"The constables have raided a Wan Dao Men stronghold in Da Liu Shu Lane and captured more than 30 Wan Dao Men members!"
"The West City Patrol Division has discovered three strongholds of the Ten Thousand Blades Sect. Requesting the dispatch of powerful reinforcements!"
"The Southern City Guard has captured Chen Yong, a steward of the Ten Thousand Blades Sect, and he has been imprisoned."
"The Third Guard of Tianjiang Guard has destroyed Xiaohe Village and captured 781 members of the Wandao Sect and their families."
"The First Guard of Tianjiang Guard has annihilated 321 enemy soldiers and captured..."
On February 14th, people came and went outside the governor's mansion.
News kept coming in, but He Mu paced back and forth in his room.
His brows were furrowed, his nerves were on edge, and he kept glancing out the window.
Although there was no snow falling outside the window, the frost was still biting cold.
The unmelting ice was like the worries that had accumulated in his heart.
Although the actions of the past few days have successfully compressed the living space of the Ten Thousand Blades Sect, they have ultimately failed to damage its core.
Not to mention finding Li Fan and his group, even among the elders of the Ten Thousand Blades Sect, only a handful were captured.
Even when these people were captured, they couldn't get any information out of them at all.
That's why He Mu became even more apprehensive.
Even with Bei Minghao secretly protecting him, he still felt uneasy.
If Long Daoji were to attack, could Bei Minghao truly protect himself?
Of course, this was entirely He Mu's needless worry.
The truth is, Bei Minghao was not in the governor's mansion at all.
Not only was he absent, but none of the foreign players were there either.
At this time, the outside help invited by the four major families, including Lü Xiaoyi and Yanbei, was hidden in an inconspicuous courtyard.
As for Bei Minghao and Ximen Qingshan, they had been waiting for a long time, thirty miles north of Tianjiang City.
Just as the two were waiting, the sound of wind breaking came.
Two elderly men descended from the sky.
One of them stood on a long sword, his pure white robe fluttering in the wind, with white beard and hair, exuding an air of otherworldly grace.
The other man was as burly as a bear, wearing close-fitting leather armor, with tiger-like eyes and thick eyebrows, exuding an imposing aura even without anger.
Upon seeing the two, Bei Minghao and Ximen Qingshan stepped forward and bowed simultaneously, "Greetings to the two patriarchs!"
The burly Bei Mingcang nodded in response, but the otherworldly Dongfang Taiyue frowned: "Why didn't Quan Cheng and Xiong Feng come?"
"Reporting to Ancestor Taiyue, Quan Cheng and Xiong Feng are dead!"
Three days ago, Li Fan agreed to exchange hostages.
Despite our preparations, Li Fan was simply too insidious.
Upon completion of the hostage exchange, Quan Cheng was killed using methods employed by the immortal sects.
Then he led his men to surround and kill us, and Xiongfeng unfortunately died in the battle.
"That brat is going too far!"
Upon hearing Bei Minghao's words, Dongfang Taiyue was enraged: "Gather your men immediately! I want to personally kill Li Fan!"
"Grand Ancestor Taiyue, we've run into some trouble."
After the big battle that day, Li Fan and his men all ran away.
Bei Minghao forced himself to explain.
"What did you say?
They've all disappeared?
So what have you been doing these past three days?
Dongfang Taiyue looked at Bei Minghao with a displeased expression.
It's one thing for Dongfang Quancheng to be killed!
Now, I can't find any of my enemies.
Isn't this nonsense?
Anyone who didn't know better would think that the four major families had been slaughtered and fled in disarray by Li Fan.
"Ancestor Taiyue, we had no choice!"
Jiangzhou is not entirely under our control.
The resources we can mobilize are limited.
Moreover, without the prince's permission, we cannot completely blockade Jiangzhou!
Bei Minghao then gave the excuse he had prepared beforehand.
In short, the principle is that none of this is due to my own incompetence.
The mistakes were all caused by others.
It's important to know that there's also competition within the four major families.
These martial artists, who have reached the peak of the tenth-grade Dharma Manifestation realm, are vying for a spot to become a future patriarch of their family's foundation.
After all, the cave heavens controlled by the four major families are not complete, and the number of powerful individuals they can accommodate is limited.
Not every martial artist who has reached the tenth rank of Dharma Manifestation can extend their lifespan through a grotto-heaven.
"Useless piece of trash! You can't even do the smallest thing right!"
Before Dongfang Taiyue could speak, Bei Minghao shouted, "What are you all standing there for? Take us to see the Prince of Han!"
Seeing that he had spoken, Dongfang Taiyue didn't know what else to say.
The group of four flew northwest.
......
One hundred miles northwest of Tianjiang City, there is a mountain called Qingyun.
Hidden on the mountainside of Qingyun Mountain is a mountain villa.
This mountain villa is the Han King's Villa.
At this time, martial law was in effect throughout the villa.
Inside the villa, King Zhou Dinglong of Han was bowing respectfully to the middle-aged man before him.
"Dinglong greets Third Uncle!"
The middle-aged man looked to be about the same age as Zhou Dinglong, but his eyes and brows revealed an undeniable sharpness.
He wore a black robe with gold trim and a python pattern, his tall and straight figure resembling a spear.
The middle-aged man was none other than Zhou Boxin, the Overlord, who ranked fifth on the Heavenly Hero Ranking.
"Dinglong, we are uncle and nephew, no need for such formalities!"
Zhou Boxing waved his hand and sat down on his own.
Upon hearing his words, Zhou Dinglong immediately sensed something was wrong.
This third uncle is not exactly a nice guy.
Ever since I took up my post in Jiangzhou, he has frequently come to me to freeload.
Borrow one million taels this year, repay three hundred thousand taels next year, and then borrow another one million taels.
This repeated itself over several decades, during which time he had been swindled out of 20 million taels of silver.
If it weren't for the booming success of his money exchange business, his Hanwang Mansion would have been drained dry long ago.
Although he was very unhappy, Zhou Dinglong had no choice but to force a smile and ask, "Third Uncle, what brings you here?"
"Dinglong, look at yourself! What a mess you've become!"
The smile on Zhou Boxing's face disappeared, and he changed the subject, continuing, "You are a member of the Great Zhou royal family, the rightful ruler of Jiangzhou, the King of Han of Great Zhou. The entire Jiangzhou is your territory."
As a result, the two groups fought in Tianjiang City, and you didn't dare utter a single word, which is bad enough, but you were even forced to hide here. Tell me, is that reasonable?
"Third Uncle, this is indeed outrageous, but I have no choice!"
Throughout the entire Han King's mansion, only one person was enshrined with a perfect ten-rank Dharma image.
Let alone suppressing both sides, even self-preservation is extremely difficult.
If my nephew continues to stay in the city, he might very well die there.
Zhou Dinglong said with a wronged expression.
"Dinglong!"
You've suffered!
Uncle is late!
Zhou Boqi stood up and walked to Zhou Dinglong's side. He reached out and pressed Zhou Dinglong's shoulder, saying, "From now on, your safety is in the hands of your third uncle. With your third uncle around, no one can touch you."
What the heck?
Has the sun risen in the west?
This old guy is so kind!
Is he here to take advantage of the chaos?
Zhou Dinglong immediately became alert; this old guy definitely had ill intentions.
"No need to trouble Third Uncle..."
"Zhou Dinglong, do you look down on your third uncle?"
Before Zhou Dinglong could finish speaking, Zhou Boxing's face darkened, and he exuded a dangerous aura.
"Third Uncle, that's not what I meant."
My nephew is worried about Chuzhou, after all, there are still a lot of things to deal with in Chuzhou that require his third uncle's decision.
If Third Uncle isn't here, it would be bad if the subordinates didn't handle things properly.
Zhou Dinglong said cautiously.
“That makes sense. If I leave, I’ll lose at least a hundred thousand taels of silver.”
But you are my nephew after all, how can your third uncle stand by and watch you be bullied?
How about this? You lend me one million taels, and I'll pay you back when I've made the money!
Zhou Boxin's words broke Zhou Dinglong's defenses.
This is blatant robbery!
There's no such logic in this world.
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