Auxiliary Women's Strategy: A Virtuous Wife Helps the King to Rule the World

"Disciples, follow me to meet the enemy!" Fan Ningning shouted, her voice resonating like a mighty bell, resounding through the heavens and echoing throughout Liuxia Mountain. It was filled with unwavering resolve, as solid as steel, unshakeable; and brimming with fearless courage, like a blazing fire, fiery and passionate. The sound echoed through the valley for a long time, like the raging drums of war, hammering down again and again on every heart, instantly igniting the disciples' high morale, making their blood boil and their hearts surge with excitement.

The disciples of Liuxia Mountain responded to the command, quickly assembling in unison, their movements coordinated like a well-trained army. Each one held their magical weapons in hand, ready for battle, their weapons gleaming coldly in the sunlight. Their eyes were filled with a resolute determination to face death. Each one vowed to defend this homeland, their home for generations, with his or her own life, even if it meant shedding his or her last drop of blood, fighting to the bitter end, never to retreat. However, the enemy of Lianjiao Hell was terrifyingly powerful and menacing, like a boundless black torrent, bearing the terrifying aura of destruction, overwhelming and suffocating.

Canfeng, the fifth in command of Lianjiao Prison, walked out first, his steps frivolous and arrogant, a sinister, sickening smile plastered on his face. He shouted arrogantly, "Fan Ningning, today is the end of you at Liuxia Mountain! If you know what's good for you, surrender obediently. Perhaps I will show mercy and leave your body intact!"

Fan Ningning's eyes widened in anger, blazing flames seemingly emanating from them. The flames were intense and violent, seemingly threatening to consume the enemy before her. She roared, "You heartless villain! Liuxia Mountain and your Lianjiao Prison have no grudges against each other. We have always lived in peace and seclusion, guarding this pure land. Why are you forcing us so hard and trying to kill us?"

Canfeng let out a disgusting, piercing laugh, a sound as sharp and piercing as an owl's cry in the darkness, chilling to the bone. He said, "Resources in this world are inherently limited. Your Liuxia Mountain occupies such a prime location, yet you are not willing to voluntarily serve my Lianjiao Prison. If that's the case, then there's only one way forward: destruction!"

Fan Ningning was so angry that her whole body was shaking, and the shaking seemed to be the tremors of the earth. Her silver teeth were chattering, as if they were about to break. She gritted her teeth and said, "You are a bunch of heartless and inhuman people. Such evil deeds are beyond the reach of justice. You will be punished by heaven and die a miserable death!"

With that, Fan Ningning abandoned her words and launched the attack. Her hands rapidly formed hand seals, dancing with dazzling speed, while she chanted a mysterious and powerful incantation. Instantly, a dazzling beam of magical light shot towards Canfeng like a swift meteor. Canfeng dodged the blow with a swift and effortless movement, then swung his black whip, sending a dark force whistling towards Fan Ningning like a ferocious venomous snake.

Fan Ningning cried out, her voice crisp and sharp, and a pale blue shield enveloped her. Runes swirled across the shield, gleaming with light like the radiance of stars. The runes held immense power, repelling the dark forces. Then, her figure shifted like a ghost, her speed as swift as lightning. She swung her sword, her shadows cascading, each one carrying an unparalleled, sharp aura that seemed to tear through the void and strike Canfeng's vital points. Canfeng, not to be outdone, whipped his long whip through the air with a sound like thunder, transforming into countless sharp whip shadows that collided with Fan Ningning's sword energy, emitting deafening roars and sending sparks flying like fireworks.

Meanwhile, the disciples of Liuxia Mountain engaged in a fierce battle with other enemies from Lianjiao Prison. Magical lights crisscrossed, weaving a dazzling web. Fire, frost, and lightning intertwined in a dazzling display, illuminating the entire sky, illuminating the world like daylight. Some disciples cast powerful spells, blazing with blazing flames, transforming into massive fireballs that slammed down upon the enemy with scorching heat, distorting the air wherever they passed. Others controlled flying swords, which darted through the air like lightning, flashing with cold light, piercing the enemy's throats, each strike deadly and merciless. However, the enemies of Lianjiao Prison were well-trained, coordinated, and strategically advanced and retreated, gradually gaining the upper hand.

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At this moment, Liu Yitao was furiously facing Jiang Fan, who was hugging her left and right. Jiang Fan was immediately panicked when he saw Liu Yitao suddenly appear. He was caught off guard and hurriedly pushed the beautiful woman away from him. He said in a panic, "Listen to my explanation..."

Before he could finish his words, he was slapped in the face with a loud and clear "snap". Liu Yitao turned and left in a hurry, not giving Jiang Fan any chance to explain, leaving him standing there with a look of helplessness and regret.

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On Fan Ningning's side, the battle between her and Canfeng became more and more intense, like a violent storm, making it hard to keep up. Fan Ningning's clothes were soaked with sweat, clinging to her body tightly, and the sweat flowed like rain. Her breathing also became rapid and heavy, and every breath seemed to exhaust all her strength, but her eyes remained as firm as a rock, never wavering for a moment, and her swordsmanship became more fierce and fierce, and every sword strike was deadly. Canfeng, relying on his profound and powerful skills, continuously launched violent attacks like a storm, and each attack contained enormous power, as if to completely defeat Fan Ningning.

Suddenly, a glint of cunning flashed in Canfeng's eyes, a glint of sinister evil. He spotted an opening and lashed out with his whip, lightning-fast, across Fan Ningning's shoulder. Fan Ningning groaned, a trace of blood oozing from the corner of her mouth. The blood was shocking. She stumbled back a few steps, her steps unsteady. But she quickly regained her composure, her eyes ablaze with an unyielding fire that grew stronger and stronger. She charged forward once more, unwavering and resolute.

However, the enemies of Purgatory continued to surge like a tide, their attacks fierce and ferocious, wave after wave like a raging storm, their coordination seamless and impenetrable. Fan Ningning, facing the vast majority alone, gradually lost her strength, her clothes stained with blood. The blood stained large areas of her clothes, which was shocking. The scars were so deep that each one was visible to the bone, making it unbearable to look at. But she still gritted her teeth and fought to the death, refusing to retreat a single step, like an unyielding god of war.

Finally, Fan Ningning's strength was exhausted, and her delicate body slowly collapsed into a pool of blood. Her eyes were filled with resentment and anger, as if telling of her unyielding and resistance. The enemies of the Refined Horn Prison were extremely cruel and merciless, sparing no one alive and launching a bloody massacre throughout Liuxia Mountain.

For a moment, Liuxia Mountain was filled with wailing and screaming, a shrill sound, like the wails of demons from hell, terrifying and chilling. Over a thousand people were killed, and not a single one was spared. Blood flowed freely, forming a river, staining this once beautiful and peaceful land red. The blood-filled river seemed like the earth's tears of blood. The flowers, plants, and trees seemed to weep, accusing this inhumane atrocity. The wind howled, as if wailing at this tragic scene.

Fan Ningning's last disciple, Liu Yitao, was lucky enough to escape the disaster because she had gone down the mountain to visit her relatives. When she returned, she saw devastation, scorched earth and blood. The once vibrant Liuxia Mountain had now become a hell on earth.

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Liu Yitao stood blankly at the mountain gate, her delicate body trembling like the very earth. She was overcome with grief, tears pouring out like a flood. With a thud, she knelt on the ground, pounding her hands hard, leaving tiny craters everywhere. Her knuckles bled profusely, but she remained oblivious, her heart filled with endless hatred and unwavering determination.

From the pile of corpses, she also learned who her enemy was. Among the already stinking corpses were those wearing the attire of the "Rending Horn Prison." Although she was well aware of the power of the "Rending Horn Prison," she secretly vowed: "Master, fellow disciples, I, Liu Yitao, will make the "Rending Horn Prison" pay for their blood debt with blood and avenge you! Even if it costs everything, even if the road ahead is filled with thorns, I will not hesitate!"