Great Yang Kingdom

The bright moon hung high in the sky, dotted with countless stars. The world was vast and profound. Not far from the military camp, at the foot of a barren hillside, Yue Qianchou gazed at the sixty-odd men lined up neatly before him for a long time, wondering how many of them would ultimately survive. But where there is struggle, there is sacrifice; this was inevitable.

Hidden behind Yue Qianchou, Furong cautiously peeked out, curiously observing the group. From the fact that they had flown so close to the ground at great speed without any apparent aid, she could tell that these people were all experts at the early Tribulation stage realm. What intrigued her most was that these experts seemed to treat Yue Qianchou with great respect.

Yue Qianchou released Furong's hand, walked up to Gu Qingyun, and said with a smile, "I have always admired you, so I gave you a chance. I hope I haven't misjudged you."

Gu Qingyun bowed slightly but said nothing. Yue Qianchou punched him in the chest and sighed, "Work hard, strive, and one day you'll find that the opportunities I've given you are far greater than those from Fu Xian Island." He then waved to the crowd and said, "Let's go!"

He turned and walked back, pulling Furong along as they headed up the hillside. Hong Qi called out from behind, "Master!" and ran over, seemingly wanting to say something. Yue Qianchou, without turning his head, said, "I've already told you everything I needed to say. You're not a child anymore; go and make your own way!"

Zhang Peng stepped in front of him, blocking his way, and said, "Senior brother, please go back!" Although he was older than Hong Qi, he had become a disciple later, so he still had to call him senior brother.

Hong Qi reluctantly stopped, turned around and exchanged a glance with Gu Qingyun, nodded, and each waved and whispered, "Go!" The group split into two groups and flew quickly along the ground in two different directions. Because there were Cultivation World stationed in the border area, they dared not fly too high.

On the hillside under the moonlight, the three of them stood watching until everyone had disappeared into the night. Only then did Yue Qianchou sigh and say, "Let's go back, rest for the night, and set off tomorrow."

Despite being told it was a rest area, Yue Qianchou couldn't fall asleep. Shi Wenguang set aside a separate resting place for them, enclosed by a fence. Inside the fence, Yue Qianchou practiced his "bird-playing" exercises relentlessly, as if possessed.

He didn't rest, so Furong couldn't rest at all. She moved a small military stool to sit under the tent, rested her chin on her hands, and looked on curiously.

Zhang Peng had been guarding outside the tent, voluntarily protecting his master. He silently observed his master's every move. In his memory, his master had once melted his attack with a single finger. He had never seen anyone else achieve that skill, and it filled him with endless admiration. Therefore, he believed that what his master was practicing now was definitely not something simple, hence his careful observation.

Bathed in the silvery moonlight, Yue Qianchou practiced for a while inside the fence. He felt the inexplicable depression in his heart dissipate, and the world seemed empty. His mind was as still as water, with only images from the "Animal Play" flashing through his mind. His movements became increasingly fluid, and gradually, with each movement flowing like clouds and water, a rhythmic beauty emerged.

This was also the first time he had ever experienced such exhilarating pleasure from practicing 'Animal Fist'. With outstretched arms, he felt as if he were an eagle soaring through the sky, searching for prey. With bent fingers, he felt as if he were a mantis catching a cicada... the feeling was truly indescribable!

Sitting on the stool, Furong simply thought his movements were becoming more and more graceful. Zhang Peng's expression, however, gradually became serious, and a thoughtful glint appeared in his eyes, indicating that he seemed to have noticed something. Gradually, a hint of surprise crept in, and he stared intently, as if afraid of missing any detail.

As dawn broke and the sounds of warhorses neighing filled the air, Yue Qianchou finally snapped out of his reverie. He felt an immense sense of comfort throughout his body, and his mind was refreshed. Back in his tent, he removed his sweat-soaked clothes, activated a water-based technique, and a pool of clear water enveloped him as he washed...

The Great Central Empire, with a land area only a fraction of that of the Huaxia Empire, was one of the countries that had long been at war with the Huaxia Empire. The empire's capital was called Dayang City, which, although not comparable to the capital of China, was still quite prosperous, after all, it was the capital of a country.

On the bustling main street of the capital, there is an inn called "Guangying Inn." It's not considered a large inn in the entire Dayang City, but fortunately, its prices are reasonable and its business is quite prosperous. Today, several groups of guests who wanted to stay at the inn all left disappointed. There was no other reason than that someone had booked the entire inn.

The inn's backyard was spotless, vacant for a group of unexpected guests. These guests were none other than Yue Qianchou and his two companions. This inn appeared ordinary, but its background was far from simple; it was a long-term spy planted by Shi Wenguang.

The innkeeper, surnamed Sang, had already received the message from Shi Wenguang. He was surprised that the innkeeper had arrived so quietly just as they were preparing, which was quite unbelievable. However, he knew that some things were not his concern; he simply needed to cooperate with the newcomer.

After putting on the human skin masks, Yue Qianchou and the other two completely changed their appearances. Yue Qianchou himself had transformed into a handsome young man; it was truly a feat for Shi Wenguang to have managed to find a folding fan for him somewhere in the military camp. Furong fared Yue Qianchou worse. She was already quite thin, and with her deathly pale complexion, she looked as if she had been ill for a long time. Her appearance was also quite ordinary, completely obscuring her beauty.

In the backyard room, a large table held a box full of jade tablets. Yue Qianchou, fanning himself with a folding fan, looked quite narcissistic. After examining a jade tablet with his Divine Sense, he announced the name of a country. Furong, leaning over the table, used a pen to tick the corresponding country names on the leather scrolls.

"Biyuan Kingdom." After Yue Qianchou announced the name, he paused slightly, remembering that this was the country Ziyi had mentioned, and it seemed that Wen Lanfeng, the second-best expert in the world, was from this country. He took a closer look and then discovered that Wen Lanfeng was actually a member of the royal family. The royal family of the Biyuan Kingdom was surnamed Wen. So he quickly skimmed through the general information about the Wen royal family and silently memorized it.

When the report arrived at the 'Great Yang Kingdom', I looked at it again carefully. After all, I was now in the capital of the Great Yang Kingdom, and I should at least know a little about it. Furong had already found the checkmark and saw that Yue Qianchou was engrossed in reading it. She didn't disturb him and waited quietly, biting her pen.

"The royal family of the Great Yang Kingdom is surnamed Zhao..." Yue Qianchou muttered a few times, put down what he was holding, and took out the jade register again to report. After spending the entire morning, the two finally went through all the jade registers, and Yue Qianchou had also absorbed a lot of information.

After collecting and packing the jade tablets into a box, Yue Qianchou asked, "Let's see which countries are still unchecked?"

"Hmm!" Furong excitedly hugged the leather scroll and examined it. She easily found it and pointed to the two countries at the beginning of the scroll, saying, "The Huaxia Empire and the Tuan Empire."

Yue Qianchou leaned closer to take a look. The Huaxia Empire was ranked first, and the second place was none other than the Tuan Kingdom. This list of countries was originally arranged in order of land area, so the Tuan Empire was the largest country in terms of land area among the foreign countries. Yue Qianchou tapped the name of the Tuan Kingdom with his finger and chuckled coldly, "After searching for so long, it turns out to be you."

Furong turned to look at him, wondering why he wanted to find this Tuan Empire.

Just then, someone outside suddenly said, "It's almost noon. I wonder what our distinguished guests would like to eat? Please let me know so I can prepare in advance."

"Is this Boss Sang?" Yue Qianchou collected the leather scroll from the table, threw it into his Storage Bag, and went to open the door. He saw Zhang Peng blocking the doorway. Zhang Peng was a big guy, and his blockage completely blocked the door. When he saw his master come out, he quickly stepped aside.

Yue Qianchou lightly waved his folding fan, looking at the seemingly amiable middle-aged man before him. He appeared to be a businessman, but who would have guessed he was a spy? A scrutinizing glint appeared in Yue Qianchou's smiling eyes, a chilling glint occasionally flashing within them, exuding the aura of a superior, a sense of utter disregard for human life. Mortals truly meant nothing to him.

Boss Sang felt a chill run down his spine under his gaze, thinking to himself, "Goodness! I wonder who this person is. He looks like a seasoned killer, and the kind of person who holds power."

Despite being a small business owner in the city, he had witnessed the full spectrum of human nature and possessed an exceptional eye for people. He also knew this man was no ordinary person; otherwise, he wouldn't have received such a rapid-fire secret order, bearing the personal seal of the Great General.

"Sir!" Boss Sang smiled and bowed, then quickly glanced at Zhang Peng. Judging from his strong physique, the calluses on his hands, and the look in his eyes that seemed to have seen it all, this man was probably a former soldier.

"As for the food, just make whatever you like." Yue Qianchou smiled faintly, closed his folding fan, pointed to the courtyard, and said, "Just put it here. I'll have a few drinks with Boss Sang and ask him a few questions."

"No, no, please ask me anything, sir," Boss Sang said respectfully with a smile.

"Hmph!" Zhang Peng sneered from the side, "Just do as the master tells you, why are you talking so much nonsense?"

"Zhang Peng, don't be rude," Yue Qianchou reprimanded. Zhang Peng slightly clasped his hands and remained silent, but his eyes were still fixed on Boss Sang. Boss Sang immediately nodded and said, "Alright, as you say, sir. I'll go prepare right away." After saying that, he turned and walked away quickly.

Yue Qianchou watched him leave, and was about to turn and go back inside when he suddenly heard a quarrel outside, followed by the sound of things being smashed, and the voice of Boss Sang trying to persuade him. He stopped and frowned. Zhang Peng bowed and said, "Sir, I'll go take a look." Before coming, they had already discussed it, and the master had changed his address to sir.

He didn't need to look; a dozen burly, knife-wielding black-clad servants had already stormed through the arched courtyard gate. From the crowd emerged a handsome young man in pristine white robes, waving a white folding fan. Yue Qianchou and the young man exchanged a glance, both slightly startled, and subconsciously glanced at their own fans...

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