Inside the camp walls of the Qingfeng Relay Station.
Listening to the report, Garrison Commander Wang Haichao furrowed his brows, his heart quickly filling with anger.
Guarding this place for Yunjing, he had originally thought it would be peaceful and safe.
After all, Wusheng Pass was known as the greatest fortress in the world, and Chen Xiong always carried an arrogant air of being invincible. He had felt that even if the imperial court dispatched an army of two hundred thousand, or even if Ren Tianye personally led the troops to attack, Wusheng Pass would be able to completely stall Ren Tianye.
It should have been very difficult for Ren Tianye's army to break through Wusheng Pass and reach his Qingfeng Relay Station.
But damn it...
It had only been a day or two since Ren Tianye's army reached Wusheng Pass, yet he had already received news of its fall. At that moment, he was so furious he wished he could dig Chen Xiong out of the ground, whip his corpse, and leave it exposed in the wilderness.
And right now, Ren Tianye's troops moved with divine speed.
To think that he would launch a cavalry assault when Wang Haichao completely didn't expect it. It was only because he had prepared defenses in advance and relentlessly fired the cannons that they managed to blast the enemy back.
Otherwise, his head would have already been taken by Ren Tianye's army.
However...
Right now, many soldiers had suffered heavy casualties, causing morale within the Qingfeng Relay Station to plummet.
"Commander, Ren Tianye's army is too fierce and unpredictable. The brothers just went out for a patrol and lost their lives. If this continues, we really won't be able to hold them off!"
"Commander, our Qingfeng Relay Station was originally just meant for passing military intelligence. We have no capacity for a sustained defense. With Ren Tianye's army attacking, we truly cannot withstand it!"
"Commander, Ren Tianye's army only attacked once, and the brothers suffered heavy casualties. The medical camp is almost full. This... this really won't do!"
...
The few men giving the report had all been struck by Wang Ming's iron cavalry. Though none had fatal wounds, they either had broken arms or faces covered in blood, looking extremely miserable.
Speaking so pitifully, they further deepened the sorrowful atmosphere in the camp.
This made Commander Wang Haichao even more irritable.
He quickly replied with impatience, "I know, I know. I know we can't hold off Ren Tianye's army. Aren't I already thinking of a solution?"
"We can't just surrender, can we?"
"My father-in-law's family is in the capital. If we surrender, wouldn't we implicate him!"
Wang Haichao wasn't just saying this casually.
He was truly trying to come up with a solution.
And the solutions he could think of were nothing more than two options.
The first was to receive orders from his superiors to retreat tonight.
But this was obviously impossible.
Ren Tianye's army was already outside the camp. If he retreated now, Ren Tianye's army would pursue them. Especially since the enemy had two thousand light cavalry, they would be nothing but sitting ducks. Aside from getting slaughtered, there would be no other outcome.
As for the second option, it was to request reinforcements.
Right now, Ren Tianye had arrived too quickly. He didn't even have time to send word to Huaian City, so he could only ask for help nearby.
And the closest place to ask for help was the nearest stronghold: Luoyan Crossing.
Coincidentally, the commander there, Liu Rui, was his brother-in-law.
With this personal relationship, as long as the distress letter arrived, he would definitely come to the rescue.
Having made up his mind, Wang Haichao did not delay. He immediately wrote a letter. When he called for a messenger to deliver it, he also grabbed a box of oranges. Commander Liu Rui loved oranges the most, and he happened to have some top-quality ones. Sending them along would earn him some extra goodwill.
"Ride as fast as you can. You must deliver this before dawn!"
"Yes, sir!"
Receiving the order, the messenger immediately took the box of oranges and the letter, mounted his horse, and galloped away.
Seeing the messenger disappear into the vast darkness of the night, Wang Haichao felt his heart settle slightly.
Luoyan Crossing wasn't far from here. As long as the letter was delivered, he believed Liu Rui would rush over immediately. Then he would have the strength to temporarily resist the enemy.
As he was thinking this, he turned his head slightly and saw the few wounded soldiers still there. He couldn't help but sigh and said, "You men, don't just stand there."
"If you're injured, hurry and get bandaged up."
"I'm afraid we're going to have another major battle coming up."
The wounded soldiers all voiced their agreement.
Just as they were about to leave, Wang Haichao suddenly thought of something and asked, "Are all the wounded currently in the medical camp?"
"Yes, Commander. They are all in the medical camp, being treated by the military doctors."
Wang Haichao nodded and said, "Then I must go see them personally. This time, if they hadn't blocked Ren Tianye's army and sent the signal in time, our Luoyan Crossing would probably have already fallen."
The wounded soldiers were instantly moved and voiced their gratitude.
One of the wounded soldiers added, "Commander, when I entered the tent, I saw Madam and the military doctors heading to the medical camp together. She has probably already gone to see the wounded soldiers on your behalf."
"What?" Wang Haichao was pleasantly surprised.
"It is exactly so!" A person walked in from outside the tent. It was Wang Haichao's deputy, who was also the postmaster of the Qingfeng Relay Station. He smiled broadly and said, "Madam has already gone to visit the wounded on your behalf. The wounded soldiers' spirits soared instantly. Thanks to Madam's efforts, our morale has already risen!"
Wang Haichao became even more excited.
He hadn't expected his wife to be so understanding of the bigger picture!
With a wife like this, why worry about not being able to hold off Ren Tianye?
He immediately said, "Let's go. I will go and take a look with you."
...

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?!

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

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."