Crown Prince of the Empire, I quit!

A guide familiar with Qin Ming's camp and marching routes! Also... after the war, Shenmu must sign a 100-year alliance with our Black Water Tribe, opening all trade routes and halving tariffs!

Greed! Naked greed! Like a hyena smelling blood! Taking advantage of the situation! Raising the price!

Hua Yunhong's knuckles turned slightly white from the force of his fingers covering the jade cup. Deep in his narrow eyes, cold murderous intent surged like a venomous snake! These ants! How dare they be so presumptuous!

But there was still a gentle smile on his face, but that smile was as cold as if covered with a layer of frost.

"Everyone..." Hua Yunhong's voice was filled with a hint of chill, "You have quite an appetite..."

He slowly stood up, his dark green dragon robe gleaming coldly in the candlelight. He paced into the tent, his gaze like an icy probe, sweeping across the greedy, nervous faces of the three men.

"The three cities, the treasury grain, the spoils of war... these are all easy to deal with.

Hua Yunhong's voice was like a venomous snake spitting out its tongue, "Guide... I can also provide one. As for the covenant trade route..."

He paused, his lips curled up in an icy arc. "As long as you all... can help me... take Qin Ming's head! Shenmu... is willing to make peace with the three tribes... forever! Let's share... the northern border!"

"Eternal peace? Sharing the northern border?" Baturu, Wusuli, and Helu's eyes instantly blazed with blazing greed! This promise... was even more tempting than the three cities! It was like a giant pie in the sky!

"Your Majesty the King of Shenmu...are you serious?!" Helu's voice was trembling with ecstasy!

"Sir, I'm not kidding!" Hua Yunhong said firmly! He turned abruptly and pointed to the southeast of the tent, where Qin Ming's camp was shrouded in darkness. His voice was filled with murderous intent: "Qin Ming's camp! Right now! The plague is raging! The army's morale is low! This is... a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

"This king has investigated! In Qin Ming's camp, the 'vessel' of the sacred tree's power, Liu Yueli, is on the verge of death! Qin Ming is desperately trying to keep her alive! The elite troops in the camp are all tied up! There must be a loophole in the defense!"

Hua Yunhong's voice was like a poisoned ice needle, piercing the eardrums of the three people: "This king wants you all... to lead your elite light cavalry! Travel day and night! Bypass Qin Ming's front line! Raid his food and supplies! Burn his camp! Disrupt his army! If you can... take advantage of the chaos to kill Qin Ming! Or... destroy that 'container'..."

A venomous cold light flashed from his narrow eyes. "Then... great things can be accomplished! The North... is in our hands!"

"Food and supplies... camps..." Baturu's eyes flashed with a fierce light! "Okay! Let's do it! The warriors of my Tiele tribe are the best at raiding and looting!"

"Assault Qin Ming... destroy the container..." A cruel smile appeared on Wusuli's sinister face. "The Black Water Tribe's poison arrows... will definitely live up to your trust!"

"We will share the northern border... and maintain eternal peace..." Helu rubbed his hands, his eyes gleaming with greed. "The Shatuo tribe... is willing to be the vanguard!"

The flames of greed were ignited! Three cities! Treasury provisions! War spoils! A shared northern border! The immense temptation, like strong liquor, overwhelmed their minds! The plague raged in Qin Ming's camp! The defenses were empty! A golden opportunity!

"Your Majesty the King of Shenmu! When will we take action?!" Baturu growled impatiently!

"Tonight!" Hua Yunhong's voice was as cold as iron. "At three o'clock in the morning! I will send someone to lead the way! The signal... will be... a green smoke signal rising into the sky from the southeast!"

"Okay!" The three of them responded with a roar! Greed and bloodlust burning in their eyes!

Hua Yunhong watched the three departing figures. Deep in his narrow eyes, the cold murderous intent was like frozen ice. He slowly returned to the main seat, picked up the glass of already ice-cold jade liquid, and gently shook it. The reflection in the glass was distorted and hideous.

"Go. Go..." He whispered to himself, his voice filled with a hint of deep resentment and pleasure, "Use your blood... to test for me how sharp Qin Ming's blade is!"

"As for sharing the Northern Territory..." Hua Yunhong's lips curled up into an extremely cold arc, like a venomous snake baring its fangs, "We'll talk about it after you come back alive!"

Outside the tent, the cold wind howled, blowing up the ashes and deathly air from the Bone Burial Cliff.

Footsteps approached from afar, their tempo deliberately suppressed. The curtains parted, and Helian Tieshu's massive figure, like a moving iron tower, stepped into the tent. The hideous scar on his face looked even more menacing in the candlelight, and a subtle simmer of anxiety lingered in his eyes.

"Your Majesty," Helian Tieshu knelt on one knee, his voice as low as thunder.

"The three armies... have set out as planned. Batulu of the Tiele tribe led 3,000 light cavalry, taking the Eagle Sorrow Gorge; Wusuli of the Black Water tribe led 2,000 poison archers, circumventing the Ghost Crying Gorge; and Helu of the Shatuo tribe led 1,000 heavy armored soldiers, taking the Broken Soul Slope. By now... they should be close to their designated location."

Hua Yunhong slowly raised his eyes, his deep gaze was like two ancient wells, calm and peaceful.

"Very good." His voice was calm, no emotion could be heard. "The smokescreen...are you ready?"

"It's ready!" Helian Tieshu said solemnly, "A specially crafted 'Green Phosphorus Induction', mixed with the last bit of 'Erosion Willow' pollen from Toruhan's secret vault! Once ignited, a column of smoke rises into the sky, a emerald green like a will-o'-the-wisp, visible for a hundred miles! It also carries a hint of... the aura of the 'Divine Tree' that only a Shadow Pharmacist can capture!"

"The aura of the sacred tree..." Hua Yunhong's lips curled up to an extremely cold arc, "The 'container' beside Qin Ming... should be very 'sensitive' to this thing... right?"

A fierce gleam flashed in Helian Tieshu's eyes. "Your Majesty is wise! The plague in Liu Yueli's body and the power of the sacred tree have been forcibly fused, like a powder keg! As soon as a trace of the same aura is triggered... a sudden change will occur! Then... Qin Ming's camp will be in chaos! The three armies will take advantage of the chaos and launch a surprise attack! They will definitely..."

"What can you do?" Hua Yunhong interrupted him, his voice tinged with a barely perceptible sarcasm. "You can...test the sharpness of Qin Ming's blade for me."

Helian Tieshu's burly body suddenly stiffened! The muscles on his scarred face twitched, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes!

Hua Yunhong slowly stood up and walked over to the large sheepskin map hanging in the tent. On the map, the territory of the Shenmu Kingdom was outlined in cinnabar, like a wound torn by a sharp claw. His cold finger gently tapped the southeast corner of the map—the location of Qin Ming's camp.

"Baturu... reckless man! Three thousand light cavalrymen, raiding and looting is fine, but attacking? That's just courting death!"

"Ussuri... poisonous snakes! Two thousand poisonous archers, they can still inflict damage from hidden arrows, but a head-on fight? They're no match for them!"

"Hulu... Big Rat! A thousand heavy armored men are enough to defend a city, but a long-distance raid? They're just a burden!"

Hua Yunhong's voice was like a poisoned ice needle, piercing Helian Tieshu's heart with every word!

"The king will give them three cities? We will share the northern border?" Hua Yunhong turned abruptly, his narrow eyes blazing with deep resentment and cold sarcasm. "They... are worthy?!"