Sounds came from the hastily built embankment. It seemed the soldiers were shouting at the tops of their lungs, their cries of panic following one after another. Seeing that something was wrong, Wen He hurried up the path.
She had just reached the end of the path when she collided head-on with a soldier.
“Miss, why are you soaking wet?”
The soldier did not suspect a thing. His eyes merely went a little wide for a moment. After all, Wen He had been wearing a man’s clothes earlier, but now that she was drenched, her graceful curves were fully revealed. How could he not be startled—and stirred?
“Nothing,” Wen He replied. She had not noticed anything amiss and paid it no mind. The delight on her face had not faded in the slightest.
“I don’t know what happened. It seems there’s a leak or something. I’ll go down and take a look.”
“Go ahead, but be careful. The path is slippery.”
Wen He even reminded him gently.
The soldier agreed and headed down.
From beginning to end, he never suspected Wen He in the slightest.
For one thing, he still had no idea what had gone wrong.
For another, it was because of Wen He’s identity.
She had been brought here by General Chen Song’s personal guard, and General Chen Song had even sent someone to summon her personally. She was certainly no ordinary person.
What none of them had expected was that General Chen Song and their enemy had the same objective. While attempting to defend against Ren Tianye, someone under his command had dared to open a breach and let all the fish escape.
Thus, when they arrived at the scene, they were completely dumbfounded.
“The fish… our fish…”
“Our fish…”
The soldiers exploded into an uproar.
They had gone to great lengths to gather those fish. The soldiers of Iron Gate Pass had spent an enormous amount of effort corralling them.
Fresh fish spoiled easily, so they had planned to deal with them all at once. Today, however, the garrison commander had been delayed because he was receiving the army from Cloud Capital.
And now…
They were all gone?
The current was swift, and the fish were darting joyfully through the water.
How could they possibly plug the breach now?
How could they minimize their losses?
…
Iron Gate Pass, the government office.
The garrison commander stood respectfully to one side, but his eyes were filled with suspicion—deep, unmistakable suspicion.
“Is this fellow really Marquis Jingyi from Cloud Capital?”
“Why can’t he even speak properly?”
“And someone like this wants to order the people of Iron Gate Pass around? If something goes wrong, it’ll be my head that Cloud Capital chops off!”
The garrison commander’s heart pounded with unease. His suspicion of the marquis before him grew heavier, and his probing became increasingly obvious.
“Marquis, Ren Tianye’s forces are overwhelming. You’ll certainly have to remain in Zhenjiang City to direct the battle. When that happens, Iron Gate Pass will bear the brunt of the attack, and the pressure will be immense.”
“Your subordinate humbly asks the marquis to leave us a brilliant strategy.”
“So that you can lend Iron Gate Pass a helping hand!”
The moment those words were spoken, Shadow grew even more nervous.
Defend the pass?
No, he was only a common soldier, temporarily dragged in to impersonate Marquis Jingyi’s Shadow. What did he know about this sort of thing?
Besides, he still couldn’t speak properly. He had no idea how to reassure the garrison commander standing before him!
General Chen Song was also growing frantic beside him.
The garrison commander of Iron Gate Pass was clearly an astute and capable man. With a great battle imminent, having such a commander was a blessing for Cloud Capital.
But…
They had to win him over!
“Pei Wugou, damn you! If you hadn’t run off in such a ridiculous mess, you could’ve straightened this garrison commander out by now, couldn’t you?”
“What are we supposed to do now?”
Though General Chen Song was anxious, the matter still had to be resolved. He immediately gave Shadow a firm look. The meaning was perfectly clear.
“Put on an act!”
“Try your best to act the part!”
Shadow received the signal and did his best to summon his courage. Then he shouted loudly, “De, de, de, defending I, I, Iron, Iron Gate Pass is, is easy!”
“As, as long as you, you, you stay strong, it’ll, it’ll be fine.”
The garrison commander frowned. “What?”
“Stay strong?”
Shadow said, “Yes, yes, yes. Stay, stay, stay strong. Stay strong and it’ll be fine.”
The garrison commander was even more bewildered. What the hell kind of brilliant strategy was this?
Still unwilling to give up, he asked, “So all we have to do is stay strong?”
“Yes, yes, yes. Stay strong, stay strong…” After saying this, Shadow felt that his speech had suddenly become much smoother, so he hurriedly shouted out the rest in one breath.
But somehow, one of the words caught in his throat. By the time it came out, the meaning had changed somewhat.
“Strong stay strong stay strong stay strong stay strong stay strong…”
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
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.”
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
