Ancient Martial Saint Emperor of Another World [Complete] - 11

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Chapter 120 One Year Later

. One year later.

Several major events occurred on the continent this year.

First, in the south, the Qin Dynasty, led by its King Qin, used the pretext of protecting the usurper Ninth Prince to swiftly conquer nearly a third of western Kavanagh, advancing directly towards the Kavanagh capital. No one knew how the Qin army accomplished this; it seemed to have been conquered overnight. The Kavanagh king, left with no other option, had to sue for peace with the Qin Dynasty.

Second, Catherine Phoenix, the eldest daughter of the Phoenix family, safely returned to Vermilion Bird City. Upon her return, Catherine was colder and cooler than before, possessing a more general's aura. However, she no longer wore the fiery red armor symbolizing the Phoenix family, but instead a bright silver men's armor shimmering with iridescent colors. This year, Catherine commanded her troops to capture twelve cities in southern Qin. If it weren't for the Elders' Phoenix Decree, she might have led her troops to the Qin capital.

The third event was that the Holy See, for unknown reasons, suddenly lifted its arrest warrant for Qin Feng and reached an agreement with the Qin Dynasty, beginning its missionary work there.

The fourth event is that although Kane, the last of the four great sword saints of the continent, has passed away, a new sword saint has emerged this year. No one knows his true identity. His most distinctive feature is the strange spear he wields, eighteen feet long, but with a crooked tip, resembling a slithering snake. Upon his appearance, he defeated several renowned sword emperor-level masters of the continent. Three months ago, he challenged the Grand Marshal of the Fatil army, the Fire Sword Saint Gurod, in a fierce battle that lasted three days and three nights without a clear victor, after which he disappeared without a trace.

The last event, and the most attention-grabbing, is that the Hulan Iron Cavalry swept south, breaking through the northern defenses of the Mehes Empire. They ravaged the twelve northern counties of the Mehes Empire, burning, killing, looting, and committing all sorts of atrocities, seriously threatening the safety of the Mehes capital, Weikun City. Emperor Brad Chemersteino Faradic of Mehes hurriedly dispatched 400,000 Class B troops to the front lines, attempting to weaken Hulan's forces before sending elite troops to deliver a decisive blow.

...

Kowell, a major town in northern Mehes. This is the front line of the Mehes and Hulan Iron Cavalry. The 19th Army Corps, sent up as cannon fodder, is recognized by the Empire as the lowest in the entire Empire in terms of both combat strength and personnel. Therefore, it always plays the role of cannon fodder in every battle.

Inside an empty tent of the 19th Army Corps' vanguard battalion

, a burly figure sat cross-legged, shirtless, with bronze skin. The explosive lines on his skin were enough to make any man in the world envious. At this moment, some black energy emanated from his muscles, which was then absorbed back into them, repeatedly tempering his own body.

This person was none other than Qin Feng, who had been missing for a year!

It turned out that when Qin Feng killed the Sword God Aimosius, although he absorbed the remaining eight layers of Chi You's Chaotic Demon Body Technique power in the Tiger Soul, Chi You was, after all, a god-level figure. How could he absorb eighty percent of his Chaotic Demon Body Technique power so easily?

Fortunately, Qin Feng possessed the Nine Li bloodline. He inherited the lineage of Chi You, which explains why he didn't die from his body exploding. Furthermore, after more than a year of continuous refinement, he has now mastered the Chaotic Demon Body Technique! It can be said that even the Tiger Soul, hailed as the sharpest weapon on the continent, can hardly harm Qin Feng in the slightest.

Qin Feng, who had been sitting cross-legged refining his body, suddenly opened his eyes. A divine light flashed and disappeared, and a blood-red longsword suddenly appeared in his hand. A surge of spiritual energy shot towards the blade, carrying the information Qin Feng wanted to convey.

"Tiger Soul, the battle is about to begin, aren't you excited? Killing 100,000 people is needed to gather enough energy for you to leave the blade, that's quite a number, 100,000!"

"You brat, you're acting all high and mighty after getting the benefits! If it weren't for me, the Tiger God, you'd be dead by now. If it weren't for me using the spiritual energy I've cultivated over tens of thousands of years to help you break through that birdman's Spirit-Destroying Pill, you'd be an idiot by now. How can you be so arrogant now? Damn it, you actually absorbed all the power left by your master. Does that mean even I can't cut your skin?" A faint but domineering spiritual energy emanated from the blade.

Qin Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, then he said calmly,

"That birdman tricked me, I'll settle this score with him sooner or later, but I still need to help you solve the problem first. 100,000 is just a matter of killing a few more people."

"Hey, why did you come to this vanguard camp to suffer?" Tiger Soul seemed very excited today, sending out a spiritual wave to ask.

"It's all for you! You said it would take the soul energy of 100,000 people to help you break free from the blade and gain your freedom, so I came here. At other military camps, I had to ask all sorts of questions, but the guards at this camp don't even look at people. Anyone can come in as they please. But when I realized this was the vanguard camp and tried to leave, I was stopped." Qin Feng replied irritably.

"You wouldn't be so honest, would you? I know your personality. If someone treated you like that, you'd have punched them flat already."

"I originally wanted to smash that guy to pieces, but then I thought, I'm here to kill. Since it's the vanguard camp, that means I'm definitely cannon fodder, the first to make contact with the enemy. Then I can kill to my heart's content, and you can be freed as soon as possible." Qin Feng said.

"Waaah... Qin boy, I'm so touched..." A heartfelt midnight sound came from the Tiger Soul Blade.

"Alright, alright, you little brat, feeling touched? I bet you're just hoping I'll go kill some more people." Qin Feng lightly tapped the buzzing blade and said,

"Hehe, you should also understand this old man's feelings, I've been trapped here for tens of thousands of years..." Tiger Soul emitted an embarrassed mental fluctuation.

"Alright, I need to go out for a stroll, it's probably about to start." Qin Feng put Tiger Soul into his spatial bag, got up and walked out of the tent.

Outside the tent, the vanguard soldiers who had been sitting casually all stood up as soon as they saw Qin Feng, looking at him with awe.

Soldiers sent to the vanguard camp were basically sentenced to death, so most of them were unruly. When Qin Feng first arrived, some of them thought he was bullying them and deliberately picked a fight, but without exception, they were all knocked to the ground. Most of those who

were knocked down were members of small groups, and the other members of these groups, seeing Qin Feng humiliate them like this, naturally wouldn't stand for it, so a chaotic battle engulfing the entire vanguard camp began.

The Vanguard Battalion was rife with brawls every day, so it went unnoticed by its leaders until they realized something was wrong and came out to investigate. What they found horrifying: thousands of soldiers lay groaning on the ground, while Qin Feng, the sole author, hummed a tune they couldn't understand, seemingly unaffected.

From that moment on, Qin Feng established his unparalleled position in the notoriously terrifying Vanguard Battalion. Every soldier treated him with utmost respect, and Qin Feng naturally had a tent all to himself.

Some might ask why Qin Feng didn't subdue these soldiers and teach them Chinese martial arts—wouldn't that have made them a powerful asset?

Because Qin Feng disdained it! If just anyone could practice China's unique martial arts, then those arts would be worthless. Artillery fire alone—who has the right to do that?

Just as Qin Feng arrived at the training ground to prepare for his daily activities, a bugle call suddenly sounded, and the vanguard battalion commander's hoarse voice rang out:

"You bastards, assemble now! Hurry up, hurry up! Those bastards from Hulan are attacking! Hurry up... Hey, what are you sons of bitches still doing there? Want your heads chopped off? And you two, don't look at others, I'm talking to you! Yes, hurry up, assemble!"

A hundred breaths later, all five thousand soldiers of the vanguard battalion had assembled on the training ground. The vanguard battalion commander coughed a few times and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Guys, I just received orders from the Grand Marshal. We have to go to the battlefield. Our job is to lure the enemy. As long as we guide them into the encirclement the Grand Marshal has set up, we'll have completed our mission."

The term "luring the enemy" sounds nice, but everyone knows that for the vanguard battalion, composed entirely of infantry, to lure the Hulan Iron Cavalry, who are all cavalry, what difference is there between that and suicide?

A deathly atmosphere immediately filled the vanguard battalion.

"Are you even men? You're scared to death! A bunch of cowards..." The vanguard battalion commander wanted to say something, but felt a chill on his throat as a blood-red sword was shoved onto his shoulder.

"Enough with the nonsense. Lead the way. Since you're a man, not a coward, then when we lure the enemy, you'll be at the very front with me. If I find you running away halfway, I'll cut you down no matter where you run to." Qin Feng's deep, emotionless voice pierced through the sword, sending a chill down the vanguard battalion commander's spine.

Qin Feng glanced at the lifeless vanguard soldiers behind him and uttered a single sentence:

"Those who want to live, follow me. Those who want to die, do as you please."

The previously stagnant vanguard camp suddenly seemed to come alive. One soldier hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and chased after Qin Feng.

With one person taking the lead, the hesitant soldiers, after a moment's thought, followed suit. After all, a glimmer of hope was better than no hope at all. Although they didn't believe Qin Feng could protect them, his ferocity in single-handedly taking on five thousand soldiers and annihilating them all had left a deep impression on them.

Perhaps, this was their only hope.

Qin Feng, carrying Tiger Soul, followed the vanguard battalion commander expressionlessly. Tiger Soul's excited, almost rutting voice came from close by: "Oh, the war's started! We can kill now! Kid, kill, kill, kill! Kill 100,000 and I can get out! Kill, kill, kill..."

Chapter 121: Roaming Freely Among Ten Thousand Army Soldiers

. The Xihe Valley was Mehes's encirclement point. Three hundred thousand elite troops, led by Grand Marshal Sword Saint Cherno, were ambushed on the high mountains on both sides of the valley, waiting for the foolish Hulan people to fall into their carefully laid trap.

At the same time, Qin Feng and his vanguard soldiers, used as cannon fodder, arrived at the pre-arranged location, the Xihe Plain, led by their battalion commander.

In the era of cold weapons, the plains were traditionally dominated by cavalry. The flat terrain facilitated cavalry charges and outflanking maneuvers; the combat power of an ordinary cavalryman was equivalent to five or six infantrymen.

But now, as the vanguard infantry, barely clad in any armor and wielding rusty weapons, stood before the 100,000 Hulan cavalry in neat ranks, facing the overwhelming force pressing down upon them, they all involuntarily trembled with fear.

Only the burly man at the very front of the column, dressed in black, nearly two meters tall, carrying a six-foot-long sword on his back, with long, unkempt blond hair and a thick beard obscuring his face, stared at the 100,000 heavily armored Hulan cavalry with an unreadable expression, as if staring at a lifeless object.

As the commander of the left flank of the Hulan southern expeditionary force, Hulan Left Wise King Kolbert Maimaiti, looking at the 5,000 vanguard soldiers, couldn't help but wonder, had the people of Mehes become so poor after several years of not raiding? Look at that soldier, so poor he wasn't even wearing his armor, his weapon so rusty—could he still possibly fight?

However, the only thing that the Left Wise King found somewhat unbelievable was that the soldier in front of him, carrying a blood-red longsword and nearly two meters tall, didn't even blink an eye at their well-armored 100,000 iron cavalry? Then he thought, even if he was incredibly powerful, he couldn't possibly stop the charge of 100,000 iron cavalry! Left Wise King Kolbert Maimaiti tightened the reins of his steed and roared to the 100,000 Hulan iron cavalry behind him:

"We, the warriors of Hulan, are facing nothing more than the weak and powerless Mehes. Once we kill them, we can enjoy their delicious food, play with their beautiful women, and obtain their gold coins! What should we do?"

"Kill them all!"

"Let their blood build the glory of Hulan!"

"Quickly slaughter them. Then we can enjoy their beautiful women!"

...

"All soldiers, listen to my command! Kill!" Left Wise King Kolbert spurred his steed and charged towards the 5,000 vanguard soldiers of the Mehes.

"Kill!" The 100,000 Hulan cavalry following the Left Wise King seemed to be on steroids, their eyes bloodshot as they urged their mounts forward, afraid of falling behind.

The deafening roar of the 100,000 cavalry charging seemed to shake the earth. They covered half a mile in almost an instant; the few nose hairs peeking out from the nostrils of the Hulan cavalrymen were clearly visible.

Finally, a soldier from the vanguard, unable to withstand the immense pressure of the cavalry charge, cried out "Ahhh!" and ran back.

His retreat triggered the fleeing of the surrounding vanguard soldiers, and the remaining dozens of soldiers followed suit. The morale of the Mehes vanguard, already at zero, plummeted to negative levels.

Qin Feng, standing at the forefront, smirked. Infantry fleeing in the face of cavalry—wasn't that suicide?

With a sudden flick of his shoulder, Qin Feng flicked the blood-red blade of the Tiger Soul Blade, saying playfully, "Big bug, let's start the slaughter! Ready?"

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Wahaha! Kill, kid, kill them all! Kill them all, then I can escape! Kill them! Oh, I can smell the fragrance of their souls! Hehe..." A near-mad mental wave surged from the Tiger Soul Blade into Qin Feng's brain.

"Ya~~" Qin Feng leaped into the air, slashing the Tiger Soul Blade downwards with a thunderous roar. A blood-red blade aura, over ten feet high, shot out from the blade, transforming into monsters with two horns, red eyes, blood-red hair, and ten arms and legs, roaring as they charged towards the returning Hulan cavalry.

The previously frantically charging Left Wise King, seeing the blood-red monster before him, abruptly pulled on the reins, his steed rearing up and halting its momentum. However, the Hulan Iron Cavalry following behind him fared no better. Seeing the suddenly appearing blood-red monster, they tried to stop, but their mounts were no match for the Left Wise King's, and they continued forward for several dozen steps—those few dozen steps would be their deaths.

The blood-red monster moved like the wind, swiftly passing through the hundreds of Hulan Iron Cavalrymen who had charged forward, finally disappearing into thin air. Those hundreds of Hulan Iron Cavalrymen, including their mounts, seemed to have been drained dry, leaving only a pile of scattered, white bones. This was the

ancient Chinese martial art—the Demon Luo Soul-Splitting Slash.

It was said: "The Demon Luo splits the soul, leaving no trace of bones.

" "Wow, so many fresh souls! Hundreds at once, awesome! Kid, keep killing! Kill! Hurry up! Let Tiger Lord have a good feast today! I'll eat them first..." A mental fluctuation emanated from Tiger Soul.

A helpless smile appeared on Qin Feng's face, but his expression quickly hardened, and he charged towards the Hulan Iron Cavalry with his longsword.

Unlike Hu Po's current excitement, the Hulan Iron Cavalry were filled with terror at the sight of the two-meter-tall blond man before them. They weren't afraid of death; the men of Hulan were the least afraid of death. However, the inexplicable scene they had just witnessed still evoked instinctive fear. Hundreds of strong men had been reduced to bare bones in the blink of an eye—this was beyond their comprehension.

Seeing the fear on the faces of the Hulan Iron Cavalry around him, Hulan Left Wise King Kolbert grew anxious. If his 100,000-strong army were stopped by a mere soldier from Mehes, he would be "forgotten in history."

The Left Wise King pulled on the reins and roared at the Hulan cavalrymen who dared not advance:

"My brave men of Hulan, are you saying our 100,000 iron cavalry are blocked by a single Mehes infantryman? What about our honor? What about our courage? Brothers, for the honor of our Hulan people, let's crush this Mehes man who murdered our compatriots and trampled on our dignity into mincemeat! Kill him all at once!"

The Hulan people were known for their fierceness and bravery, valuing honor more than life itself. Hearing the words of the Left Wise King, they were as if stimulated, all staring with bloodshot eyes at Qin Feng who was attacking them. For the honor of the Hulan people, they shed their fear and charged towards Qin Feng at the Left Wise King's command.

"Kill!"

"For the honor of Hulan, kill!"

Instantly, the Hulan iron cavalry, which had been halted, seemed to have gained renewed strength and charged towards Qin Feng without the slightest fear.

Qin Feng glanced behind him, taking advantage of the few breaths he had used to block the Hulan iron cavalry. The five thousand soldiers of the vanguard battalion all ran back, not one of them stepping forward to help. When it came to their life or death, their own lives were the most important thing; they didn't care who was holding off the enemy for them.

Qin Feng felt a cold smile mixed with sorrow. He had done what he could; if they were courting death, that was their own business.

The Tiger Soul Blade in his hand easily severed the head of a Hulan warrior, letting the splattered blood fall on him, enjoying the exhilarating sensation emanating from the blade. Qin Feng felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

"Roar!" Qin Feng roared excitedly, stepping forward, the blood-red Tiger Soul Blade in his hand, with a joyful, bloodthirsty sound, calmly slicing through the charging Hulan cavalry.

"Clang! Clang!" Several Hulan warriors, taking advantage of the moment when Qin Feng killed two Hulan cavalrymen and hadn't had time to sheathe their swords to protect themselves, slashed at Qin Feng with their curved blades. Before they could even cheer, their smiles froze on their faces. They felt as if they had struck a solid steel plate, and the handles of their swords suddenly shattered.

A cold smile flashed in Qin Feng's eyes. If the Chaos Demon Body Technique, the clan-protecting secret technique of the ancient Wu tribe during the prehistoric era of China, could be broken by ordinary iron, then the sun would rise in the west.

After absorbing the eight layers of Chaos Demon Body Technique power left by Chi You on the Tiger Soul Blade, Qin Feng had now mastered the Chaos Demon Body Technique to its fullest extent. It could be said that there were no weapons on the continent that could penetrate his body.

Qin Feng roared, his golden hair flying wildly in the wind. He was like an invincible warrior on the battlefield, wielding his blood-red longsword, which resembled a scepter, as he swept across the battlefield. The curved swords of the Hulan warriors slashed at him at will, but none of them could withstand his slaughter.

The Left Wise King trembled as he watched Qin Feng, covered in blood and indiscriminately slaughtering the Hulan warriors. He muttered silently, "Devil...devil..."

His lieutenant beside him, also trembling, asked, "Your Majesty, what...what should we do? Are we just going to let him slaughter our warriors like this?"

The Left Wise King, a seasoned veteran, paused briefly to regain his composure. Looking at Qin Feng, who continued his rampage, he ordered,

"Send word: five thousand daredevils to engage him. The rest of the warriors, follow me and hunt down the fleeing Mehes!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Upon receiving the order, the Hulan cavalry quickly separated five thousand riders, their bodies radiating deathly aura, and surrounded Qin Feng. The rest followed the Left Wise King, Colbert Maimaiti, towards the direction of the retreating vanguard.

"Wow...such heavy deathly aura...I love it...boy, kill them all..." An excited spiritual energy surged from the Tiger Soul Blade towards Qin Feng.

Qin Feng remained silent, drew his sword, and leaped into the air. The five thousand daredevils surrounding Qin

Feng

looked up and suddenly felt a deathly aura pressing down from the sky. They felt as if they were in a vast ocean, a sea of deathly energy. Then, a crimson light appeared in their eyes, an overwhelming crimson that carried a thick stench of blood and a despairing resentment, crashing down on them like a giant wave.

"Fire!" shouted Hulan, the leader of the daredevils, who had regained his senses at the crucial moment.

Instantly, the five thousand daredevils fired their arrows at the descending wave of blood. But after hitting the wave, the arrows seemed to vanish, having no effect whatsoever.

Suddenly, a voice devoid of any emotion rang out from the blood-red wave—

"Soul Fall!"

The ancient Chinese martial art—the Azure Wave Soul Fall Technique—

caused a flicker of fear in the hearts of the five thousand Hulan daredevils. They weren't afraid of death; if they were, they wouldn't have joined the army, and they wouldn't have joined the daredevil squad. But when faced with a sight they couldn't comprehend, they, as humans, instinctively felt fear.

Without a sound, the towering blood wave crashed down!

In the center of the blood wave, a black figure seemed to control it, spinning wildly at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.

Finally, the blood wave crashed down!

"Ahhhhhh!" A headless corpse floated in the blood wave,

screaming in agony. "For glory..." A daredevil tried to shout a bugle call, but before he could finish, he found his head had been severed.

...

Finally, the crimson wave subsided. Within a fifty-foot radius of Qin Feng, all the suicide squad members had vanished, leaving behind a pile of mangled remains, indistinguishable as human or horse carcasses.

Qin Feng stood leaning on his sword, arrogantly surveying the surrounding Hulan Iron Cavalry suicide squad. His imposing aura suppressed the Hulan Iron Cavalry, preventing them from making a move.

On the other side, the more than 90,000 Hulan Iron Cavalry led by the Left Wise King pursued the fleeing vanguard soldiers. Perhaps because they had encountered little resistance on their southward journey, they had developed a sense of pride. Or perhaps Qin Feng's horrific slaughter had subconsciously instilled in them a desire to escape. The Hulan Iron Cavalry followed the fleeing vanguard soldiers and soon reached the West River Valley.

Standing in the valley, Grand Marshal Cherno, the Sword Saint, sensed a massive energy fluctuation emanating from afar. A chill ran down his spine. With his Saint-level domain perception, he could clearly feel the terrifying power of that energy—far exceeding that of a Saint-level expert by many times. The opponent was at least a God-level master, and the continent hadn't seen a God-level master for thousands of years! Could this be some senior figure hiding deep in the mountains?

Unfortunately, Cherno had no time to ponder the distant events, because the Hulan cavalry had already pursued the vanguard into the pre-arranged ambush location.

"Marshal! The Hulan cavalry has entered the encirclement. Shall we begin…?" A lieutenant beside Cherno rushed forward to give instructions as the Hulan cavalry entered the encirclement.

Grand Marshal Cherno glanced into the distance and calmly ordered, "Begin. Tighten the net, don't let a single one escape!"

"Then, Marshal, what about those vanguard…?" the lieutenant asked, looking up.

"Five thousand soldiers of the vanguard battalion bravely sacrificed their lives for my Mehes. They are the role models for the millions of soldiers of Mehes," Grand Marshal Cherno said solemnly.

"Marshal, this..." The lieutenant wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Grand Marshal Cherno.

"Do you understand?" Grand Marshal Cherno said, a hint of anger flashing across his face, and a Saint-level aura suddenly erupted.

"Yes, Marshal!" The lieutenant was startled and bowed.

In the West River Valley, Kolbert, the Left Wise King of Hulan, who was leading his troops in pursuit of the last few vanguard soldiers, suddenly sensed a faint, well-hidden killing intent emanating from the high ground on both sides.

"Not good, an ambush!" The Left Wise King abruptly pulled on the reins, stopping the Hulan cavalry

behind him from continuing the pursuit. "Frontline to rearguard! Retreat!" The Left Wise King roared, channeling his fighting spirit.

Unfortunately, it was too late—

a hail of arrows rained down from both sides of the valley towards the Hulan cavalry. Instantly, the outer Hulan cavalry fell from their horses, riddled with arrows. The vanguard soldiers, who thought they had completed their mission, received the same treatment as the Hulan cavalry, slaughtered by arrows fired from both sides

. Even in death, they didn't understand why, having completed the marshal's task, they were killed by their own people! The Hulan people were warriors on horseback, their most skilled arts being archery and wielding curved swords. Similarly, they generally wore light fur armor, making their defenses very poor. Caught off guard by the sudden ambush, many Hulan warriors were shot dead before they could even find their enemies.

Just as the Hulan people were preparing to retreat along their original route, they were suddenly attacked from behind with rolling logs, rocks, and oil slicks, blocking their escape. Then, countless fire arrows rained down from both sides, landing precisely where the oil slicks were, creating a thick cloud of smoke and flames that engulfed the valley, causing the trapped Hulan cavalry to cough violently.

"Damn the Mehes people, cough cough… all cowards… cough cough… using such a treacherous scheme…" Left Wise King Colbert wiped away forced tears and cursed.

"Left Wise King… cough cough… what should we do… cough cough… if this continues, we'll be burned alive… cough cough…" The lieutenant rode forward to report to the Left Wise King.

“If this continues, we'll only face certain death…cough cough…charging out might offer a chance of survival…cough cough…” the Left Wise

King coughed. “Please give the order, Your Highness!”

“My warriors of Hulan! Now is the moment that concerns the honor of Hulan! The despicable Mehes have used trickery to surround us. Only by charging out can we have a chance to live, a chance to avenge our fallen brothers! Brothers, summon your last courage and fight with me!” The Left Wise King used his battle aura to keep the thick smoke a foot away from him and roared at the Hulan warriors whose formation had already become somewhat chaotic.

“For the honor of Hulan! Kill! Kill!

Kill!

Kill! Kill!”

…

The Left Wise King’s words stirred the blood within the Hulan cavalry. The Hulan cavalrymen roared and tore their upper garments, revealing their thick chest hair. Their eyes were bloodshot. They threw off their other burdens, drew their bows with their left hands, nocked arrows with their right, and bit hard on a gleaming scimitar with their teeth.

Grand Marshal Cherno, standing in the encirclement, frowned as he watched the Hulan cavalry charging like mad tigers in the valley. He knew that at this rate, his carefully laid encirclement would eventually be broken. Grand Marshal Cherno summoned his lieutenant and gave the order to charge.

"Brave soldiers of Mehes! Before us lie the Hulan barbarians who murdered our compatriots and seized our territory! They are now surrounded! They number only a few tens of thousands, while we have a full three hundred thousand warriors! Good men of Mehes, the time has come to serve your country! Honor is my life! Kill!" Grand Marshal Cherno, the Sword Saint, drew his sword and roared at the charging Hulan cavalry.

"Honor is my life! Kill!"

Upon receiving Grand Marshal Cherno's order, the Mehes soldiers lying in ambush on both sides surged forth from their hiding places, a dark mass covering the entire valley, turning it black with menace.

The Mehes soldiers ahead of the insect plague suddenly collapsed to the ground. The Hulan cavalry had broken through in two sections. The outermost layer consisted of a line of soldiers with bows drawn, while the rest, led by the Left Wise King, charged desperately towards the entrance.

The Hulan people were renowned archers, a fact acknowledged throughout the continent. While not as skilled as the elves, no other human race could rival them in this regard.

The more than 20,000 Hulan soldiers left to hold off the attackers were all laden with quivers, their eyes lifelessly fixed on the throats of the charging Mehes soldiers, their hands gripping the bowstrings tightly. Their unwavering determination to cover their comrades' escape was palpable.

Thus, 300,000 elite Mehes soldiers were halted halfway up the slope by 20,000 Hulan snipers; the ten meters ahead had become a death trap.

"Marshal, the Hulan people have organized a 20,000-strong blocking force to protect their flanks. Our army is currently pinned down on the hillside, and over 10,000 brothers have already died. Please give your instructions, Marshal!" The lieutenant, panting, ran to Grand Marshal Cherno to report.

"Damn it, these Hulan barbarians are so tough! And I can't make a move, damn it! We can't wait any longer, otherwise they'll break through the encirclement, and all our efforts will be in vain! Order: pour oil, dry grass, fire rockets! Order the 7th Army to launch a full-scale attack. Whoever captures the Left Wise King will be rewarded with 10,000 gold coins and granted a second-class viscount title!" Grand Marshal Cherno commanded.

Following Grand Marshal Cherno's orders, the Mehes army finally opened a gap in the Hulan blocking line, and more and more soldiers of the Mehes 7th Army poured into the Hulan army's blocking line through this gap, and a fierce hand-to-hand combat began!

Although the Hulan people's blocking line was broken, it also bought precious time for their main force to break out.

The Hulan Iron Cavalry lived up to their reputation. With their masterful horsemanship, they stormed through the defenses of the Mehes forces, leaving behind over 50,000 corpses, and were about to reach the valley entrance.

"Damn it!" Grand Marshal Cherno, watching the Hulan Left Wise King escape with the remaining 20,000 Hulan cavalry to the valley entrance, smashed a nearby rock to pieces with his fist.

Just then, a blood-red blade seemed to cleave through the void, severing the Left Wise King's disbelieving head.

The next moment, a figure, indistinguishable between black and red, appeared in both sides' sight.

Chapter 123 Great Victory:

A head of brilliant golden hair, a chiseled face, and eyes devoid of emotion yet concealing a hidden contempt. The six-foot-long, blood-drinking sword was casually slung over his shoulder.

After annihilating the 5,000-strong Hulan Iron Cavalry suicide squad, Qin Feng arrived at the West River Valley and intercepted the Hulan Left Wise King, Kolbert, who was leading his troops away. With a single stroke

, he cut the fierce Hulan general down from his horse. Having killed the Left Wise King, Qin Feng took a three-zhang leap and charged into the ranks of the Hulan cavalry, beginning his one-man show. His blood-red longsword seemed to come alive, wildly wielding itself through the crowd. Wherever the blade struck, Hulan cavalrymen and their horses turned to ashes. With each kill, the Tiger Soul sword in Qin Feng's hand seemed to shine brighter.

Qin Feng, single-handedly, had blocked the path of over 20,000

Hulan Iron Cavalry. Grand Marshal Cherno, standing on high ground, reacted immediately. He no longer had time to consider whether this suddenly appearing expert who had stopped the Hulan Iron Cavalry was a member of the Mehes; his immediate priority was to send troops to annihilate the remaining Hulan cavalry.

After receiving orders from Grand Marshal Cherno, the elite infantry of Mehes's 7th Army charged madly toward the remaining 20,000 cavalry of Hulan. Now was the time to seize credit, but a demon-like man blocked their path. They were now like fat ducks with their necks choked, at the mercy of others!

Qin Feng stood alone at the narrow entrance of the West River Valley, a passageway barely wide enough for six Hulan cavalrymen to pass side by side. The Tiger Soul in his hand, radiating a greedy and excited spiritual energy, relentlessly absorbed the fresh souls and pure essence of each enemy, seemingly growing stronger with each battle!

"My God, is he even human?" A lieutenant standing beside Grand Marshal Cherno murmured in a trembling voice, watching Qin Feng relentlessly reaping the lives of the Hulan cavalry.

Grand Marshal Cherno remained silent, his eyes fixed on Qin Feng, still fighting fiercely at the valley entrance, his gaze flickering as if he were contemplating a complex matter.

Finally, the last Hulan cavalryman was drained of his soul and blood by the Tiger Soul, turning to ashes. A total of 100,000 Hulan cavalrymen lay dead in the West River Valley.

This was also the greatest victory Mehes had ever achieved against the Hulan tribe.

Looking at Grand Marshal Cherno, the Sword Saint of Mehes, cautiously approaching him, Qin Feng sneered inwardly. A Saint-level warrior? What difference was there between him and an ant? However, as a space pirate, how could he show his joy? Feigning an indifferent expression, Qin Feng coldly bowed to Grand Marshal Cherno, who was standing less than five feet in front of him. It wasn't that Grand Marshal Cherno didn't want to get closer; it was simply that the stench of blood emanating from Qin Feng was too strong.

Grand Marshal Cherno waved to stop his adjutant, who was about to reprimand Qin Feng. His doubts vanished, and he carefully examined Qin Feng with admiration, nodding to himself. Didn't those hidden masters in the mountains all possess that kind of arrogance? If Qin Feng hadn't acted so coldly and arrogantly, Grand Marshal Cherno would have questioned his motives.

"I am Grand Marshal Cherno of Mehes. May I ask who you are?" Grand Marshal Cherno greeted Qin Feng with a standard noble salute.

"I am merely a man from the mountains. Grand Marshal, you may call me Tagore. Feng!" Qin Feng returned the salute.

"Young man, you have impressive skills! I wonder..."

"I've been an orphan since childhood, raised by my teacher. I don't even know my teacher's name. A few months ago, my teacher said I was ready to leave the mountain, so I came here." Qin Feng explained using the most clichéd excuse from novels.

To his surprise, Grand Marshal Cherno believed him without question, because indeed many masters on the continent hid in the mountains to avoid being conscripted by the emperor.

"So, what are your plans, young man?" Grand Marshal Cherno stared intently at Qin Feng after speaking. A master like Qin Feng was a once-in-a-century talent. If he could be used by the empire, then...

"My teacher told me to go down the mountain to serve the empire. I only know some martial arts, so I thought of joining the army. But on my very first battle, all the brothers in the camp were killed." Qin Feng feigned a hint of grief.

At this moment, Cherno was overjoyed. Unfathomable strength, a prestigious lineage (in Cherno's mind, someone who could train Qin Feng to such skill must be at least a Saint-level expert), a burning patriotism, and minimal social experience—all of this pointed to one thing: this man was incredibly easy to manipulate!

Grand Marshal Cherno gave Qin Feng a standard wolf-like smile and said, "So, Tagore, would you be willing to serve under me? You have rendered the greatest service in the annihilation of the 100,000 Iron Cavalry, and I will report this truthfully to His Majesty. Currently, within my authority, I can only promote you to Vanguard General, Second-Class Viscount!"

"This humble general greets the Grand Marshal!" Qin Feng, knowing when to stop, showed gratitude and gave Grand Marshal Cherno a standard Mehes salute.

"Good! Good! Good! Haha~~~~ Leave a small squad to clean up the battlefield, the rest of the soldiers return to camp to celebrate! Today is a double celebration! Not only did we successfully annihilate 100,000 Hulan cavalry and kill their Left Wise King, but more importantly, our Mehes has gained a tiger general! Haha~~~~" Grand Marshal Cherno deliberately made Qin Feng's joining the army seem more important than annihilating the 100,000 Hulan cavalry, naturally making Qin Feng show a hint of gratitude.

"You little rascal, you're really good at acting. It's a waste if you don't go to the Oscars~~~~~ It's so despicable, so lewd, so shameless~~~~ But I like it~" Tiger Soul murmured softly, and a wave of mental energy entered Qin Feng's brain. Qin Feng curled his lips and sent a mental energy message to Tiger Soul: "Tch, what's an Oscar? I want to be number one in the world, number one globally, number one in the entire solar system

, number one in the entire universe." As

evening

fell, the Mehes camp erupted in jubilation. Under the command of Grand Marshal Cherno, Mehes had achieved its greatest victory since the start of the campaign against the fortress.

Inside the command tent, Qin Feng appeared completely transformed. His blond hair was casually loose, and he wore a full suit of jet-black knight's armor with beast-headed shoulders. The front of the armor was engraved with magic circles, faintly exuding a magical aura. Mehes truly lived up to its reputation as an empire; even a commander of ten thousand could wear magical armor.

After a few rounds of drinks, the atmosphere grew increasingly lively.

"Tagore, I have a question for you, but please don't take offense," Grand Marshal Cherno whispered, pulling at the slightly tipsy Qin Feng.

"It's alright, go ahead and ask," Qin Feng replied, deliberately letting out a burp.

"I'd like to ask, hmm, your weapon is quite special. Could I take a look?" Grand Marshal Cherno said, his eyes fixed on Qin Feng.

"Sure, uh, this sword of mine is very heavy, weighing no less than a thousand catties. You'd better hold it carefully." Qin Feng, reeking of alcohol, took out Tiger Soul from his spatial bag and handed it to Grand Marshal Cherno.

Even though Grand Marshal Cherno was well prepared, he was still quite startled by the weight. If Qin Feng hadn't caught it, it would have surely fallen on his own foot.

Tiger Soul was forged by Chi You from the hardest materials in the world: Nine Heavens Profound Iron and Seven-Colored Mixed Yuan Gold. Nine Heavens Profound Iron is an extremely heavy material; a piece of Nine Heavens Profound Iron of the same size weighs a hundred times more than ordinary refined iron! Tiger Soul is nearly six feet long, so you can imagine how heavy it is. However, Tiger Soul has become sentient, and some secret methods have reduced the weight of the blade.

At this moment, under Qin Feng's instruction, the Tiger Soul Blade revealed its true weight, immediately catching the Grand Marshal off guard. Fortunately, Grand Marshal Cherno was a shrewd man; his embarrassed expression vanished in an instant, and he subtly probed the Tiger Soul Blade with a wisp of battle qi, seemingly searching for something.

A glint of lightning flashed in Qin Feng's previously drunken eyes. "You want to investigate the Tiger Soul Blade? Then investigate slowly."

Grand Marshal Cherno, finding nothing, glanced bewildered at the now dim Tiger Soul Blade, ultimately attributing the strange phenomena that had occurred during Qin Feng's battle that day to Qin Feng's battle qi.

At this point, Grand Marshal Cherno's last shred of doubt about Qin Feng vanished.

Finally, all the soldiers in the tent were thoroughly drunk; of course, how many were truly drunk was unknown.

The night passed without incident.

The next morning, Qin Feng, refreshed, entered the command tent. He found all the generals already seated, their faces solemn. Grand Marshal Cherno, seated on his throne, nodded to Qin Feng, gesturing for him to sit in the fifth empty seat on the left.

After Qin Feng was seated, Grand Marshal Cherno cleared his throat and said, “I received a report that three days ago, the Hulan tribe’s central and right flank armies assembled at Tar, totaling approximately 400,000 men. They have captured three cities, broken through our eastern defenses, and are heading towards our Xihe County, expected to arrive in two days.”

Grand Marshal Cherno glanced at the generals and continued, “Xihe County is a plain, flat and open, advantageous for cavalry but not for infantry. Moreover, the Hulan people are riding high on their victory, their morale is unprecedentedly high. Although our army has annihilated their left flank army, we have suffered 60,000 casualties. Currently, our army can only deploy about 200,000 men! What strategies do you generals have?”

"Marshal, let's just charge straight in! Do you think our warriors of Mehes are afraid of those Hulan barbarians?" A general with a face full of scars stepped forward and said.

"General Munak is certainly courageous, but do any of you have other methods?" Grand Marshal Cherno said with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

"Marshal, why don't we ask His Majesty for reinforcements? With 200,000 against Hulan's 400,000, we—" A pale-faced man trembled as he spoke to Cherno. His defeated expression revealed his spoiled nature.

Another one who came to "gild his resume" as a relative of some high-ranking official in the capital, Qin Feng thought to himself, shaking his head.

Chapter 124 Burning the Grain Supply

"General Severna, the Hulan people are only two days away from us. Even if we request reinforcements from His Majesty, it will be difficult for them to reach us before the Hulan people arrive." Cherno's eyes flashed with disdain, but he patiently spoke to the pale-faced general who came to "gild his resume."

"Ah, then, then... what should we do?" The pale-faced general (hereinafter referred to as Sevenner) said, his face turning deathly pale.

"Does anyone have any better ideas?" Marshal Cherno gestured for General Sevenner to sit down and continued to ask.

Silence fell over the tent, the atmosphere somewhat somber.

"General Tagore, what are your thoughts?" Seeing that Tagore sat calmly in his seat, unlike the other generals who seemed tense, Marshal Cherno asked Qin Feng.

Upon hearing Grand Marshal Cherno call on him, Qin Feng stood up and slowly said, "This humble general believes that the Hulan army, having arrived on their first day, must be exhausted and unlikely to attack Kowell. Therefore, this humble general dares to request ten thousand cavalry from the Grand Marshal to ambush the Hulan people from behind. We will burn their provisions while they rest at night, then attack their camp. At that time, the Grand Marshal can lead troops in a coordinated attack from within and without, thus surely defeating the arrogant Hulan people!"

"Excellent! Excellent plan! Brilliant, brilliant!" Grand Marshal Cherno exclaimed

, rising from his seat in delight as he looked at Qin Feng. Qin Feng modestly replied a few words, secretly thinking to himself, "How strange that they didn't think of such a simple method of waiting for the enemy to tire themselves out!" Little did he know that wars on the Star Continent often involved both sides choosing a location, deploying their armies, charging, fighting, and finally ending the battle. Few generals could meticulously plan classic or underdog-victorious tactics. Because Cherno's simple strategy of luring the enemy had annihilated Hulan's 100,000 iron cavalry, while Qin Feng's simple strategy of waiting in ambush had won the praise of everyone, including the Grand Marshal.

"Good! Then, as General Tagore wishes, I entrust these 10,000 elite cavalry to you. I expect you to live up to this responsibility!" Cherno said boldly, looking at Qin Feng.

"Your subordinate obeys!" ...

Two

days later, at dusk.

The 400,000-strong army of the Hulan tribe swept in like locusts from the horizon. The thunderous sound of their iron hooves pounding the ground and the oppressive aura of the approaching clouds sent chills down the spines of the Mehes generals atop the walls of Kowell.

The 400,000 Hulan cavalry halted about two miles from Kowell city and encamped there.

Grand Marshal Cherno, who had been watching the Hulan cavalry's every move with a grim expression from the Kowell walls, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"As planned, the entire army will have a full meal and rest. We will attack after the enemy camp is ablaze at midnight!" Cherno decisively ordered.

"Yes, Grand Marshal!" the generals responded in unison.

That night

, the Hulan army camp was pitch black. Several Hulan sentries yawned and squatted on the ground, muttering amongst themselves.

Suddenly, several ghostly figures darted out of the darkness and, before the Hulan sentries could react, slit their throats.

These figures moved swiftly through the Hulan army, arriving at their grain storage area with practiced ease. Lifting the fur covering the grain, they found only a pile of dry hay!

"Damn it, we've been discovered!" a dark figure whispered.

Sure enough, the entire Hulan camp was instantly illuminated! Squads of Hulan soldiers, bows drawn and strung, surged forth from all sides, surrounding them. Any slight movement would be met with a barrage of arrows. Then, a powerful voice rang out—

"Haha~~~ Welcome, friends of Mehes, to this generous gift! I, King Boklangduo of Hulan

, Maimaiti, have been waiting for you!" A richly dressed man, around forty years old, with a goatee and ruddy complexion, surrounded by a group of valiant Hulan warriors, approached the figures.

"You Mehes have quite the scheme, actually trying to burn our grain supplies, tsk tsk, ruthless!" King Bokrant of Hulan said mockingly, looking at the several besieged figures before him.

"Hmph, then let's see who raided whose supplies!" King Bokrant of Hulan said hatefully.

A short while later, a plump man in his thirties, somewhat resembling King Bokrant of Hulan, rushed over panting and said to King Bokrant of Hulan, "Great Khan~~~~~ I just led my brothers to check~~~ It's all empty tents~~~~ Not a single person~~~~ We only found a letter~~~ It says it's for you~~" The

plump middle-aged man, who looked somewhat like the Hulan Khan, finished speaking and took out a letter from his chest, respectfully handing it to Bokrant.

The Hulan Khan took the letter with a suspicious look and read it by the light of his torch. Several large, flamboyant characters read: To the Hulan Khan. The envelope contained only a thin sheet of paper—"You've fallen for their trap!" The four striking words on the paper caused the previously composed Hulan Khan, Bokrant, to change his expression drastically!

Just then, the several shadowy figures who had been surrounded suddenly rushed towards the dazed Hulan Khan, Bokrant, their blades flashing a cold blue light as they aimed for his throat.

"Protect the Khan!" cried the valiant Hulan warriors surrounding Bokrant, while two of the closest warriors stepped in front of him to shield him.

"Pfft~~~~~~~" Several sounds rang out as the two Hulan warriors who had been blocking Bokrant were struck by the streaks of cold light and collapsed limply to the ground.

"Whoosh whoosh~~~" The Hulan archers, who had already drawn their bows and nocked their arrows, reacted quickly and fired at the shadowy figures attempting to assassinate Bokrant. In a few breaths, the shadowy figures from the Mehes side were riddled with arrows.

Bokrant, the Hulan Khan, was now ashen-faced. Suddenly, as if struck by a sudden thought, he abandoned all pretense of Khanial dignity and roared at the Hulan generals behind him, "Quickly! Western Camp! Supplies!"

Just as the Hulan generals were about to lead their troops to provide support, a raging fire suddenly rose from the west of the Hulan army. The billowing smoke could be seen even from two miles away in Kowell.

"Damn it! That despicable Mehes man deceived me! Kill! Slaughter all those who burned our supplies!" Hulan Khan Bokrant roared in a fit of rage.

Suddenly, the earth trembled slightly, like the beating of a muffled drum. As a nomadic people, the Hulan were intimately familiar with the sound of horses' hooves. They immediately recognized the distinctiveness of this sound—it could only be produced when the horses' hooves were wrapped in cotton.

Then, the city gates of Kowell, two miles away, burst open. Mehes cavalry charged rapidly towards the Hulan army's camp.

"Great Khan, retreat quickly! I'll cover your retreat!" A Hulan general, nearly two meters tall, with one shoulder exposed, thick eyebrows, and large eyes, led Hulan Khan Bokrant's mount, the Snow Shadow Chaser, to Bokrant and bowed.

“Likexi, you are my Baturu of Hulan (the foremost warrior of the Hulan tribe is usually called Baturu), how can you let me, the Khan, escape?” Hulan Khan Bokrant rebuked the tall, burly Hulan general.

“Khan, I, Likexi, as my Baturu of Hulan, should fight for the honor of Hulan. But Khan, we have clearly fallen into the trap of the Mehes, and we can’t even tell where the enemy is. If this continues, more and more of our brothers will be sacrificed! Khan, please consider Hulan’s well-being! Leave immediately!” The burly man called Likexi knelt before Hulan Khan Bokrant after saying this.

“Please consider Hulan’s well-being! Leave immediately!” The other Hulan generals around Hulan Khan Bokrant knelt down and pleaded with him.

"Good! I'll go! All generals, listen to my command: Assemble your troops and charge with me!" Hulan Khan Bokrant mounted his Snow Shadow Chaser and ordered the kneeling Hulan generals.

"Yes, Your Majesty!" The kneeling Hulan generals immediately rose, quickly assembled their troops, and followed Bokrant northward. The northern grasslands were their home.

Unfortunately, after traveling about three miles north, they had to slow down. A regiment of approximately seven thousand Mehes cavalry appeared in their sight. What stopped them wasn't the seven thousand Mehes cavalrymen themselves; after all, against the more than three hundred thousand Hulan cavalry, these mere seven thousand wouldn't even be enough to fill a tooth gap. The trembling of those seven thousand cavalrymen revealed their fear. What

truly forced them to stop was a knight about twenty feet away from those seven thousand Mehes cavalrymen—a knight without a helmet, wielding a blood-red longsword.

Hulan Khan Bokrant didn't know why he had stopped. A subconscious feeling told him that if he took another step closer, it would likely be death. Although this intuition was ridiculous, Bokrant had to believe it, because many times he had avoided fatal dangers by relying on this intuition.

Bokrant cleared his throat and asked the blond knight, "You must be the commander of tonight's operation."

"Yes." A voice devoid of any emotion came from the night wind, making Bokrant shiver.

"Then how did you know that we knew about your ambush plan?" Bokrant continued to ask, forcing back his trembling body.

"What's done is done, there's no need to know why. Now you should be thinking about how to survive my attack!" Qin Feng said in that emotionless voice. However, he secretly felt a sense of pride. The Heaven-Shattering Earth-Shattering Technique, having reached the tenth level, allowed him to freely invade other people's minds to obtain what he wanted, and even alter their memories.

"Do you think you and your seven thousand or so cavalrymen can stop my three hundred thousand warriors of Hulan?"

"Even if you can't stop them, you'll kill them all!"

Chapter 125: Fighting Against Ten Thousand Armies

. Qin Feng's words, carrying a chilling aura of death, swept towards the Hulan army, startling their horses into a restless frenzy, which was only calmed down with great difficulty.

"Since that's the case, then, are you ready?" Hulan Khan Bokrant's face hardened, and he roared behind him, "Blood Wolf Banner!"

A gasp rippled through the Hulan people, but it was quickly suppressed by Bokrant's solemn expression. A moment later, a large banner appeared above Bokrant's Khan's banner, its background a blood-red color, embroidered with the head of a ferocious gray wolf!

The Hulan people lived on the Keqin Grassland, using the gray wolf as their totem, believing it to be a messenger sent by heaven to protect their people.

The Crimson Wolf Banner, or simply the Blood Wolf Banner, like the Khan's Banner, is a single banner, belonging to the reigning Khan. Unlike the Khan's Banner, the Blood Wolf Banner is only raised when the Great Khan of the Hulan tribe faces mortal danger or when the survival of the Hulan tribe is at stake. Once raised, it signifies an absolute battle to the death; victory brings peace, defeat means the current Great Khan must die for the banner! The last time the Blood Wolf Banner was flown was four hundred years ago.

The air was heavier than ever before; even the heavy breathing of the Hulan forces could be heard in the night sky. More than 300,000 Hulan cavalry suddenly unleashed an unprecedented momentum.

"Whoa~~~~~" A howl like that of a wolf rang out from the Hulan army, followed by countless wolf howls. The Hulan Khan, Bokrant, on horseback, suddenly tore off his leather armor, revealing a tattoo on his chest: a huge wolf's head!

Following the Hulan Khan's action, the more than 300,000 Hulan cavalry behind him also tore off their upper garments, revealing huge wolf heads.

"Fire!" With Bokrant's command, the Hulan cavalry behind him unleashed their already taut arrows at Qin Feng.

Qin Feng smiled slightly, offering no resistance, letting the rain of arrows fall upon him, only channeling his inner Sky-Piercing Force to protect his mount.

After the volley of arrows, the seven thousand cavalry behind Qin Feng, except for the dozen or so who were caught off guard at the beginning, all retreated beyond the Hulan army's firing range.

The arrows stopped, and within ten feet of Qin Feng, arrows were everywhere. The Hulan soldiers all showed joy. This person exuding a terrifying aura was just putting on an act! Even Hulan Khan Bokrant looked relaxed.

Only Baturuliksi remained solemnly watching Qin Feng, relying purely on a martial artist's intuition—an aura that made his soul tremble emanated from the man riddled with arrows.

"Not good! Khan, dodge quickly!" Likosi abruptly pulled Hulan Khan Bokrant from his horse and pressed him tightly beneath him.

Bokrant was furious and about to shout when suddenly a roar erupted—

"Ya~~~~~"

A flash of dark gold light appeared on Qin Feng's body, and then the arrows embedded around him suddenly flew towards the Hulan soldiers at twice the speed.

"Ah~~~~" The Hulan soldiers had no time to react and were pierced through by the flying arrows. In an instant, the first few rows of Hulan soldiers fell

from their horses. By the time Likosi released Hulan Khan Bokrant, there wasn't a single Hulan warrior still on horseback around them.

"For the glory of my Hulan, warriors, kill!" Likosi handed Bokrant over to the Right Wise King Tulamu, who had caught up with them. After Maimaiti (the chubby middle-aged man who looked remarkably like Bokrant) mounted a group of unclaimed warhorses, drew a crescent-shaped silver scimitar, and roared as he charged towards Qin Feng.

Behind Likosi, a group of red-eyed Hulan cavalry, also brandishing their scimitars, followed, charging towards Qin Feng.

"Such deep resentment! Such abundant spiritual energy! Qin boy, you're ruthless, deliberately provoking their anger before killing them. Good, you're truly cunning. It seems I'll be out soon! Kill! Kill! Kill!" The Tiger Soul trembled slightly, a wave of spiritual energy surging into Qin Feng's brain.

"Then kill!" Qin Feng raised the Tiger Soul in his hand, spurred his black horse, and charged towards the oncoming iron cavalry.

The first to meet Qin Feng was the Hulan tribe's Baturu Likosi, whose scimitar Qin Feng easily sliced in half with a single stroke. Taking advantage of the moment they passed each other, he grabbed him and threw him aside, sparing his life. Even Qin Feng admired Likosi's loyalty to his master.

But the next person wasn't as lucky as Likosi. The demonic sword Tiger Soul gleamed with a chilling blood-red light, like the curse of death, ruthlessly devouring vibrant souls and energy.

Qin Feng was like a god of death returned from the prison of the dead, his golden hair flying wildly, his blood-red sword crisscrossing. Wherever he passed, there was no blood, no severed limbs, no corpses, only piles of ashes.

Perhaps numb, or perhaps inspired by the blood-red wolf banner raised by the Hulan Khan, the Hulan cavalry seemed oblivious to their surroundings, launching a suicidal charge against Qin Feng.

Just then, the thunderous sound of galloping hooves echoed from behind the main army. It was Grand Marshal Cherno of Kowell, having seen the Hulan camp ablaze, sending a large army to reinforce them.

"These Hulan people are such blockheads! They don't know how to break through head-on, they just go around to the side! So stupid, coming here to die for nothing! But... I like it!" Qin Feng heard the lewd voice of Tiger Soul in his head. He

lightly sliced through the throat of a Hulan cavalryman, then with a swift motion, blocked a sneak attack with a curved blade. A cold smile played on Qin Feng's lips. Tiger Soul, with a seductive spin, plunged into the chest of the attacking Hulan cavalryman. The blood-sucking sound, accompanied by a warm sensation, gave Qin Feng an indescribable sense of pleasure.

"Where is Baturuliksi?" Hulan Khan Boklangduo roared.

"Great Khan, Likosi is here!" The tall and strong Likosi sprang to his feet. Qin Feng's fall had been quite severe, and he endured the pain as he climbed onto a horse and replied.

"I order you to quickly take the Right Wise King away and return to the Keqin Grassland! Do you hear me?" Hulan Khan Boklangduo commanded the approaching Likosi.

"But Great Khan, you..."

"The Blood Wolf Banner has been raised. I, the Khan, must stand guard here until the last brave man of Hulan dies!" Bokrant took a breath and continued, "Leave 30,000 warriors who volunteer to stay behind. The rest of our compatriots, you must safely lead them to the Keqin Grassland! Do you hear me?"

"Yes, Great Khan!" Likosi, suppressing his tears, rode to the center of the army and roared, "Wear the Great Khan's order. Leave 30,000 brothers who volunteer to stay behind to cover the rear. The rest of our brothers and the Right Wise King return to the grassland!"

About 30,000 cavalrymen of the Hulan army automatically emerged without the slightest hesitation.

"Brother, if I do not return, then I will pass the Khanate to my eldest son, Hushu! I swear on my sword!" Hulan Khan Bokrant said to the Right Wise King, Tulamu, beside him. Maimaiti handed his silver crescent sword to Tulamu.

"Brother, I..." Tulamu choked out, but as he wiped away his tears, a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

"Qin boy, didn't you say the Hulan people still numbered over 300,000? How come they've been reduced to this state? They could have reorganized and charged again. Why are they all fleeing back? Aren't the Hulan people supposed to be very brave?" Qin Feng, currently reaping the lives of Hulan cavalry, received a questioning mental energy fluctuation from Tiger Soul.

"Food is the foundation of an army's survival. The Hulan people thought they had bribed a spy to obtain our plan, but I used them instead, putting them at a psychological disadvantage. Then I burned their food supplies, and their morale plummeted. I ordered three thousand cavalrymen to run back and forth to the west with tree branches hanging from their tails, making them think they were ambushed by a large cavalry force. That's why their morale has completely collapsed," Qin Feng explained to Tiger Soul, his blood-red blade slicing across the throats of three Hulan cavalrymen without hesitation.

"Then you deliberately used your aura to oppress them, igniting the bloodlust within them, and then killed them~~~"

"Didn't you say that the more resentment the souls you wanted, the better?" Qin Feng sent a faint wave of spiritual energy towards Tiger Soul.

"It's time." Qin Feng's eyes instantly turned dark gold, and he spoke without any emotion.

The Tiger Soul in his hand shone brightly, and a deathly aura that seemed to have accumulated for trillions of years, along with a suffocatingly pungent stench of blood, instantly rendered the Hulan cavalry within a hundred feet unable to move.

Under the pitch-black night, on the vast plain, before the three hundred thousand Hulan iron cavalry, a bewitching blood-red lotus flower appeared dreamily in mid-air.

Holiness and allure blended harmoniously. Poignant and enchanting, like a lover's tears, it seemed to touch the softest part of everyone's heart, and everyone was involuntarily immersed in their memories.

"So beautiful~~~~~~" Hulan Khan Bokrant murmured, somewhat infatuated, as he looked at the red lotus before him.

Grand Marshal Cherno, leading the 7th Army of Mehes and catching up with the Hulan cavalry, happened to witness this scene, his eyes also becoming somewhat glazed.

If both commanders had their minds taken, what about the ordinary soldiers? The soldiers on both sides stopped fighting simultaneously, and the previously noisy battlefield instantly became exceptionally quiet.

In that instant of distraction, a blood-red lotus flower bloomed gracefully, its nine petals, each ten feet wide, gently covering the surrounding area. The Hulan cavalry within its range, still immersed in their memories, were completely swallowed by the blood-red petals.

Ancient Chinese martial art—Blood Lotus Slash.

When Qin Feng finished and stood up, nearly a thousand Hulan soldiers within a hundred feet of him had been completely annihilated. Facing him was none other than Hulan Khan Bokrant, tears still glistening in his eyes!

A slight smile appeared on Qin Feng's lips. "I'm sorry, but for my plan, you must die!"

Chapter 126 Complete Victory

Without the slightest hesitation, Qin Feng's Tiger Soul Sword, gleaming with a hint of triumph, slashed towards the still-dazed Hulan Khan, Bokrant.

Suddenly, Qin Feng's previously expressionless face furrowed, and the Tiger Soul Sword in his hand slowed

its movement. A figure abruptly appeared in front of Bokrant—it was Hulan Baturu Likosi, whom Qin Feng had spared. Qin Feng glanced at the stubborn Likosi and sighed slightly. He circulated his Azure Sky Force, and his left hand turned black. Before Likosi could react, a black palm print, like the mark of death, was imprinted on Likosi's chest.

Ancient Chinese martial arts technique—Heart-Shattering Palm.

"Thank you~~~~ If~~~ we weren't enemies~~~~ I would definitely be your friend~~~ I'd treat you to the strongest liquor of our grasslands~~~" Likosi's eyes were unfocused as he struggled to utter a few words to Qin Feng before his head lolled to the side, and he died.

A bitter smile appeared on Qin Feng's lips, but his hands didn't stop. He silently channeled his Heavenly Qi into his left hand, drawing the curved blade from Li Kexi's waist and gripping it. A crescent-shaped blade shadow flashed and disappeared in the darkness, instantly jolting the still-stunned Hulan soldiers awake. But what happened next terrified them—

after the crescent-shaped blade shadow flashed, a head flew into the air—it was Hulan Khan Bokrant! The Blood Wolf Banner behind him was simultaneously cleaved in two by the blade's energy!

"Great Khan!"

"Great Khan!"

The Hulan soldiers cried out in anguish.

Taking advantage of the Hulan army's leaderless state, Grand Marshal Cherno of the Mehes Army, positioned behind the Hulan forces, drew his sword and pointed it at the chaotic Hulan ranks, ordering: "Magic Guild, ascend! Release rocket attacks! Target: directly ahead!"

Upon receiving the order, the mages of the Mehes Magic Guild leaped from behind the pursuing Mehes knights into the air and began chanting in unison.

"Avenge the Great Khan!" A Hulan general drew his scimitar and charged towards Qin Feng, shouting.

"Damn brute! Going to his death and dragging us all down with him!" Right Wise King Tulamu muttered under his breath.

After Qin Feng beheaded Hulan Khan Bokrant, he didn't stop, charging directly into the Hulan army. With a flash of his Tiger Soul, the Hulan general who had shouted for revenge for the Hulan Khan was reduced to ashes. The seven thousand Mehes cavalry who had been lingering behind Qin Feng were now filled with fervor upon seeing his bravery and charged into the Hulan army as well. Suddenly,

there was no unified command. The Hulan army, now stripped of its Blood Wolf Banner, was thrown into chaos.

At this moment, the mage Mehes in mid-air had finished chanting the incantation. Suddenly, countless fire arrows composed of fire elements appeared in the sky above the Hulan army and fell straight into the Hulan army. This time, the Hulan army's formation was completely scattered.

"For Mehes, warriors, charge! Glory is my life!" roared Grand Marshal Cherno of the Mehes army.

"Glory is my life!" The soldiers of the Mehes Seventh Army roared as they charged into the Hulan army, joining forces with Qin Feng's 7,000 knights to attack the already routed 300,000 Hulan people from both the front and rear.

The outcome of the battle was no longer in doubt. The key question was how many Hulan people could be killed.

Attacked from both sides by the ferocious Mehes soldiers, bombarded from above by 4,000 Mehes magicians, and with the god of death Qin Feng rampaging through the land, the Hulan people were plunged into hell.

In the end, less than 50,000 of the pitiful Hulan people, led by Right Wise King Tulamu, managed to escape back to the Keqin Grassland. Of the remaining 250,000, 160,000 were captured. 90,000 were slaughtered!

In this battle, Qin Feng killed over 30,000 Hulan people. Adding to the nearly 10,000 killed in the Xihe Valley earlier, this means Qin Feng killed nearly 50,000 people in five days!

Inside the Mehes military camp in Kovir City, in a large tent, Qin Feng was soaking in a large basin of hot water. The once clean water was now blood red, and a pungent smell of blood emanated from it.

"Qin kid, you're amazing! You've almost completed half the mission in just a few days! Haha, I feel much better now, haha~~~~"

A surge of spiritual energy emanated from the Tiger Soul Blade that Qin Feng had placed beside him.

"I'd be free once I finished these 100,000. Carrying this broken blade around all day is no fun at all," Qin Feng said, squinting at the Tiger Soul Blade.

"You ungrateful bastard! In the primordial era, my Tiger Soul was ranked alongside the Xuanyuan Xia Yu Sword as the number one weapon in the Divine Continent. Here on the Starry Continent, I'm ranked fifth among the top ten weapons simply because of my hardness, and you dare say I'm unhappy?" Tiger Soul's furious voice echoed in Qin Feng's head.

"Tch, you are hard enough, and heavy enough, but it's not comfortable for me, understand? I prefer mounted combat, and the best way to showcase the characteristics of mounted combat is with long weapons. Although you are six feet long, it's still a bit short." Qin Feng curled his lip, pretending to be disdainful towards Tiger Soul.

"Then what kind of weapon do you find comfortable?" Tiger Soul asked unwillingly after a long silence. Indeed, no matter how hard or famous a weapon is, it's not a good weapon if it's not comfortable for you. The already shrewd Tiger Soul naturally understood this principle.

A sly look of success flashed in Qin Feng's eyes. He took out the golden halberd from his spatial bag, placed it in front of Tiger Soul, and without saying a word, began washing the bloodstains off his body.

The Tiger Soul Halberd, placed alongside the Fangtian Halberd, suddenly emitted a blood-red light, enveloping the halberd within it. After about the time it takes

to drink a cup of tea, the blood-red light dissipated, revealing a weapon that even Qin Feng found astonishing. A golden Fangtian Halberd, radiating a blood-red aura, was larger than the previous one, giving the impression of a fierce tiger preparing to devour its prey. The halberd's body lacked the elaborate magic arrays and intricate patterns of the previous one, possessing only a natural, ancient, and desolate aura. Three deep blood grooves were carved into the halberd's head, resembling the fangs of a tiger.

Qin Feng leaped from the basin of water, grabbing the Fangtian Halberd with one hand. A feeling of connection to his blood course surged through the halberd. He casually twirled it, the force perfectly balanced. The patterns on the halberd seemed to perfectly match his own hand, giving him an indescribable sense of exhilaration.

"How about it, Qin boy, are you satisfied now?" The Tiger Soul Halberd's slightly weary spiritual energy fluctuations reached Qin Feng's brain.

"Are you alright? You're exhausted from such a small transformation?" Qin Feng asked, feigning disdain, but his words carried a deep concern.

"It's nothing serious, just that I haven't used this skill in a while, so I'm a bit rusty. I'll be fine in a few days. Qin kid, I'm taking a few days off. You go do your thing!" Tiger Soul said listlessly to Qin Feng. ...

Kovell

City Lord's Mansion.

City Lord Ronald respectfully toasted Grand Marshal Cherno, who sat at the head of the table, saying, "This time, the Hulan people's surprise attack on our country was largely thanks to the Grand Marshal and all the generals present. Ronald offers this cup as a small token of my respect to you all. Cheers!"

"Cheers!"

"Cheers!"

...

After one cup, City Lord Ronald raised his cup again to Qin Feng, who sat to Grand Marshal Cherno's left, saying, "General Tagore has truly made a name for himself this time. First, he beheaded the Hulan Left Wise King, Kolbot. Then he killed the Hulan Khan, Bokrant, seized the Hulan Blood Wolf Banner, and slaughtered over 50,000 Hulan people. I'm sure His Majesty's reward will arrive soon. I congratulate the General in advance!"

Although Qin Feng disdained these people's meddling. However, considering he still had to stay in this place for a while, he rose and toasted with Lord Ronald, saying, "Thank you for your kind words, Lord! This great victory is entirely due to the Grand Marshal's excellent command and the tacit cooperation of all my colleagues. I will have to rely on you all in the future!"

Qin Feng's words made everyone present feel very pleased. The greatest contributor to this battle was Qin Feng. Regardless of the nearly 50,000 Hulan people he killed, his two achievements alone—killing the Hulan Left Wise King and the Hulan Khan—were enough to promote him to the rank of Duke. That's why everyone was trying to curry favor with him. Now that Qin Feng had said this, everyone felt relieved.

The atmosphere at the banquet became even more lively, and for a time, both host and guests were happy.

Three days later, the commendation document from the capital of Mehes arrived in Kowell City. His Majesty Emperor Brad Chemerstein of Mehes. Faraday praised Qin Feng extensively in his document, bestowing upon him the title of Second-Class Marquis, granting him a marquisate in the capital, and awarding him an additional 500,000 gold coins. He also ordered Grand Marshal Cherno and Qin Feng to return to the capital immediately.

Upon receiving the news, the generals and Lord Ronald of City naturally celebrated and presented Qin Feng with numerous gifts to curry favor with this newly risen imperial elite, instantly boosting Qin Feng's status.

"Qin boy, what are you up to? I'm increasingly unable to understand you. I'm not like those idiots outside who think you're some kind of emperor-worshipper or patriot. If you're a loyal subject, I'd rather believe a rooster lays an egg! Tell me, what are you planning?" Tiger Soul, having regained his spirits, seemed somewhat excited. After attending a series of social events with Qin Feng, he asked him.

"Really want to know?" Qin Feng smiled mysteriously and asked Tiger Soul.

"Nonsense, why would I ask you if I didn't really want to know?" Tiger Soul, now transformed into the shape of a halberd, said somewhat impatiently.

"My plan is—I'm not telling you!"

"You~~~~~~~~"

Qin Feng's lips curled into a mysterious arc, as if he hadn't heard Tiger Soul's furious curses.

"Tiger Soul, you said you sensed a familiar aura in the northwest of Mehes?" Qin Feng asked after automatically filtering out Tiger Soul's wonderful complaints.

"What? Oh, I came to what is now the northwest of Mehes with the previous generation of military lord more than ten thousand years ago. I seemed to sense a very subtle familiar aura, but my energy was relatively low at that time, not even one ten-thousandth of what it is now, so I can't be sure." Tiger Soul, who was still complaining, stopped after hearing Qin Feng get down to business and carefully recalled before speaking.

Chapter 127 A Fateful Encounter

Grand Marshal Cherno of the Mehes Army, with 30,000 cavalry and Qin Feng, traveled day and night, and finally arrived at Mesa City, the capital of the Mehes Empire, after ten days.

The Mehes Empire is one of the three great empires among the human nations of the continent, with a history of nearly five thousand years. The capital city of Mesa, through the painstaking efforts of successive emperors, can be said to have become a combination of beauty and practicality. Not only is it beautiful on the outside, but it can also exert a strong defensive capability in times of war.

From afar, Qin Feng saw a city gate that seemed to be made of gold, perfectly combining royal nobility and majesty. He felt a surge of emotion; compared to other kingdoms, Great Qin was one of the most powerful, but even this city gate clearly put it in a different league from Mehes.

"Hehe, Tagore, surprised, aren't you? When I first came to the capital, I was also startled by this city gate, thinking I had arrived in heaven, hahaha~~~~" Grand Marshal Cherno laughed heartily at Qin Feng's surprised expression.

Qin Feng feigned embarrassment and chuckled awkwardly. "

His Majesty has actually come to greet us personally!" Grand Marshal Cherno exclaimed in surprise, dismounting and quickly walking forward.

Qin Feng had actually noticed the grand welcoming ceremony at the city gate five miles away, but had pretended not to know. Now, hearing Cherno's words, he quickly feigned nervousness, dismounted, and followed Grand Marshal Cherno towards the city gate.

"Qin boy, what are you pretending to be, you coward? You could easily kill everyone here with a single knife, why are you acting like this?" A puzzled mental energy fluctuation emanated from Tiger Soul in Qin Feng's head.

A playful smile appeared on Qin Feng's lips as he followed half a step behind Cherno. Many times, if you can avoid violence, what's wrong with playing the coward? Violence is merely a last resort.

"Your subject Cherno, along with the Second-Class Marquis, pays his respects to Your Majesty!" Grand Marshal Cherno knelt on one knee.

Qin Feng imitated Cherno, repeating the same thing, but using a powerful technique to create the illusion that he had knelt. In reality, Qin Feng was simply standing calmly behind Cherno, speaking directly.

Taking this opportunity, Qin Feng carefully observed the emperor of the Mehes Empire before him, who appeared to be about fifty years old. He had long, narrow eyebrows and slender eyes. He had a mustache and a round face, giving him a somewhat prosperous appearance, though occasionally a glint of shrewdness would flash in his almost squinting eyes. Behind Emperor Mehes stood a group of several hundred civil and military officials in full regalia. "

This man is no ordinary person," Qin Feng thought to himself.

"No need for formalities! The old marshal has had a long journey. This resounding victory is largely thanks to your command! This must be the Imperial Second-Class Marquis Tagore, who beheaded the Hulan Khan, the Left Wise King, seized the Blood Wolf Banner, and slaughtered 50,000 Hulan cavalry! Truly, heroes emerge from among the young! Haha! Bring wine!" Emperor Mehes chuckled, his small eyes narrowed.

Following Emperor Mehes's command, a servant-like figure stepped forward with a silver tray bearing three exquisite wine cups. An enticing aroma of wine wafted from the cups.

"Come, old marshal, general Tagore, on behalf of all the people of Mehes, I toast you!" Emperor Brad of Mehes said, downing the wine in his cup in one gulp!

"Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty!" Grand Marshal Cherno and Qin Feng said in unison, taking the wine cups from the silver tray and drinking them down in one go.

"I have prepared a banquet for you two in the Qitai Hall. Come, follow me!" Emperor Brad of Mehes said, taking Grand Marshal Cherno's right hand with his left and Qin Feng's left hand with his right, and amidst envious glances from all around, they boarded the imperial chariot, which was about twenty meters long and pulled by eighteen fine horses.

Qin Feng did not know what an honor it was to ride in the emperor's chariot. However, judging from Grand Marshal Cherno's trembling expression and the many burning eyes outside, this was a very enviable occasion.

However, Qin Feng, who came from a background of interstellar pirates, did not feel anything special. It was just the chariot of an emperor of an empire on a planetary continent. Back in the day, Qin Feng had even ridden in the flagship of a star system chieftain.

With this in mind, Qin Feng feigned excitement while secretly observing his surroundings. The Imperial Carriage truly lived up to its reputation as the most luxurious vehicle in the entire Mehes Empire; its furnishings resembled a mobile palace, with walls entirely crafted from gold, exuding opulence. Seats, desks, beds, and everything else were readily available.

Before long, they arrived at the heart of Mehes City, the very center of the Mehes Empire—the Mehes Imperial Palace!

Even though Qin Feng had seen countless interstellar-era buildings, he couldn't help but gasp in amazement upon seeing the Mehes Imperial Palace. "Golden splendor" was insufficient to describe its wealth, "exquisite beauty" insufficient to describe its beauty, and "masterful craftsmanship" insufficient to describe its exquisite detail. In short, this palace seemed to belong to a realm other than the mortal world.

Emperor Brad of Mehes was very satisfied with Qin Feng's performance. According to the information provided earlier by Grand Marshal Cherno, Qin Feng had lived in the deep mountains and forests since childhood, had never seen the splendor of the human world, and lacked social experience. Brad, who had been secretly observing Qin Feng, noticed every expression of surprise, infatuation, envy, and awe on his face throughout the journey, thus confirming Qin Feng's claim of identity.

A short while later, the imperial carriage came to a smooth stop before the Qitai Hall within the Mehes Palace.

Inside the Qitai Hall, His Majesty Brad sat high on his throne, with Grand Marshal Cherno seated to his left, and Qin Feng below him.

Mehes, as expected of a thousand-year-old empire, had over a dozen procedures for a single meal, leaving Qin Feng, who had never experienced such a grand affair, quite flustered. Fortunately, Qin Feng knew how to play the part; whenever he made a mistake, he would chuckle sheepishly, appearing simple-minded. This not only didn't annoy His Majesty Brad but also made him appreciate his honesty even more.

For a time, the emperor and his ministers were in high spirits, clinking glasses and conversing amiably.

By the time the banquet ended, it was already evening.

Feigning drunkenness, Qin Feng, after ascertaining the way to his new residence, declined Grand Marshal Cherno's offer to guide him and strolled alone through the bustling streets of Mesa City, letting the setting sun bathe him.

Perhaps by coincidence, or perhaps by destiny, Qin Feng unconsciously turned his head and witnessed a scene he would never forget—

in the afterglow of the setting sun, a woman in white walked serenely along the crowded street, her long hair dancing lightly in the wind. The breeze outlined her graceful figure.

Perhaps, like Qin Feng, it was a destiny's call. The woman in white also looked up at that moment, her eyes meeting Qin Feng's. In

that instant, it felt as if millennia had passed; both forgot to breathe, and a deep-seated imprint awakened.

A thread of emotion from millennia ago seemed to have found its destined pair, sprouting in an imperceptible corner of their hearts.

At that moment, both were captivated.

When Qin Feng came to his senses, the beauty had vanished from his sight. The faint fragrance lingering in the air seemed to whisper tales of a fleeting, dreamlike moment.

Qin Feng stared blankly in the direction she had gone, feeling no pang of pain.

Disillusioned, Qin Feng lost interest in continuing his stroll and followed the directions he had been given to his residence.

If Qin Feng's affection for the young girl, Evelyn, was a inherited fondness, his love for Aini a responsible tenderness, and his love for Catherine a love bordering on commitment, then his feelings for this white-clad woman he had encountered were a heartfelt infatuation.

Perhaps this was destiny.

He glanced at the opulently decorated Marquis's mansion before him, took a deep breath to calm his agitated heart, and knocked on the exquisite door.

"Creak~~~~" The door opened, revealing a face full of wrinkles but with a ruddy complexion. The woman looked at Qin Feng suspiciously, as if trying to discern something from him.

"You are...?" The old man who opened the door looked him over for a moment before asking.

"I am Qin Feng, and this is...?" Qin Feng replied politely, but before he could finish, the old man interrupted him with words of surprise and delight.

"You really are the master! That's wonderful! I am your butler, please come in!" The old man opened the door and bowed respectfully to Qin Feng.

"Don't be so polite, sir! May I ask how I should address you?" Qin Feng helped the bowing old man up and asked kindly.

"My name is Rocco, sir," the old man replied with the same humility.

"Then, Rocco, show me around. I don't want to get lost even in my own home," Qin Feng said casually.

"Yes, sir. I've already prepared your bedroom. Would you like to go now or after dinner?" Old Rocco asked, bowing.

"Show me around first."

"This way, sir."

Qin Feng followed Old Rocco through the front garden and into the reception hall. Although the reception hall wasn't as beautiful as the palace, it was certainly not bad.

Qin Feng followed Old Rocco with interest, examining the buildings in the mansion while listening to his explanations. Only after they had toured the entire mansion did he discover a very serious problem.

"Rocco, are you saying that there are only the two of us in the entire Marquis's mansion?" Qin Feng asked, somewhat surprised.

“Yes, sir. Since I was unaware of your requirements, I didn't presume to purchase any servants or maids. So, there are only the two of us in the manor now. I've carefully kept the 500,000 gold coins His Majesty bestowed upon me.” Old Loko finished speaking and reached for the receipt for the 500,000 gold coins.

“Keep the money here. Go buy some servants and maids. It's too quiet with just the two of us in this manor,” Qin Feng waved his hand, stopping Old Loko.

“Yes, sir.”

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