Cheers rang out from within Bingzhou City.
Bing Province had been fully occupied, and Puppet Liang was utterly destroyed. Zhao Feng found Liang Qian's corpse, took his blood essence while he was at it, then handed the body over.
With that, Liang Qian's rebellion, which had brought disaster for ten years, was finally quelled.
Meanwhile, in the desolate mountains a hundred li outside Bingzhou City...
Ying Yang slowly opened his eyes inside a cave, his face deathly pale.
His aura was weak. Clearly, burning his blood essence to escape through a secret technique had severely depleted his cultivation. He would need at least a year to recover completely.
"Su Qingwan!"
And that Martial Suppression Guard. I will never let either of you off, he thought through gritted teeth.
Although Liang Qian was dead, the barbarians' sacred relic had most likely fallen into that guard's hands. He had to find an opportunity to reclaim it.
After Bing Province was pacified...
As a pacification commissioner of the Martial Suppression Guard, Zhao Feng took command of the operations to purge the rebels and hunt down their remnants.
The Liao Residence looked vastly different from when Zhao Feng had infiltrated it.
Back then, it had been grand and imposing, with carved balustrades and jade steps. Now, it lay in ruins, with shattered walls and traces of fire everywhere.
Clearly, marauding troops had already looted it when the city fell.
Zhao Feng frowned at the wreckage.
The Martial Suppression Guard was searching the Liao Residence.
"My lord, we've searched the Liao Family's premises from top to bottom and dug three feet into the ground, but we haven't found anything of value," Yue Lang reported.
"Keep searching. What about the people from the Liao Residence?" Zhao Feng asked.
"After the Liao father and son died, Old