The government was sending out wives, and I ended up with a princess from the previous dynasty!

Lei Zhentian's words only made Jia Daoshi realize that he was indeed hungry.

My lower back is also a little sore.

What's happening here?

Could it be that during the time I was unconscious, this girl used her yang energy to replenish my yin energy?

Upon hearing that there would be roast whole lamb and wine, Jia Daoshi became too lazy to care about Mu Weishuang anymore.

My wife is quite capable; she's become the leader of Black Tiger Stronghold. Does that mean I'm her husband?

Since that's the case, why bother with all that? Just eat and drink as usual!

Soon, Jia Daoshi followed Lei Zhentian into a more spacious courtyard.

Three ebony flagpoles were planted in the center of the courtyard!

The flagpole in the very center hangs a golden banner that reads "Acting on Behalf of Heaven," soaring into the sky and fluttering in the mountain wind!

On either side were two flags mixed with red and yellow, one side reading "Heaven and Earth United" and the other "Connecting the World".

Behind the flagpole is a mountain-style building that looks like it was built in the Song Dynasty. It has seven bays, gray tiles, black pillars, and upturned eaves.

Above the door hangs a plaque with the three large characters "Juyi Hall".

Stepping into the hall, one finds a very spacious and magnificent interior.

A dozen or so chandeliers made of large iron pots hung from the roof, their flames blazing brightly, as bright as day!

All around, there were also disciples from the mountain stronghold on guard duty, who greeted the two of them upon seeing them.

In the middle was a very long wooden table, with marks from swords and knives visible on its surface. But now, a whole roasted lamb and other dishes were laid out on it, emitting a wonderful aroma!

"Mr. Jia, please take a seat!"

Lei Zhentian must have been acting on Mu Weishuang's orders to be so polite to Jia Daoshi.

As he spoke, he gestured for Mr. Jia to finish his drink first: "I, Lei, will fill Mr. Jia's cup first!"

Jia Daoshi didn't stand on ceremony and sat down directly, sharing a drink with Lei Zhentian.

However, he noticed that the wine Lei Zhentian was drinking was different from his own.

"Second Master, aren't you going to drink my wine?" Jia Daoshi asked, looking puzzled.

“Mr. Jia, your wine was designated by the chief, how dare we drink it?” Lei Zhentian said with a smirk. “Besides, you are the chief’s man, the second-in-command in the village, so I have to listen to you.”

"Hmm?" Jia Daoshi was somewhat surprised to hear this. "Second Master, you're too kind. I don't deserve such praise!"

Even if he is Mu Weishuang's man, does this guy have to be so polite?

Lei Zhentian laughed and said, "Mr. Jia, you are unaware of the truth! The chief said that you risked your life to plot and kill Lei Bao, which was to rid the martial world and the people of evil! Such a righteous act deserves my utmost respect!"

"Eliminating evil? Is this Lei Bao an evil person?" Jia Daoshi was very curious.

Speaking of Lei Bao, Jia Daoshi really didn't know anything about him.

He wouldn't have provoked them if he hadn't been forced by circumstances.

Moreover, the other party not only gave him the mysterious token, but also said that he would give him his identity as well!

What does this mean?

How should I provide identification?

Even on his deathbed, he pulled this stunt; he really didn't want to let himself off easily!

"Mr. Jia, you really don't know? This Lei Bao is known in the martial arts world as the King of the Night. He is the Chief Inspector of the Imperial City Guard, a secret agency of the Great Jing Dynasty. Below the Chief Inspector are the Eight Chief Inspectors! The Imperial City Guard is the Emperor's confidant, specializing in killing for the Emperor! The current Imperial City Guard is under the Empress's jurisdiction, and over the years, countless loyal and righteous generals have been killed by this man! It's only in this Yanzhou region that few people have heard of him. If he were in the capital, Lei Bao's name would be enough to stop children from crying at night!"

"Moreover, none of those people in Kyoto like Lei Bao. Wherever he goes, his entire family will be wiped out!"

"With Lei Bao dead, countless people are so happy they can't sleep and are throwing banquets all night!"

"If these people knew that Mr. Jia killed Lei Bao, they would probably worship Mr. Jia as an ancestor, hahaha..."

Jia Daoshi: "..."

Jia Daoshi disagreed with Lei Zhentian's words.

His conversation with Lei Bao before his death made him feel that Lei Bao was not a bloodthirsty person.

Moreover, before he died, this guy not only gave him his token, but also said he wanted to give him his identity as well!

The other party must have seen through me to do this.

Do you consider yourself to be the same kind of person as him?

Otherwise, why would he do all this?

"It seems that killing him wasn't the end, but rather the beginning of something..."

Jia Daoshi felt somewhat irritated.

He felt like he had fallen into a trap!

"Mr. Jia? Why aren't you eating?" Lei Zhentian asked cautiously when he saw Jia Daoshi's silence. "Is it because this whole roasted lamb doesn't suit your taste?"

"No, this whole roasted lamb is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and tastes absolutely delicious," Jia Daoshi said, coming back to his senses.

"That's good! That's good! Mr. Jia, let me toast you again! Let's drink to our hearts' content today!"

With that, Lei Zhentian raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp.

In the Hall of Righteous Gathering, Jia Daoshi and Lei Zhentian drank and chatted. After a few rounds of drinks, the atmosphere gradually became lively.

While gnawing on a lamb leg, Jia Daoshi said, "By the way, where did the boss go? How could a grown man like you let a woman take the boss's position? Did she beat him up badly?"

Lei Zhentian let out a burp and laughed, "Mr. Jia, do you know the true identity of our boss?"

"Her true identity? Isn't she just my wife?"

"No, that's not it... Mr. Jia, our... our leader's true identity is that of a member of the Ming Cult!"

"Ming Cult? What's that?" Jia Daoshi was dumbfounded. Could it be that there was a Zhang Wuji in this world?

"The Ming Cult is an organization formed by like-minded heroes in the martial arts world. They specialize in robbing the rich to help the poor and punishing evil to promote good. They have a deep-rooted presence among the people," Lei Zhentian said.

“Mr. Jia, don’t look down on us mountain strongholds. Although the Great Jing Dynasty considers us bandits and rebels, we take in war orphans, poor people, and women who have suffered because of persecution by the government. We will take them in and let them cultivate the wasteland in the mountains so that they won’t starve to death.”

"Of course, with more people, it's inevitable that a few bad guys will emerge, but compared to a corrupt and incompetent court, it's nothing."

Jia Daoshi laughed and said, "So, you're a great philanthropist? If I'm not mistaken, all of this only changed after the Big Boss arrived, right?"

In previous years, Black Tiger Village had frequently descended the mountain to raid villages and steal grain.

But this year, I haven't heard of it at all.

Lei Zhentian was a little embarrassed when Jia Daoshi saw through him: "Haha, well, Mr. Jia is right, but there's a saying that goes, 'A prodigal son who returns is more precious than gold'!"

"However, to be fair, many brothers in the Ming Cult were righteous, but they were all killed by that bastard Lei Bao!"

"Finally, the Grand Master of the Ming Cult personally intervened, intending to kill this man. However, an internal traitor leaked the information, and during his battle with Lei Bao, he was severely injured by Lei Bao's Heaven-Slaying, Earth-Destroying Soul-Searching Hand. He ultimately could not be saved. Before his death, the Grand Master instructed that whoever could kill Lei Bao would—"

Halfway through his sentence, Lei Zhentian let out another burp.