Great, We Don't Have to Rebel

This contracted "fish pond" was nothing but a chicken rib to Great Yin—tasteless to eat, yet a pity to throw away.

Now that Tang Luo wanted it, the Cheng Clan gave it over readily enough.

But they were far less willing to part with another "thing."

Tang Luo wanted money—or, more precisely, all kinds of supplies to build up the Land of Chaos.

That was a huge, vicious bite.

To be honest, Great Yin had no money. Truly no money. The national war against Great Gan cost money, and after Tang Luo led his army in a long drive forward, sending troops to resist him cost money too.

Sometimes, even winning a war did not necessarily make a profit. Losing one was even less worth mentioning.

At first, the Cheng Clan had intended to fob him off by claiming that the treasury was empty. But after only a few exchanges, Uncrying Death God Lin Daiyu came in and took a turn around the room.

She was not wearing her usual crying-face mask, nor was she dressed in her usual black armor and black cloak. Aside from the black cloak, she was dressed much like any ordinary young woman.

Paired with that face, she possessed something of a nation-toppling beauty.

One could not help but compare her with Diao Chan, the greatest beauty of the age.

Of course, none of them had ever seen Diao Chan. Even now, upon seeing Lin Daiyu, their hearts did not stir.

Instead, their hairs stood on end. This was the Uncrying Death God!

Though she wore a crying-face mask, she had never cried. The cries came from her Flower-Burying Palm and her enemies.

No sooner had Lin Daiyu left than Xue Baochai entered. She took on the duties of a maid, replacing everyone's tea and