2024-09-16 00:02:08He had his own affairs to handle, which the Lancasters could only dream of reaching his level.
With just a snap of his fingers, he could make their wildest wishes a reality.
If he so desired, the wealthiest families in the city could lose everything, their fortunes vanishing and businesses crumbling into bankruptcy.
But what good would it do to explain this to a woman as arrogant and narrow-minded as Mrs. Lancaster?
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Chapter 650
The ring of five thousand white-robed Wudang disciples tightened like a noose around the five hundred remaining Mount Tai warriors.General Han Feng sat tall in the saddle, sword drawn, his iron-gray hair matted with sweat. The last of his elite—Core Formation elders and hardened Foundation Establishment fighters—formed a tight knot around him, qi crackling like summer lightning. They were the best the Mount Tai sect had ever produced. But five thousand fresh Wudang disciples now surrounded them on every side. Han Feng’s face twisted with fury. He spurred his horse a single step forward and roared, voice carrying across the plain like rolling thunder. “How dare you gang up on us like common street thugs? Where is the chivalry of the warrior? Where is the honor of single combat you begged for?” Liu Piao walked forward alone from the Wudang lines, hands clasped behind his back, white robes untouched by the battle. A faint, almost regretful smile played on his lips. “General, we gav
Chapter 649
Ling Xue stood alone in the moonlit meadow, the White River whispering at her back like it was mocking her. A raw sound tore out of her throat—half scream, half sob. She spun once, blade raised, searching for an enemy that wasn’t there. Then the rage cracked open and something colder flooded in. Shame. Deep, bone-deep shame that tasted like iron and bile. She could ride south and die trying to take Qingshui by herself. Or she could walk north and face Liu Dai with the truth: her entire command had vanished like smoke. Ling Xue sheathed her sword with a sharp click. She chose north. She would tell Liu Dai exactly what had happened. And then she would beg him to let her lead the next army that burned that cursed city to the ground. Ten kilometers south, General Han Feng had already made his decision. No word had come from Ling Xue’s column. Not one scout, not one raven. The silence gnawed at him. He knew that woman—knew the hungry ambition in her eyes.If she reached Qingshui f
Chapter 648
Ling Xue spun in the white void, sword already drawn, the blade humming faintly in her grip.She had survived a dozen ambushes across the provinces: night raids, bandit poison attacks, and deadly traps in the mountain passes.She knew the scent of traps and ambushes the way other women knew silk. But this was different.This mist wasn’t natural. It pressed against her face like wet wool, thick enough to swallow the glow of the nearest lantern.She couldn’t see her own hand when she raised it. Couldn’t see the soldier whose shoulder brushed hers a heartbeat ago.Around her, the camp had become a slaughterhouse of sound. Steel clashed. Men screamed. Boots churned the damp grass. Every shout sounded two paces away, yet no one appeared.“Form on me!” she roared. Her voice died inside the fog, muffled and small. She lunged toward the nearest cry, blade slicing empty air. A body slammed into her from the side—armor against armor. She smelled sweat and fear and the sour tang of spilled wine.
Chapter 647
The imperial road south from Qingyang cut like a scar across the dry hills.Ten thousand soldiers marched in two tight columns, banners snapping in the wind, armor glinting under the hard morning sun. Dust rose in a long brown haze behind them.At the head of the left column rode General Han Feng, sixty years old and built like a fortress wall. Iron-gray hair, scarred jaw, eyes that had seen every kind of death.Behind him rode five thousand men—most of them Mount Tai sect disciples in plain black armor, their qi coiled tight and ready. They moved like one beast. Undefeated in living memory.Half a mile to the right, on the narrower ridge road, General Ling Xue led her own five thousand. She sat straight in the saddle, raven hair braided tight beneath her helmet, dark armor hugging a body that turned heads even in war.The Puyang Blade Clan crest gleamed on her shoulder. Her soldiers were sharper, richer, their blades oiled and deadly. They had grown up in the noble houses of the capi
Chapter 646
Zhao Liang’s mouth went dry. A cold fist closed around his stomach.If he rode back to Liu Dai without those five thousand soldiers, the governor would have his head on a pike before noon. No excuses. No mercy. Liu Dai didn’t forgive failure.One choice remained.Qingshui was only an hour or two to the south. Perhaps his men had pressed on without him. Perhaps they were already fighting in the streets, buying him precious time. He could still salvage something—anything.Better than walking back to die.So General Zhao Liang, commander of five thousand, did the unthinkable.He walked.Alone.On foot.Full battle armor clanking with every miserable step, sword slapping his thigh, helmet tucked under one arm like some disgraced foot soldier.Sweat carved tracks down his dust-caked face. Shame burned hotter than the rising sun. A general without an army. A general without a horse.He kept his jaw locked and his eyes fixed on the southern hills, telling himself the same lie with every stri
Chapter 645
Far to the north, in the smoke-choked ruins of Qingyang City, Governor Liu Dai stood on the steps of the captured fortress and watched the flames devour the last of Qiao Mao’s banners.Liu Dai’s chest swelled with raw satisfaction. He had waited years for this moment.“Qiao Mao… this is what you get for ignoring my orders. I spoke to you with courtesy, but you chose to spit in my face. Now, I’ll burn you and every last member of your family.”“Open the granaries,” he ordered, voice booming across the courtyard. “Distribute the grain. Feast tonight. Then send columns to every city still loyal to that fool. Take everything of value—gold, weapons, women, horses. Let them remember what it costs to refuse Liu Dai.”His soldiers roared their approval. Smoke stung the air, thick with the scent of charred wood and victory.Liu Dai allowed himself a slow smile as the first barrels of wine were rolled out and the looting parties galloped away.The next morning he sat in the mansion that had onc
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