I transmigrated to ancient times and became a king with a title equal to mine.

Lan Tianpeng, still furious, scanned the scene and roared, "With a formidable enemy at hand, instead of uniting against them, you're engaging in blatant lies and deceit, causing pain to your allies and joy to your enemies. Are you fit to be officials?"

Anyone with a conscience would feel extremely ashamed at this moment.

The civil and military officials all lowered their heads, not daring to look at Lords Wu and Ma.

Lan Tianpeng turned to Wu and Ma and said, "The rebellion on the other side of the river will be quelled by someone, but the rebellion in Ruxu can only be dealt with by Ma Xiangshui and his men. What you need to do now is to quickly eliminate the pernicious influence of Wanjianghou, Hu Deren and others."

He sighed and said, "King Nan, you're being a little soft-hearted."

Lan Tianpeng told ** to stay behind, and then leaped away.

Officials who had joined Gu Zhong's gang knew that the situation was hopeless and knelt down to beg for mercy.

Wu Yizhi gritted his teeth and roared, "Kill!"

Blood flowed like a river in the main hall of the Lishui County government office as Fang Ming led his axemen to behead twenty-six officials.

Until the end, Fang Ming suddenly coughed up blood and fainted.

In times of crisis, only the most severe punishments can establish authority!

Wu Yizhi kept the Southern King's instructions firmly in mind and dared not be negligent in the slightest.

Ma Gui and others carried the imperial edict outside the yamen and read it to thousands of people, then carried out the beheaded official as a public display.

The people knelt down and shouted "Long live the Emperor!"

At that moment, countless pigeons suddenly flew out of the sky above Lishui.

Long Bin, standing atop the Wenchang Pagoda, smiled calmly and said, "Tonight, I wonder how many people will be unable to sleep."

Lu Yuan asked in a low voice, "Gong Bing alone wouldn't have the courage to believe the prisoner Gu Zhong. Are you really not going to investigate further?"

"Forget it, we are all from the same root, why are we so eager to harm each other?"

Lu Yuan shook his head and sighed, "Old Wu is right, but His Majesty is even more accurate. Your heart is too soft."

Long Bin smiled and said, "So, Father bestowed upon him the title of 'One-Character Parallel King.' Do you understand what that means?"

Lu Yuan was stunned: What do you mean?

"My father told me that being soft-hearted would prevent me from becoming king, so I could only live a carefree life as a single-minded person."

"This...?" Lu Yuan was dumbfounded.

Seeing his pathetic state, Long Bin asked, "Are you disappointed? Regretful?"

Lu Yuan nodded and said, "I'm a little disappointed, but I don't regret it."

"If I were king, you would definitely be one of the Five Tiger Generals, and at the very least, you would be granted a second-rank official position. However, I am just a nobody, a mere one-word king. Your official position will be granted by the future emperor, and if you are lucky, you will at most be a third-rank official. It's impossible for me not to regret it."

Long Bin sighed and said, "My eldest son is only six years old, and he can marry your daughter as his queen. If you become related to the King of the First Rank through marriage, wouldn't you be related to the royal family?"

"Where did you come from, little prince?" Lu Yuan exclaimed in surprise.

"Shh!" Long Bin whispered, "Only you know this, it's top secret, you must never reveal it."

Lu Yuan gave a thumbs-up in amazement.

The dignified Prince of the South, the former crown prince, had secretly fathered a son outside the palace, a fact unknown to the entire court.

If this happened to someone else, it would be earth-shattering.

But it's not surprising that this happened to the King of the South.

Just think, almost two years ago, the incomparably useless little prince transformed in the blink of an eye into a talented scholar and martial artist skilled in both medicine and martial arts.

Subsequent events demonstrate that the Southern King's low profile and disguise were world-class.

It would not be surprising if he suddenly had an eldest son or a large family.

The two signed a marriage contract on the spot at the Wenchang Pagoda. Lu Yuan put away the marriage contract with satisfaction and jumped off the pagoda.

Before leaving, he said, "I am willing to lead an elite force to Danyang County to assist Commander Cao and demonstrate the prestige of our Lishui County!"

Long Bin shook his head and said, "Someone has gone to deal with the chaos in Danyang. You go to Ruxu City; your precious son-in-law is in danger."

Lu Yuan thought about it and agreed. He jumped down from the tower and headed straight for the Leopard Camp south of Hengjiang Ferry.

Just as Meng Juwen's troops, stationed at Wanzhi in Jiuzi County on the opposite bank of the river, gathered more than 30,000 soldiers and launched a riot, attacking towns and villages within the jurisdiction of Danyang County. Wherever they went, flames soared into the sky, people were displaced, and the land of Jiangdong was in ruins, on the top of Tianmen Mountain, an old man with white hair stood quietly. Beside him were six young figures, one old and six young, their eyes fixed firmly on the distance.

The old man said in a deep voice, "Young Master Nan Wang has worked so hard to expand the territory of Jiangdong, and it looks like it's about to be destroyed by the rebels. What are you going to do?" His voice was not loud, but it carried an unquestionable authority.

The eldest brother, Ning Wuwei, stood tall and proud, his eyes shining with fearlessness: "Master, let us go down the mountain! We cannot stand by and watch the young master's hard work be destroyed."

The second son, Ning Wuwei, quickly added, "Yes, Master. We must let the traitor Meng Juwen know that the consequences of bullying our young master are dire. The Sixth Young Master of the Ning Family are not just a name!"

"Yes, we must let the rebels taste the power of the Ning family's Six Hammers!"

The other four brothers echoed their sentiments, their voices resounding through the valley, filled with heroic ambition.

These six people were orphans rescued by Prince Longbin in his early years. They were disciples of Lu Zhusheng, the Great Protector of Zhengyang Sect, and later received heartfelt instruction from their grandmaster, the Immortal Elder. Each of them was a master of the third rank, with superb martial arts skills.

They were not only highly skilled in martial arts, but also possessed loyal and courageous hearts, vowing to protect the territory of the Southern King to the death.

In particular, each of them wielded a pair of octagonal plum blossom-shaped silver hammers, each weighing over a hundred pounds. These hammers were incredibly powerful and fierce. Whenever they swung their hammers, the silver light flashed and the hammer shadows flew, as if six fierce tigers were descending the mountain, unstoppable.

After obtaining Lu Zhusheng's consent, the six brothers immediately set to work. They mounted their chestnut horses, boarded a warship, and headed straight for the east bank of the Jiupai River.

Along the way, they were extremely anxious, wishing they could rush to the battlefield immediately and wipe out the rebels.

When they arrived at the east bank of the Jiupai River, they saw flames shooting into the sky and shouts of battle deafening the heavens and the earth.

It turned out that Meng Juwen's troops were engaged in a fierce battle with the defending forces.

Without hesitation, the six brothers joined the battle, wielding their eight-sided plum blossom silver hammers and charging into the enemy ranks like tigers descending a mountain.

Ning Wuwei charged ahead, wielding his twin hammers, charging left and right, unstoppable. His hammers were like two silver lightning bolts, weaving through the enemy ranks, each strike accompanied by the screams of the enemy and splattering blood. Under his leadership, the six young masters of the Ning family were like six tigers descending from the mountain, striking fear into the hearts of the rebel army.

The second brother, Ning Wuwei, was not to be outdone. He followed closely behind Ning Wuwei, his twin hammers wielding in a relentless, impenetrable manner. His hammer techniques were both fierce and agile, capable of both severely injuring the enemy and skillfully evading their attacks. With his cooperation, Ning Wuwei's offensive became even more ferocious.

The third brother, Ning Wuming, the fourth brother, Ning Wusheng, the fifth brother, Ning Wuyu, and the sixth brother, Ning Wuluo, each played to their own strengths.

They attacked and defended, advanced and retreated, their movements perfectly coordinated. Their twin hammers wove silver nets across the battlefield, trapping the rebels within them.