Six Dynasties Cloud Dragon Chant

First,

a deathly silence fell over the central command tent of Jinming Village. Xia Yonghe, his white hair sparse, still possessed the sharp, hawk-like eyes that made him famous, but now held a chilling glint in his gaze. Qin Han's eyes were lowered, his expression unreadable.

Qin Han was a decorated general, and although he had come to assist in the battle, Xia Yonghe did not treat him as an ordinary guest. The two sat to the left and right, but the head seat at the head of the table was empty. In yesterday's battle, Weng Yinglong, who had come to oversee the battle, was struck by an eight-ox crossbow bolt, and his fate remained unknown.

Another high-ranking eunuch, Li Xian, stood behind Qin Han with his hands clasped, following palace etiquette. Although Li Xian was originally a eunuch, he was skilled in both literature and martial arts, and also a proud and arrogant man. However, beside Qin Han, he was always a newly promoted junior.

Li Xian felt no envy for Qin Han's position. Xia Yonghe's decisive battle, planned for many days, ended in a crushing defeat for the Song army. Had it not been for Commander

Qin's elite vanguard battalion's heroic efforts to protect the central banner amidst the chaos, the situation would likely have been beyond repair. Below stood the high-ranking Song generals. The Pengri and Longwei armies comprised four wing commanders and forty army commanders, yet only half remained in the tent.

In the Jiangzhou campaign, no one had expected that the Pengri Left Wing Army, which had suffered its first defeat at the Battle of Sanchuankou, would now be the most complete force. The First Army Commander Cao Cong, the Second Army Commander Zhe Jimin, the Third Army Commander Wang Xin, the Fourth Army Commander Wang Zhongbao… including Zhong Shiheng, who had just taken over as Commander of the Tenth Army, were all present, their actual strength exceeding that of six armies.

The only remaining commander among the four wing commanders, the Pengri Right Wing Commander Shi Yuansun, bowed his head, constantly wiping his cloak with his hands, the cold sweat on his palms seemingly impossible to wipe away. In today's decisive battle, his Right Wing Army suffered the heaviest losses. The Xingyue Lake camp successively broke through four of his armies, and after one battle, the losses were almost equivalent to those of the Dragon Guard Right Wing Army, which had suffered a crushing defeat at Dingchuan Village.

Among the four wings, the Dragon Guard Left Wing Army, which had participated in the Battle of Haoshuichuan, suffered the most casualties. Its commander, Ren Fu, along with seven army commanders, were killed in battle. Another army commander, Fan Quan, was killed in the Battle of Dingchuan Village. Only two army commanders, Zhu Guan and Wang Da, survived, plus the newly appointed Liu Yisun, making a total of only three.

The meeting had been going on for half an hour, but no one had spoken. Liu Yisun tried to speak several times, but was pulled back by Zhang Kang behind him.

After a long while, Xia Yonghe bowed slightly, "Commander Qin?"

Qin Han nodded, "Good."

Xia Yonghe also nodded, and then said, "Dismissed."

The generals in the tent seemed to wake from a dream, and knelt down to pay their respects to the main officers in an uneven manner, and then left the central army tent with the clanging of their armor.

Liu Yisun was completely bewildered. He left the main tent and asked in a low voice, "What's going on?"

Zhang Kang coldly replied, "We're retreating. Commander Xia asked Commander Qin to cover our retreat, and Commander Qin agreed."

Understanding the situation, Liu Yisun was speechless. The battle had dragged on until now; supplies were exhausted, morale was completely low, and retreat was the only option. He could only hope that Commander Qin's elite vanguard could hold back the Jiangzhou bandits, preventing another ambush and defeat during the retreat.

"Commander Wang! Commander Zhe! Commander Zhong!" Zhang Kang greeted several generals familiarly. They seemed to be chatting casually, tacitly avoiding the topic of retreat. Their tone wasn't exactly relaxed, but there was no tense atmosphere.

Liu Yisun watched silently, noticing that the generals Zhang Kang had called out included Wang Xin, Zhe Jimin, Zhong Shiheng, and Guo Kui of the Left Wing Army of the Pengri Army, and Zhao Xun of the Right Wing Army of the Longwei Army, but none of them were generals under Shi Yuansun of the Right Wing Army of the Pengri Army.

The generals chatted for a while, then dispersed without saying anything more. Zhang Kang had already achieved his goal; every general who stopped to exchange pleasantries would be one of his most reliable allies in the Battle of Jiangzhou.

"After this battle, the generals of the Pengri and Longwei armies will probably have to be completely replaced," Zhang Kang said on the way back, passing the burned-out supply depot at Jinming Village.

In just two months, having experienced defeat, the death of his father, imprisonment, and then taking command of an army, Liu Yisun had matured considerably, losing the initial impetuousness of his vanguard role. He remained silent for a long time before saying, "If it weren't for this battle, who could have imagined that the most elite of the Imperial Guards, the Upper Four Armies, would fall to such a state?"

"Merit goes unrewarded, and wrongdoing goes unpunished. As long as you can become familiar with the officers, you'll be promoted,"

Zhang Kang said. "To have fought this far is already a testament to the soldiers' courage and sacrifice."

Liu Yisun remained silent. Before setting out, he had always believed that the Japanese army was strong and well-equipped, one of the strongest armies in the world.

It wasn't until he was at the gates of Jiangzhou that he witnessed what a truly invincible army was, and realized how vast the gap was between the Upper Fourth Army and a truly elite force. Zhang Kang said, "Right now, there are three vacancies for the position of Commander of the Garrison Commander, and countless people are scrambling to find connections."

Liu Yisun suddenly had an absurd idea: "You don't want me to be the Commander of the Garrison Commander, do you?"

Zhang Kang chuckled. "How is that possible? Two of the three commanders' positions are up for grabs, and you still need to keep one just for show. I bet it's either Wang Xin or Zhou Mei."

"Why not Cao Cong?" "

Cao Cong comes from a prominent family and has military achievements; he's a definite contender for commander. But he might not be willing to stay in the Imperial Guard and be at their beck and call." Zhang Kang patted his clothes. "If I can get back alive, I don't plan to stay in the Imperial Guard anymore."

Liu Yisun was startled. "You want to abandon the military for a civilian career?"

"I finally got a military position, why give it up?" Zhang Kang said. "Junzhou is probably going to set up an army, and I want this supervisor's position. You help me."

"How?"

"Give me a supervisor's position." Zhang Kang said without any pretense, "I'll go to Lieshan and rob some valuables."

"You! You…" Even though they had known each other for a long time, Liu Yisun was still stunned by his bluntness. After a long pause, he softened his tone. "You're a Jinshi (successful candidate in the highest imperial examination), you're qualified to be a supervisor."

"What's so great about being qualified? You can't get a position without money!" Zhang Kang's face flickered in the dim light of the camp. "The Ministry of War, the Privy Council, the Grand Commandant's Office—you have to bribe everyone."

"Then why did you cross Lieshan? Wasn't it to

cross the river?" "To rob the Jin Kingdom?" Zhang Kang sneered. "To fall into the Northern Army's trap?"

Liu Yisun was utterly stunned. "You wanted to rob the people of Song..."

"Then I'd be a heartless madman." After a long silence, Zhang Kang uttered two words: "Zhaonan."

A gust of cold wind rose, ruffling their robes. The two remained silent for a long time. Meanwhile,

in an inn west of Jiangzhou City, a scene of enchanting spring unfolded. The soft sunlight shone on the red silk curtains, and from within came a gentle, melodious song: "I composed new lyrics, the most charming in rhyme, Little Red sings softly as I play the flute. The song ends, we walk along the Songling Road, turning back to look at the fourteen bridges shrouded in mist..."

The poetic verses, full of charm, were like a song, like a painting. Listening attentively, one felt as if riding in a swaying boat, accompanied by the elegant sound

of the flute, passing through a series of willow-lined bridges, a dreamlike experience. The scene inside the curtains was far more alluring than the elegant song. The beautiful woman singing lay naked, her smooth white body reclining on a brocade couch, her dark hair flowing freely. Her delicate face was flushed with a captivating blush, her snow-white skin and flower-like features stirring the heart. A young girl, as beautiful as a flower, lay on top of her, their breasts touching, their thighs intertwined, their beautiful bodies entwined, their two exquisite faces only inches apart. The mature beauty of the woman and the delicate fragrance of the young girl complement each other, creating a stunning and captivating scene that exudes boundless springtime charm.

Between two jade-like faces stood a throbbing, erect penis. The engorged glans, red and swollen like a goose egg, its veins bulging like a writhing earthworm. The two women's faces reflected each other, their pink cheeks lightly brushing together. Mengniang sang softly, while Yan'er parted her cherry lips, gently licking the penis with her fragrant tongue. The fiery penis trembled slightly with the song, seemingly ready to explode at any moment.

Xiao Zi sat leaning against Cheng Zongyang's taut abs, her elbows resting on his chest, one hand supporting her cheek. She wore a purple satin draped over her, revealing her smooth, snow-white shoulders and delicate, jade-like feet. She gently teased Mengniang's body with her toes, laughing, "Ah Meng is a talented woman... anything else?"

Mengniang thought for a moment, then shook her head somewhat shyly, "I don't remember..."

Xiao Zi pinched Mengniang's cheek, laughing, "Never mind if you don't remember. Alright, Ah Meng, we've recited the poem, let's change positions."

Cheng Zongyang spread his legs, casually leaning against the couch, several pillows comfortably supporting his back. Although he was surrounded by beauties, his face was unusually grim.

"You brat," Cheng Zongyang said, each word dripping with blood and tears, "It's already dawn! Haven't you had enough fun?"

"No," Xiao Zi laughed, "Who taught you to not stand up?"

"Damn it! I'll seal all eighteen of your acupoints, let's see if you can still stand up!"

Xiao Zi raised her index finger and shook it seriously. "If you can't stand up, you lose, no cheating allowed."

Cheng Zongyang was about to start cursing when suddenly his eyes lit up. Yan'er and Mengniang crawled up from between their legs, revealing their captivating bodies.

Xiao Zi stretched out a small, snow-white hand from under the purple satin, beckoned the two women closer, and said with a smile,

"Yan'er on the left, Mengniang on the right—Cheng Tou'er, isn't it beautiful?"

The two women knelt beside Cheng Zongyang, raised their arms, clasped their hands behind their heads, tilted their heads slightly back, and puffed out their chests and pulled in their stomachs, revealing the graceful curves of their bodies. Their two white and beautiful bodies were as smooth as jade, and their two pairs of snow-white breasts stood high, radiating an alluring luster.

Cheng Zongyang couldn't move his head, only his eyes darted from side to side, rolling over the two women. Yan'er's breasts were small and compact, as smooth as jade, and her nipples were like tiny flower buds, soft and tender. Mengniang's breasts were full and white, like two plump white peaches, and her rosy nipples were delicate as balls; with the slightest touch, her pale pink areolas quickly turned bright red.

The two women bent down, each cupping their snow-white breasts, gently kneading their smooth, elastic flesh against their master's body. Cheng Zongyang's breathing grew heavier and heavier, and suddenly his body stiffened, his penis throbbing as if about to ejaculate.

Then he saw a slender, jade-like hand gently reach out. Xiao Zi flicked his glans lightly with her finger, and the swollen penis, like a python struck at its vital spot, instantly deflated.

Cheng Zongyang gasped, "I surrender!"

"This is only the seventh time, just two more and you'll be done."

"I swear! One more time, and I'll never be able to get hard again! Really!"

Xiao Zi kissed him on the lips, blinking her eyes, "I'll give you a blowjob."

Cheng Zongyang said with heartache, "If I ever believe you again, may I run into a pig as soon as I step out the door!"

Xiao Zi laughed and pushed Meng Niang towards Cheng Zongyang. The warm, soft body pressed against his arms, and Cheng Zongyang's expression immediately froze on his face. Mengniang's body was voluptuous and smooth, every muscle and skin alluring and captivating. Her fragrant, smooth skin and exquisite touch caused Cheng Zongyang's previously softened penis to instantly become engorged and erect.

Mengniang lowered her jade-like neck, gently taking her master's penis into her mouth, delicately swallowing and releasing it.

"Oh—" Cheng Zongyang cried out, bursting forth into Mengniang's mouth.

The semen, thick and viscous, pent up all night, shot hot into Mengniang's throat. Mengniang choked on the thick semen, coughing involuntarily, a trickle of cloudy white semen spilling from her rouge-painted red lips.

This pleasure of repeatedly holding back ejaculation and then releasing it all at once was several times more intense than simple ejaculation. Cheng Zongyang felt himself immersed in the pleasure of ejaculation from head to toe, as if countless trembling electric currents were flashing through him.

Despite his satisfaction, Cheng Zongyang also felt a touch of disappointment. He had thought Xiao Zi would give him a surprise, but the brat was still tight-lipped. He finally managed to get her to let him hold her for a while.

"Finish your business quickly and come find me in Lin'an."

"I'm not going to Lin'an." "

A woman follows her husband wherever he goes, no way you can run away!" Cheng Zongyang warned through gritted teeth. "Also, don't get too close to that old man! Let me tell you! Men can be terrifying when they're jealous!"

Xiao Zi wrinkled her nose. "You big dummy!"

Cheng Zongyang instructed. "If you need anything, ask Wu Er. He's such a strong laborer, might as well use him. He still owes me money."

"Okay." Xiao Zi nestled against his chest, rubbing her nose against his neck, then gave him a beautiful smile and said sweetly, "When you come back, I'll let you deflower me."

"Forget it! If I ever believe you again, I'm a pig!"

When he left, Cheng Zongyang didn't disturb many people. Only Meng Feiqing, Xiao Yaoyi, and Qiu Shaojun came to see him off.

Upon seeing Qiu Shaojun, Cheng Zongyang was startled. In just one night, the boy had grown a half-foot-long beard, fluttering in the wind. If it weren't for the dark circles under his eyes, he would have looked like a wise, otherworldly figure.

Qiu Shaojun twitched his beard, a smug look on his face, and said, "How about it? Not bad, right?"

Cheng Zongyang stared at him like he was a monkey, and after a long pause, said, "Qiu Shaojun, tell me honestly, did someone humiliate you?"

Qiu Shaojun shook his head vigorously. "No, no! Haha, that thug surnamed Wu is actually a coward! We only finished half the match, and when he heard I was going to duel him, he disappeared. Hahahaha!"

Cheng Zongyang thought to himself: Wu Er wouldn't risk his life against you, would he?

"What's with this beard? Did you grow hair on your chin?"

"Miss Yue said I'm always following her around, can't I be a little more mature? I thought about it all night, so I made a beard out of my hair. Look," Qiu Shaojun said, stroking his beard with one hand, his tone deep, "Doesn't this look mature?"

Cheng Zongyang turned his head away with a straight face. "Prefect Xiao, please find a doctor to treat Master Qiu's illness!"

Xiao Yaoyi said, "Master Qiu's illness is on me! Brother Cheng, hurry back! I'm counting on you for the rest of my life."

Qiu Shaojun protested, "Who said I'm sick?"

Meng Feiqing grabbed Qiu Shaojun's shoulder and said to Cheng Zongyang, "Have a safe journey! Don't worry, Jiangzhou won't be lost!"

The iron gate opened, and the small boat sailed out of the water gate, heading north upstream along the river.

In the distance, the battlefield left behind by the bloody battle could be seen on the riverbank. Xia Yonghe meticulously planned and laid a trap, but if it weren't for Shang Hou's timely intervention and disruption, the Xingyue Lake camp, even if it successfully broke through the encirclement, would have suffered heavy casualties.

As a result, Xia Yonghe's long-planned decisive battle ended in a Song army defeat, instantly reversing the situation. The Song-Jin Mingzhai camp, already short of supplies, was further weakened by Si Mingxin and Lu Jing's joint attack, managing to salvage only about 30%. Cheng Zongyang was certain that all the Song soldiers were now starving. From Sanchuankou to the walls of Jiangzhou, the Song army suffered repeated defeats, their morale plummeting to rock bottom. Until supplies arrived from the rear, they were unable to continue fighting.

Even if the Song army suffered a hundred defeats, they could still fight if they wanted to; but the Xingyue Lake camp would be completely eliminated after just one defeat. This was an unfair contest from the start, a battle between wolves and lions. While the lion was fierce, the number of jackals was endless. Fortunately, the noose he had laid was already around the neck of the Song state.

For the Song army, the little fox's pleas for peace were a godsend. Cheng Zongyang believed that no matter how shrewd Xia Yonghe was, he wouldn't see through the trickery, because this was no longer a contest of tactics, but a contest of war. Now, the question was how much Jia Shixian was willing to invest.

Without Xiao Zi by his side, Cheng Zongyang felt something was missing. Looking around, let alone any beauties, besides the rusty anchor, the only other handsome man on the entire ship was Ao Run; the other three were all ferocious, making Cheng Zongyang's anger rise and his malice grow. "I should have brought that bitch Zhuo along. If that doesn't work, those two vile women, Jingli and Poppy Girl, would have been fine too!"

As the boat passed the north of the city, Cheng Zongyang suddenly spotted Yue Shuang. She leaned against her white horse, standing alone in the bushes, her gaze coldly fixed on her small boat.

The boat sped past the shore, and Cheng Zongyang flashed a big smile, waving vigorously at Yue Shuang. Yue Shuang's expression grew even colder, her eyes seemingly frozen in ice. Cheng Zongyang stuck out his tongue, then interlocked his thumbs and forefingers, placing them over his eyes, making a gesture as if he were wearing sunglasses. As expected, Yue Shuang spat forcefully, then leaped onto her horse and rode back to Jiangzhou without looking back.

Cheng Zongyang, hands on his hips, chuckled smugly, but eventually shut his mouth in boredom, feeling a touch of loneliness creeping into his heart…

Suddenly, a soft rustling came from the reeds along the riverbank, followed by a sudden gust of wind that seemed to whip up the reeds within a radius of ten zhang (approximately 33 meters), the dry reed leaves swirling in the air, creating a desolate atmosphere.

Xie Youdu stood with his feet slightly apart on a clump of severed reeds. His hands were held horizontally in front of him, gripping a sheathed longsword, a blush flashing across his handsome face.

Opposite him stood an old man in black. The old man had a gaunt face, his neck and the backs of his hands covered in fish-scale-like armor, his eyes were deeply sunken, and his eyeballs seemed dry and dull, as if they had no eyelids.

The bluish-black sharkskin of the sword sheath was tinged with gray, which gradually disappeared under the influence of Xie Youdu's true energy. He said loudly, "Elder Yu, you have traveled a thousand miles from Boling to my Jiangzhou. What brings you here?"

Elder Yu's voice was low and hoarse. "Our Yu family's young Wuyi has been killed. That child was not skilled enough, so there's not much to say about his death. However, I heard that he had something on him that has reached Jiangzhou. Helpless, I had no choice but to make this special trip."

Xie Youdu's expression shifted slightly. "Young Master Wuyi? Since Elder Yu suspects it was the Jiangzhou people who did it, why not go and question them openly? Ambushing a junior here would be beneath our dignity."

Elder Yu rolled his eyes. "Boy, I've eaten more salt than you've eaten rice. Do you think I'm a three-year-old? When Old Ghost Shang came to Jiangzhou, I didn't need to embarrass myself with my poison skills. Since that woman is the daughter of that scoundrel Peng, no one will say I'm beneath my dignity no matter what methods I use."

Cheng Zongyang and Ao Run exchanged glances. After a while, Ao Run said, "He seems to be talking about Marshal Yue?"

Cheng Zongyang nodded. "I think that name is even cooler than King Wu Mu. Scoundrel Peng—Old Ao, do you think Marshal Yue's character is really that bad?"

Ao Run said, "I have to hurry and inform Miss Yue! Boss Cheng, you go first, I'll be right back!"

"Save your breath! With Young Master Xie here, why would you need to fawn over the deputy captain?" Cheng Zongyang said, while thinking to himself: Could Elder Yu be here to see Yin Yang Fish?

Xie Youdu, sword in hand, said, "Youdu has been entrusted to protect Miss Yue. Please enlighten me, Elder Yu."

"Huangtu Tiance Mansion, what a prestigious name. If I can't afford to offend them, I can at least avoid them?" Elder Yu sneered, took half a step back, and disappeared into the water without a trace.

Xie Youdu leaped onto the small boat, his first words being, "Have you finished the perch I sent you?"

"Yes, I have." Cheng Zongyang clicked his tongue. "It tasted pretty good."

Xie Youdu smiled. "Brother Cheng, are you planning a long journey?"

Cheng Zongyang didn't hide anything. "Lin'an."

"Lin'an, ah, the West Lake in June is so beautiful..." Xie Youdu murmured wistfully, then said with regret, "It's a pity I can't go." "

Since General Xie is here, why not come to the city for a chat?"

Xie Youdu looked somewhat troubled and asked, "Is the young marquis here?"

"Of course he is. Last time he said you went to Jiangzhou and didn't even come to see him, haha."

Xie Youdu sighed. "Since the young marquis is here, let's do it another day."

"Really? Do you two have a grudge?"

"No. It's just that Brother Cheng knows—it's not appropriate for Youdu to meet the young marquis at this time."

"Not even in a private capacity?"

"How can public and private matters be clearly separated? If it falls into the eyes of those with ulterior motives, they will inevitably make a big fuss." Xie Youdu smiled casually, then bowed solemnly and said, "I have already sent someone to Jiankang to retrieve Brother Yi's knife. Thank you, Brother Cheng."

"Hey!" Cheng Zongyang called out, "Isn't your Xie family planning to avenge Brother Yi?"

Xie Youdu's back trembled slightly.

"Wuyuan City!"

After a moment, Xie Youdu bowed deeply and then drifted away.

Ao Run came over: "Boss Cheng, is the person who killed Long Ji Xie Yi in Wuyuan City?"

Cheng Zongyang stroked his chin. "Hard to say. But I have two enemies in Wuyuan City. I can't deal with them right now, so I'll have the Xie family find them something to do first."

"Boss Cheng, you're using someone else to do your dirty work!" "

Is that so?" Cheng Zongyang said innocently, "As Buddha said, it's all fate."

Ao Run could only click his tongue twice, speechless with admiration.

Cheng Zongyang turned to his followers: "You've all eaten your fill of mutton, what are you standing around for? Hurry up and row! Today we're going to travel a hundred li north by waterway, bypassing the Song army. If we miss the journey, each of us will lose a sheep at the end of the month!"

Jin Wuzhu said discontentedly, "Master! You're too harsh!"

"If you say another word, you'll lose two sheep each!"

Leopard Head and Blue-Faced Beast immediately covered Jin Wuzhu's mouth together.

After venting his anger, Cheng Zongyang felt dejected. With that brat not around, why was he taking his anger out on a few half-human, half-beast creatures?

Ao Run shouted, and the three beastmen strained together. The small boat leaped upwards, its hull skimming the water's surface, shooting upstream like an arrow.

"Jin Wuzhu! Leopard Head! And you, Blue-Faced Beast! You've got too much energy after eating, haven't you? Why are you rowing so fast! You've ruined our planned itinerary!"

"Master!" Jin Wuzhu twisted his neck and argued, "You're the one who told us to row quickly."

Cheng Zongyang shouted, "Kuyang!"

The two words silenced the three of them. Cheng Zongyang muttered, "What kind of world is this! I can't even complain?"

According to the original plan, the group rowed north for a day, avoiding the detection range of the Song army's cavalry, then rested overnight on the riverbank, and the next day headed east across Lieshan to Junzhou.

Unexpectedly, the three barbarian beastmen, with their brute strength, covered a day's worth of waterway in less than half a day. Seeing that there was still plenty of time, Cheng Zongyang abandoned the idea of camping by the river and headed into the mountains for the next campsite. However, they were already half a day short, and as darkness fell, they were still wandering in the mountains, realizing they wouldn't reach their second campsite that

night. Ao Run comforted them, "It's alright! I've traveled this road before, we won't get lost! At worst, we'll sleep in a straw hut for the night and continue tomorrow. A day's journey ca n't cover two days' worth of distance, but two days' journey can cover three days' worth.

" Cheng Zongyang realized he had been too hasty. He rubbed his face and said, "Let's find some water, get the tents we brought, we're not going anywhere today."

Ao Run's camping experience was indeed rich; they soon found a mountain stream. Having solved the water problem, they pitched their tents, and Ao Run used his iron bow to shoot a roe deer, skinned and cleaned it, and roasted it over a fire.

After spending a day with the three beastmen, Cheng Zongyang discovered that although they were rude and fierce, they were all straightforward and honest, making them easier to deal with than humans. Moreover, the three beastmen had received training from the Vanguard Camp; while they couldn't handle complex tasks, they could manage basic orders and were quite adept at commanding.

With three large gluttons in the group, one deer wasn't enough to satisfy their hunger. The three beastmen huddled together, discussing finding more prey.

The Blue-Faced Beast said, "Beef. So fatty!"

Jin Wuzhu said, "No beef. I saw rabbits."

Leopard Head said, "Rabbits have thorns. They'll get stuck in your throat. You'll die."

The three beastmen nodded solemnly in unison. Cheng Zongyang felt a chill; these three gluttons could stuff a whole rabbit in one bite—they deserved to choke to death!

Ao Run said, "Old Shu! Old Leopard! Old Beast! Stop discussing it. The mountain road is difficult to travel at night, it's very dangerous! There's a mountain path above this ravine, and several people fall down it every year..."

Before he finished speaking, they heard a neighing sound overhead, and a horse stumbled and slid down the cliff, dragging a carriage behind it. The driver screamed in agony as both man and horse crashed into the bushes in the ravine.

Cheng Zongyang, Ao Run, and Jin Wuzhu rushed over together. Cheng Zongyang went to check on the carriage, Ao Run went to find the driver who had fallen somewhere, and Jin Wuzhu pounced like a tiger, first biting the injured, whimpering horse to death, then twisting off its head, shouting amidst flying blood and foam, "Meat!"

Of the three, the Blue-Faced Beast was the most refined, shaking his head and saying, "Horse meat is tough."

Leopard Head leaped over, reaching out to tear off a horse's leg, biting down on the hoof and chewing, "Horse meat is so tough!"

Cheng Zongyang ignored the three large animals, shoving his shoulder against the carriage and forcefully pulling open the deformed door.

A snow-white face came into view, its jade-like beauty making Cheng Zongyang's heart seem to stop for a moment. Inside the carriage was a beautiful young woman. Her hair was styled in a high bun, adorned with a hairpin the size of a longan. She wore a pure white silk dress, and a silk ribbon dangled from one of her delicate ears. Her eyes were wide with fright, and her features were exquisitely beautiful. A small red mole on the corner of her lips added a touch of alluring charm to her lovely face.

Cheng Zongyang put on a kind face and asked gently, "Young lady, are you injured?"

Unfortunately, his tender words were completely ruined by Jin Wuzhu and his men behind them. The three men were happily devouring the dead horse. As they spoke, Leopard Head pulled the horse's intestines out of its belly and began sucking them into his mouth like noodles. The beautiful woman in the carriage was both horrified and disgusted, looking as if she was about to vomit.

Cheng Zongyang coughed. "Those are my mastiffs. They look fierce, but they don't actually hurt people. My surname is Cheng, and I'm a passing merchant. May I ask your name, young lady?"

Although the girl and her carriage fell off the cliff, she was unharmed. After the initial shock, she quickly calmed down, straightened her clothes, and said, "My surname is Li, Li Shishi."

Chapter Two

. The moment the name "Li Shishi" was uttered, Cheng Zongyang felt as if he heard a slot machine spitting out countless coins.

He had won the jackpot! This was the first time he had encountered a famous courtesan who would be remembered in history. It was said that the famous courtesan Su Xiaoxiao of Qiantang loved to travel in a fragrant carriage in the spring. It turned out that Li Shishi also had such a refined taste. However, traveling aimlessly in a carriage through remote and desolate places in the middle of the night in winter... this hobby was really too peculiar.

Seeing Cheng Zongyang's strange expression, Li Shishi asked in surprise, "Does the young master recognize me?"

"I've heard of you..." Cheng Zongyang looked at her face, as if he had fallen into a feeling where reality and history, truth and fantasy intertwined. Completely subconscious, he heard himself ask in a suggestive voice, "How much for a night?"

Li Shishi opened her eyes wide in confusion, seemingly not understanding. Such a delicate expression, indeed the charm of a famous courtesan… Cheng Zongyang winked: "I mean, how many gold coins would it cost to spend the night with you?"

"Slap!" A slap landed squarely on Cheng Zongyang's face.

Cheng Zongyang instantly sobered up. He was truly blinded by lust! He was supposed to be a newly minted expert, yet he couldn't even dodge this little vixen's slap.

"Hey, you little vixen! Why are you hitting people randomly?" Cheng Zongyang said righteously, "I'm saying that in this desolate wilderness, if you fall like this, you definitely won't be able to walk. We can't protect you for nothing, right? You have to pay us, don't you?"

Li Shishi was incredibly clever; how could she not understand that he was trying to save face? Ignoring Cheng Zongyang's explanation, she braced herself against the carriage to get up, but suddenly her legs gave way, and she fell back down in pain.

Having been in so many fights, Cheng Zongyang had some knowledge of sprains and bruises, and he immediately understood what was going on. "Don't move, you twisted your ankle, let me take a look."

"No need."

Li Shishi rolled up her trousers, glanced at him, first pulled the carriage curtain over her legs, then took off her shoes and socks. She moved her ankle, then opened a metal box inside the carriage, took out medicine and bandages, and skillfully bandaged it.

Cheng Zongyang stared wide-eyed at Li Shishi. Her white dress was simple in style, without any unnecessary embellishments, and the silk ribbon hanging from her ear was actually a mask with one side removed! By some god of slot machines! Was Li Shishi giving up her profession as a courtesan to become a nurse?

Just as he was lost in thought, Ao Run dragged the driver over, his face extremely pale, and gestured to Cheng Zongyang from afar.

"Old Ao, what's going on—do it!"

Cheng Zongyang looked closely and saw that the driver was wearing black leather armor and a red-tasseled felt hat, clearly a Song soldier!

Ao Run raised an eyebrow, then gestured, indicating that he should kill the person in the carriage to silence them.

Cheng Zongyang's expression changed several times. He had gone to such lengths to avoid the Song army, only to stumble upon them by sheer coincidence. If it were anyone else, he might have actually killed them! But inside the carriage was Li Shishi!

Li Shishi quickly bandaged her ankle, then raised her head and said solemnly, "I am a military physician of the Tiger Wing Army of Mingzhou in the Great Song Dynasty, a disciple of the Guangming Temple, and a humble outer disciple. Today, I am on military orders to rush to Jiangzhou, accompanied by a cavalry commander from the Tiger Wing Army. Just now, our horse was startled and fell off a cliff. Thanks to your help, I am deeply grateful."

This was no simple matter; she first revealed the names of the Tiger Wing Army and the Guangming Temple, stating her identity, and then solemnly thanked him, giving him ample face. Even if the strangers she encountered in the desolate mountains harbored ill intentions, her words would likely dissuade them.

Cheng Zongyang smiled and said, "So you're a disciple of the Bright Temple Hall. Then you're no outsiders. I am Cheng Zongyang, and I know the fairies Crane Feather Sword Maiden, Yue Mingzhu, Mu Yanqi, and Deng Jing."

Li Shishi was taken aback. The Bright Temple Hall was divided into an inner hall and an outer hall. The inner hall passed on the mantle of medical skills, while the outer hall passed on medical techniques. The stranger mentioned several disciples of the inner hall. He wasn't surprised to have heard of Senior Sister Pan, the Crane Feather Sword Maiden, whose name was renowned; but he knew of Yue Mingzhu, Mu Yanqi, and Deng Jing, though few outsiders knew of them.

"Before the New Year, I happened to meet several fairies in Qingzhou who were setting up an orphanage. I generously donated money to help, and that's how I got to know them,"

Li Shishi said, her expression softening slightly. So he was a merchant from Qingzhou; no wonder he stayed overnight in the mountains and was so meticulous about every penny.

A shout came from the cliff. Li Shishi felt relieved and called out, "I'm down here!" Then she smiled at Cheng Zongyang, "Mr. Cheng, thank you. I will come with Sister Mu and Sister Deng to express our gratitude another day."

The Li Shishi before him was still young, but she already exuded a charming and graceful air. One wonders what kind of charm and elegance she would possess when she was a few years older. Unfortunately, there was a whole battalion of Song soldiers above them. No matter what other thoughts Cheng Zongyang might have, he could only smile, cup his hands, and say, "Take care. We'll meet again if fate allows."

The Song soldiers lowered ropes to bring up the physician and his fallen comrade. Seeing people in the mountains, the Song soldiers who had climbed down the ropes all looked wary. The few barbarian beastmen, in particular, aroused their suspicion.

Fortunately, because of their connection with the orphanage, Li Shishi did not make things difficult for him. She told him how her horse had startled and she had fallen from the carriage, and how Mr. Cheng had helped her. The two then took their leave.

Once the Song army had gone some distance, Cheng Zongyang breathed a sigh of relief. "The Tiger Wing Army of Mingzhou. Excellent! Jia Shixian is determined to continue the fight! You lot, wipe your mouths clean after eating the horse meat! Don't you have any decorum? If you don't reach Yunzhou within two days, each of you will lose a sheep!"

"You cruel master..."

"Shut up!" The Blue-Faced Beast and Leopard Head pressed down on Jin Wuzhu, shouting, "Don't you want to eat sheep anymore!"

Looking at the bustling, lively Fuling River, Cheng Zongyang was speechless. Was this some kind of temple fair? He had thought those treacherous officials were smuggling grain secretly at night, but who would have thought it would be so grand, openly playing tricks right under the noses of the Song people?

Qin Hui, beaming with pride, said, "These are all boats transporting timber. The Changping granary in Yunzhou was burned to the ground, and now everything is being rebuilt. It's all thanks to my Cheng family's trading company that we raised the call to action, recruiting laborers to cut down trees downstream and deliver timber. A couple of days ago, the Yunzhou government specially sent a plaque inscribed with 'Public-spirited and Righteous,' which is now hanging on the gate of the grain shop."

"Well done, you treacherous minister! Keep up the good work, and the government will probably erect a memorial arch for you," Cheng Zongyang said. "They came back with timber, and they weren't empty boats on the way there, were they? Three hundred thousand shi of grain, you really have some skills."

Qin Hui replied, "The Jingxi County government can only store two hundred thousand shi of grain. We rented another space in the city to store the remaining one hundred thousand shi. The grain shop handles all the boats going to Jingxi, so it's not too troublesome." "

Has there been any movement from Commander Wang?"

"Not yet," Qin Hui said. "The Changping granary caught fire, and grain prices have skyrocketed. Officials in Junzhou are scrambling to collect grain to supply the military. Commander Wang is tied up with official duties and probably won't be able to attend to us for the time being."

"It's best if he doesn't make a move. After we finish this job, we'll leave immediately. We don't need to bother with a mere commander," Cheng Zongyang said. "What about Ciyin?"

"She's come twice," Qin Hui said. "The second time she came, I noticed she looked unwell. It seemed she had been fighting with someone and had suffered a loss."

Cheng Zongyang didn't know the details between Jingshan and Ciyin. The thought that there were still experts hidden in the city made him slightly uneasy. "These next few days are crucial. We can't let her ruin things. Have Changbo keep an eye on her!"

"It's no use." Qin Hui said with a bitter smile, "The other day, our men waited all night but the nun didn't come out. They risked sneaking in, only to find that Guanyin Hall was deserted. The nun and her disciple left without saying goodbye, and even the monks in the temple didn't know."

This is troublesome. He had promised Shanghou that he would take him to see Ciyin, but the fish that took the bait grew wings and flew away. The old man would be furious if he found out.

Qin Hui saw his expression, "Is something wrong?"

"Forget it, let's ignore her for now."

That damned nun is so greedy, how could she run away so easily? Even if I don't go looking for her, she will come looking for me. Cheng Zongyang put this matter aside and asked, "Have you contacted Muyu City?" "

As you instructed, young master, I invited five hundred Zhaonan people from Muyu City. They have arrived in Jingxi, but..." Qin Hui said with a bitter smile, "They are only willing to deal with you, young master."

Cheng Zongyang frowned. The Zhaonan people have really gone all out with this 500-man team. In his plan, the Zhaonan people are just a prop; if he argues with them any further, it will only waste time.

"Grain prices?"

"Following your instructions, young master, we have already delivered 80,000 shi of grain. There's still no news of negotiations, and the price remains above 1,000 copper coins." Qin Hui smiled. "With Prefect Teng's appreciation, everyone trusts our Cheng's Grain Company. Hongsheng and Richang each bought 30,000 shi, paying in advance and keeping the grain at our Cheng's Grain Company, saving us the trouble of transporting it back and forth."

Cheng Zongyang laughed. "It seems there's still room for making money out of thin air. Since most of the grain is still there, let's sell all 300,000 shi to Prefect Teng."

Qin Hui coughed softly. "I have an idea."

Hearing the treacherous minister whisper his plan, Cheng Zongyang's eyes widened. "You treacherous minister! You even came up with this idea? So wicked!"

Qin Hui humbly replied, "One is influenced by one's company. I've followed you for many days and learned a few methods, but I'm not good at anything new, just filling in the gaps. I believe we should cherish every grain, and it would be a pity to burn it all."

"Brother, you're such a waste that you're not an official. You make such despicable things sound so noble."

Qin Hui said modestly, "One is influenced by one's company. I've followed you for many days and have learned a thing or two..."

"Stop! I didn't teach you that! Don't try to pin the blame on me."

Qin Hui laughed.

Cheng Zongyang pondered for a while. "It's best not to arouse suspicion. The granary has caught fire twice in less than a month, which may arouse suspicion from those with ulterior motives."

"I'll try to do it cleverly, so that no one suspects our Cheng family." Qin Hui said, "Young master, shall we go and check the grain shop?"

"No need. With Lao Si here, I'm at ease. Let's go to the Jingxi County government office."

As the boat approached Jingxi, dozens of boats could be seen in the distance, rowed neatly on the bank, with over a hundred laborers cutting down trees in the forest. The Jingxi County government office was just a short distance away by water, but by land, it was separated by vast stretches of dense forest. The boats coming from upstream all stopped at the shore, unloaded the laborers and craftsmen, and then the grain merchants took over, unloading the ballast grain at the back before sailing away one by one. Therefore, although there were many laborers on the shore, no one knew that not far away, there was a large granary even more prosperous than the one in Yunzhou.

Cheng Zongyang didn't stop at the logging shore, but went directly to the dock of Jingxi County Government. Qi Yuan was the head steward, overseeing the grain shops in the city; Wu Sangui went to gather information. Yi Biao, Lin Qingpu, and Feng Yuan, who had stayed behind, rushed over upon hearing the news, and everyone was overjoyed to see each other.

"Biaozi, Wu Dadao is in Jiangzhou!" Cheng Zongyang shouted, "After you finish things here, go back to Jiangzhou and do your old job!"

"Go to the Southern Wilderness?"

"Become a common soldier!"

Yi Biao paused for a moment, then yelled and did a backflip. Only then did it become clear that he was still a young man, unlike his more composed brother.

Ao Run laughed, "Biaozi! From now on, the three of us will be working together!"

Yi Biao was overjoyed, "Success!"

Feng Yuan exclaimed, "Me?"

Ao Run said, "Boss Cheng, the mages in our direct battalion are too weak, can we replace them?"

"Wow! You're so great, Ao Da Kuai! Watch my fire spell!"

The group laughed and joked, creating a chaotic scene. Cheng Zongyang cupped his hands to Lin Qingpu and said, "Mr. Lin."

Lin Qingpu clasped his hands together and bowed deeply, "Young Master Cheng."

"You've worked hard these past few days."

Lin Qingpu said, "It's my duty."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Zongyang knew that this attempt to poach him was doomed. However, Lin Qingpu's loyalty only fueled his desire to recruit him.

Lin Qingpu asked, "And who are these gentlemen?"

Jin Wuzhu, Leopard Head, and Green-Faced Beast, upon seeing strangers, all fell silent, their eyes flashing with ferocity, much like someone caught in a pack of wolves on high alert.

"Are the servants I've recruited any decent enough?" Cheng Zongyang asked. "I forgot to tell you, Wu Er is also in Jiangzhou now."

Lin Qingpu sighed, "After parting ways in the Southern Wilderness, I thought we'd never see each other again, but who knew that within a few months we'd all gathered under your banner." Before Cheng Zongyang could speak, Lin Qingpu said, "Young Master, please."

Cheng Zongyang could only swallow his words of recruitment with a wry smile.

The entire county government office was now piled high with grain, stacks of straw bales neatly stacked together, separated by wooden frames every few layers to allow for ventilation. A portion of the collected grain had been kept in the warehouses of the grain shops and soup kitchens, not all of it had been sent here, but the scale of over two hundred thousand straw bales was already quite impressive. You must know, this was tens of thousands of tons of grain. If there were no losses on the way, transporting it all to the Jiangzhou front would be enough for the Song army for five or six months. The fact that they could collect so much grain just by using the Fuling River waterway showed the wealth of the Song people and the extent of government waste.

The granary was managed by Qin Hui and Qi Yuan, among others. Cheng Zongyang only glanced around before leaving with Qin Hui, leading three beastmen towards the Zhaonan people's camp.

A short while later, Qin Hui pointed into the distance: "It's here."

Before them lay an empty forest, not even a corner of a tent in sight. Qin Hui gestured for him to look up, and Cheng Zongyang noticed dozens of large nests on the tree trunks above. The Zhaonan people had woven enormous nests from bark and branches, covering them with leaves to create shelter. The gleam of arrowheads was faintly visible among the branches, clearly indicating that their arrival had attracted the Zhaonan people's attention.

Cheng Zongyang raised his hands to indicate he meant no harm and called out, "I am Cheng Zongyang. May I ask which elder of Muyu City is leading this group?"

A figure appeared on a branch, dressed in a fur coat and plain belt—it was Shen Wanying, the mistress of Muyu City.

Dappled moonlight filtered through the leaves, bathing the girl's crystalline body like water. Shen Wanying lay naked on a tree branch about half a person's thickness, her smooth body like a lump of soft, white jade, undulating in the moonlight. The leafy branches, like green wings, stretched out from beneath her.

The treetop was five or six zhang (approximately 10-15 meters) above the ground, enough to make one dizzy looking down, yet Cheng Zongyang experienced a thrill he had never felt before. Behind him was a tree hollow about half a person's height, the recently split trunk still dripping thick green sap. The girl before him straddled the branch like a horse, a pure white fox fur beneath her. Her legs dangled low, her rounded buttocks arched back. Cheng Zongyang rode on her buttocks, his hot, hard penis pressing against the girl's honeyed depths, making the most intimate contact between man and woman.

With each thrust of his penis, the soft, moist honeyed depths contracted rhythmically, slippery nectar gushing from the depths of her flower nest, wetting the fox fur beneath him. The girl's fair body swayed in the night breeze alongside the verdant branches, as if she were flying with the wind. "Disciple... is about to climax..." Shen Wanying murmured, arching her snowy buttocks and welcoming the trembling flower core to the hot glans behind her.

A cool breath emanated from the depths of the girl's womb. Cheng Zongyang took a deep breath, his glans pressing against Shen Wanying's flower core, using the bedroom technique personally taught by Zhuo Yunjun to replenish all the yin essence released by his obedient disciple.

Cheng Zongyang grasped Shen Wanying's breasts from behind and began a new round of thrusting into her still-climaxing honey hole. Shen Wanying climaxed twice in succession, her yin essence completely drained by Cheng Zongyang. Finally, Cheng Zongyang personally ejaculated into her body, allowing her to also complete a union of yin and yang.

"Upon returning to Muyu City, I diligently practiced according to the Sect Leader's instructions," Shen Wanying said. "The day before yesterday, upon receiving the Sect Leader's summons, I immediately led my clansmen north."

With the storm subsiding, a touch of allure appeared in Shen Wanying's eyes, making her even more beautiful and captivating, like a newly blossoming bud. Although her master was no saint, she was completely innocent. Zhuo, fearing exposure, had dragged his beloved disciple into it, urging him to take advantage of her, but Cheng Zongyang had no intention of letting Shen Wanying suffer. With Zhuo, he only engaged in one-sided sexual exploitation, a one-time affair; with Shen Wanying, he always practiced the secret sexual techniques of the Taiyi True Sect, cultivating both yin and yang. Although Shen Wanying had lost her virginity to him, she actually benefited greatly, thus trusting him more and more. Cheng Zongyang even suspected that if his identity as the "Sect Leader" were ever exposed, she might not necessarily turn against him.

Shen Wanying respectfully replied, "When there is trouble, this disciple will serve. When the sect leader summons me, Wanying and the people of Muyu City will obey the sect leader's orders."

"Tomorrow I will go to see Prefect Teng of Yunzhou. You don't need to show your face then; just send someone with me."

"Yes."

Cheng Zongyang then gave her a few more pointers on bedroom techniques, adding a few subtle points he wanted, such as having her try the female-on-top position and take the initiative to have intercourse with him. Shen Wanying revered him like a god and naturally had no doubts. Apart from these details that added interest, the other instructions were all genuine. After all, his bedroom techniques were personally taught by the Taiyi True Sect and were of the highest quality.

As they were talking, a burst of light suddenly rose from the valley on the opposite bank. Although it was more than twenty miles away, it was exceptionally conspicuous in the darkness.

Cheng Zongyang frowned. His business was at a critical juncture, and he couldn't afford any mistakes in the next two days. He quickly dressed and leaped down from the tree.

Qin Hui also saw the fire and rushed over with Jin Wuzhu and the others. "I've been to that place twice; it's a village of the Jingxi people!"

Cheng Zongyang's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately ordered, "Have Yi Biao and Ao Run keep a close watch on the granary! Let's go!"

Shen Wanying said, "I'm going too!"

Cheng Zongyang nodded and led her towards the riverbank.

The Zhaonan people from Muyu City arrived in dugout canoes. The six of them boarded two canoes, crossed the Fuling River, and headed towards the fire on the opposite bank.

Although the mountain path was rugged and difficult to traverse, all six of them were quite skilled. Shen Wanying was like a nightingale, gliding lightly through the branches and leaves, displaying her extraordinary cultivation as Zhuo Yunjun's prized disciple. Qin Hui's sleeves fluttered, as if he were riding the wind through the forest; Jin Wuzhu, the Blue-faced Beast, and the Leopard Head used all four limbs, leaping a distance of one or two zhang in a single bound, bounding forward among the branches like agile beasts.

In less than half an hour, the group had approached the fire's location and could see a village burning in the valley not far away. The six crept closer silently. Cheng Zongyang's scar on his forehead twitched slightly, sensing wisps of death, some strong, some faint.

Approaching a corner of the village, the sight that greeted Shen Wanying made her pale and almost scream.

The Jingxi village had nearly a hundred households, mostly living in earthen buildings, with lush grapevines everywhere. A gravel path wound its way into the depths of the greenery, ending at a square with a round pole in the center, inlaid with nine human figures. The scenery was breathtaking, like a paradise on earth.

A circle of tables and chairs, laden with dishes, suggested a feast was underway. However, the square was now littered with corpses; dozens of headless bodies lay on the ground, all belonging to barbarian men. Bloodied heads hung from totem poles, the top one belonging to Ma Lu, with whom he had done business. His face still bore a frozen smile, but his eyes were filled with shock and surprise, as if he had been slaughtered while celebrating.

Several soldiers in uniform were setting fire to earthen buildings, one after another, and the elderly and children who had escaped were hacked to death by the soldiers.

A military leader sat beneath a totem pole, sipping village-brewed fruit wine while gouging out the eye of an elderly barbarian with a sharp knife. "You barbarian dogs," he cried, "where have you hidden all your grain?" The old man howled, "God above! He will devour you wicked people!"

The military leader slit the old man's throat, the splattering blood causing a servant-like man opposite him to dodge hastily. "Stay away! Chief Zhao, how can we eat with blood on our hands?"

Chief Zhao readily agreed, then said, "Burn all the houses to the ground! Show these barbarians what's what!" He then put on a smiling face. "Steward Wang, this village is dirt poor, we can't find much grain anywhere. But the barbarian women in the village are quite pretty. Why don't you do me the honor of having a few? It'll ease the hardship of your journey." Steward Wang

coughed and strode over.

On the other side of the square, a group of Jingxi women were bound together with long ropes, wailing incessantly. Several beautiful women from Jingxi were dragged out, stripped naked in public, and gang-raped by more than ten soldiers.

Seeing Steward Wang approach, one of the soldiers laughed, "Steward Wang, here's a good one for you!" He pulled a woman from the crowd, pinching her buttocks and saying, "How about this barbarian? Big breasts, round buttocks, and her skin is so white and tender!"

Xiangya, her face streaked with tears, broke free from the soldiers' grasp, ignoring her still-bound legs, and desperately kicked at Steward Wang.

Steward Wang dodged, lewdly laughing, "Fierce enough! She's the one!"

Two soldiers dragged Xiangya to the center of the square, tore her hands off, tied them to a totem pole, and then ripped off her white clothes, revealing her fair flesh. Xiangya's beautiful eyes widened, staring at her husband's head atop the pole, her eyes filled with despair and regret.

A soldier nearby said, "These barbarian girls are really something! Much fairer and more tender than the city prostitutes!"

"The captain said, keeping barbarian girls is just a nuisance. Use them and then chop them off cleanly!"

"Nonsense!" said Steward Wang, "It's rare to find such beautiful barbarian girls. Keep two good ones for the young master to bring him good fortune, and sell the rest to brothels!"

"Steward Wang, you're brilliant!"

Several soldiers grabbed her legs and forcefully pulled them apart. Steward Wang leered at Xiang Ya's cheek,

"This prostitute isn't bad."

Xiang Ya's blank eyes suddenly flashed, then a flash of blood appeared. Xiang Ya bit Steward Wang's finger, using all her strength; you could almost hear the cracking of her bones between her teeth.

Steward Wang screamed and desperately tried to pull his finger out, while the soldiers beside him quickly pinched Xiang Ya's mouth shut. Suddenly, a cracking sound came from the soldier's neck, followed by a spray of blood, and his severed head flew off.

Amidst the blood-soaked light, Xiang Ya saw a gleaming blade pierce through the blood rain, abruptly stopping just inches from her chest. Then, the blade flipped, slicing down the two soldiers holding her legs.

Zhao, the constable, leaped into the air, then his neck went limp, his head lolling to one side.

Qin Hui, as if he had just finished writing a piece of calligraphy, calmly wiped his fingers and strolled out from behind her.

Screams erupted almost simultaneously from all directions. Shen Wanying's longsword trembled incessantly; clearly, this was her first time killing, but she struck without hesitation. In no time, she had slaughtered the soldiers guarding the female prisoners of Jingxi.

Cheng Zongyang kicked Steward Wang in the stomach, knocking him unconscious and making him roll his eyes back. He then slashed down an opponent with his sword, shouting, "Leave no survivors!"

A strong, ferocious aura swept over them. Jin Wuzhu grabbed a soldier's face with his bare hands, twisted it back, and with the strength to tear apart a wild horse, snapped the man's head off. Leopard Head opened his blood-red maw, his sharp fangs piercing a soldier's arm, then snapping his jaws shut, breaking the arm bone into three pieces.

Unlike the two who relied solely on their half-orc strength to kill, the Blue-Faced Beast grabbed a long spear, flicked the tassel, and created a large, swirling motion, piercing a soldier's abdomen with his outstretched arm—a surprisingly skillful spear technique.

This group of soldiers numbered only about thirty, wearing uniforms and caps, belonging to the lowest rank of local militia in the Song army. The six attacked from all sides, quickly slaughtering more than ten men like chopping vegetables. The remaining soldiers, terrified, knelt and begged for mercy.

Shen Wanying untied the bound Jingxi women, who swarmed forward, crying and cursing as they killed the Song soldiers one by one. Cheng Zongyang tried to spare a life, but was bitten by the out-of-control women and watched helplessly as they smashed the Song soldier into a pulp.

Xiang Ya knelt at the totem pole, wailing pitifully. The surviving members of her tribe gathered around, and the cries were deafening. Even Shen Wanying's eyes reddened.

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