Chapter 17 Gambling with Fate

That evening, Wan Hongxin and Wan Zhentian scurried back and forth, contacting many vassal families loyal to the City Lord's lineage, requesting them to bring all their elites to help defend the city.

They also promised that after the rebellion was quelled, the resources of those families who joined the rebel forces would be distributed to their own vassal families based on their contributions.

Among the families contacted by the City Lord, some were utterly loyal or indebted to him, bringing their people to South City without hesitation.

Others hesitated, choosing to wait and see, wanting to take a side only after the situation became clearer.

Still others directly rejected the City Lord's request and took their people to join the Second Master's lineage.

After all, the Second Master's family was powerful, a fact that was plain for all to see.

They had to bet their families' fates in this war, so they had to be cautious.

Wan Zhentian and Wan Hongxin felt for the first time what it meant to be abandoned when the tree falls.

What's more, their tree hadn't even fallen yet, and people's hearts were already scattered like this.

Even if those families who were watching from the sidelines joined them later, they wouldn't give them much resources.

After all, the families that joined the City Lord's lineage with a do-or-die attitude from the beginning would definitely receive more rewards than those who waited and watched.

Of course, all of this was predicated on the City Lord's family winning.

The sky was just beginning to turn light.

The General's Mansion.

Wan Hongxin and Wan Lei stood here, facing Qu Potian and his son.

"So, this day has finally come."

Qu Potian lowered his head and sighed, then raised it again.

No one knew whether he was talking about the day the Second Master finally rebelled, or the day Wan Lei faced his final Heavenly Tribulation.

"Brother Potian, our intention is for you to take Lei'er to that manor. Watch him undergo the Heavenly Tribulation, and then come back after he's done."

Wan Hongxin said.

This was a strategic retreat.

Qu Potian didn't look at Wan Hongxin, but at Wan Lei, and asked, "Do you have confidence?"

"I have absolute confidence."

Wan Lei was full of confidence.

"You little scoundrel, you're lying to me."

Qu Potian's eyes flashed like lightning as he stared at Wan Lei.

Since the history of Lei Feng Realm, no one had ever been able to survive the last wave of Heavenly Tribulation. What made Wan Lei dare to say he had absolute confidence?

"Alright, I only have fifty percent confidence."

Wan Lei nodded and said.

This fifty percent confidence came from the little yellow dog inside his hammer. The little yellow dog was the Origin Lightning, which was of a higher grade than Heavenly Tribulation Lightning.

Presumably, the Origin Lightning could suppress the Heavenly Tribulation Lightning.

If it weren't for the little yellow dog, Wan Lei wouldn't even have ten percent confidence and could only rely on himself to face the Heavenly Dao head-on.

"Fifty percent... that's not low. I will send you and Xiaohang there, and then I will come back to participate in the city defense.

I am the Great General of South City, and it is my duty to protect South City and suppress the rebellion.

If you survive the Heavenly Tribulation, then come back. After you come back, if we are all dead, take Xiaohang and fly away.

With your talent, you will surely soar in the future. Xiaohang is your brother, and with the favor I'm doing for you this time, I believe you won't mistreat him in the future."

If he couldn't survive, then everything would be over.

"Uncle..."

"No need to say more, I have made up my mind. Sitting and waiting for you to survive the Heavenly Tribulation and help Xiaohang, I can't do such a thing of accepting favors for nothing.

This time, I'll state my position first, and help you first. You must also help my son, survive the Heavenly Tribulation.

A transaction must have a beginning and an end. This time, I'll go first."

Qu Potian said.

"In that case, thank you, Brother Qu!"

Wan Hongxin clasped his hands solemnly.

"Someone!"

Qu Potian shouted loudly.

Immediately, a guard entered from outside the door.

"Order the closing of all city gates! Anyone who enters or exits without permission will be killed directly!

The twenty thousand soldiers of South City, activate all war machines and magical treasures, and climb the city walls to prepare for defense. If the rebels attack, our army will defend South City to the death!"

"Yes, sir!"

South City had a city-protecting grand formation. Even a small Foundation Establishment family like the Zhou family had a family-protecting formation, let alone the majestic Wan Clan's South City.

"Brother Hongxin, after I take Lei'er and the others away, you should activate the city-protecting grand formation. Hold on, and wait for me to come back."

"Alright, thank you, Brother Qu."

"You're welcome."

After finishing speaking, Qu Potian took Wan Lei and Qu Xiaohang and flew into the sky. After flying very high, they flew towards the south.

This was also to avoid being discovered by the enemy.

In the high sky, Wan Lei looked down and vaguely saw more than a dozen groups of people heading towards South City in a mighty manner from the surrounding areas.

Because they were flying too high, Wan Lei couldn't see clearly for a moment, but roughly calculated, some of these groups had one or two thousand people, and some had nearly ten thousand.

Added together, there were at least seventy to eighty thousand people.

On their side, counting the Wan Clan disciples, the academy disciples, the vassal families, and Qu Potian's twenty thousand troops, there were only about forty thousand, at most.

Maybe even less.

Thinking of this, Wan Lei felt even more worried, and eagerly wanted to quickly survive the Heavenly Tribulation and come back to help.

"Calm your mind and focus on surviving the Heavenly Tribulation. With us here, South City won't be so easily breached.

Even if I, a Core Formation expert, were to fight you with your current combat power, I wouldn't necessarily be able to win easily. If you can successfully form your core with the help of this Heavenly Tribulation, then the situation can be reversed instantly."

Qu Potian said sternly.

"Yes, Uncle."

Soon, they arrived at the manor.

Qu Potian was anxious about the war in South City, so after dropping them off, he immediately turned around and returned to South City.

At this time, Qu Xiaohang, who had always been a tool man, finally had a chance to speak.

"Hey, Lei-shao, do you really have confidence or not? At this time, just tell me the truth, stop hiding it."

It was no wonder Qu Xiaohang was anxious.

Whether Wan Lei could survive the Heavenly Tribulation was related to the life and death of him, Qu Xiaohang, the life and death of Wan Clan's South City, and even the life of his father, Qu Potian.

"I don't have confidence."

Wan Lei said directly.

"Ah?"

Qu Xiaohang's face instantly turned bitter. "Alas, is it possible that a hero of my generation is destined to end up in such a bleak state?"

"Look."

Wan Lei took out the Thunder God's Hammer and placed it on the stone table.

"...You're showing me a hammer? What the hell am I looking at? Death is imminent!

Alas, I'm so pitiful. I still have a great youth to enjoy, and I still have a lot of girls to pick up.

I've only been on three dates with Feng Silu. I was about to knock her up and then have my dad go make a betrothal gift, alas, it's all gone..."

"When... when did you two scoundrels get together?"

Wan Lei looked at Qu Xiaohang in disbelief. He really couldn't figure out how a woman of Feng Silu's caliber would take a fancy to Qu Xiaohang?