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

Xinzheng City

The continuous drizzle washed over the tall city gates of Xinzheng.

A hazy mist shrouded the distant mountains.

At this time,

The city gates of Xinzheng slowly opened.

A troop of soldiers, armed with swords and halberds, filed out of the city gate.

A dozen or so horse-drawn carriages stood guard in the center.

This is the unit responsible for escorting South Korean military pay.

The soldiers guarding the city gate watched their figures disappear into the rainy night.

Then the city gates were closed.

It was just then time for the shift change.

Another team of soldiers took over their duties of guarding the city gate.

After the handover was completed, the leading general ordered his subordinates to set up positions at various points around the city gates.

After setting everything up, he whistled.

More than ten more carriages, each loaded with red boxes and covered with tarpaulins, slowly drove in.

The city gates of Xinzheng were opened once again in the silent, rainy night...

However, no one noticed.

On the misty city tower, several ruffians stood with swords drawn, rain dripping from their straw hats and seeping into the cracks between the bricks beneath their feet.

Tu Su, the manager of the Bad People's Bureau in Xinzheng, watched the convoy disappear into the heavy rain outside the city.

He took a bronze mask from his robes, put it on, and then adjusted his straw hat.

He then leaped into the rain and disappeared.

The same was true for the thugs behind them; the drizzling rain washed away all traces of them, as if they had never been there at all…

the other side,

The impressive procession escorting the "military pay" was advancing along the muddy official road.

On a carriage in the center,

Kunquan-jun and Anping-jun were eating the prepared snacks in the carriage. Anping-jun glanced at the heavy rain outside the window and complained:

"This awful weather is really something. I hope it doesn't take up too much time. I still have a nourishing soup simmering at home."

Kunquan Jun squinted at Anping Jun and said with a smile:

"The time spent is well worth it compared to the three thousand gold pieces we each received. Brother, when you go back, you'll probably buy more beautiful women. Don't forget to share them with your younger brothers."

Anping chuckled and patted Kunquan on the shoulder, "No problem, no problem..."

However, at this time,

The procession escorting the military pay suddenly became noisy.

The escorting convoy halted, and deep within the road, countless eerie blue halos lit up.

The light gradually coalesced into the shape of an armored soldier wielding a sword.

The South Korean soldiers, who had never witnessed such a bizarre sight before, trembled as they gripped their weapons and slowly retreated.

One of them exclaimed in disbelief:

"Ghost soldiers! Ghost soldiers! It's ghost soldiers asking for passage!"

Upon hearing this, the other soldiers were filled with a deep sense of fear.

The eerie blue shadows multiplied, seemingly surrounding the convoy.

In the terrified eyes of the South Korean soldiers,

The ghostly figures pointed to the military pay being transported on the wagons.

Amidst the astonished and uncertain gazes of the crowd, the 100,000 taels of military pay vanished into thin air in the rain.

Anping-kun and Kunquan-kun, who were inside the carriage, composed themselves and stepped out, saying in utter terror:

"Ghost soldiers! Ghost soldiers are robbing people! Everyone stay still! Ghost soldiers will rob you but won't hurt you."

Influenced by this preconceived notion, and combined with the bizarre scene before them, the South Korean soldiers firmly believed in the theory of the ghost soldiers' abduction.

On a distant tree branch, Mo Ya, dressed in black, looked at the kneeling crowd with a hint of disdain on his wicked face.

"Heh, this kind of charlatanry can only fool these idiots."

the other side,

The convoy that was actually escorting the military pay had silently arrived at a cave.

The soldiers who came to meet them carried box after box of gold deep into the cave.

In the nearby forest, Tu Su stood with his arms crossed, watching quietly as the people placed all 100,000 taels of gold into the cave and left a squad of assassins to guard it.

Without turning his head, Tu Su asked the ruffians behind him:

"Have the routes and personnel been recorded?"

"Deacon, the record is complete."

Tu Su nodded slightly, took the sheepskin scroll wrapped in oilcloth, and said in a deep voice, "Withdraw. I will personally hand this over to the commander when we get back."

The group of thugs quietly withdrew, even erasing the footprints they left on the ground.

After the group of scoundrels disappeared, two slender figures, one in black and one in white, emerged from the mist.

Bai Wuchang swayed her supple, boneless waist like a water snake.

Her slender fingers formed a delicate, orchid-like gesture, and her heavily made-up eyes stared at the assassins guarding the valley, a hint of longing in them.

She said in a charming and feminine tone, "Brother~"

Hei Wuchang glanced at his younger sister, Chang Haoling, his hand resting on Chang Xuanling's slender waist before stroking her white bodysuit, and said with a hint of helplessness:

“Sister, I know you want to, but don’t think about it yet. The commander-in-chief has instructed us to just do our duty and keep watch over this place for him. Afterwards, he will personally bestow upon us the corpses of powerful figures so that we can cultivate and improve.”

Chang Xuanling's eyes seemed to shimmer with a hint of allure, a touch of dreaminess in them.

"Brother, I really want to try what it's like to cultivate together with the Great Marshal!"

Chang Haoling pouted and tapped Chang Xuanling's forehead.

"How could the commander-in-chief possibly be interested in someone as plain as you? Only your brother would be willing to stay by your side forever."

Chang Xuanling playfully stuck out her tongue and said with a smile:

"My brother is still the best~"

——Dividing——Line——

Zilanxuan, Sifangge

Since his first visit to Zilan Pavilion, Han Fei had grown fond of the place and would come here for drinks every few days. However, what he actually did there remained a mystery.

in the room,

A table full of wine cups was laid out in front of Han Fei, and Zi Nu sat calmly opposite him.

He said calmly, "I wonder what business Young Master Han Fei has with me?"

Han Fei lowered his head and took a sip of wine.

With a smile, he said, "Miss Zi Nu is truly an extraordinary woman to have developed Zi Lan Xuan to such a scale in Xinzheng. I would like to make friends with Miss Zi Nu."

Zi Nu tended to the flowers in the vase, saying without looking up:

“Every distinguished guest who comes to my Zilan Pavilion is my friend, and you, young master, are no exception.”

Zi Nu understood Han Fei's unspoken meaning: he wanted to become friends with her based on mutual benefit and to invite her to join his cause. Perhaps Zi Nu might have been somewhat interested before, but ever since her master said that Han Fei was not one of them,

Zi Nu then decided to stay away from Han Fei, not wanting to displease her master.

Han Fei was taken aback upon hearing this, then chuckled awkwardly and said...

"Haha, that's fine too. But I think Miss Zi Nu and I are the same kind of people. If we cooperate, we can achieve a win-win situation, and Miss Zi Nu's Zi Lan Xuan can also develop better."

Han Fei's incessant chatter dampened Zi Nu's interest, so she rose and gave a slight bow.

"Please enjoy your drink, sir. I have to take my leave now."

He then got up and left the room, leaving Han Fei, filled with self-doubt.

Han Fei took a swig of wine, and murmured with a bitter smile:

"Everything is really going wrong. However, if I can become the Minister of Works, there might be a turning point in our cooperation."