It has been over a month since Jianying returned. During this month, Wu Yong and Zhou Yuji gradually accepted the authority of the Guanghan Commandery.
A bloodbath ensued in Guanghan. Wu Yong once again displayed his mind-controlling, insidious, and cunning strategies. With the help of Zhou Yuji, he struck such terror into the hearts of the Guanghan families that they trembled at his name.
The iron-fisted tactics of the two, accompanied by the fall of thousands of heads, brought Guanghan to complete silence.
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for conquering Guanghan Commandery!"
"Received thirty thousand Faith points! Received ten thousand Killing points!"
The highest power level in Guanghan was only at the fourth level of Xiantian. With so many Killing points, how many people had they killed!
Yang Hao looked at the over ten thousand Killing points and shook his head.
"Ding! System mission enters a new chapter - The Wu Kingdom's court is in turmoil, heroes rise across the land. Lord of Reincarnation, you should obey the will of heaven, go with the flow, and expand your territory."
"Ding! Main mission issued - Establish a nation within three years. Reward: Ancient Jiuzhou Cauldron, one top-tier cultivation technique, one Auspicious King Seal."
"Failure will result in the destruction of your soul!"
Yang Hao, who had been sleeping soundly in bed, was startled awake by the system's voice and sat up rigidly.
This is forcing me to take over!
However, Wu Hui Ling was also approaching its opening date.
"Someone!"
"Yes!"
A soldier entered and answered.
"Summon Wan Mizhai and Cheng Yaojin to my manor."
"Yes!"
The soldier took his orders and left.
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"We pay our respects to our lord."
The two arrived at the Prefect's manor shortly after.
"Rise,"
Yang Hao said.
"Wu Hui Ling will open soon. You two remember to preserve your strength as much as possible. Regarding certain matters, turn a blind eye."
"We will remember!"
The two clasped their fists.
"Pack your things and depart!"
Yang Hao said, then got up and left.
He had originally wanted to go, but ever since arriving in this different world, it had been constant fighting. He longed to explore, but alas, his low strength would only be a burden to Wan Mizhai.
Wan Mizhai and Cheng Yaojin took their orders and headed towards Wu Hui Ling.
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Wu Hui Ling is located in the Wuling Mountains, stretching for a thousand miles. More than a thousand years ago, it was a place of pilgrimage for many alchemists of the Wu Kingdom.
However, as time passed, the once glorious pavilions had long since vanished into smoke.
"Mr. Wan, are we almost at Wu Hui Ling?"
Cheng Yaojin asked, riding his big red horse.
"Indeed, not far now,"
Wan Mizhai stroked his beard.
"Once we cross the mountain ahead, we will be at the rendezvous point with Lord Jianying."
Wan Mizhai squinted at the mountain peak ahead.
Beyond this mountain, they would leave Yizhou territory.
As they walked through the mountain jungle, there were many traces of battle, bloody and strewn with broken bones.
"Just a small pill can attract so many people to willingly die. This world is truly marvelous!"
Cheng Yaojin muttered, drinking his wine.
"General Cheng, not everyone is as fortunate as us. With our lord, our cultivation is assured. But what about the beings of this world?"
"They can only press forward. Take one step back, and it is an abyss."
Wan Mizhai felt a sense of pity.
"Mr. Wan, you are also an alchemist. Can you refine the Shengyuan Pill?"
Cheng Yaojin asked.
"I do not have the formula at hand. If I did, I believe refining it would not be difficult. General Cheng, when we enter the tomb, if you find the formula for the Shengyuan Pill, be sure to seize it!"
Wan Mizhai said sternly to Cheng Yaojin.
"Mr. Wan, rest assured, Old Cheng will definitely bring it to you."
"Mr. Wan, have a drink?"
Cheng Yaojin offered his wine gourd.
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"How many have we taken care of?"
A Xiantian level eight expert, dressed in a red robe with three scars on his left eye, asked the person beside him as he plunged his sword into someone's throat.
Around them, blood flowed, and several corpses lay scattered, most of them at the third or fourth level of Xiantian.
"Big brother, this is the twentieth. They dare to go to Wu Hui Ling with such strength!"
The bare-shouldered man said, kicking a corpse at his feet.
"This mountain range is the only route south to Wu Hui Ling. Guard it well. Forget going to Wu Hui Ling, just here is enough for us brothers to make a fortune."
The red-robed man wiped his long sword.
At this moment, a figure was swiftly traversing the forest.
"Big brother, two people have arrived at the foot of the mountain."
The figure landed and spoke.
"Are they from the Sword Sect or the Yizhou Provincial Governor's office?"
The red-robed man asked coldly, sheathing his sword.
"No."
The man replied.
"Everyone, hide well. After we finish this job, we'll go to Wu Hui Ling!"
"Yes, big brother."
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Cheng Yaojin led his big red horse to Wan Mizhai and asked, "Mr. Wan, are we resting here for the night, or going up the mountain?"
Wan Mizhai looked up at the mountain and said softly, "Up the mountain. Someone is waiting to welcome us. We can't possibly waste their kind intentions, can we?"
"Hmph! Scum!"
Cheng Yaojin spat out a mouthful of wine.
The two leisurely ascended the mountain, the smell of blood thick in the air.
*Swish!*
A sword light suddenly flashed, grazing Cheng Yaojin's face.
"How dare you ambush your Grandpa Cheng here, you bastards!"
Cheng Yaojin gritted his teeth and cursed as the sword light passed.
A glance revealed that three people were ambushing them, with the strongest only at the eighth level of Xiantian.
The red-robed man's attack, in the past, would have certainly succeeded, but it was easily dodged by the burly man, who showed a hint of confusion in his eyes.
He couldn't discern their true strength for a moment.
However, in Yizhou, besides the provincial capital and the Sword Sect of Tuocang Mountain, who else could be such experts? A cold glint appeared in his eyes as he said, "Attack!"
*Whoosh, whoosh!*
Three figures suddenly lunged out.
"Oh, I'm giving you face, you bastards!"
Cheng Yaojin was enraged and charged at the three with his three-pronged halberd.
Suddenly, the red-robed man changed course and attacked Wan Mizhai. In his opinion, the old man's strength was low; he only sensed a trace of true energy from him.
"General Cheng, time is short. Resolve this quickly and do not delay our lord's important affairs!"
Wan Mizhai said, and with his right hand, he swung a palm towards the red-robed man.
"Ridiculous."
The red-robed man scoffed upon seeing the old man's seemingly gentle palm strike.
But suddenly, that seemingly gentle palm strike felt like a mountain falling from ten thousand feet, carrying a thousand pounds of weight, and directly shattered the sword in his hand.
*Crack!*
A palm strike landed fiercely on his face.
"Pfft!"
Is that my body?
His brain went blank for a moment. As he regained his senses, he saw his own body slowly collapsing!
*Boom!*
On the other side, Cheng Yaojin had also dealt with the two petty thieves in a flash.
"Bah, daring to intercept me."
"Ding! Received thirteen thousand Killing points!"
Yang Hao, who was handling administrative affairs in Shu Commandery, suddenly received a system notification.
He couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle, "Who dares to provoke Wan Mizhai and Cheng Yaojin? They are like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, overestimating their own abilities!"