Strike While the Iron is Hot The Wilderness' Strongest Home-Raiding Squad Sets Out

Ahem.

With his hands clasped behind his back, Wang Hao swaggered over to the group of old rogues and coughed heavily twice.

Hearing this sound, the old men instantly fell silent. Although Wang Hao was of a younger generation, after witnessing the terrifying methods of this kid summoning the Martial God's Heavenly Tribulation to wipe the floor without blinking an eye, these old monsters no longer treated him as a junior in their hearts.

In the Great Wilderness world, strength reigned supreme. Who cared whether someone relied on borrowed magical treasures or true ability? As long as they could kill you, they were the boss.

Great-grandfather, seniors. Wang Hao wore a harmless smile on his face and pointed at the scraps of broken copper and iron on the ground. You are all renowned mighty figures of the Divine State, after all. Don't you feel it's beneath your dignity to argue until you're red in the face over a pile of worn-out junk?

Old Man Ren blushed and muttered, Wang boy, you just don't know the price of firewood and rice since you aren't running the household. Don't our old bones need to consume massive amounts of resources when we enter secluded cultivation? We were called out by you today to fight to the death, and we only got this little bit of stuff to share. We've lost our very pants in this deal!

Vision! Grandpa Ren, your vision is too narrow!

Wang Hao shook his head in disappointment, waved his hand casually, and said self-righteously, Think about it carefully. Who are the fifty people who came today? The Supreme Elder of the Azure Cloud Sword Sect, the Left Protector of the Crimson Moon Demonic Cult, the two secluded patriarchs of the Medicine King Valley... These people are the stabilizing pillars of those hidden sects. They are their top-tier combat power!

Wang Wudi frowned. Good grandson, what exactly are you trying to say?

The corners of Wang Hao's mouth curled into an extremely wicked smile, his voice full of bewitching magic. Great-grandfather, these hidden sects colluded with the Heavenly Secret Pavilion in an attempt to assassinate the emperor and subvert our Great Zhou imperial court! Now, all of their ancestors have died at our hands. What is this called? This is a blood feud that will not end until one side is dead!

Do you think that if we give these sects a chance to catch their breath, they won't broadcast your evil deeds to the whole world? Will they not unite to take revenge on the Great Zhou and on your families?

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of the several old monsters instantly changed. Indeed, the biggest taboo in murder and robbery was leaving survivors. Now that the enmity was forged, given the nature of those so-called righteous sects, they would absolutely stand on the moral high ground and launch a frenzied counterattack.

Then according to you... A fierce glint flashed in Wang Wudi's single eye.

Kick them while they're down, and take their lives! Pull up the weeds by the roots and sever their lineages!

Wang Hao clapped his hands together forcefully, his tone full of incitement. Seniors, right now they are nothing but fat sheep without their fangs and claws! Those sects have been passing down their legacies for thousands of years; just imagine how profound their foundations are! The Heaven-rank cultivation methods in their scripture pavilions, the top-grade spirit stones in their treasuries, the ten-thousand-year divine herbs in their medicinal gardens... Right now, they are all just sitting there waiting for those destined to take them!

Since they were unkind, they can't blame us for being unjust! I propose that Great-grandfather and Grandpa Ren lead the way. The thirty-plus of you mighty figures will form the Great Wilderness Home-Raiding Peacekeeping Heavenly Group and set off immediately. Before they even receive the news, we'll directly wipe out the lairs of these sects! We will take all the wealth they have accumulated over thousands of years and use it to build our beautiful future!

As Wang Hao finished speaking, he waved his large hand, painting a highly tempting and magnificent blueprint.

Silence.

A deathly silence fell over the entire scene.

Immediately after, the sound of frantic gulping arose one after another among the crowd.

The eyes of the twenty-odd old monsters turned redder than a rabbit's at a visible rate! Their breathing grew as heavy as a bull's, and their entire bodies trembled. That wasn't fear; it was the sheer excitement born of greed!

That's right! Why were they picking up junk off the ground? Wouldn't it be better to just go and raid their homes directly! Fifty top-tier mighty figures were dead. Now, there wasn't a single decent fighter left in those hidden sects. With the thirty of them raiding their homes, wouldn't it be like old men playing with toddlers, or snatching fat meat off a hot iron plate?!

Let's do it!!!

Old Man Ren was the first to jump up. True qi erupted from his entire body, making his sparse hair stand on end. The Wang boy is right! Evil must be eradicated completely! I have long found those hypocrites from the Azure Cloud Sword Sect an eyesore. I've been eyeing that Immortal Slaying Sword in their treasury for over a hundred years! No one fight me for it!

The hundred thousand acres of medicinal fields in the Medicine King Valley belong to my Wang family! If anyone dares to touch a single blade of grass, I'll chop off their paws! Wang Wudi also completely tore off his disguise, beginning to assign targets like an old bandit chief.

The female disciples of the Crimson Moon Demonic Cult... Ah, no, the demonic arts of the Crimson Moon Demonic Cult are intolerable to the heavens. I shall go and enforce justice on behalf of heaven, and plunder their magic crystals!

Without needing Wang Hao to say another word, these old monsters who had lived for hundreds of years fully demonstrated what it meant to act with the speed of lightning and the force of the wind. In just the short time it takes half an incense stick to burn, over thirty terrifying demigod-realm streaks of light shot into the sky. Wearing savage grins, they transformed into the most terrifying swarm of locusts in the history of the Great Wilderness, flying out in all directions to blot out the sky and cover the earth.

It was foreseeable that tonight, the Eastern Wilderness was destined to see rivers of blood, and countless sects with thousands of years of heritage would face a true apocalyptic disaster.

Looking at the receding lights, Wang Hao nodded in satisfaction. This is the kind of work the Great Zhou ancestors and allies should be doing. Wage earners need to have the self-awareness of wage earners.

Having arranged everything, the wave of weakness that Wang Hao had been forcefully suppressing surged up like a tide. Continuously channeling the Son of Heaven's Qi Observation Technique to monitor providence, and then forcibly unlocking the ninth layer of the Thunder Abyss Demon Suppression Pagoda to summon the Martial God's Heavenly Tribulation, had nearly drained this body of all its essence, qi, and spirit.

Prepare the carriage, return to the palace. I need a good sleep. Don't wake me even if the sky falls.

Rubbing his throbbing brow, Wang Hao boarded the imperial carriage returning to the palace.

The night was deep, and the evening lights were just being lit.

The exhausted Wang Hao had just returned to his bedchamber. Before he even had time to take off his heavy purple-gold dragon robe, he saw Wei Zhongxian walking up to him with a face full of flattery, holding a steaming white jade porcelain bowl in both hands.

Your Majesty, you displayed immense divine might today and awed the heroes. It is truly the eternal blessing of our Great Zhou! Seeing Your Majesty's dragon body so fatigued, this old servant specially ordered the imperial kitchens to brew this bowl of Nine Suns Complete Tonic Soup. This is a premium delicacy brewed for three hours using a whole tiger whip from a thousand-year-old Fire Jade Tiger, along with Dragon Blood Ginseng and Nine Nether Horny Goat Weed! It is the best for replenishing your vital energy and consolidating your foundation!

Wang Hao was simply too tired. His mind was filled with all the scheming and calculating he had done today. He had absolutely no time to carefully discern the long list of ingredient names Wei Zhongxian had rattled off, much less notice the wretched, overflowing smile on the old eunuch's face when he said consolidating your foundation.

Mhm, leave it there. Wang Hao sat at the table and picked up the porcelain bowl. He only felt that the soup had an extremely rich scent, carrying a dry and hot exotic fragrance. Without overthinking it, he tilted his head back and chugged it down in a few big gulps.

After drinking it, he only felt a warm current rise in his stomach, dispelling a lot of his fatigue. It indeed had a somewhat refreshing effect.

"Alright, I have drank the soup. Wei Zhongxian, have the guards and maids outside withdraw. Without my decree, no one is allowed within a hundred paces of the bedchamber. I want to rest in peace." Wang Hao waved his hand to dismiss people while unbuttoning his dragon robe.

"Yes! This old servant obeys the decree! I will go do it right away! Your Majesty, take your time undressing, there is no rush. The night is long, enjoy it slowly..." Wei Zhongxian smiled so widely his back teeth showed, bowing and scraping as he backed out of the room.

Upon reaching the door, not only did Wei Zhongxian close the palace doors tightly, he even maniacally added a massive black iron lock from the outside!

After doing all this, the old eunuch Wei clasped his hands together, bowed to the heavens, and murmured with tears streaming down his old face, "Late Emperor! Today, this old servant has finally accomplished a great deed for your most beloved Crown Prince! Two supreme Holy Maidens sharing his bed, paired with this old servant's specially brewed ten-thousand-year tiger penis elixir! The Great Zhou Empire will soon have a little Crown Prince! I am truly a remarkably loyal subject!"

Inside the hall.

Wang Hao took off his outer garments, wearing only a thin, bright yellow inner robe. He let out a yawn and staggered toward the dragon bed.

After taking just two steps, Wang Hao's footsteps suddenly halted.

Something was wrong!

The warm current that had just been wandering in his stomach had now turned into a cluster of violently burning wicked fire! This fire seemed to have a life of its own, surging through his meridians into his limbs and bones in an instant, finally transforming into an unstoppable torrent that madly converged toward his lower abdomen—specifically, the crucial region of his lower body!

Boom!

Wang Hao only felt a buzzing in his brain, his eyes instantly becoming bloodshot. In just a single breath's time, his lower body took on an unprecedentedly towering posture, like an angry dragon raising its head!

"Fuck... Wei Zhongxian, that old dog... what the hell did he give me to drink?!" Wang Hao gritted his teeth, attempting to circulate his true qi to suppress this wicked fire. But he despairingly discovered that the medicinal power of the thousand-year tiger penis was extremely overbearing. It grew stronger when met with resistance; the more he used his true qi to suppress it, the more violently it rebounded!

Panting heavily, he stumbled to the front of the dragon bed and forcefully tore open the bright yellow bed curtains.

In the next second, Wang Hao's rationality completely snapped.

He saw that on the spacious dragon bed quietly lay two peerless beauties, washed spotlessly clean and draped only in a layer of semi-transparent thin gauze!

On the left was the Holy Maiden of the Ice and Snow Divine Palace, Shen Xue. Even in her unconscious state, her cold, fairy-like face still exuded an aloofness that kept people a thousand miles away. Her snow-white skin shimmered with a crystalline luster under the candlelight, like a flawless piece of ice-seed jade. That sacred and inviolable temperament had now become a poison that stimulated a man's desire to destroy.

On the right was the Holy Maiden of the Illusory Sea Immortal Sect, Yun Meng. She was born with natural charm, carrying a trace of innate seductiveness between her brows. Her incredibly voluptuous figure almost burst through the thin gauze, her long, straight jade legs crossed casually, and her red lips slightly parted, as if silently issuing a fatal invitation.

Two of the top Holy Maidens and proudest geniuses of the Divine Land's Great Wasteland were now like two exquisite gifts waiting to be unwrapped, placed defenselessly on the bed of a tyrant who had just drunk a thousand-year tiger penis soup.

"Wei Zhongxian... you really did a fucking... beautiful job..."

Wang Hao's last trace of desire to be a proper gentleman was completely thrown beyond the highest heavens the moment he saw the two figures on the bed clearly. That extremely scorching medicinal power had completely taken over his brain.

"Roar—!"

A low, beast-like hiss rolled from Wang Hao's throat. With bloodshot eyes, he transformed into a starving wolf that had been hungry for a long time. He tore off his bothersome inner robe and, like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, heavily pressed down onto the dragon bed...

The spring night was bitterly short, the sun rose high, and the dragon bed swayed until dawn.