Everyone was thoroughly startled.
Pei Wugou’s imposing, awe-inspiring appearance in particular instantly reminded the soldiers of the scene where he had single-handedly carved his way through the Cangbo Camp. Their backs were drenched in cold sweat.
Fortunately, that was all it was—a scare.
Seeing Pei Wugou sprawled on the ground like a dog that had eaten dirt put the soldiers at ease again.
“Good grief, I thought he could still fight!”
“Damn, he scared the hell out of me. I have to say, those two brothers who carried out the execution deserve major credit this time.”
“Their wrists are practically broken. I really feel for them. Let’s buy some good wound medicine and send it over.”
“I’ll do it. We’ll all chip in!”
“Sounds good!”
…
The soldiers shouted and bantered, but they were also waiting to see how Pei Wugou would react. When they saw him lying on the ground, struggling desperately to get up but unable to do so, their hearts finally settled completely.
By then, the men of the Cangbo Camp had already rushed out.
“Well, well, Marquis, weren’t you quite the fighter? Come on, then. The brothers of the Cangbo Camp are waiting for you.”
“Marquis, get up. Pick up your saber and let me see how you’re going to chop off my head.”
“Damn it, weren’t you supposed to be tough? Come on!”
…
Quite a number of Cangbo Camp soldiers had come along. After teasing and taunting him, they saw that Pei Wugou could only lie on the ground and groan. The fear in their hearts vanished completely, leaving behind nothing but boundless fury.
It could be said that no one in the entire army harbored more anger toward Pei Wugou than the men of the Cangbo Camp.
Now that they had the chance to kick him while he was down, they certainly weren’t about to let it go.
One man immediately cupped his fists toward Deputy General Chen Song and said, “General Chen Song, Pei Wugou has acted against all reason and treated our lives as worthless. If we simply hand him over to Lord Duke, that would be far too easy on him.”
“I say we can’t just let this go!”
“Doesn’t he have a woman? In my opinion, there’s no need to hand her over to Lord Duke’s Demon Suppression Bureau either. Why not just divide her among the brothers?”
The moment those words were spoken, everyone roared their approval.
Laughter rang out.
Pei Wugou, who had been crawling across the ground like a maggot, instantly turned scarlet-eyed.
“You—you dare?”
Then he abruptly spat out a mouthful of blood.
That only made the soldiers even happier.
They began calling out their names one after another.
“General Chen Song, I’m a clean freak. Put me first in line!”
“General Chen Song, I can go last. I like being last!”
“General Chen Song, I don’t want Wen He or anyone like that. Just give me Pei Wugou instead. He’s so fair and tender!”
…
Amid the uproarious laughter, Chen Song raised both hands and pressed down. Once the crowd quieted, he said, “I don’t know whether you’re joking or whether you mean it.”
“But the person we’re about to pledge our allegiance to is Lord Duke. That means Pei Wugou is already Lord Duke’s prisoner. The same goes for Wen He, so…”
“Brothers, don’t get carried away!”
“Take these two prisoners into custody and wait for General Wang to enter the city.”
Not one soldier objected. They immediately shouted their assent, and two men from the Cangbo Camp volunteered to escort Pei Wugou.
The moment they helped him to his feet, a lock of hair fell in front of Pei Wugou’s face. Almost instinctively, Pei Wugou gave it a slight blow, sending his hair fluttering in the air and displaying what he considered an utterly devastatingly handsome pose.
The two Cangbo Camp soldiers immediately flew into a rage.
Damn it, we’re still standing right here!
He was already in this state, and he was still trying to show off?
One of them casually grabbed the washbasin inside the tent and dumped its cold water over Pei Wugou’s head, turning him straight into a drowned rat.
Pei Wugou had already been in terrible shape after taking that beating. Now, after being drenched like this, he caught sight of himself in the bronze mirror at the side of the tent.
He almost wished he could die.
All his life, Pei Wugou had believed he had two fatal weaknesses.
One was Wen He.
The other was his peerless beauty.
But now, both of those weaknesses had been trampled mercilessly, leaving him wishing he were dead.
What Pei Wugou had not expected was that a third weakness would soon appear.
And that was…
Being thrown into a prisoner cart and running into Wen He, who had likewise been placed in a prisoner cart.
The moment the two saw each other from their separate carts, Pei Wugou’s first thought was: This is bad. I can’t let Little He see me looking so wretched!
That was what he thought, but Wen He had already cried out.
“Ah Wu, Ah Wu, is that you? Is that you?”
“No, no, it’s not me! It’s not me!”
“It is you! It is you! Ah Wu, how did you end up like this?”
Those words shattered Pei Wugou’s already-broken mental defenses into pieces.
Looking like this?!
How could he appear before anyone in this state?
And in front of Wen He, no less?
He would rather die than face Wen He like this!
He twisted his head desperately inside the prisoner cart. Even though the movement tugged at his wounds and sent pain stabbing through his bones, he did everything he could to avoid looking at Wen He.
Unfortunately, the men of the Cangbo Camp refused to give him that chance.
They grabbed his face and forced his most wretched appearance toward Wen He. Then one of them answered for her:
“How did he end up like this? You don’t know?”
That single remark piqued the interest of Deputy General Chen Song.
“Hahahaha! Miss Wen He, Pei Wugou ended up like this thanks to you. If you hadn’t let Song Shaoyi go out of misplaced compassion, how could Pei Wugou have taken the beating in your place?”
“If Pei Wugou hadn’t taken the beating for you, how could I have beaten him until he couldn’t stand?”
“If Pei Wugou hadn’t been beaten until he couldn’t stand, how could we have invited Lord Duke’s forces into the city?”
“Think about it carefully—the battle for Zhenjiang City, you’re a hero!”
“You’re the greatest hero of all!”
“Come on…” Chen Song called out to the entire army. “Everyone, shout it with me! Miss Wen He is the great hero!”
The soldiers were only too eager to stir up trouble, and they all began shouting.
“Wen He is the great hero!”
“Wen He is the great hero!”
“Wen He is the great hero!”
Their voices rang out loudly, echoing through the heavens.
Wen He’s face turned deathly pale.
“Me?”
“Was I the one who hurt Ah Wu?”
Deputy General Chen Song nodded with a smile.
“Miss Wen He, congratulations. You’ve finally managed to be clever for once!”
Chen Song was in such a good mood that all the grievances he had suffered over the past few days had finally been vented. He teased her without restraint, until a messenger arrived with a report.
“General, General Wang’s troops have arrived at the gates of Zhenjiang City!”
“Good!”
Chen Song’s spirits soared. He turned around and shouted to the entire army, “Brothers, General Wang is here! You’ve all been looking forward to his arrival for ages. At a time like this, aren’t you going to welcome him?”
Amid a thunderous response, the soldiers all rushed toward the city gates. Some even began racing each other, as though they were terrified that arriving a moment late would cost them their chance to pledge allegiance to Ren Tianye.
Before long, the city gates were packed with people. They left only a single passageway open to welcome the army into the city.
At the front rode Wang Ming on a tall horse, his face filled with smiles.
“So Zhenjiang City has fallen just like that again!”
“Ah, if only General Zhang Shi had been willing to come with us!”
…
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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?”
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uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
