In the Great Qin Dynasty, I, the Unruly Commander, begin by dual-cultivating with Yan Ling Ji.

Huchi~

Huchi~

The Zhu family, having finally reached the halfway point of the mountain, stopped and looked up to gaze into the distance.

As dusk approached, the gray-white sky seemed to be veiled with a thin layer of golden gauze, making it appear exceptionally mysterious and enchanting.

The afterglow was like a giant paintbrush, spreading outwards from the horizon until it disappeared into the distant horizon.

Seeing the picturesque scenery before him, Zhu Jia's tense heart finally began to relax. He took a deep breath, feeling the fresh mountain air and cool breeze, and his taut nerves slowly unwinded.

Although the twists and turns along the way had taken a considerable toll on his spirit and inner strength, he was finally about to reach the sacred site of the Farmer's Clan, the Tomb of the Six Sages.

If he could gain the approval of the six elders, he would become the new leader of the knights. Thinking of this, his tired body became excited.

Just as he was getting closer and closer to the summit, suddenly, a dazzling light ripped through the sky! Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be an enormous tiger-headed longsword, which flew towards him like a meteor, carrying unparalleled momentum and pressure, and planted itself straight in the middle of the road in front of the Zhu family.

This tiger-headed longsword gleamed with a mysterious, cold light. The hilt was carved with a powerful, lifelike tiger's head, seemingly ready to come to life at any moment. The blade itself emanated a sharp, chilling aura.

The Zhu family was shocked by this sudden turn of events.

"This is... Tiger Soul!"

Zhu Jia stared in astonishment at the long sword radiating overwhelming murderous aura stuck in front of him.

How did this sword end up here? Could it be...?

From the mountains and forests, Tian Hu, wearing an eye patch and sporting a sinister smile, slowly emerged. Behind him followed the alluring Tian Mi, the leader of the Kuiwei Hall.

Seeing the Zhu family's surprised expression, Tian Hu said leisurely:

"Zhu family, you almost fooled us. But now, you'd better hand over the Shennong Token obediently, and I, the master of this hall, may spare your life."

Zhu Jia gritted his teeth as he stared at the arrogant Tian Hu and the smiling Tian Mi, secretly circulating the little internal energy he had left.

"Tian Hu, do you take me for a mere child? Things have come to this point, it's either you or me who dies. If you have the ability, take the Shennong Token from my corpse!"

Zhu Jia gathered his internal energy at his fingertips and pointed it towards Tian Hu and Tian Mi.

Seeing the Zhu family members who had come looking for death, Tian Hu revealed a ferocious smile. With a flick of his hand, the Tiger Soul Sword returned to his grasp and collided with the Zhu family's hand, which was enveloped in true energy.

With little internal energy left, Zhu Jia was clearly outmatched by Tian Hu's domineering and fierce attacks. He could only rely on his agile movements to dodge continuously, while Tian Hu, whose internal energy was abundant, attacked harder and harder, his sword light constantly leaving afterimages.

Some members of the Zhu family, unable to withstand the onslaught, no longer held back their inner energy and unleashed their ultimate technique—a thousand faces for a thousand people!

Although each use would consume twenty years of his internal energy, he couldn't care less about that in this critical moment.

In the blink of an eye, thousands of figures identical to those of the Zhu family appeared in the mountains and fields.

Seeing this, Tian Hu's face also became serious. He continuously poured his true energy into the Tiger Soul Sword.

The Tiger Soul Sword, already radiating a menacing aura, now extended several feet of dark red sword light.

The dark red sword light swept across the "Zhu Family" members scattered across the mountains and fields. In the blink of an eye, dozens of Zhu Family members burst open like balloons under the sword's shadow and vanished without a trace.

Although the large number of "Zhu family" members had the advantage in numbers, they were unable to inflict serious damage on Tian Hu.

As the situation deteriorated, Zhu Jia, who was hiding in the crowd, suddenly spoke up:

"If we don't take action now, when will we take action?"

Just as Zhu Jia uttered these words, Tian Mi, who had been silent until now, finally made her move, striking Tian Hu, who was focused on dealing with Zhu Jia, on the back.

This premeditated palm strike nearly shattered the internal energy that Tian Hu had gathered.

Caught off guard, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of bright red blood.

He turned his head and stared at Tian Mi with a mixture of shock and anger, only to be met with a charming smile from Tian Mi.

"Tian Hu~ Didn't expect that, did you~"

"Tian Mi! You bitch, you slut!" Tian Hu, who had retreated more than ten meters away, calmed his churning internal energy and couldn't help but curse angrily.

Seeing that Tian Hu had been successfully and severely injured, Zhu Jia withdrew his Thousand Faces technique.

At this moment, Zhu Jia's cultivation had already fallen below the True Spirit Realm. His aura was weak, and he looked at Tian Mi, saying:

"If the two of us work together to defeat Tian Hu, and I become the leader of the chivalrous families, you can choose any member of the peasant family you wish to serve."

Tian Mi smiled sweetly and raised her hand to lightly cover her red lips, saying:

"If I desire this position of chivalrous leader, would Master Zhu be willing to relinquish it?"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Jia's heart sank. He hadn't expected Tian Mi to suddenly change her mind and try to take advantage of his and Tian Hu's serious injuries.

He and Tian Hu exchanged a glance, and then, without prior arrangement, they both dragged their heavily injured bodies toward Tian Mi. Both of them were old foxes, and even though they were mortal enemies, it did not prevent them from joining forces to kill Tian Mi at this moment.

Just then, a giant sword wrapped in chains fell from the sky, and the huge impact instantly sent the three of them flying.

A fierce-looking man with tattoos on his face slowly walked over. Immediately afterward, Situ Wanli appeared behind the man. Hundreds of black-clad, armored men, wielding forged swords, subdued the three men who had fallen to the ground.

Zhu Jia stared in astonishment at the cold, sharp blade pressed against his neck, and hurriedly said:

"Wait, I have an appointment with your commander..."

However, before Zhu Jia could finish speaking, a die pierced through his head, and Zhu Jia fell heavily to the ground with an incredulous expression on his face, blood gushing from his forehead.

Not far away, Situ Wanli casually flicked his sleeves, looked at Tian Hu and Tian Mi, smiled slightly, and then turned to look at Sheng Qi, who was carrying a giant sword.

"I'll leave those two to you. Take care of them, and all the people who framed you back then will be dead."

Sheng Qi nodded and walked towards Tian Hu with a blank expression.

Situ Wanli then went to the deceased Zhu Jia, took the Shennong Token from his bosom, weighed it in his hand, chuckled softly, and muttered to himself:

"Ha, the dust has settled..."

P.S.: When do you all get your holidays? Tell me so I can be envious! (?w?)