on behalf of Heaven and personally kill this scourge of humanity!"

"Damn it, who have I scourged?"

Xu Ping, seeing her furious expression, immediately stood up and hid behind a pillar, shouting defiantly, "Besides, I haven't scourged you! When you come here with your big belly, you can kill or torture me as you please! With your slender waist, don't you feel ashamed saying that?"

"Disgusting!"

Ji Jingyue spat fiercely, and just as she was about to raise her whip, she saw a maid rushing over anxiously. After weighing the options, she knew that if her sister found out she had embarrassed her rogue nephew in front of the servants, she would be in big trouble. She stopped, but her eyes remained fierce as she glared at Xu Ping, her hand gripping the whip tightly, ready to strike at any moment!

"Master!"

A maid rushed over, panting. She stared at the messy pavilion for a long moment before anxiously saying, "Sun Zhengong is back. He says he has important business to discuss with you."

"Clean this up."

Xu Ping, upon hearing this, also stopped playing around. He blew a kiss to his aunt and quickly ran to the front hall. Ji Jingyue cursed angrily, but the maid seemed unfazed by the scene and immediately and attentively instructed her maids to start cleaning up the scattered branches and leaves.

In the main hall, Sun Zhengnong stood respectfully in the middle, his scholar's robe still covered in dust. His recent travels had made him noticeably thinner, but he looked much better than his initial beggar-like appearance. He was clean and tidy, and perhaps because he had finally found a place to use his skills, the old man looked radiant and even younger, his eyes sharper than before.

"Come, sit,"

Xu Ping said, ordering a maid to serve tea and gesturing for him to sit. After looking him up and down, he smiled and said, "It seems things in Yunnan are better than in the capital. You look much better. You weren't using business as an excuse to enjoy yourself there, were you?" "

Thanks to Your Highness!"

Sun Zhengnong smiled and bowed, then slowly said, "My lord, regarding the matter in Yunnan, please forgive this servant for acting first and reporting later, and also for the disrespectful crime of deceiving the emperor." "

What is it? Speak,"

Xu Ping said, unconcerned. Compared to Hong Shun's arrogance, Sun Zhengnong's actions, though extreme, were more prudent and effective, unlikely to cause any trouble.

"Let me share some good news first!"

Sun Zhengnong smiled smugly and said, "This time, I was certain that Zhang Yulong was feigning illness in the capital in an attempt to escape. With Ji Long's rebellion, he would be eager to return to Yunnan to gather troops. Two months ago, I laid an ambush at the Yellow River and successfully captured this traitor. Lin Wei is currently escorting him to the capital."

"Good, a great achievement!"

Xu Ping was overjoyed, slapping his thigh in delight. This was truly good news! As long as Zhang Yulong couldn't escape, and there was no one to rebel in Yunnan, the court could focus all its efforts on the north, slowly wearing Ji Long down.

Sun Zhengnong, beaming, said with a smile, "However, Zhang Yulong's younger brother, Zhang Yuhe, has raised an army on his brother's behalf and has already performed the inauguration ceremony. When I set off, he had already amassed over ten thousand troops."

"Damn it!"

Before Xu Ping could finish his celebration, he immediately cursed angrily, "What's the use of capturing him? You're just asking for trouble!"

"This is also my crime," Sun Zhengnong suddenly stepped to the center, knelt on the ground, and said sternly, "This criminal, Sun Zhengnong, in my humble state, falsely conveyed His Majesty's decree. This is a crime of deceiving the Emperor. According to the laws of the Ming Dynasty, I shall be executed by being cut in half at the waist in the marketplace."

"Damn it, stop acting!"

Xu Ping cursed angrily, his face darkening. "If you have something to say, at least say it coherently. Do you feel comfortable babbling on and on? If you keep teasing me, I'll castrate you and send you to the palace to be an official for a while."

Sun Zhengnong felt a chill in his groin and quickly smiled sheepishly, saying with a hint of cunning, "This servant first used the Crown Prince's ultimatum to persuade some officials to surrender. Even so, Zhang Yuhe's rebellious intentions did not diminish. Although he had no supplies, he insisted on raising an army. With his 17,000 troops, he began to harass the people in various places, allowing his soldiers to plunder grain to gather supplies for the uprising. The people of Yunnan are fierce and the various tribes in the mountains dare not speak out. This servant also falsely issued an imperial edict that if anyone plunders grain again, the people can kill them. The various tribes are still worried. This servant then issued another edict that for every rebel soldier who is executed for disturbing the people, the person who brings the head will be exempt from taxes for ten years."

"And then?"

Xu Ping's eyes widened. This Sun Zhengnong was incredibly audacious, daring to fabricate imperial edicts so casually. If the Ministry of Rites found out, they'd surely take his head.

Sun Zhengnong smiled somewhat sheepishly, but said with great pride, "The Miao and Zhuang ethnic groups are naturally fierce, so they hunted down the rebels who were lone and stealing grain like wolves and tigers. More than ten thousand rebels were wiped out, including the families of the rebel officials and even distant relatives. This servant collected more than 26,000 heads, and the soldiers who counted them are still too frightened to eat. The court eliminated the rebels without a fight, but the various ethnic groups suffered heavy casualties, and with the public outcry rising, there were bound to be some complaints. This servant had no choice but to exempt the various ethnic groups from taxes for ten years to appease them."

"Damn!"

Xu Ping was truly at a loss for words, unsure whether to praise him or curse him. This guy was too ruthless! Wasn't this fighting fire with fire? While your officers and soldiers rebelled, he incited those meddlesome commoners to rebel as well. I bet Zhang Yulong never imagined that his meticulously planned scheme of so many years would be completely ruined by this unorthodox fellow Sun Zhengnong. This guy's audacity is truly astounding, beyond anyone's expectations.

Sun Zhengnong knelt and kowtowed solemnly, saying, "The crime of deceiving the emperor was entirely my doing. I voluntarily submit to the law. Please, Your Highness, escort me to the Golden Hall. I am willing to be executed to show the world my crimes."

Xu Ping spat out a mouthful of tea, angrily grabbing a banana from the plate and throwing it at him. He laughed and cursed, "You old bastard, stop acting with me! If you have the guts to submit to the law, go cry at the palace gate yourself. We've already collected your corpse! Damn it, you clearly just want a reward, not some kind of execution. Get out of here!"

"Hehe."

Sun Zhengnong stood up with a smile on his face, showing no trace of the heroic spirit of someone about to die. He seemed to have expected Xu Ping wouldn't care about such trivial matters, and tentatively asked, "Master, could you perhaps ask His Majesty to issue a supplementary imperial edict..."

"Damn it, do you think the imperial seal is in my hands?!"

Xu Ping cursed irritably. "You think you can just mend it like that? You can just cover it with any piece of paper, right? You really don't respect the imperial edict at all!"

"This servant is ignorant." Sun Zhengnong smiled even more broadly. It seemed that the follow-up was going smoothly.

"You old bastard!"

Xu Ping muttered a few words. He thought for a moment that this shouldn't be difficult, but his father's stingy personality would drive him crazy if so many local taxes were exempted at once. He would probably have to lose some money. Just thinking about spending money made Xu Ping's heart bleed. Sun Zhengnong

stayed obediently to the side, not daring to make a sound. When he saw a wicked smile appear on Xu Ping's face, the clever man couldn't help but feel a chill. Oh no, he might escape the death penalty, but he couldn't escape punishment.

"Zhang Hu!"

Xu Ping looked at him with a cold smile and shouted towards the door.

"Your subordinate is here!"

Zhang Hu strode in. He was in much better spirits these days, and his reply was full of energy. He was no longer the dejected person he had been when he was dismissed from his post. He was indeed not a person who coveted fame and fortune. Now he was enjoying a carefree life. Without the entanglements of worldly affairs, his martial arts skills were even getting stronger and stronger.

Xu Ping chuckled a few times, then immediately adopted a serious expression and said, "Sun Zhengnong has rendered meritorious service in quelling the Yunnan rebellion. The Ministry of Personnel will discuss and reward him accordingly. Considering his arduous journey and impoverished circumstances, and the fact that he has no place to stay in the capital, I, the Crown Prince, hereby order you to take him to Piaoxiang Tower for a night of pleasure. I will bestow upon him three virgins and two aphrodisiac pills. You must treat him well."

Sun Zhengnong's face turned pale upon hearing this. A normal man would have his eyes light up and exclaim with delight upon hearing this, but he was already this old, to put it bluntly, with one foot in the grave. He had long since lost the energy and interest in matters of love and sex. How could his frail old bones withstand the torment of three young women? With such high blood pressure, he could easily die of a stroke. This was practically torture in disguise.

Xu Ping narrowed his eyes and sneered, "What, do you want to disobey orders?"

"This servant wouldn't dare."

Sun Zhengnong was sweating profusely, his face contorted in pain, his voice trembling with tears. "This servant dares not take credit for himself. The success of this matter is all thanks to Commander Lin's skillful handling of the affairs. This servant would never dare to take credit for someone else's work. The Crown Prince's generous reward should rightfully be received by him."

"Get out!"

Xu Ping glared at him fiercely and shouted to the maid, "Bring me the medicine. I want him to swallow it right in front of me!"

The maid blushed and placed two small, fragrant pills in front of Sun Zhengnong on a tray. Seeing his old face contorted in a grimace, Zhang Hu couldn't help but cover his mouth and chuckle. This Sun Zhengnong, being from outside the capital, was completely unaware of the situation. His master was easy to talk to about everything, but once money and women were involved, he would turn on them without hesitation. Like father, like son. Although His Majesty is the supreme ruler, he is also a calculating man. To save your old life, I wonder how Master will bargain with the Emperor. Of course, Master will be unhappy.

Sun Zhengnong's face flushed red. After thanking him with a wry smile, he picked up the pill and swallowed it hesitantly, frowning as if he were taking poison instead of an aphrodisiac. Zhang Hu, watching from the side, chuckled and quickly led him to a brothel after bowing.

"Haha!"

As soon as they stepped out, Xu Ping couldn't help but burst into laughter. A mere fake imperial edict had easily resolved the Yunnan rebellion. This Sun Zhengnong was truly audacious, relieving the crisis so easily—truly remarkable! Xu Ping couldn't help but laugh out loud, and his laughter carried a lewdness that made one's anus tighten. The sound echoed throughout the front hall of the Crown Prince's residence, giving everyone who heard it goosebumps.

"Master, what are you enjoying?"

At this time, Lin Ziyan walked over, looked at Xu Ping with a dimple-like smile, and said affectionately: "You haven't eaten much all day, so you should eat some." "

What, you want to take away Xiaomi's job?"

Xu Ping said casually as a joke, but lonelyly found that he was really used to Xiaomi's meticulous service. He didn't know what happened to this cute little girl. Maybe she was still crying because her relatives were about to die. With a bit of ambiguity on her face, Lin Ziyan said with a sweet smile: "Ms. Ji said she was hungry, so she asked the kitchen to prepare some blind food. She told you to go over and watch her eat, and she would beat you up."

Xu Ping felt a warmth in his heart upon hearing this. No matter how fiery his aunt's temper was, she still cared about him. Even though her words were stubborn, she still felt sorry for him not having eaten all day. Such thoughtfulness and gentleness—what could he possibly repay her with nothing but physical intimacy?

He and Lin Ziyan were inseparable on the way, and by the time they reached the garden, the beautiful woman was already blushing like a peach! Although she was overjoyed by his sweet words, she was also embarrassed by Xu Ping's lewd remarks. Her shyness, like that of a young girl in love, was truly pitiful, making one want to carry her to the room and make love to her, to thoroughly enjoy her alluring breasts.

In the garden, Ji Jingyue had already changed into her favorite short-sleeved outfit, which accentuated her graceful curves beautifully. At this moment, her spirited and energetic appearance was the true charm of his fiery aunt. Exquisite dishes were laid out on the table, and Xu Ping's bowl and chopsticks were also prepared. However, seeing the two of them so intimately, she couldn't help but feel jealous and said irritably, "You scoundrel, who told you to come?"

"Guess!"

Xu Ping smiled lewdly, and seeing the milky white broth in the middle, he immediately filled his bowl with a large bowl. Taking a small sip, a medicinal aroma wafted out, indeed refreshing and delicious. He had been drinking medicine and taking medicinal baths recently to treat his injuries, and this tasted strangely without any aversion.

Lin Ziyan, acting as a maid, stood obediently to the side, serving Xu Ping and Ji Jingyue their meal, carefully handing them chopsticks and pouring tea. Xu Ping couldn't see Yao Lu anywhere and asked in confusion, "Where's Yao Lu? Where did she go so late?"

"She's not one of yours, what's it to you?"

Ji Jingyue glared at him fiercely. Regarding Yao Lu's identity, Xu Ping explained that she was a subordinate disguised as a maid, secretly protecting them. The imperial family was a mixed bag, so no one would doubt such an excuse.

After being comforted by her maternal grandfather, Xu Ping calmed down and realized she was truly hungry. She wolfed down her food, finding the simple dishes quite delicious. She noticed her aunt only took a few bites and then stopped eating, realizing her aunt didn't actually want to eat at all, but was just using it as an excuse to persuade her to eat. Xu Ping felt a surge of emotion; although her aunt's tone was always harsh, she still cared about her.

"Where's Qiao'er?"

Lin Ziyan, used to seeing Qiao'er's adorable eating at this time, had transferred her maternal affection to the little girl since her daughter entered the palace, and immediately asked with concern.

Ji Jingyue couldn't help but chuckle, saying smugly, "She's sulking with me. She went back to her room and is probably scolding me right now. This little girl is fearless, but I didn't expect her to be so afraid of my sister. How embarrassing!"

Xu Ping ate without looking up, watching her aunt's smug face, thinking, "How dare you say that to her? Aren't you as meek as a lamb in front of your mother?"

"Is that so?"

Lin Ziyan's face showed concern and worry, clearly concerned that the little girl might do something rash. After glaring at Xu Ping a few times, Ji Jingyue suddenly stretched and said, "Alright, it's so late, I'm going to sleep too. Which room does Lianchi live in? I'll go find her."

"Princess Changxiao lives in the back!"

Lin Ziyan quickly found a maid to lead the way, and timidly added, "She seems a bit listless today and went to bed early. Why don't you go find her another day?"

"It's alright."

Ji Jingyue waved her hand with a smile, and said with a wicked grin, "She's been acting all mysterious lately, I wonder what she's up to. I can interrogate her now and see if there's anything fun to do."

Seeing her turn and walk away, leaving him with only her graceful back view, Xu Ping couldn't help but call out lewdly, "Dear Auntie, remember to leave the door open for me later. I'm going to enjoy some family warmth tonight!"

"Get out!"

A delicate but angry shout rang out, accompanied by the sound of air being torn apart. Xu Ping quickly dodged to the side, and then saw that two small throwing knives were stuck in the chair, aimed directly at his buttocks. "Auntie, you're really ruthless! Aren't you afraid of causing rectal prolapse?" Xu Ping stuck out his tongue, pulled out the throwing knife, and continued eating a little more.

Lin Ziyan stood to the side, her face showing tenderness and affection, her beautiful, watery eyes already filled with arousing desire. With such a stunning beauty beside him, how could Xu Ping possibly resist? He pulled her into his arms and teased her all over, sometimes touching her breasts through her clothes, sometimes kissing her lips, making his beautiful mother-in-law pant heavily. The maids passing by made her nervous, and she kept softly refusing Xu Ping's attempts to undress her. With

such a beauty before him, what man wouldn't be burning with desire? Xu Ping immediately pulled her hand and walked towards the bedroom, his mind filled with his beautiful mother-in-law's shy and charming face and her swaying breasts. He completely forgot that Liu Ziyi was still in the room!

Upon reaching the room door, Xu Ping slapped his forehead and exclaimed that Liu Ziyi was still resting inside. Although she was so docile that she would never object to a threesome, given their earlier intimacy, it was somewhat inappropriate to suddenly bring her to a threesome. Moreover, having just conquered Lin Ziyan last night, immediately proposing a threesome might be a bit much for her to handle. Just as he was

feeling uneasy, a group of maids, their faces flushed and panting, came over carrying hot water. Upon seeing the two of them, they immediately said respectfully that the hot water for bathing would be ready soon. Liu Ziyi had just finished changing and was leaving, saying before leaving that she was too busy to serve him in bed and begged for his forgiveness.

Xu Ping knew immediately that she knew he would have someone else with him that night, which was why she considerately left. Thinking of this, Xu Ping felt a little guilty. He and Liu Ziyi had been in love for so long, but he had never even given her a decent token of their love, let alone let her stay at his mansion for a night. Meanwhile, she had been helping him silently, working herself to the bone every night, all for a simple word of praise from him. This deep affection was truly touching, and he didn't know how to repay her.

Seeing Xu Ping lost in thought, Lin Ziyan slowly shook her hand and timidly asked, "Master, what's wrong?"

Xu Ping snapped out of his reverie, looking at the beauty in his arms, and couldn't help but lewdly smile. He pinched her full, round buttocks while saying with a smile, "I was thinking about what position we should use for lovemaking tonight, and how many times we should do it. I'm just worried you won't be able to get up tomorrow."

"You're so naughty,"

Lin Ziyan said shyly, lowering her head. The feeling of being in love made her as charming as a young girl in love, and the pleasure of sex made her even more youthful and alluring. Her captivating charm quickly aroused Xu Ping.

Once inside the room, a young maidservant waited outside, blushing. Lin Ziyan gently undressed Xu Ping. Even though they had already been intimate, looking at his handsome face and strong muscles still made her heart race. After Xu Ping entered the bathtub, Lin Ziyan was initially hesitant, but remembering Zhu Lianchi's words from the previous night, she gritted her teeth, blushing, and removed all her coverings, revealing her perfectly mature body and Xu Ping's favorite pair of large breasts.

Xu Ping immediately became aroused, and before Lin Ziyan could even finish washing him, she was rendered powerless and half-heartedly pulled into the tub to play together. Xu Ping fondled her large breasts with great affection, while also nibbling at her delicate skin, holding the beautiful woman tightly in his arms.

Lin Ziyan, because of the previous night's passionate encounter, was even more charming and alluring now, her pretty face flushed with a captivating passion, her small mouth slightly open, exhaling wisps of hot breath, exuding an indescribable charm, already brimming with lust, so sexy it was maddening.

Taking advantage of the moment, Xu Ping stood up, held her head, and brought his penis to her lips. Lin Ziyan's eyes were glazed, and she immediately opened her small mouth and took it in, licking it with relish, properly serving this coveted manhood. She even instinctively began licking Xu Ping's testicles.

Xu Ping sighed with pleasure, watching her beautiful face diligently performing oral sex on him, her sexy little mouth tightly holding his penis. He was immediately aroused and, panting heavily, pulled her out. Before he could even dry her off, he made her hold onto the edge of the tub, her buttocks raised towards him.

Lin Ziyan's face flushed crimson, her eyes brimming with tender passion. Though shy, she obediently assumed the position her lover desired. Xu Ping couldn't resist slapping her snow-white buttocks, each slap eliciting a captivating moan from her, until her climax was overflowing with desire. Only then did he guide her waist and penetrate her alluring body.

Lin Ziyan sighed contentedly, her legs trembling. Despite their previous night's union, she was still amazed by her lover's size. Soon, her high-pitched moans echoed in the room from Xu Ping's powerful thrusts.

The two stood and wriggled in a doggy-style position for a while, Lin Ziyan, drenched in sweat, weakly enjoying two orgasms. Xu Ping lovingly carried her to bed, his hands continuing to caress her sensitive spots and fondle her alluring breasts.

After a long while, Lin Ziyan regained her strength. She rolled over and pinned Xu Ping down, her eyes filled with a seductive allure. She gazed at him tenderly before lowering her head and, for the first time, tried kissing him from his chest down to his groin with her small mouth. Her tongue licked awkwardly, but knowing Xu Ping's fondness for her breasts, she used her large breasts to clamp down on his penis, moving it up and down, her tongue diligently licking the glans.

Xu Ping enjoyed this comfortably for a while, watching his beautiful mother-in-law service him so eagerly. Despite her rawness, it felt incredibly pleasurable. He couldn't resist pulling her up and, in a position of sitting on her lap, taking over her body once more!

"Good, Master...it feels so good...I'm going to die..."

"Come...coming, you...hurry, hurry..."

Lin Ziyan's fair skin turned rosy, her tender body covered with playful beads of sweat. She had been pampered by Xu Ping in different positions for most of the night, and she had long lost count of how many orgasms she had had. She only knew that each one was so intense, so strong that it was suffocating.

As the sixth climax subsided, Lin Ziyan was too weak to even lift a finger. Xu Ping, however, continued to writhe tirelessly on top of her. Suddenly, a numbness shot through his waist, and he felt himself about to ejaculate. His eyes reddened, and he thrust into her hard while roaring hysterically, "I want you to have a child, to give Xiaoxue a little sister..."

Lin Ziyan trembled, unexpectedly aroused by Xu Ping's absurd words, and cried out along with him, "Master... this servant wants... wants to bear your dragon seed... to be sisters with Xiaoxue... and in the future, together... to serve you... our mother and daughter... to serve you..."

Xu Ping felt his brain churning. Amidst her maddening cries, his mind went blank, all his energy flowing into her mature womb. Lin Ziyan also cried out, her womb once again gushing hot love fluid. Her vagina writhed as she experienced her most intense climax, the stimulation causing her eyes to roll back and her to faint in bliss.

Xu Ping's body went limp, feeling the powerful contractions of her vagina. Holding her mature body, he breathed heavily, his mind starting to fantasize about placing her and Cheng Ningxue together on the bed, the two of them with their ample breasts serving him. He believed that it would be an absolute paradise that would drive him crazy...

Lin Ziyan was also overwhelmed by the orgasm and couldn't think straight. She licked her dry lips, somewhat unable to believe that such a wonderful affair existed in the world. Semen was gushing from her vagina, and the beautiful mother-in-law even began to fantasize about whether she would give her lover a child...

Chapter Four: Breaking Another Step

A night of carefree passion, a night of soul-stirring ecstasy. In the morning, after struggling to get out of the gentle embrace, just as Xu Ping was determined to have a proper day, the news brought by Zhang Hu almost made him vomit blood, making Xu Ping both laugh and feel helpless.

The Hungry Wolf Camp and the Broken Army Camp are now in a stalemate. Both sides are composed of veterans who have survived countless battles, and are among the most formidable and fierce armies of their time. The fighting power of either camp is so great that even the wolves of the grasslands would be wary. The mutual suspicion between these two strongest armies of the Ming Dynasty is common knowledge and a topic of conversation among the people. Even three-year-olds know about this anticipated standoff.

The Prince of Zhenbei entered the capital at dawn, arriving alone with undiminished prestige, causing a great stir throughout the city. The atmosphere was tense, like a storm brewing. Even after Guo Jinghao's purge, many of his former protégés and associates remained in the capital, and some of Ji Long's followers who had escaped the executioner's blade began to stir, creating an unstable situation.

Just as undercurrents were swirling in the court, the General of the Golden Guard arrived at dusk, carrying the prestige of thirty years of military service. His appearance initially stabilized the situation somewhat. Two powerful generals, each commanding a formidable army, the two strongest commanders of the Ming Dynasty, arrived in the capital simultaneously. The situation was already complex enough to baffle many, but Ji Zhongyun's intentions were even more perplexing.

What was truly absurd was that, instead of a fierce battle, the two were seen chatting and laughing together, having breakfast early in the morning. On a whim , they decided to leave the city together, saying they would first pay respects to the late emperor and then enjoy a two-day sightseeing trip. This dramatic turn of events not only shocked the common people, but also left the entire court and even Ji Long in Tianjin completely

bewildered. Zhang Hu was utterly bewildered when he heard the news, and Xu Ping was both amused and exasperated. What were these two old monsters up to? Everyone expected a grand spectacle, but instead, they were off having fun together—what was going on?!

Zhang Hu was dumbfounded, but still dutifully said, "Master, it's normal for General Jinwu and Prince Zhenbei to have such a relationship. Back when the founding emperor rose up, they were brothers from the same village, struggling together to earn a living. They joined the army, rising step by step from soldiers wielding hoes to the position of general. It's said they're even related by blood. Their lifelong bond of camaraderie is something we can't possibly understand."

"I know,"

Xu Ping nodded, laughing and crying at the same time, "But these two old fogies are really putting everyone's hearts on the line! Yesterday they caused such a commotion in the capital, everyone was on edge, and now they're off sightseeing together. What are they up to?"

"Your subordinate is utterly incompetent!"

Zhang Hu blushed, a hint of self-reproach in his voice.

Thinking critically wasn't his forte, so Xu Ping waved him off, then immediately asked suspiciously, "Where's Sun Zhengnong? Didn't you take him last night? What's wrong? Has that old man come back to life, become addicted to being served by those young prostitutes, and fallen into a brothel he won't come out?"

Zhang Hu's face flushed red, and he couldn't help but chuckle, "Reporting to Master, Sun Zhengnong overworked himself last night. This morning, the doctor diagnosed him with a sprained back and several twisted joints. He can't even walk right now and is resting in the residence I arranged."

Upon hearing this, Xu Ping burst into laughter, and after laughing for a while, he nodded and asked, "Good. Is there anything else interesting?"

Zhang Hu thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "It seems not. Today, one thing is that the Imperial Guards dispatched three thousand cavalry to protect the two generals in a grand manner, which has caused a lot of controversy. Another thing is that many officials from the Ministry of Rites were also named by the Emperor to accompany and serve the two generals, but they seem a bit unwilling."

Unwilling? I think they're more like trembling with fear! Xu Ping sneered, thinking: "Father only resorted to this underhanded trick because he was dissatisfied with the Ministry of Rites. What kind of people are in the Ministry of Rites? They're all just spouting classical phrases and using their foul mouths to curse and insult everyone. They've already offended Father and me long ago, and Grandfather definitely won't give them a good look. Knowing his personality, he might even do something malicious to get back at them.

During the Ji Long Rebellion, the Ministry of Rites' jinxed mouth went all out to show off his literary talent, cursing Ji Long's entire family and ancestors to the eighteenth generation, practically saying that Ji Zhongyun was already guilty of a heinous crime for not using those ten-odd seconds to go for a walk or not shooting Ji Long into the wall. Ji Zhongyun must have heard something about it, and I'm sure he wouldn't give them any favors." These two are people that these minor officials from the Six Ministries can't afford to offend. To put it bluntly, if either of these two powerful figures got angry and killed them, who among the other officials would dare to utter a word? They probably have that awareness, which is why they're unhappy.

"Oh, right!"

Zhang Hu slapped his forehead, his face full of shame, and said, "This afternoon, the Ministry of Justice, along with the Shuntian Prefecture, Tiandu Prefecture, the Ministry of Personnel, and the Censorate, are going to interrogate those of Ji Long's cronies. This morning, I received a message from the palace instructing you to go there; the Emperor even sent a personal edict."

"Why should I go see all this nonsense?"

Xu Ping, lounging lazily with his legs crossed, thought to himself: "These things are all about setting up charges first. The so-called interrogation is just a formality with instruments of torture. What's so interesting about it? I'm not some sadomasochistic SM enthusiast."

Zhang Hu quickly pulled a letter from his pocket and respectfully said, "This is the Emperor's edict. The Emperor says you will definitely go after reading it."

"Oh?"

Xu Ping let out a long "oh," clearly with a doubtful tone. What kind of supernatural powers could the old man have? Why does he have to act like some kind of unparalleled master? But to be honest, Zhang Hu really can't manage things. Compared to Uncle Liu's orderly manner when he was alive, his careless personality is really unreliable. Sigh, it seems I still need to find a reliable person to handle these miscellaneous affairs in the manor.

Slowly opening the envelope, Xu Ping almost burst into tears when he saw what it said: "Father! You are truly my father. You know what words are most likely to seduce your son. You are so understanding." On the long piece of paper were only three hastily written words: "There are benefits."

Seeing Xu Ping's constantly shifting expression, Zhang Hu immediately asked anxiously, "Master, should we go or not?"

"Go!"

Xu Ping's eyes gleamed. Why wouldn't he go if there was something to gain? He wasn't going to suffer any losses anyway; his father's tricks were too simple to fool him. What was there to be afraid of?

Traveling in plain clothes, the two strolled through the bustling market for a while, carefully listening to the discussions of the surrounding people, before heading to the Ministry of Justice at noon. Zhang Hu flashed his ultimatum, and the gatekeeper didn't dare utter a sound, immediately leading the way respectfully.

In the courtyard of the Ministry of Justice's main hall, prisoners and their families were densely packed, all dressed in prison uniforms, their hair disheveled, looking utterly dejected. Some were already covered in wounds, their open wounds still bleeding; some had even fainted, bound with bamboo and forced into a kneeling position; others knelt on the ground, heads drooping, their eyes empty, having long since lost their minds from fear. The scene wasn't as orderly as Xu Ping had imagined. Some were sobbing quietly, others were so frightened they had lost control of their bladders—it was rather unsightly.

In the main hall, more than ten officials were exchanging interrogation data. Rows of soldiers surrounded the Ministry of Justice, keeping a close watch on the more than a thousand prisoners in the main hall. Exposed to the scorching sun, their faces were pale and they looked even more miserable, making one wonder if those kneeling silently were already corpses. As soon as

Xu Ping entered, the officials in the hall immediately perked up, standing up with renewed vigor. Xu Ping waved his hand, indicating that they didn't need to bow, and found a chair to sit down. He smiled and said, "Gentlemen, I'm just here to observe. You can continue your trial."

"Yes, yes!"

Wang Bojun, the highest-ranking official among the assembled officials and the Minister of Justice, immediately stepped forward and respectfully ordered tea to be prepared. However, he didn't exchange many pleasantries before turning back to his work. Xu Ping was pleased with his unassuming attitude; an official who was willing to work diligently was a good official.

The constables of Shuntian Prefecture stood below the hall. Suddenly, a figure that had been standing at the front quietly slipped away. She was tall and alluring, with an incomparably cold and beautiful face that aroused a desire to conquer. Xu Ping spotted her immediately and said with a smile, "Leng Yue, you're here too?"

The other constables quickly made way, and everyone's attention was focused on Leng Yue. Leng Yue immediately felt a little uncomfortable, giving Xu Ping a slight glare, but still stepped forward, holding her sword and bowing, "Leng Yue of Shuntian Prefecture greets Your Highness the Crown Prince." She

was stunningly beautiful, but her bare face lacked any femininity. Her figure was sexy, yet she wore a black official robe like a man. Leng Yue's appearance and her heroic attire attracted many eyes. Some even sighed inwardly, wondering how such a beautiful woman could be among the ruthless killers of Shuntian Prefecture. "No need for formalities."

Xu Ping certainly wouldn't bother her in front of so many people. He said in a gentle tone, "I owe you a lot for what happened in Hebei last time. Since returning to the capital, I've been busy with worldly affairs and haven't been able to find a moment to thank you. How about I host a banquet for you later to express my gratitude?"

"Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness."

Leng Yue felt the jealousy in many eyes and shook her head, saying, "But I'm busy with official duties and I'm afraid I can't accept your invitation."

As soon as she said this, she immediately felt obvious regret and jealous anger in the hall. Although Xu Ping was the Crown Prince, he rarely interacted with officials of the Six Ministries except for his students. Apart from state banquets, he only had one private gathering with Guo Jinghao. He was so low-key that it was astonishing. Now, the Crown Prince was inviting a mere constable and she dared to say she was too busy. This was simply against common sense. In fact, to those who were eager for fame and fortune, Leng Yue's words were enough to incur the wrath of heaven and the resentment of men.

Upon hearing this, the Prefect of Shuntian Prefecture quickly stepped forward and said with a smile, "It is Leng Yue's honor to have His Highness the Crown Prince's invitation. Although official business is busy, it is no problem. Leng Yue has been tired for so long, so she can take a rest."

Leng Yue's face immediately showed some dissatisfaction, but Xu Ping looked at her smugly, thinking: You don't want to buy my face, but there are plenty of people who want to flatter me. Run? Where can you run to, you little vixen? You can't escape my grasp!

Seeing that Xu Ping was in a good mood, the Prefect also vaguely sensed something and immediately turned to Leng Yue and instructed, "His Highness the Crown Prince's invitation to the banquet is such a great honor. Just go obediently. The prefecture will be much more relaxed after the interrogation, so you can take this opportunity to rest."

"Yes!"

Leng Yue answered reluctantly, and did not forget to glare at Xu Ping as she walked back. "Your Highness!"

Zhang Bojun, after discussing with the other officials for most of the day, finally approached with a thick stack of execution warrants and respectfully said, "Your subject and colleagues have finished our discussions. The guilty officials will be executed along with their entire families, or beheaded, or exiled. All the sentences are here. Please review them for any objections."

"No need!"

Xu Ping, having watched their fuss, was getting a sore throat from waiting so long. He quickly waved his hand and said, "Do as you see fit. Execute them!"

"Yes!"

Zhang Bojun's face turned cold. He strode forward, his cold gaze sweeping over the prisoners, who were too terrified to even breathe. As the vice ministers loudly announced the punishments for each official and the names of their implicated families, many began to wail and cry, or faint from fright.

After each sentence was read aloud, soldiers would come and drag the convicts out. Some were dragged to the marketplace and beheaded as a warning, while others were imprisoned and prepared to be exiled to the frontier to do work that was tantamount to suicide. For a time, the Ministry of Justice was filled with hysterical cries and pleas for mercy from the Crown Prince. The shrill cries were so heart-wrenching that even Xu Ping could hardly bear to listen, closing his eyes to avoid looking at their wailing. After an afternoon of sentencing, with the executioner's cleaver slashing, more than four hundred headless corpses appeared in the North Gate Market. This sudden situation left the onlookers bewildered, and they speculated that the court had deliberately chosen to execute these rebels when the Prince of Zhenbei came to the capital, perhaps as a way to intimidate him and give him a warning.

Just as Xu Ping was about to drift off to sleep from boredom, Zhang Bojun approached and pointed to the empty front hall, saying, "Your Highness, the interrogation is over. His Majesty requests that you wait here for a moment. We officials will take our leave."

"Leave!"

Xu Ping yawned and waved his hand, wondering what his father was up to. What was the point of all this secrecy? Was he trying to bribe him? He'd rather believe in ghosts than such a good thing.

Zhang Bojun respectfully led the officials in a bow, and they filed out according to their rank. Even the soldiers and constables withdrew, leaving only the bewildered Xu Ping and Zhang Hu in the vast front hall of the Ministry of Justice.

"Damn it, are they playing a trick on me?"

After waiting for a while without any response, Xu Ping cursed, "It must be some old bastard who's just looking for fun on me. Damn it, I curse you to become impotent soon."

Zhang Hu was used to Xu Ping's disrespectful words, and although he no longer took them seriously, he still cautiously looked left and right, wary of any other people present. These words were utterly treasonous to ordinary people and certainly couldn't be allowed to spread. Besides, the Crown Prince's unconventional behavior had already caused much discussion; if others heard such words, someone would inevitably use them to make a fuss. At this moment, there was finally some movement in the front hall. Xu Ping looked up and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration: "Truly a master!" Two figures, one tall and one short, entered through the doorway. The taller

one was incredibly burly, with fierce, bulging eyes, his muscles dark and gleaming. He walked with powerful, forceful steps, clearly a master of external martial arts. The other, slightly shorter, had a neat goatee. Although his appearance was also imposing, his expressionless face exuded an air of quiet authority. He wore a neat long robe, giving him a touch of elegance, and his light, graceful steps conveyed immense power.

Both men were around forty years old. Xu Ping, with his skill level, could tell at a glance that the newcomer's martial arts were superior to his own, and he seemed to have already established himself as a Heavenly Rank expert—a truly rare find.

Zhang Hu frowned immediately upon seeing this, naturally gripping his sword and warily demanding, "Who goes there?"

The shorter man glanced at him expressionlessly, disdainfully saying, "A mere guard, a guy who's been dismissed from his position as Imperial Guard, dares to question me?" "Hmph."

Zhang Hu said nothing, his face cold as he stepped forward, his sword flashing with a chilling aura as it was drawn. The taller man smiled but said nothing, giving Xu Ping a meaningful look before finding a place to sit and eating the fruit on the table, seemingly uninterested in the matter. Xu Ping also took a sip of tea. It was clear the newcomers were hostile, but Xu Ping remained leisurely.

It wasn't that he wasn't worried, but with two Heavenly Rank experts coming together, his injured body and Zhang Hu's still nascent cultivation level meant he had no chance against them. Running away offered almost no chance, so he might as well calm down and see what was going on. The short man beckoned to Zhang Hu, scoffing contemptuously, "If you can even touch the hem of my clothes, I'll let you go today. I'll tell you everything you want to know, how about it?"

Zhang Hu was enraged, but the man before him was clearly far more skilled. Even in his rage, he dared not be arrogant. He shouted, and before his voice even left his mouth, he leaped over the steps and charged at the man.

What angered Zhang Hu even more was the short man's chuckle. Ignoring the cold glint of the sharp blade in Zhang Hu's hand, he opened his arms and slowly closed his eyes, his attitude contemptuous, practically saying: I can defeat you even with my eyes closed. Zhang Hu had never been so underestimated before. He immediately flew into a rage, roaring as he slashed at the man's neck with his blade.

Despite Xu Ping's relaxed demeanor, he remained tense, watching the scene unfold. Just as the blade was about to strike, the short man nimbly bent down, his hands behind his back, causing Zhang Hu's deadly strike to miss its mark.

"Give me your life!"

Zhang Hu, his eyes bloodshot, pressed forward, his precious sword flashing as he unleashed a signature move that even Xu Ping had never seen before—a myriad of blade lights clashing towards the short man.

The short man seemed momentarily surprised, but quickly and nimbly turned, dodging all of Zhang Hu's attacks. His eyes remained closed, and a fleeting, approving smile seemed to linger on his lips.

The tall man burst into hearty laughter, "The Zhang Family Hundred Slashes Saber Technique, this kid has already mastered the routine quite well. It's a pity he's only one step away from the Earth Rank, otherwise, you wouldn't be so arrogant."

Zhang Hu was taken aback to hear that someone had so easily seen through his signature move. After all, even Xu Ping had never seen this saber technique before, and the newcomer had recognized it at a glance—it was truly unbelievable.

"Yes,"

the short man replied with a chuckle, just in time to flip over and gracefully dodge Zhang Hu's fierce attack. As he dodged, the blade was only an inch away from his skin.

The short man didn't fight back, letting Zhang Hu yell and chase him all over the courtyard. It was like an adult toying with a child. Xu Ping watched with a furrowed brow, but he was certain the newcomers meant no harm. Otherwise, given their skills, killing Zhang Hu and himself wouldn't have been difficult. Even if they were top-tier experts, they wouldn't dare linger in the Ministry of Justice for so long. Even if this insignificant expert fought them, an ant could easily crush an elephant.

The courtyard was filled with the short man's dashing figure and Zhang Hu's fierce blade flashes. Gradually, Zhang Hu's strength waned, he was covered in sweat, and the speed of his sword swings slowed. The short man, however, didn't break a sweat, his smile still carefree and arrogant.

"Are you done?"

The short man, seeing Zhang Hu stop panting, suddenly opened his eyes, looked at Zhang Hu, and said with a smile, "You're done, then it's my turn!"

Zhang Hu's nerves tightened, and he quickly assumed a defensive stance, only to feel his waist suddenly empty. Upon closer inspection, he realized that his scabbard was already in the short man's hand, and he was immediately stunned.

"Kid, watch closely, this is the real Hundred Cuts Sword Technique!"

The short man's expression turned cold, and he actually assumed the same starting stance as Zhang Hu, exuding a strong killing intent. The scabbard in his hand inspired fear, like a precious sword that could cut a hair in two, seemingly capable of taking any life at any moment.

The tall man was still smiling, but he turned his head and looked at Xu Ping with interest. Xu Ping was also sizing him up. Although his face remained calm, he was already trying to figure out who this short man was.

The short man remained silent for a long while, the oppressive silence already making Zhang Hu extremely nervous. He swung his precious sword without a trace of true energy, seemingly slowing down to allow Zhang Hu to learn, each movement appearing exceptionally clear.

"This is the true 'Sunset Glow,' take this!"

the short man shouted, his scabbard instantly transforming into thousands of swords, attacking Zhang Hu from all directions.

Zhang Hu hurriedly raised his sword to block, surprised to find that the short man's technique was actually his family's martial art, and the internal energy he used was almost identical to his own. He hardly needed to worry about the difference in internal energy; it seemed the short man was intentionally trying to fairly test his strength. What was going on?

Even though Zhang Hu managed to block the first move, he was still amazed by the skill. Although it was his family's Hundred Slashes Sword Technique, it was slightly different, the transitions between moves were ingenious, almost every strike connected to another. If it were truly used, it would be truly impenetrable.

Seeing that Zhang Hu had blocked all his attacks, the short man smiled approvingly and said, "Not bad, you actually managed to block it. I thought you'd have to take a few hits!"

"Who exactly are you?"

Zhang Hu gritted his teeth and glared at him. The Hundred Slashes Sword Technique was a closely guarded secret of the Zhang family, passed down only to men, not women, and only to the eldest son. Very few people in the world knew it. How could this monster in front of him seem to know it better than he did?

The short man shook his head silently, then suddenly shouted, "Watch out, Seven Wind Slashes!" As soon as he finished speaking, his figure appeared in front of Zhang Hu like a ghost, swinging his scabbard straight at Zhang Hu's upper body.

Zhang Hu naturally knew what the Seven Wind Slashes were all about. The upper body was an upward attack, but the lower body was the real target. He quickly got up and jumped, dodging the seven consecutive downward slashes. But before he could react, he felt a pain in his chest as he was struck, and immediately groaned as he fell backward.

The short man chuckled, gripping his scabbard and squinting at him. "After the Seven Wind-Slaying Techniques, you can follow up with Tiger Roaring to the Sky, and then with the Three Sun-Breaking Slashes. Didn't your master tell you such a rudimentary technique?"

"Who are you?"

Zhang Hu stood up, clutching his chest, roaring incredulously, "Why do you know so much?!"

"Didn't I tell you?"

The short man's face darkened. He pointed his scabbard at Zhang Hu and sneered, "If you can even touch the hem of my clothes, I'll tell you, don't say I'm bullying you. I'll fight you with top-notch internal strength and show you what a true Hundred-Slash Blade is!"

"I'm happy to oblige!" Zhang Hu, already hot-blooded, roared and charged forward.

Surprisingly, the short man's slender body possessed the same external martial arts skills as Zhang Hu, even down to the exact same punches and kicks. When the two fought, it was like looking in a mirror. Xu Ping was puzzled, while Zhang Hu was dumbfounded and somewhat at a loss for what to do.

"This is truly 'Slicing Leaves in the Wind'!"

After dodging Zhang Hu's fierce slash, the short man turned around with a flourish. With a flick of his wrist, Zhang Hu was immediately struck on the head, followed by several stabs to the chest.

Zhang Hu endured the pain and continued charging towards him. The short man patiently fought him for a while, then quickly found an opening in Zhang Hu's defenses. After deflecting several horizontal slashes with his scabbard, he rushed into Zhang Hu's arms and struck him hard in the throat, coldly saying, "What kind of 'falling into the water' horizontal slash is that? This is it!"

"The 'Dancing Moon Slash' technique, yours is too slow."

"And 'Slicing Leaves in the Wind' again, you're not even good enough to kill a chicken."

"Didn't I tell you? The Dragon Whirlwind Slash can be followed by a 'Sleeping Dragon Worshiping the Moon,' which can seal off the opponent's upper body."

After fighting for an hour, Xu Ping watched in horror. Just who was this guy? No matter what move Zhang Hu used, he could immediately retaliate with the same move, and each move was even more refined than Zhang Hu's. The short man really wasn't using internal force to bully him, but just these identical moves were enough to overwhelm Zhang Hu, which was astonishing.

Zhang Hu, panting heavily, stared in disbelief at the confident, short man before him. He looked as if he'd been pulled from water; his clothes were soaked with sweat, his lips were turning pale, his hand holding the knife trembled, and his legs were unsteady. It was clear he was on the verge of collapse from exhaustion.

Zhang Hu was now deathly pale. Suddenly, he turned and glanced at Xu Ping, his eyes filled with loyalty and unwavering determination. Even though his whole body ached as if his bones had been broken, he roared and immediately charged forward again, knife in hand.

This loyalty moved Xu Ping, but Zhang Hu was a straightforward man. Once he started fighting, he didn't have time to analyze the situation, and even if he weren't fighting, he wouldn't have the mind to think.

"Oh, you're really not afraid of death!"

the short man chuckled, nimbly dodging with a light touch of his foot. Zhang Hu lost his balance and fell to the ground, but he gritted his teeth and got back up, continuing to swing his knife at him.

He fell once, and got up again. His movements grew increasingly slow, almost driven by sheer instinct. Even the tall man watching from the sidelines smiled approvingly at Zhang Hu's unwavering resolve, let alone Xu Ping. The short man, seemingly surprised by Zhang Hu's stubbornness, found his forehead beaded with sweat after the prolonged struggle.

"Do you submit?"

He knocked Zhang Hu to the ground again, panting heavily.

Zhang Hu felt as if his body was out of his control; every movement felt like a spasm, his entire body stiffening. He tried to get up but collapsed weakly back down. Seeing Xu Ping beside him, he gritted his teeth and struggled for three or four minutes before finally managing to stand, shaking his head stubbornly.

"I'll make sure you can't get up!"

The short man, seemingly unwilling to continue, shouted and charged towards Zhang Hu like a ghost. As he drew closer, Zhang Hu's consciousness grew increasingly blurred. The short man seemed to multiply into three figures, becoming indistinct. His head grew heavy, and his vision began to darken.

Just as the shorter man was about to strike, Zhang Hu suddenly saw white light before his eyes. He roared with unexpected strength, and his previously depleted inner energy erupted violently, seemingly erasing all his injuries. His face contorted in a ferocious rage as he fiercely raised his knife to meet the shorter man's attack!

This scene was all too familiar to Xu Ping, who couldn't help but exclaim in delight, "This kid's really something!"

"But he's lost his own consciousness now." The taller man also marveled at Zhang Hu's talent, but he understood the situation better than Xu Ping. Upon closer inspection, Xu Ping saw that Zhang Hu's eyes had already rolled back, seemingly having lost consciousness. He was only

focused on hacking at the shorter man. The shorter man was initially caught off guard, hastily blocking a few attacks before realizing with dismay that Zhang Hu's speed was increasing rapidly, attacking relentlessly without any regard for survival.

"Kid, you're in for it!"

the taller man laughed heartily from the side, seemingly also praising Zhang Hu!

"Get lost!"

the short man roared, unleashing his lower-grade Earth-rank Qi. His scabbard immediately met Zhang Hu's sword, but after a brief struggle, he was surprised to find himself at a disadvantage.

Zhang Hu roared, now unconscious and devoid of consciousness, instinctively swinging his cleaver at the short man. Each move was fluid and seamless, offering almost no opening for counterattack, even without any defense. Xu Ping pondered for a moment and understood: Zhang Hu, while unconscious, had combined the short man's demonstration of swordsmanship with two subtle techniques he himself had learned, making each attack incredibly refined, far surpassing the short man's demonstration.

"Excellent!"

Xu Ping exclaimed in delight.

"Good my ass!"

the short man said irritably. At this moment, he had no idea what move the unconscious Zhang Hu was going to make. He was beaten into a sorry state. Upon closer inspection, he saw that Zhang Hu's blood vessels were starting to swell and his eyes were starting to bulge with bloodshot veins. The power of the Heavenly Rank immediately erupted. With a nimble dodge, he pointed his fingers at Zhang Hu's pulse point.

Startled by this, Zhang Hu's previously ferocious face instantly went blank. His body went limp, and after a few swaying motions, he fell backward. The short man immediately caught him, wiping his sweat and panting, saying, "This guy's brain is stiff and dull, but he learns things quickly enough. He can even perform a movement while unconscious. His talent is even higher than mine."

"Hehe!"

The tall man, who had been yawning in his chair, suddenly appeared silently beside him, catching the unconscious Zhang Hu while laughing loudly, "He's single-minded about martial arts, unlike you who's so fickle!"

Although Zhang Hu was dull and straightforward, this simplicity made him more talented in martial arts than others. The tall man's words were truly insightful. Xu Ping stood up with a smile and said, "Now you should tell us where you came from!"

Only then did the short man realize with surprise that he had been slashed twice on his waist. Although it didn't injure his flesh, it had cut his clothes. Zhang Hu had unknowingly cut his clothes.

The tall man remained silent, but seeing Zhang Hu's pale face, he quickly carried him aside to meditate, using his internal energy cultivation technique to treat the internal injuries caused by the excessive use of true energy after Zhang Hu's initial attack. The short man tossed aside his scabbard, clasped his hands in a fist salute to Xu Ping, and said with a smile, "Your Highness, I am Zhang Congjia, a palace attendant, and a descendant of the Zhang family. By seniority, I am this boy's grandfather."

While treating Zhang Hu's injuries, the tall man said in a flippant tone, "Don't make yourself sound so great. You're just a lecherous scoundrel who ran away with someone's concubine. Descendant, my foot!"

"No one will think you're mute if you don't speak!"

Zhang Congjia glared angrily, looking uncomfortable, as if he had some unspeakable secret.

However, the tall man began to speak at length: It turned out that before the war, Zhang Hu's family was a wealthy and powerful clan, not only with numerous servants but also a multitude of talented individuals. The Hundred-Slash Saber was their family heirloom. At that time, Zhang Congjia was born out of wedlock and had no status in the family, practically no different from a servant. From a young age, he could only spar with Zhang Hu's grandfather—in other words, he was used as a punching bag. But his talent was extraordinary; he mastered all of the Zhang family's martial arts during these beatings, and even surpassed the eldest grandson of the legitimate heir through sheer talent.

Even so, under feudalistic thinking, because his mother was just a maid, he could only obediently serve as his punching bag, daring not to reveal that he had learned martial arts. He would occasionally practice secretly. But what young man isn't prone to infatuation? When Zhang Hu's great-grandfather took his eleventh concubine, he fell in love with a tearful young woman. Disregarding ethics and morality, he resolutely abducted this young woman, who should have been his elder, before the wedding and married her. This incident naturally became a great disgrace to the Zhang family.

Xu Ping let out a long "Oh," thinking to himself: "Stealing a woman from your boss, he really deserves a beating! But this guy's got guts! These days, daring to do something like this is truly admirable. According to him, Zhang Hu's ancestors were incredibly wealthy. Maybe back then he'd obediently become a grandson, find a place to hide, and slowly defile that young girl. What a man of character!"

Zhang Hu's complexion gradually softened, and a bit of color returned. The tall man then slowly put him down, stepped forward, and said with a smile, "This humble commoner is Qiu Si, one of the Imperial Guards." He gave a simple introduction, but judging from his cheerful demeanor, there seemed to be nothing to gossip about.

"Greetings, seniors."

Xu Ping vaguely knew that his father had three Heavenly Rank experts under his command. Since they were his own people, he had to be polite. He'd been idle all day and unexpectedly gained a loyal Earth Rank subordinate; it was indeed a great gain.

"Let's get down to business!"

Qiu Si chuckled, turning to shout towards the door, "You little bastard, you want to watch a show? Hurry up and get in here!"

Xu Ping was stunned. There was someone else peeking outside the door, and he hadn't even noticed. What a failure! Then he saw the smiling, wrinkled old face—it was Shi Tianfeng! He hadn't even noticed the old man hiding to the side. What a damn failure.

Shi Tianfeng was carrying a limp, disheveled man. Upon closer inspection, it was none other than the infamous leader of the Green Robe Sect, Song Yuanshan. At this moment, he had lost all his former power. His eyes were lifeless, like a walking corpse. Many of his acupoints were sealed with gold needles and silver thorns, rendering him unable to mobilize any true energy. He was so weak that even a three-year-old child could easily kill him.

"Why didn't you kill him?"

Xu Ping's anger flared at the sight of him, and he frowned. After all, their first encounter was because of this bastard, and no one would be in a good mood seeing their enemy.

Zhang Congjia smiled coldly and snorted, "Why kill him? It would be a waste to kill such a good medicinal herb!"

"Medicinal herb?"

Xu Ping looked at him in confusion, immediately puzzled.

Qiu Si waved his hand and said smugly, "As long as we seal his eight extraordinary meridians and damage his mind, no expert can help him. It would be a waste to kill this guy with his Heavenly Grade power. Now we can use the 'Pushing Palace and Passing Qi' technique to use his power to heal you!"

"You can do that?"

Xu Ping was immediately dumbfounded. Could there really be such a convenient method? Wasn't this the legendary Star Absorbing Technique? Then he could immediately establish his Heavenly Grade power.

"Hehe, this is an extremely harmful evil technique. Many people disdain using it because the process is complicated."

Shi Tianfeng smiled gently and explained, "Your Highness, please rest assured. Although he cannot help you establish the prestige of the Heavenly Rank, he can at least heal your internal injuries. With the two of them here, there will be no problem." "

Good!"

Xu Ping immediately nodded excitedly. This internal injury was truly troublesome. If it weren't for the inability to mobilize his true energy, he would have raped his aunt last night. How could he allow her to flaunt her power in front of him?

Following their instructions, Xu Ping placed his hands on his lap, sat cross-legged, and quietly guarded his dantian. Shi Tianfeng also positioned the already dumbfounded Song Yuanshan in the same posture, facing Xu Ping. Zhang Congjia and Qiu Si sat down on either side, their faces solemn as they prepared for this evil technique that would exhaust their lives and take even the slightest bit of their essence.

Qiu Si silently circulated his qi, placing one hand on Song Yuanshan's crown and the other on Xu Ping's chest. Zhang Congjia took a deep breath and placed both hands on their lower abdomens. Shi Tianfeng, his face solemn, immediately stood guard to the side.

"Drink!"

"Pass!"

Qiu Si and Zhang Congjia exchanged a glance, nodded slightly, and immediately shouted in unison. Their internal energy rapidly invaded Song Yuanshan's meridians, heading straight for his dantian.

Xu Ping initially felt nothing, but suddenly, as their palms heated up, surging true qi rushed in, like a flood of ferocious beasts, assaulting his wounds and tightly closed meridians. It was no different from qi deviation. Xu Ping immediately broke out in a cold sweat. The pain felt like thousands of needles piercing his bones, each flow causing intense, bone-deep agony.

"Guard your dantian!"

Seeing Xu Ping's unbearable pain, the two reminded him in unison.

Xu Ping gritted his teeth and endured the pain, channeling the incoming true energy into his dantian and circulating it through his meridians to further attack his wounds. However, Song Yuanshan's Heavenly Grade True Energy was incredibly powerful; even though he was mentally prepared, the pain still caused him to break out in a cold sweat.

A faint white light emanated from all four of them. Song Yuanshan's expression was as painful as Xu Ping's. As the true energy drained from his dantian, the golden needles and silver thorns on his body began to fall off one by one. He grew increasingly weak, his former imposing presence gradually transforming into a frail state on the verge of death.

Xu Ping couldn't tell how long he had been assaulted; he only knew that his gums had bled from biting them. The intense pain gradually numbed him, and as his internal injuries healed, the pain lessened. Suddenly, his mind went blank, as if he had entered some kind of illusion. He instantly lost the ability to think, and everything before his eyes turned white.

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