Whether to stand at the top of the world or live the rest of your life in mediocrity, I believe everyone will choose the former.

Although Yang Xiao and Yin Yewang have not been mediocre in their lives, what they have now is simply not worth mentioning compared to the world in the future.

If they could plant the flag of the Ming Cult in the imperial city and throughout the world, these two people would be remembered in history.

…

After walking out of the Ming Cult's main hall, Yang Xiao and Yin Yewang looked at each other and then went their separate ways.

What Zhang Wuji had just said kept flashing in Yin Yewang's mind.

"Find some people who are trustworthy, tight-lipped and not afraid of death."

King Yin Ye's head was already aching a bit.

"The fact that such an important task has been given to me is enough to show that the leader has absolute trust in me. We are already close relatives. If I fail in such an important matter, I will have no face to stay in the Ming Cult."

"But if it goes well, Zhang Wuji will really become the emperor in the future."

"Even for Zhu'er's sake, you should at least give yourself a title of nobility."

In Yin Yewang's mind, he screened all the people he knew in the Ming Cult.

Among these people, it is easy to find those who are trustworthy, and there are also many who are not afraid of death. When the six major sects besieged Guangmingding, none of the people who stayed behind at Guangmingding were afraid of death.

But it is difficult to find someone who is tight-lipped.

Yin Yewang had been in the Ming Cult for decades, and the people he knew would lose their temper as soon as they drank a few pounds of horse urine.

If the news of the attack on Xuzhou leaked out in advance, the Ming Cult would be doomed.

Just as King Yin Ye was screening people in his mind, a man with a slightly wretched appearance walked towards him.

This person is Wei Yixiao, one of the protectors of the Ming Cult.

"Old Yin, what are you thinking about? You look so worried."

When King Yin Ye saw this person, he laughed out loud and said, "You are the first candidate."

"Old Bat, I have something to talk to you about"...

…

At night, just as the sun was setting, Zhang Wuji returned to his house.

Zhou Zhiruo in the room had just taken a hot bath.

Ever since she defected from Emei and became Zhang Wuji's woman, she would feel incomparable satisfaction and happiness from time to time.

After ten years of repression, she finally released her wild side.

…

Zhang Wuji slowly pushed the door open and walked in.

What caught the eye was Zhou Zhiruo's graceful appearance as a lotus emerging from the water.

Behind a thin layer of gauze is an impeccable body.

Her willow-like waist can be held in one hand, and her long legs are so slender that people can't help but look away.

Especially her pair of little feet as white as mutton-fat jade. No matter how many times Zhang Wuji looked at them, he still couldn't get enough of them.

After swallowing his saliva, Zhang Wuji pounced forward savagely.

Zhou Zhiruo's beautiful eyes were full of affection.

She likes this man very much. The more obsessed he is with her, the more satisfied she will feel in her heart.

All we seek in life is to live to the fullest; only in this way can our life be worthwhile.

…

Two hours later, Zhang Wuji lay on Zhou Zhiruo's legs with great satisfaction.

Zhou Zhiruo was also covered in sweat and panting.

After taking a breath for a while, Zhou Zhiruo slowly spoke.

"Brother Wuji, I'm sure you must have heard what I said in your Ming Cult hall today. If my estimation is correct, it won't be long before the Ming Cult's headquarters will move from Guangmingding to another place."

"Can you tell me about your plans?"

Zhang Wuji said as he looked at her with lustful eyes.

"Zhiruo, I'm glad to have you today."

"What you said made me make up my mind. There is no perfect plan and no war that is sure to be won in this world."

"But even so, I plan to give it a try."

"In one month, at the latest, I will become the master of Xuzhou."

"As long as we have Xuzhou City in our hands, recruiting soldiers or doing other things will be much easier than it is now."

Zhou Zhiruo smiled slightly: "As long as you make the decision, my cultivation has improved a lot recently. When you attack Xuzhou, I will go into battle with you to kill the enemy. Even if there are thousands of troops, I must be by your side."

Zhang Wuji did not object to Zhou Zhiruo's decision.

Because he knew that Zhou Zhiruo was not as obedient as Zhu'er.

What's more, Zhou Zhiruo's current cultivation level is quite high. As long as she doesn't fall into a desperate situation, she has the ability to protect herself.

Looking at Zhou Zhiruo's affectionate eyes, Zhang Wuji became impulsive again.

"You said that your cultivation has improved, but I didn't feel it. Today, I must compete with you."

Following Zhou Zhiruo's scream, a storm came again.

…

The next morning, when Zhou Zhiruo was still sleeping soundly, Zhang Wuji came to the main hall of the Ming Cult.

After a day and a night of selection, King Yin Ye finally selected two hundred people.

At this moment, he was waiting to say goodbye to Zhang Wuji.

After seeing Zhang Wuji, Yin Yewang hurriedly said.

"Master, I have selected two hundred people. In order to keep your plan to attack Xuzhou secret, I have not yet told them what I am going to do. I have disguised these two hundred people as several caravans."

"After we sneak into Xuzhou, we will lie in ambush in secret."

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