Wu Xian watched the commotion around Shen Tang this time like he was following a TV drama.
But after gloating for less than two days, he discovered that the fire had spread to him—and the one who'd set it was his wife.
After parting ways with Shen Tang, Wu Xian hadn't returned straight to Tianhai. Instead, he'd led his troops on a detour to Yiru to take over Zhang He's political legacy. When news of Zhang He's death reached Yiru, the ambitious noble families there began stirring, secretly inciting the commoners to revolt. Many commoners fled at the first sign of trouble. From their experience in these chaotic times, they knew another war was about to break out in Yiru!
Besides the noble families, Zhang He's former subordinates who'd stayed behind were also itching for a fight. Under the banner of enthroning the young lord and avenging their former master, they gathered troops and prepared to become Yiru's new rulers. Wu Xian naturally wasn't about to give them the chance. He went over in force to stamp out the flames.
It took only a little over half a month to quell things on the surface.
And those undercurrents that couldn't be seen?
Wu Xian was simply waiting for the snake to emerge from its hole, so he could catch them all in one net.
Only after all that was done did he return in triumph with his elite forces and trusted retainers.
Tianhai hadn't changed much since he'd left. Wu Xian had just sat down and taken a sip of hot tea, and was about to summon the people who'd stayed behind to hear about what had happened during his absence, when a commotion reached his ears. As a Martial Gall Warrior, Wu Xian's hearing was naturally sharp. He quickly