The group of guerrilla generals who were searching for Ren Tianye suddenly grew excited.
The Madam isn't angry anymore? Hahaha, good, good. She finally understands the situation. That was no easy feat.
General Zhang, since the Madam is no longer angry, why haven't you come out to discuss these major matters with us? What are you waiting for?
Quickly, report this to General Zhang. This is a matter of great importance and cannot be delayed.
The maid's single sentence swept away the gloom from the faces of the guerrilla generals. A few of them even nodded secretly in approval.
Although the Madam usually acted out and caused scenes, this time she actually behaved reasonably. She didn't intentionally cause trouble and refuse to let go as she usually did whenever major military matters arose.
Inside the command tent, General Zhang stepped out quickly, clad in his armor.
the smile erupting on his face seemed no less radiant than those of the guerrilla generals. He asked in pleasant surprise, Is it true? Is the Madam really not angry anymore?
Yes, yes... General. The Madam is no longer angry. She even said she knows she was wrong and asks for you to... to go over for a moment.
Really?
General Zhang was so happy he could hardly close his mouth, as if he had just eaten a fruit of immortality. He didn't even notice anything unusual about the maid's stuttering.
He immediately said, Good, good, good. I’ll go right now.
Let's go, let's go!
This behavior was once again blocked by the guerrilla generals. They had finally managed to get him to come out just as they needed to discuss vital matters, and now he was going off for a tryst with his wife again?
Heaven only knew how long they would be occupied once they met.
The lives of eight hundred men were hanging in the balance. How could they allow him to keep delaying like this?
However, they simply couldn't stop General Zhang. They could only watch helplessly as he followed the maid toward the Madam's tent.
That joyful, almost skipping silhouette caused the hearts of the guerrilla generals, which had just warmed up, to turn cold again.
With General Zhang acting like this, was there even any point in discussing things with him?
Could it be that their only choice was to gamble on whether the Empress would show them mercy?
General Zhang didn't care about any of that.
At this moment, the joy in his heart was like boiling water. Not only was there a spring in his step, but he was also humming a little tune. His mood was more comfortable than it had ever been.
His wife was actually not angry anymore.
And...
She admitted she was wrong!
Had his heart finally managed to warm her heart of stone?
Had his years of meticulous care, his boundless doting, and his all-out protection finally allowed her to see his sincerity?
The more General Zhang thought about it, the more excited he became, and his pace quickened.
He directly overtook the maid and strode toward Su Jin's tent.
He didn't notice at all that the maids who usually guarded the perimeter of the tent were missing; his heart was entirely filled with the joy of seeing his wife.
While still outside the tent, he shouted loudly.
Madam, your husband is here!
As he lifted the tent flap, a flash of cold light lunged toward him.
The blade was swift and precise, driven by immense force.
Immersed in his wonderful joy, General Zhang had no time to react. With a sickening squelch, a blade was thrust directly into his chest.
The smile had not yet faded from his face when he slumped straight to the ground.
Phew!
Ren Tianye, who had struck the blow, let out a long sigh of relief.
Although he had already decided to rebel, at the moment of actually killing his superior with his own hands, even he couldn't help but feel a bit nervous.
Fortunately, the nervousness didn't affect his movements; instead, it heightened his excitement, making the strike even more precise.
The blade had pierced General Zhang's chest, instantly stripping him of his ability to resist, yet it wasn't immediately fatal—which was exactly what Ren Tianye wanted.
He immediately crouched down and asked coldly, Where is the military tally?
In General Zhang's eyes, he saw Ren Tianye's murderous face and, not far away, Su Jin's expression of agony.
He finally understood.
His wife wasn't "no longer angry" at all!
His wife hadn't "realized she was wrong" either.
Ren Tianye was the one behind everything!
This Ren Tianye, a descendant of the noble house of Duke Ren who had received the imperial family's grace for generations, did not think of repaying the sovereign. Instead, he intended to rebel!
And now, he even dared to covet the military tally!
This was treason! An outrage against gods and men!
Thus, using his last remaining strength, he roared, Su Jin, why... why did you lie to me?
How could you lie to me?
Do you... do you not love me anymore?
Ren Tianye pulled out the saber belonging to Adjutant Wang Ming and thrust it into General Zhang's left chest. His face grew colder, and his voice turned icy. Where did you hide the military tally?
Despite the two consecutive stabs, which were not fatal, they made General Zhang's face grow paler and his spirit weaker. However, this only caused a greater burst of fury from him.
Su Jin, speak! Why did you lie to me?
Do you... do you not love me anymore?
Or should I say, have you never loved me?
In your heart, has the most important person always been that coward Song Wan? You've never forgotten Song Wan, have you?
Being with me was just a last resort for you, wasn't it?
He has always been in your heart.
Even now, he's still in there, isn't he?
General Zhang hissed and roared, tears streaming down his face as he cried like a child.
I knew it. Although I had your body, I never truly had your heart.
The one you love has never been me. It's Song Wan... it's Song Wan...
All these years of love and time have been wasted, utterly wasted...
Ren Tianye was absolutely fed up!
If he hadn't failed to get the specific location of the military tally, he really would have liked to use his blade to rip General Zhang's mouth open.
Damn it, I've stabbed you twice and asked you where the tally is, and you haven't said a single word in response. All you care about is asking if this woman loves you?!
Love your sister!
What time do you think it is? All you know is love, love, love. Is there nothing else in your head but shit?
He was furious. He stood up, walked over, and yanked Su Jin toward them, coldly commanding, You ask him. Where is the military tally?
Su Jin's eyes were blurred with tears, her face full of pain.
Watching General Zhang suffer such agony while being powerless to help—especially since the situation was caused by her—made her heart suffer through an ordeal.
How could she possibly ask about the military tally for Ren Tianye?
However, the moment she met Ren Tianye's cold eyes, her body shivered. She had just experienced Ren Tianye's thunderous and ruthless methods.
He was not someone a weak woman like her could resist.
She could only grit her teeth and lean toward General Zhang.
With a face covered in tears, she said, Husband, please... please don't resist anymore. Just give the military tally to General Ren...
General Zhang found strength from somewhere unknown. Though his breath was as thin as silk, he suddenly roared again, You're actually speaking for an outsider?
How can you speak for an outsider!
Could it be that in your heart, my position is not only inferior to that coward Song Wan, but now even inferior to an outsider?
Jin'er, I love you to the bone! How... how could you treat me like this?
How could you treat me like this!
Ren Tianye's knuckles cracked as he clenched his fists. He really wanted to split General Zhang's head open right now to see exactly what was inside!
Can't you focus on the damn point?!
It's the military tally!
The tally!
The tally!
The command seal!
It wasn't about some goddamn romantic bullshit!
...
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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.”
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
