Deputy General Chen Song had been trying his best to help the two of them.
Instead, he had directly driven their relationship to the breaking point.
In an instant, countless emotions surged through Wen He’s heart, turbulent and overwhelming.
She turned around and looked at Pei Wugou.
She said nothing.
But her eyes spoke for her.
They conveyed only a few words: disappointment, even despair.
And then…
Wen He turned and ran!
Stimulated by this, Pei Wugou struggled to sit up. But the pain coursing through his body sent him tumbling straight off the bed. Still unwilling to give up, he stretched out his hand, fingers spread wide, and stared at Wen He’s back with bloodshot eyes.
“Wen—”
“He—”
Deputy General Chen Song crouched down and folded his outstretched fingers together.
“Marquis, the greater good must come first!”
“You son of a—”
Pei Wugou’s head lolled to the side, and he fainted from sheer rage.
Deputy General Chen Song carefully examined him and confirmed that he had indeed passed out again.
And now that Wen He had run away, he still couldn’t stand. Could it be that he truly was unable to stand anymore?
Chen Song felt a surge of excitement.
But he still managed to restrain himself.
“This man is simply too abnormal. When dealing with someone like him, I have to be careful—very, very careful.”
Deputy General Chen Song did not act rashly.
Handing Zhenjiang City over to General Wang might appear urgent, but no matter how urgent it was, it could wait a little longer. Giving him several hours, or even a few days, would not be a problem.
So…
Deputy General Chen Song decided to conduct another test.
He rose and strode out. After issuing an order, it was not long before Wen He, who had fled, was captured and brought back.
Chen Song merely gave Wen He a cold glance before saying, “Fine. Since you refuse, Madam Marquis, then take her to the prison.”
“Men, send her to the dungeon.”
“Keep a close watch on her and report to me at all times. Do not let her escape.”
The personal guards immediately escorted Wen He to the prison.
Deputy General Chen Song returned to the tent.
Looking at Pei Wugou lying on the floor, he once again drew back his arm and swung it with all his strength.
Smack!
The blow landed on the left side of Pei Wugou’s face, adding another handprint to the one already there. But Pei Wugou did not wake up!
“Huh?”
Smack!
Another slap.
This time, another handprint appeared atop the one on the right side of Pei Wugou’s face. Yet Pei Wugou still did not wake up.
“Did he faint himself to death?”
“You can’t be useless like this.”
Chen Song raised his foot and kicked him hard.
With one solid kick, he sent Pei Wugou skidding from the floor to the edge of the bed, making it abundantly clear through direct action that all his earlier crawling had been for nothing.
The kick was obviously quite effective.
Pei Wugou opened his eyes again.
He even coughed a few times in the process.
“Cough, cough, cough…”
“Marquis, Marquis, are you all right?” Deputy General Chen Song hurried over, his face full of concern. “You—you’re not seriously hurt, are you?”
“Someone kicked me!”
“Marquis, that was just an illusion, an illusion…” Deputy General Chen Song said without the slightest change in expression. “It was all in your imagination. In reality, there’s a major problem.”
“Miss Wen He has been captured by the soldiers!”
“What?”
This time, Pei Wugou really leaped to his feet.
Deputy General Chen Song was left completely dumbfounded. He thought to himself that it was fortunate he had not acted rashly earlier. Otherwise, if Pei Wugou flew into a rage and started killing people, his martial skills would never have been enough to withstand him.
“The soldiers still hate Miss Wen He. Although you took the beating in her place, the troops still hate her and wish they could kill her. And now…”
“Miss Wen He has already been dragged away.”
“Marquis, you know what these soldiers are like. And Miss Wen He is a rare beauty. I’m afraid, I’m afraid…”
Pei Wugou spat out a mouthful of blood.
“What?”
“Quick! Bring me my spear! I’m going to slaughter every one of those soldiers!”
Pei Wugou was truly courageous. He immediately tried to seize his spear and rush to Wen He’s rescue. Unfortunately, it was merely a brief return of strength before the end. After taking only two steps, he collapsed heavily to the ground with a thud.
He struggled to get back up, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not stand.
Seeing this, Deputy General Chen Song was finally certain.
He had been beaten into uselessness!
Wonderful!
He pretended to support Pei Wugou, saying, “Marquis, you can’t collapse now. Miss Wen He is still waiting for you to rescue her.”
“I, I, I, I…” At that moment, Pei Wugou subconsciously began imitating Shadow’s manner of speaking, stammering for a long time without managing to get a complete word out. He was clearly frantic with anxiety.
“I—I really can’t do it.”
“Chen Song, you—you go help Wen He.”
“Go, hurry!”
Chen Song nodded.
Excellent. Pei Wugou really could not stand anymore. Now he could go summon people!
He said, “Rest assured, Marquis. You can lie down and recover.”
“I’ll take care of the army camp—and Miss Wen He.”
Chen Song turned and walked away.
This time, with Pei Wugou still conscious, he did not even bother paying him any further attention. He went straight to the entrance of the tent and waved over two personal guards.
He ordered, “Guard the man inside.”
“Remember, no one is allowed to visit him.”
“At the same time, if he manages to stand up and crawl back onto the bed, report it to me immediately.”
The two personal guards promptly agreed.
They could not resist grumbling a couple of remarks.
“General, why bother caring whether Ah Wu lives or dies?”
“Exactly, General. If he dies, then he dies. Why would we need to report it if he crawls back onto the bed?”
Chen Song smiled, then immediately put on a solemn expression.
“This concerns vital military intelligence. We must not lower our guard.”
“Remember, no matter what happens, stay here and keep watch!”
“Yes!”
Chen Song headed toward the central command tent and barged straight inside. The moment he saw Shadow, he drew his sword and pointed the tip at Shadow’s throat.
“Do you want to live or die?”
Shadow had originally been nothing more than a lowly soldier who had joined the army to collect his pay. All his dreams revolved around staying alive. How could he possibly want to die?
Although he had no idea why Chen Song had suddenly done this, it did not matter to him. He hurriedly dropped to his knees.
“General Chen Song, I want to live.”
“Good. Then do as I say.”
“Now, come with me. In the identity of Marquis Jingyi Pei Wugou, issue a military order to the entire army. All soldiers are to gather on the drilling grounds.”
“Anyone who fails to appear will be executed!”
“Yes, yes, yes!”
Shadow went outside and issued the order to the personal guards. The entire army, which had only just settled down, instantly erupted into commotion once more.
After the third roll of the war drums, the entire army had assembled in neat ranks on the drilling grounds. The vast formation was imposing and magnificent.
Chen Song nodded and walked onto the main platform. He shoved Shadow aside, then took a signal flare from his robes and ignited it in full view of the assembled army.
A sharp report tore through the air, exploding across the heavens and earth!
The signal was sent out before the eyes of the entire army!
…

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."

+ Slow Paced + Main Character Thrives Together with His Disciples】 Transmigrated into a cultivation world, Chu Xingchen awakens a discipleship system that reveals the tags of his disciples! Starting from scratch, he builds the strongest sect. Disciple One: Li Yingling 【Gold Tag: Genius Cultivator】【Purple Tag: Extremely Lucky】【Blue Tag: Bewitchingly Beautiful】 Disciple Two: Li Hangtian 【Gold Tag: Reincarnated】【Purple Tag: Ruthless and Decisive】【Blue Tag: Loyal and Noble】 Disciple Three: ??? 【Orange Tag: Alluring Demoness】【???】【???】 Thus, in the cultivation world, an unremarkable little sect appears out of nowhere, but little do others know that each member of this sect is a powerhouse in their own right. The book is also known as: Cultivation? It's Exactly Like This!

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.”

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?”