Paying Homage to the Blue Silver King!!

But now.

Zhu Zhuqing's skin was fair and translucent, like a peeled egg, faintly glowing with a lustrous sheen.

Her already excellent figure was now even fuller and more rounded.

The youthful innocence between her brows had faded away.

It was replaced by the charm and allure of a mature woman.

Her complexion was flushed to the extreme.

It was the exquisite radiance only a woman truly nourished could possess.

Not only that.

As a support-type Spirit Master, Ning Rongrong possessed extremely keen perception.

She clearly sensed it.

The spirit power fluctuations emanating from Zhu Zhuqing seemed far more formidable than before.

That restrained yet profound aura was definitely not a level that could be reached through normal cultivation in such a short time.

This leap in strength left Ning Rongrong deeply shaken.

Was this still the Zhu Zhuqing she knew?

She had become more beautiful, her temperament had changed, and her strength had advanced by leaps and bounds.

Could becoming Tang Yu's woman really bring such immense benefits?

Ning Rongrong swallowed hard.

Recalling her father's ecstatic expression, she finally gained some understanding.

It seemed that this time, she had truly stumbled upon a massive windfall by accident.

Her original grievances vanished into thin air.

Replacing them was an intense anticipation for her future life.

Several days later.

At the border of the Northwest Three Provinces.

The sky was filled with yellow sand dancing in the sweeping gale.

A dull, thunderous sound of hooves rolled in from the edge of the horizon.

Tang Yu led the Black Horse Iron Cavalry and tens of thousands of accompanying troops.

They arrived in a mighty, sweeping force at this fiefdom that now belonged to him.

The army moved at an incredible speed, their orderly formation resembling a black torrent of steel.

Wherever they passed, they exuded a chilling, murderous aura.

It was an invincible military might tempered only by surviving mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Ahead lay the main city of the Northwest Three Provinces.

The towering city walls stood majestically, and the gates had long been thrown wide open.

When the army was still several miles from the gates.

Earth-shattering cheers drifted over from afar.

On both sides of the city gates and along the wide main thoroughfare.

Countless commoners had already swarmed in.

It was a sea of people, stretching as far as the eye could see.

The people here had heard that the invincible Prince Wuyang, who had shaken the world on the battlefield, had become their lord.

Everyone felt they had seen the hope of peace.

The commoners held up flags of various colors.

They jostled and crowded forward.

All just to catch a glimpse of this legendary prince.

Tang Yu rode a horse as black as ink, leading the very front of the procession.

He wore a well-tailored black royal robe, embroidered with gold-threaded dragons baring their fangs and brandishing their claws.

It set off his already tall and straight figure, making him look even more imposing and extraordinary.

"Long live Prince Wuyang!"

"Greetings to Prince Wuyang!"

As Tang Yu drew closer.

The commoners on both sides of the street knelt to the ground one after another.

The mountain-shaking, sea-roaring sounds of worship rose and fell, echoing over the entire city for a long time.

The waves of sound rolled on, one after another, numbing the eardrums of all who heard them.

Tang Yu looked at the commoners kneeling on both sides with a calm expression.

He did not show much emotional fluctuation.

He pulled on the reins, urging his warhorse to pass through the crowd at a steady, unhurried pace.

Ning Rongrong, following behind, sat inside a magnificent carriage.

She peered through the gap in the window at the grand welcoming scene outside.

Her heart was once again struck by a violent shock.

This was the grandeur of her man.

Even if the Emperor of the Heaven Dou Empire were to travel, it would likely be no more than this.

The great army passed through more than half of the main city.

Finally, they stopped in front of a sprawling, imposing mansion.

This was the palace specifically built for Tang Yu by the Heaven Dou Empire.

The two vermilion gates stood several zhang high.

Hanging high above the lintel was a plaque made of red sandalwood.

On it, four gold-leafed characters were written in a bold, sweeping calligraphy—Blue Silver King Mansion.

On either side of the entrance crouched a massive white jade lion, looking majestic and awe-inspiring.

Inside the mansion, the carved beams and painted pillars, along with the well-arranged pavilions and towers, displayed luxury and grandeur everywhere.

Tang Yu vaulted off his horse.

He tossed the reins to a guard nearby.

With long, confident strides, he stepped onto the stairs of the mansion.

A group of high-ranking generals and personal guards followed closely behind, filing in one after another.

Tang Yu officially took up residence in the Blue Silver King Mansion.

Passing through the spacious courtyard, the group arrived at the main council hall of the mansion.

The hall was extremely vast, large enough to accommodate hundreds of people for discussions at once.

On the dais in the very center sat a wide Purple Gold Flood Dragon Chair.

Tang Yu walked straight up the steps and sat down on the chair with a commanding presence.

He faced the dozens of commanders of the Black Horse Iron Cavalry and the accompanying generals below.

Every one of them was clad in heavy armor, their expressions solemn.

They cupped their hands in salute and knelt on one knee in unison.

"We, your subordinates, pay our respects to the Prince!"

The uniform roar exploded within the council hall, carrying a scent of iron and blood.

Tang Yu raised his hand, signaling for everyone to rise.

His gaze swept slowly over every soldier present.

His eyes were calm yet carried a pressure that suggested he held everything in his control.

"From today on, this Blue Silver King Mansion shall be our base of operations."

Tang Yu's voice was not loud, yet it reached the ears of every person clearly.

"Since the Heaven Dou Empire Emperor has handed these Northwest Three Provinces into my hands,"

"Then from now on, things here must be done by my rules."

His slender fingers tapped lightly against the armrest of the purple gold chair.

It produced a crisp, rhythmic clicking sound.

The hall was deathly silent; everyone held their breath, listening intently for orders.

Tang Yu stopped tapping and announced the upcoming plan.

"Pass on this Prince's military order."

"The mansion has just been completed, and I intend to establish my authority here in the Northwest Three Provinces."

"Next, prepare a grand banquet."

"Send people to deliver the invitations."

"Invite all the powers from these Northwest Three Provinces and the surrounding regions."

"Whether they are sects, clans, or city lords from various places,"

"Invite them all to come."

Speaking to this point, Tang Yu narrowed his eyes slightly.

A cold smirk curled at the corner of his mouth.

"This King would like to see."

"Just how many people in this territory are willing to give this King face."

"And how many want to test this King's patience in the Northwest Three Provinces."

Upon hearing this, a bloodthirsty glint flashed in the eyes of the generals.

They knew full well that their Prince was not simply inviting guests to a meal.

This was a banquet of no return, designed to seize control over the forces of the Northwest Three Provinces.

A commander standing at the very front immediately stepped forward.

Cupping his hands, he responded in a booming voice.

"This subordinate obeys!"

"I shall go and arrange the invitations at once!"

The night was deep.

Inside the Blue Silver King Mansion, lights blazed, and the clashing armor of the patrolling Black Horse Iron Cavalry emitted a dull, rhythmic sound.

Outside a master bedroom deep within the main courtyard, Ning Rongrong stood before the door, clutching the hem of her clothes and hesitating to move forward.

As the night wind blew, the young girl's thin shoulders trembled slightly.

On the journey here, everything that had happened at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect replayed incessantly in her mind.

Two peerless Douluo falling before Tang Yu like ants.

Her father Ning Fengzhi's fawning posture.

And the earth-shattering transformation of Zhu Zhuqing, along with that stern warning.

These scenes intertwined, making Ning Rongrong's heart pound so fiercely it felt as if it were about to leap out of her throat.