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

The following day, news spread throughout Xinzheng that a man wearing a straw hat and a scarlet mask had slaughtered thousands of soldiers from a neighboring small town. With the help of the Bad Guys, the story gradually spread in Xinzheng, and it was even rumored that this man had entered Xinzheng.

The incident caused widespread panic among the people of Xinzheng, and many nobles, upon hearing the news, recruited numerous warriors to guard their homes and property.

In the general's mansion,

Ji Wuye stared intently at the intelligence report in his hand, then looked at Mo Ya and asked:

"Are you sure this news is true?"

Mo Ya said in a deep voice:

"General, this was personally obtained by your subordinate from the man in the straw raincoat."

Upon hearing this, Ji Wuye's expression grew even more grim. The information gathered by the man in the straw raincoat had generally been accurate, meaning that...

It's true that the man killed over a thousand soldiers!

Looking at the description of the man's clothing in the information about the man in the straw raincoat, Ji Wuye felt a deep sense of fear. He was almost certain that the man who had slaughtered thousands of soldiers was the same bad leader who had seriously injured him before!

What does it mean to kill a thousand people with one strike? Even as someone at the late stage of the Innate Realm, I could only fight against more than three hundred people with my external martial arts, and I couldn't even kill them all with one strike.

That single strike killed a thousand people… Ji Wuye’s heart trembled.

It is likely that only masters above the innate level could achieve this.

Ji Wuye recalled what the Bad Commander had done to him that day, and he knew that he had always been within his sight.

He was genuinely frightened. If he had previously harbored thoughts of revenge against the scoundrel, he now dared not even consider it, and was instead terrified that the scoundrel would come after him again.

Even though he held absolute power in Korea and commanded countless assassins, they could not provide Ji Wuye with a sense of security. He only had one life; once he died, everything would be over, and all the power and money he possessed would vanish.

A look of conflict crossed Ji Wuye's rugged face.

Then, gritting his teeth, he gave the order:

"Mo Ya, go and have Bai Yifei bring 10,000 silver-armored soldiers to Xinzheng, and bring the Baiyue assassin group with him as well."

Mo Ya was taken aback for a moment upon hearing this, then cupped his hands and replied, "Your subordinate will take care of it immediately."

A sense of powerlessness rose in Ji Wuye's heart, and he waved his hand to dismiss Mo Ya.

As Mo Ya left the general's mansion, he thought to himself:

"It seems that the news of the commander-in-chief's arrival in Xinzheng has begun to alarm Ji Wuye, otherwise he would not have recalled the Blood-Clad Marquis Bai Yifei, who has been at odds with him in recent years, back to Xinzheng."

Before long, a crow carrying the latest intelligence flew into the window of Zilan Pavilion. Zi Nu took off the silk cloth tied to her foot and looked at it, her beautiful eyes revealing a hint of disbelief.

Her red lips parted slightly as she looked at Ying Ziqing, who was calmly playing chess with Wei Zhuang.

"Young Master is truly a prophet~ Mo Ya has sent a letter saying that Ji Wuye has already dispatched him to summon Blood-Clad Marquis to bring his troops into the city."

Wei Zhuang was also taken aback upon hearing this, and then couldn't help but marvel at his commander's terrifying scheme. Ji Wuye had stepped right into his commander's plan every step of the way.

Just as he was lost in thought, Ying Ziqing placed her white piece, ending the game, and smiled slightly:

"The chessboard is like a battlefield; one cannot afford to be distracted."

"The commander-in-chief is right."

"How are you doing in the Korean court?"

"General, I have already won over more than a dozen officials, but their ranks are not very high," Wei Zhuang said with some shame. Although the General had assigned him the Bad People of Xinzheng, he had not been able to find any dirt on those important officials.

Ying Ziqing remained calm and said in a flat tone, "It's alright. You just need to bring those lower-level officials under your control. I will take care of the rest."

"As you command, Commander."

Ying Ziqing glanced at the chessboard on the table and murmured, "It seems we can move on to the next step..."

into the night,

The mansion of the Fourth Young Master Han Yu was still brightly lit.

Because of the recent uproar over the story of a single man killing a thousand soldiers, Han Yu has strengthened the defenses of his residence.

Every three to five steps you can see a guard on duty.

Han Yu's adopted son, Han Qiancheng, personally patrolled the perimeter to ensure his adoptive father's safety.

Meanwhile, Han Yu was in his house, indulging in pleasure with his concubine.

Just then, the candlelight in the house went out, and the next second...

Two silver needles suddenly flew out of the darkness and pierced Han Yu and his concubine respectively.

In an instant, the two lost control of their bodies.

Ying Ziqing, dressed in the attire of a rogue general, slowly emerged from the darkness.

His hoarse voice carried a hint of mockery: "Fourth Young Master, you seem to be in high spirits. I'm sorry to have disturbed you."

Ying Ziqing slowly approached Han Yu, grabbed the concubine by the neck, and with a snap, the concubine who had been favored by Han Yu passed away.

Seeing Ying Ziqing snap the concubine's neck without saying a word, Han Yu's eyes were filled with terror as he looked at Ying Ziqing pleadingly.

He recognized the man as the terrifying figure rumored to have slaughtered a thousand soldiers.

"Hehe, young master, there is no need to be afraid. I just don't want her to hear our conversation. Don't worry, you are still useful to me, so I won't kill you."

Ying Ziqing removed the silver needles, and Han Yu, who had regained his mobility, did not shout or scream, but immediately dressed.

He then knelt down in front of Ying Ziqing with a thud and said respectfully, "My lord, I am Han Yu. Please give me any orders, General, if there is anything I can do."

Han Yu spoke extremely quickly, as if afraid that he would be cleaved in two by Ying Ziqing's blade before he could finish.

Seeing how shrewd Han Yu was, Ying Ziqing sneered inwardly. He was indeed a clever man who knew when to yield and when to stand firm.

He found a chair and sat down, looking down at Han Yu with a hint of seduction in his voice:

Do you want to be the king of Korea?

Han Yu, head bowed, trembled. To be the king of Han? Not the crown prince. Although he harbored such ambition, he still hesitated when asked so openly.

Ying Ziqing looked at the hesitant Han Yu, sighed softly, and placed the Greedy Wolf Blade on her lap, stroking it.

Han Yu shuddered, then without further hesitation, he honestly replied:

"Your Excellency, I have dreamed of it, but my strength is insufficient, so I dare not put it into practice."

Ying Ziqing's slender fingers tapped rhythmically on the scabbard in his hand.

"I can help you become the new king of Korea, but you must be my puppet."

Han Yu's expression changed, his face shifting between light and dark. He realized that Ying Ziqing only wanted to use his prince status to control the state of Han.

He claimed to be the King of Han, but in reality, he was just a puppet wearing a crown.

Ying Ziqing glanced at Han Yu, whose face was gloomy, and said indifferently:

"If you become my puppet, you can enjoy a few more years of wealth and honor. If you don't, another prince will die in Xinzheng City tomorrow."

Besides, I'm not discussing this with you.

Ying Ziqing raised her hand and injected a stream of extremely Yang internal energy into Han Yu's body.

Feeling the strange sensation in his heart, Han Yu knew he had no choice. Besides, even without him, there were other young masters to choose from.

Rather than die like this, I'd rather be a pleasure-seeking king for a few years.

Han Yu knelt down and kowtowed in Ying Ziqing's direction.

"It is an honor for a minor to be a puppet of an adult."