Who Doesn't Know I'm the General's Right-Hand Man

Less than a hundred miles from the outpost of the Dragonkin Sixth Expeditionary Force in the Great Wilderness lay the newly established capital of the Artifact Kingdom—Grand Myriad Immortal City.

To be honest, this capital didn’t have much in it.

Aside from a few banners planted to mark the territory as occupied by the Artifact Kingdom, there was nothing else.

After all, artifacts had no need for food, drink, or bodily functions, so they didn’t require any buildings.

In the previous simulation, the Myriad Soul Banner had been the king of the mortal artifacts.

This time, among the Myriad Soul Banner’s subjects, Dragonkin artifacts far outnumbered mortal ones.

So, the Myriad Soul Banner adapted to local customs.

Since the Dragonkin artifacts despised the Dragonfolk,

the Myriad Soul Banner deliberately chose the capital’s location right across from the Dragonkin camp, leading a group of artifacts to provoke them daily with taunts and challenges.

Whenever the Myriad Soul Banner was busy, it would have the eunuch-in-chief, the Alchemy Cauldron, handle the task.

Now that the demon clans were allies, the Alchemy Cauldron had far fewer opportunities to earn merits.

Though unhappy about being appointed eunuch-in-chief, he was more than willing to lead the artifacts in hurling insults at the Dragonkin army.

That kid had a real talent for swearing—from dawn to dusk, his barbs never repeated.

What’s more, his delivery was rhythmic and theatrical, almost like an opera.

Quite a few Dragonkin were left fuming, their eyes and mouths twisted in rage.

The Three Heavenly Venerables declared such childish baiting tactics beneath them—having fought countless battles, they wouldn’t fall for it.

Thus, they strictly ordered the entire outpost to turn a deaf ear and ignore the Myriad Soul Banner and its ilk.

Many of the otherworldly war beasts brought by the Dragonkin had now defected to the Artifact Kingdom.

These beasts were simple-minded but knew who their enemies were.

Seeing the boldness of their artifact brethren, they instantly admired and switched sides, completing the full conversion.

You captured a few lone Dragonkin nearby, and after some persuasion, discovered they had no idea what the Three Heavenly Venerables were planning.

But the Dragonkin soldiers all knew that the Three Heavenly Venerables were amassing a counterstrike force.

You realized that only the Three Heavenly Venerables—or perhaps high-ranking Dragonkin officers—knew the details.

“Old Wan, head back to your Artifact Kingdom,” you said.

The Myriad Soul Banner was startled.

“I’m free?”

“When were you ever not free?”

“Right, right, whatever you say.”

“I’m going to infiltrate the Dragonkin base and find out what they’re up to. You bring some artifacts over occasionally to stir up trouble, so I can rack up some military merits.”

“Hahaha! Infiltrating the Dragonkin, using their own artifacts to earn merits against them? Buddy, when it comes to cunning, you’re always the best at this!”

The Myriad Soul Banner’s banner surface raised a thumbs-up.

Infiltration through disguise was something you’d mastered long ago.

You crouched near the Dragonkin camp, carefully selected a patrol guard you dubbed “Lucky Dragonkin,” and killed him.

Then—

Using the Dragonkin talent “Cataclysm of All Races” combined with “Asian Black Magic,” you altered your appearance to closely match his, making it hard to tell you apart.

With “Playing Possum,” you adjusted your aura and cultivation level to match that ordinary soldier’s.

You called the Myriad Soul Banner from a hundred miles away—where he reigned as king—over to “enlighten” the little Dragonkin, extracting all his memories and the dos and don’ts of blending in.

Thus, you replaced this Dragonkin named “Aibobo” and became a soldier of the Fourth Patrol Battalion, Sixth Dragonkin Expeditionary Force.

During your undercover time, you received three pieces of grim news:

Shangguanyingtai, Dongfangshuo, and Xiaoyunlei—the three Martial Saints closest to the Martial God realm in the mortal world—had all met with misfortune while attempting to break through.

Shangguanyingtai, impatient for advancement, suffered a fatal heart seizure during seclusion and died—only discovered months later.

Xiaoyunlei also rushed his breakthrough, causing errors in his cultivation technique. He went berserk, losing all reason and slaughtering anyone in sight.

Incredibly, while out of control, he genuinely attained the power of a Martial God.

To stop Xiaoyunlei from massacring innocents, Dongfangshuo fought him to mutual destruction.

Thus, the leaders of the Three Sacred Grounds perished one after another within a single year.

Each Sacred Ground was forced to organize a ceremony for a new supreme overseer.

At Carefree Sacred Ground, the new supreme overseer was Long Yang; Wu Yue was promoted to one of the overseers.

Long Yang repeatedly emphasized that you were the most suitable candidate for supreme overseer, but since no one knew what you were doing, he could only temporarily handle Carefree Sacred Ground’s affairs on your behalf.

“Something’s not right…”

You sensed a whiff of conspiracy.

It was true the three supreme overseers had been desperate to break through—they understood the importance of the Seven Radiance Immortal Formation and knew their lifespans couldn’t withstand further delay.

Though they weren’t yet short on years, once their bodies entered decline, breakthrough would become impossible.

Sure, impatient cultivation could lead to accidents.

But two going wrong, and the third being taken out in the process—

Was that too much of a coincidence?

“Is that unseen hand at work again…”

The enigmatic Blood Moon organization…

The mysterious figures who helped the Dragonkin army carve an opening…

The unknown entity that secretly persecuted the Great Dao Artifacts in earlier simulations…

And now, the three supreme overseers meeting their ends one after another…

You felt that behind all these puzzles, the same dark force was pulling the strings.

What was it after?

To destroy the mortal world using the Dragonkin?

For what purpose?

What benefit would the loss of the mortal world bring it?

Year eighty, age ninety-nine.

You swapped out “Vitality of Ten Thousand Races” for “Lucky in Old Age.”

You began your rise through the Dragonkin army’s ranks.

You had no choice—staying as a low-level infiltrator wouldn’t reveal the Dragonkin Expeditionary Force’s plan.

With the Myriad Soul Banner feeding you battle merits from outside, your promotions came thick and fast.

From patrol soldier to senior soldier,

from senior soldier to squad leader, general guard, camp commander, and colonel.

You had enough merits to rise further, but your disguised cultivation level—only the Fourth Realm—became a bottleneck.

A female general named “Zuo Zuo Lu,” impressed by your outstanding performance over the past two years, often kept you by her side.

By now, every Dragonkin soldier knew you were General Zuo Zuo Lu’s right-hand man, and those below you all treated you with the utmost respect.

Occasionally, you even got to enter the command tent, listening to the generals discuss matters with Earthly Venerables and Heavenly Venerables.

The Dragonkin were raising something.

That was the conclusion you drew from eavesdropping on their meetings.

In daily life, you indeed saw the Heavenly Venerables issuing hunting orders, requiring soldiers to capture live prey—whether ordinary animals or scattered Great Wilderness demon beasts.

You’d thought it was for provisions.

Now, it was clear—it was all food for some creature.