As if worried that Su Jin wouldn't believe him, Song Wan immediately waved his large hand and shouted, "All troops, heed my command!"
"From today onward, Jin'er is the supreme commander of the three armies."
"From now on, her orders far supersede mine!"
"If anyone dares to disobey her commands in the slightest, I will execute them without pardon!"
Song Wan's army had always been well-trained, but as soon as these words were spoken, everyone was dumbfounded. Soon after, an uproar swept through the military camp.
"We're supposed to take orders from a woman?"
"Can this woman even command properly?"
"Wait, aren't we supposed to follow General Song Wan to attack the Northern Frontier and earn military merits? What does following a woman mean?"
"General Song Wan was never like this before. Has he lost his mind today?"
"If we just blindly follow General Song Wan's orders like this, our army will fall apart!"
...
The soldiers' discussions were not loud, and Song Wan didn't hear them. Besides, his entire attention was focused on Su Jin, leaving him no mind to listen anyway.
He only stared intently into Su Jin's eyes, hoping that Jin'er would give a gentle nod.
However, Su Jin shook her head.
"Song Wan, my heart is dead. From now on, I will no longer seek love, nor will I ever marry again."
"You and I..."
"We had fate but no destiny in the past, and we have fate but no destiny now!"
Before she could even finish speaking, Wang Ming, who was standing nearby, almost kicked her.
Seriously, Su Jin had been performing quite well lately. She handled the clerical duties in the General's Manor in perfect order, and even dealt with the affairs of the Su Residence calmly and wisely.
Although the Su Residence ultimately had problems, it really had nothing to do with her.
So why...
As soon as it comes to her own matters, her brain becomes muddled?
That is an army of sixty thousand men!
What's so hard about nodding her head?
If Song Wan wasn't standing not far away, and out of fear that Song Wan might go mad, he really wanted to slap her across the face.
But what Wang Ming expected even less was Song Wan's reaction.
The light in his eyes vanished into thin air in an instant.
His already handsome and delicate face grew increasingly pale and bloodless, as if all the vitality in his body had been completely drained away by Su Xiu's words.
Leaving behind only a walking corpse of a shell.
"Do I... really have no chance at all?!"
He muttered to himself, swaying as if about to collapse!
Wang Ming was almost driven mad with anger!
He increasingly felt that there was definitely something mentally wrong with this Song Wan.
Seriously wrong!
If it were the Great General here in this kind of situation, he would definitely just take her without hesitation and talk later. As long as love grew over time, why fear that a mere little woman wouldn't be loyal?
Marital harmony and a sweet relationship—these could just be slowly cultivated later.
What was so difficult about that?
Even someone as timid as him knew that you had to be patient and slowly wear her down: first find a matchmaker, then send betrothal gifts, find some people to smooth things over, and there would be a high probability of success.
But this Song Wan, just because of a single word of rejection from Su Jin, acted as if the sky had fallen.
What the hell kind of big deal is this?!
Are you truly blind? Can't you see that Su Jin's emotional state isn't right at the moment? Wait a few days and try again, the situation would definitely be different!
Besides...
You have an army of sixty thousand men!
And they are all battle-hardened soldiers!
Even the Great General currently doesn't have that many men under his command!
If you presented this army of sixty thousand, you would be a great hero!
It's just marrying a Su Jin. The Great General could personally act as your matchmaker!
He could personally escort you into the bridal chamber, allowing you to revel every night!
Why put on the look of a dead man?!
And now, the dead-looking Song Wan spoke again, "Jin'er, do I really have no chance left?"
This appearance made Su Jin unable to bear it.
But she still shook her head firmly. "Song Wan, in this life, I am destined to have no chance with you anymore."
"Give up!"
At this moment, it seemed as if the world was collapsing before Song Wan's eyes.
The entire sky lost its color.
All his thoughts and desires over so many years became fleeting clouds and illusory bubbles in this instant. The seed of hope in his heart had already taken root and sprouted, but now it withered completely.
Perhaps this was his mortal realm.
Flowers blooming in an instant, snow scattering in a fleeting moment.
He could grip every killing blade, but could never retain that single tear of true sincerity.
Therefore, he mustered his last remaining courage and said to Su Jin, "Jin'er, I know I have no more hope in this life, but my only request is that you call me 'husband' just once."
"Can you call me husband?"
"I will give you my life!"
Song Wan's words were almost begging. Su Jin's heart was also boiling with torment, unable to bear it, but she knew deeply that everything now was the peace following a vigorous storm.
Being able to work as a clerk for the Great General and steadily pursue her own modest fame and fortune was the only peace she sought in this life.
If she called out this word 'husband'.
How would the Great General view her?
How would others view her?
Her hard-won turning over of a new leaf, her painful reflections after nights of shedding tears, would all turn into a pile of yellow earth, blown away by the wind and scattered across the world.
Just as she was about to refuse.
Wang Ming, off to the side, could endure it no longer.
Just fucking say it!
It's just calling him husband once, you won't lose a piece of flesh.
What are you dawdling for?
Can't you see that the two armies are currently in a standoff? With one careless move, Song Wan's massive army will charge over to slaughter us!
How can our small number of men resist that?
How great would it be to just call him husband and make him get lost!
Forget it, forget it!
If Su Jin wouldn't say it, he would.
So, Wang Ming pinched his throat and shouted loudly.
"Husband!"
The voice drifted over leisurely through the rolling dust. As Su Jin turned her head to look in astonishment, a smile as pure as a child's had already appeared on Song Wan's face.
Just like in the past, without the slightest change.
"Jin'er, you are finally willing to call me husband."
"I said it before, if you call me husband, I'll give you my life!"
Immediately after, Song Wan drew the saber at his waist and slit his throat with a single slash!
Blood sprayed out like a fountain. The deep smile on Song Wan's face gradually froze. He seemed to realize that this was not Jin'er's voice... He looked toward Su Jin's direction in disbelief.
But as more and more blood flowed, his consciousness grew increasingly hazy.
Song Wan's eyes widened.
"Urgh!"
"Urgh!"
"Urgh!"
...
He struggled, wanting to say something from his mouth, but his fading life gave him no further chance. Soon, with a heavy thud, he collapsed to the ground!
In the distance, Wang Ming's eyes widened.
The shock on his face was now tinged with a look of terror.
Wait...
This, this, this is fucking different from what I imagined!
How, how did it turn out like this?
Su Jin was also absolutely horrified.
She helplessly watched Song Wan run toward her full of joy, and then helplessly watched him fall into a pool of blood, never to breathe again!
How could this happen?
The massive army behind Song Wan completely fell into chaos at this moment.
Everything was clearly fine just a moment ago. Even though their Great General was suddenly acting a bit abnormal, he was still their Great General, and all of a sudden...
He was gone?!
Just gone like that?
His personal guards found every possible way to protect him daily, remaining highly vigilant every night, terrified that someone might harm a single hair on the Great General's head, and now...
He committed suicide?
Wait, Song Wan committed suicide, what were they supposed to do now?!
...
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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.”
