Tumu Fortress.
After a ten-day march led by the Female Emperor of Wu Zhou.
Armies converged from all directions and arrived at this place.
Golden wheat fields stretched as far as the eye could see.
Billowing and undulating with the wind.
Countless soldiers halted and watched. Under the scorching sun, drenched in sweat, they remained in dead silence.
They saw that the original official road had been dug up and planted with crops.
Leaving only a narrow path wide enough for two people to walk abreast.
How were they supposed to march through this?
One soldier could not hold back and shouted aloud,
"So what if these are the fields of the noble families?"
"We are marching to war! Are we supposed to worry about farmland?"
"Marching like this, our army of two million will not be able to pass through here even in three days and three nights!"
"Today, I am going to walk right through the fields!"
As soon as his words fell, the soldier strode forward.
But before he could take two steps.
"You court death!"
A sharp shout rang out.
A supervising official, wielding a long sword, slashed it down right at his head.
The sword gleamed, and blood splattered!
A severed head flew into the sky.
The headless corpse collapsed heavily by the roadside, dyeing the field red with blood.
The great army fell into a deathly stillness.
"Her Majesty has ordered! Pass through in lines. Do not damage a single stalk of wheat, or you will face military law!"
The supervising official's cold voice echoed between heaven and earth.
That head was still dripping crimson blood, as piercing as a blade, striking fear into the hearts of all.
The brutal display of military discipline filled everyone with awe and dread.
All the soldiers looked solemn, their breathing becoming stifled.
Holding their breath and focusing their minds, they formed two lines and proceeded along the narrow path in an orderly manner.
However, the expressions on their faces looked as disgusted as if they had swallowed flies.
They were an army of a full two million men!
How long would it take to pass through this narrow field path?
Furthermore, the sun was currently at its most vicious. The soldiers felt their bodies burning up, sweat streaming down inside their armor, and their moods were extremely gloomy.
From time to time, supervising officials would shout reprimands, brandishing horsewhips to strike at soldiers who seemed dazed.
With every step they took, the soldiers had to be extremely careful, feeling immense torment.
The lofty aspirations and heroic spirit they had when they first set out were completely worn away at this moment.
All that remained was endless exhaustion and irritation.
The Female Emperor of Wu Zhou sat inside her imperial carriage.
Inside, maids were adding ice cubes to an ice pot, making the hot, dry wind much cooler.
Exquisite fruits and pastries were laid out on the table.
The Female Emperor of Wu Zhou sat on her dragon throne, holding a scroll in her hands and reading it with great relish.
Looking at her like this, it did not seem like she was marching to war at all; it was clearly a countryside outing.
The civil and military officials following behind looked sickly and pale, sighing constantly.
The older ministers were clutching their waists, unable to stand straight from the bumping of their horses.
The continuous marching and jolting along the way left them utterly exhausted and complaining incessantly.
"Your Majesty!"
An old minister patted his horse's back, put on a bitter face, and stepped forward to offer counsel.
"We truly cannot endure this any longer. I beg Your Majesty to allow us to rest for a day before making further plans."
"After all, we are about to engage in a decisive battle with Temujin. We must rest and build up our strength to preserve our forces."
The Female Emperor of Wu Zhou put down her scroll, raised her head, and her eyes instantly turned icy.
"Minister of Revenue, what exactly do you mean by this!"
"If you cannot even endure this little bit of hardship, how can you manage the country for Us?"
She sneered.
She pointed at herself.
"Look at Us. During these ten days of marching, have We ever uttered a single complaint of hardship or fatigue?"
"Instead, it is you people who are constantly whining!"
"We are a woman! Yet you group of men are not even as resilient as Us, a woman!"
These words made the Minister of Revenue flush red with embarrassment, and he lowered his head in silence.
He was not ashamed.
Rather, he felt angry.
You are sitting in the imperial carriage. When tired, you have a soft bed to sleep on; when hungry, you have delicious delicacies to eat.
But what about us?
We have been braving the wind and dew, constantly jolted along the way.
Yet the Minister of Revenue did not dare to retort at all.
He could only sigh in despair.
Before long, the Minister of War also came forward, profusely sweating, and spoke in a hurry.
"Your Majesty, the troops in the rear cannot keep up. I just went to take a look, and there is a massive wheat field."
"I beg Your Majesty to grant permission for the soldiers to step into the wheat field. Otherwise, our two million strong army will not be able to walk out of this field even in three days and three nights!"
His face was filled with anxiety, and he was panting heavily from running over.
The Female Emperor of Wu Zhou frowned and slammed her hand against the armrest of the dragon throne.
"Audacious! This is Our command! Do you wish to defy Our decree?"
"This wheat field is the foundation of Our Wu family! How can We let you outsiders trample it!"
"If Our relatives were to learn that We allowed soldiers to trample the wheat fields at will, how could We face them!"
Her cold voice was filled with unquestionable authority.
The Minister of War opened his mouth to argue, but swallowed his words back down.
Seeing the murderous look in the Female Emperor of Wu Zhou's eyes, he knew that if he said anything more, his life would likely be forfeit.
"As you command, Your Majesty."
He retreated helplessly.
After the civil and military officials following behind learned of this matter.
For a moment.
They all fell silent.
What kind of nonsense was this?
Had the Empress gone mad?
For the sake of face, she was actually disregarding the safety of the army!
"Alas! If Temujin were to attack now, I fear we would all be doomed!"
The Minister of War let out a long sigh, his eyes full of worry.
Anyone capable of becoming a high-ranking official in the imperial court was a dragon or phoenix among men.
He could already envision the scene of the Empress's army collapsing like a landslide!
But did he dare to offer further counsel?
Of course not!
The current Female Emperor of Wu Zhou was brimming with confidence, carrying herself with the air of an absolute dictator who demanded total supremacy.
"Why haven't those scions of the noble families arrived yet?"
The Female Emperor of Wu Zhou frowned and spoke in displeasure.
According to the agreed time, they were supposed to converge here together, but now the noble scions seemed to have vanished from the face of the earth.
Not only had they not appeared, but even their supporting troops were nowhere to be seen.
"Hmph! If these people dare not to show up, We will definitely punish them for the crime of deceiving the sovereign!"
The Female Emperor of Wu Zhou coldly snorted.
......
On a distant hill.
A massive army stood atop the summit, looking down and taking in the entire Wu Zhou army at a glance.
"Mongol King, what is this situation? What exactly is the Female Emperor of Wu Zhou scheming?"
Modun saw the scene of them passing through the wheat field in pairs, frowned deeply, and spoke with hesitation.
"We have already waited for the Female Emperor of Wu Zhou for three days. At her marching speed, I fear we will have to wait another seven days before the decisive battle."
"Could it be that the Female Emperor of Wu Zhou is doing this on purpose to lure us into taking the initiative to attack?"
He was naturally suspicious, and upon encountering such a strange occurrence, his immediate reaction was to become vigilant.
After all, the Wu Zhou army was a force of two million men!
Even with their three great royal courts allied together, they only had nine hundred thousand cavalry.
The Wu Zhou army was more than twice their size.
If they were to attack rashly, they would likely suffer heavy casualties!
It was precisely because of this that they had been lying in ambush here for a full three days.
During these three days, they were terrified that the Female Emperor of Wu Zhou would descend like divine troops from heaven, leading her two million strong army to charge at them in a mighty display.
One must know, they were facing the powerful nation of Wu Zhou!
In the past, how would their three royal courts have ever dared to provoke such a formidable enemy!

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transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."

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