The Third Prince's iron backbone had finally been utterly corroded in this man-eating scam compound. Liyuan Garden's gorgeous songstresses, threats of execution, the lure of riches... who the fuck could withstand all that?
Nothing happened that night. Early the next morning, Ren Ye, Ai Fei, the Third Prince, Old Liu, Apu, Tang Feng, Yin Tiger, and Daoist Chu-an extravagantly stacked team of scammers-quietly set out together for the war-torn lands south of the Nether River, ready to make some bloody money.
The Nether River Realm was like the river dividing Chu and Han on a Chinese chessboard. Its southern bank connected to Bin Prefecture in the Southern Border Witch-Demon Kingdom, while its northern bank led to Great Qian's Yan Prefecture. War had broken out frequently in both prefectures recently, with several bloody battles already fought.
The war had naturally begun because Great Qian lost the Shangyu Nine Lands. Emperor Jing and the Imperial Court had completely lost their composure, repeatedly sending troops south to invade the Nether River Realm, seeking to destabilize the Southern Border frontier completely and deny them any breathing room.
Put plainly, the Great Qian Imperial Court intended to rely on its powerful national strength to bleed a frontier prefecture of the Wuyao Kingdom dry, then wait for an opportunity to launch a full-scale invasion.
Great Qian's Yan Prefecture had originally been a vast, prosperous land, with flat terrain and fertile soil, famed as the granary of the south. It also boasted numerous ancient martial sects and produced all manner of rare treasures, particularly an endless variety of unusual stones.
The region's only mountain range, the Yan Mountain Fulong Range, held extensive red-gold deposits. Legend said a Divine Prohibition Supreme with a genuine Qilin bloodline had once perished in seated meditation there. The essence of his