Reward Warrant Back . . .
Bing-Er playfully rolled her eyes and chimed in, "Being invincible is indeed a remarkable feat. You should take pride in it. Loneliness might eventually creep in, but that's a feeling for another time."
Cha Eun Xiao, taken aback by her perspective, could only manage a surprised, "Urh..."
She continued, "I've read some novels during my free time. In those stories, there are local tyrants who dominate small regions. They bully people to their heart's content, even subjecting families to humiliation. It's intriguing to see how 'good' it is to be invincible, isn't it?"
Cha Eun Xiao found himself at a loss for words, wondering if he was being likened to a local tyrant by his dear Bing-Er.
Bing-Er, her eyes wide with mirth, suggested, "You're feeling bored, right? Why don't we try 'bullying' others? These tyrants oppress the powerless, so let's turn the tables. We'll stand up to these tyrants... What do you think? It should be an interesting diversion. At the very least, you won't be bored!"
His initial reaction was far from enthusiastic, and a blush colored his cheeks. "Are you suggesting I'm a tyrant among tyrants?"
"No, no," she replied, her voice gentle. "That's not what I meant, but it seems you think so yourself. There's a saying... Oh, what is it... Ah, I remember now. It goes something like, 'If the shoe fits...'" She giggled, her hand covering her mouth.
He huffed, his teeth clenched. "Tyrants are malicious individuals who do terrible things to others. They even abduct girls. Do you understand? When a tyrant encounters a beautiful girl like you, he might forcibly take her as his concubine... Do you know that?"
Yet, beneath his words, there was a growing desire. He yearned to act as a tyrant, at least in this moment.
Bing-Er, playfully moving in his embrace, countered, "Master, you're not a tyrant..."
Cha Eun Xiao, however, wasn't so sure. He declared firmly, "Yes, I am! I'm a tyrant, at least for now!"
His longing was ignited by Bing-Er's coquettish behavior. He couldn't suppress his desires any longer, and he yearned to play the role of a tyrant, if only for a brief interlude.
Bing-Er protested playfully, "No... No... Help! Somebody help!"
Cha Eun Xiao persisted, his voice filled with suggestive intent. "Humph! 'No' won't do. You're mine now. Come with me, and you'll enjoy a happy and fulfilling life..."
Bing-Er continued her act, calling for help, but it was all part of the game.
With a mischievous laugh, Cha Eun Xiao held Bing-Er's waist, leading her toward the room. As he kicked the door shut with a resounding bang, a seductive tale began behind that closed door, leaving the rest to the imagination...
Now, moving away from this passionate scene, we return to the wider world:
Master Bai's departure sent shockwaves through the world, leaving an indelible mark. The once-mighty House of the Chaotic Storms had vanished.
Kings of various kingdoms and realms celebrated the news, sharing a sense of relief. They had long endured Master Bai's oppressive influence.
However, it wasn't just his departure that stirred the world. The parting gift, the sword known as "Holy Providence," granted to the Kingdom of Chen, became a topic of fierce debate.
This sword raised a pressing question: Was the Kingdom of Chen now recognized as heaven-sent or favored by fate?
Such a notion met resistance, and it sowed discord among the other kingdoms and forces in the Land of Han-Yang. They declared war on the Kingdom of Chen, all seeking to claim the coveted sword – the Holy Providence.
A dramatic and tumultuous conflict ensued, with the Kingdom of Chen caught in a perilous struggle on four fronts. Among the enemy forces, the Kingdom of Lan-Feng was the only one showing promising advancements. The other three remained distant from achieving a significant breakthrough.
Zhan Qianshan was embroiled in a fierce battle against Su Dingguo, the formidable Prince Hua-Yang. Their clash was a strategic marvel, with both generals employing cunning tactics, creating a captivating spectacle.
To the south, the imposing mountain acted as a bulwark, safeguarding General Lan's forces from the relentless southern barbarian incursions and the Kingdom of Jin-Yang. General Lan was unyielding, resolute in maintaining a clear boundary, keeping the enemy forces at bay.
In the enigmatic north, information remained scant. Word had spread of a momentous encounter a few days earlier, in which Cha Nantian emerged victorious, compelling the grassland nomads to retreat further into their vast territories. The outcome of this pursuit remained unknown, but it was widely understood that decimating Cha Nantian's indomitable iron army was a near-impossible feat. In essence, the northern front was effectively resolved.
Nevertheless, the situation in the north had not entirely stabilized. The key factor was the duration of Cha Nantian's military campaign across the vast grasslands. Once he concluded these northern endeavors and pivoted toward the other three battlefronts, it was destined to reshape the course of the war significantly, potentially sealing the Kingdom of Chen's path to victory.
In the ensuing days, Ling-Bao Hall found itself immersed in ceaseless activity. Redemption warrants from assassins stationed across the globe were flooding back into the organization's headquarters.
Oddly, although Feng Monarch had declared that these rewards could be claimed at any branch of Ling-Bao Hall upon successful mission completion, the assassins insisted on making the long journey to the Kingdom of Chen's central headquarters, disregarding the inconvenience. It was as if their worthiness for rewards depended on encountering Feng Monarch in person, a notion that took hold.
After all, even Master Bai, regarded as a deity among mortals, acknowledged Feng Monarch as his peer.
In these days, the city gates of the Kingdom of Chen bore witness to a steady procession of martial artists, adorned with smiles and wielding swords, while carrying finely crafted wooden boxes. They appeared to be visiting friends with extravagant gifts, the boxes exuding an aura of extraordinary value.
These intricate containers, though, held no treasures but rather the severed heads of the deceased assassins. The assassins paid no heed to this grotesque cargo; they merely sought to exchange it for monetary compensation.
Consequently, Ling-Bao Hall experienced a deluge of financial disbursements during this period, as if money flowed as abundantly as water.