Zhuge Liang's Journey to Dominate the World: Starting from Another World

"This must be the son of Prime Minister Du of the Tang Dynasty!"

Before Kongming could even speak, An Lushan had already taken the initiative, smiling as he looked at Du Qingfeng as if he were a ridiculous clown.

Du Qingfeng's face stiffened. "It is indeed I. May I ask what you, this traitorous villain, have to say?"

An Lushan shook his head and chuckled, "Young Master Du is so agitated, I'm afraid he won't live more than three days!"

"How dare you speak to our Young Master Du like that?" At this moment, three cultivators beside Du Qingfeng jumped out to defend him.

"How dare you be so presumptuous, you mere Foundation Establishment cultivators!" Suddenly, the two men beside An Lushan appeared in front of the three cultivators, their figures flashing, and a golden core stage aura burst forth.

The three cultivators' expressions changed drastically, and they kept stealing glances at Kongming.

"It is not appropriate to resort to force on Governor Zhao's birthday. Brother An, could you spare this man for now?" Kongming shook his feather fan and looked at An Lushan.

These three cultivators were his newly recruited intelligence elites. He mustn't anger An Lushan and get killed in an instant; that would be a real injustice!

"Haha... Since Brother Zhuge says so, what else can I say!" An Lushan waved his hand, signaling the two cultivators to calm down.

Upon hearing this, Kongming was immediately startled. He had never revealed his name, yet An Lushan had seen through him in one sentence. Just as he had expected, this man had already uncovered his background.

Given An Lushan's methods, these things were bound to happen sooner or later, so Kongming stopped worrying about it.

Du Qingfeng's face darkened; he hadn't expected the two of them to speak of his life and death so casually. In the Tang Dynasty, the Du family was a behemoth; when had they ever suffered such humiliation?

"Who doesn't know that your An family was once nothing more than a dog kept by Li Chengqian, the Prince of Zhongshan? You two, stop putting on an act!"

Kongming was amused by this guy's low-level provocation.

An Lushan strode over and slapped Du Qingfeng across the face, the crisp sound echoing in the quiet banquet hall.

Five bright red finger marks instantly appeared on Du Qingfeng's face. He stared wide-eyed at An Lushan in disbelief.

"you!"

Du Qingfeng gritted his teeth, wanting to lash out, but with two Golden Core stage guards standing by An Lushan's side, he could only suppress his anger.

"Young Master Du, if you're wrong, you'll be punished!" An Lushan said calmly. "My An family is not the dog of Prince Li Chengqian of Zhongshan, but a loyal subject of the Tang Dynasty who was forced into rebellion by you. Do you understand?"

Du Qingfeng's face was extremely ugly. In the huge hall, not a single person spoke up for him, not even Zhao Jingmo, the host.

He finally understood what it meant to have no diplomacy when you're weak...

"you you you……"

Du Qingfeng was speechless for a moment.

"You just wait and see! We're coming..."

Enraged, Du Qingfeng led three cultivators away from the banquet hall.

"Get me reinforcements immediately! I want An Lushan dead, and that Zhuge Liang... I want them dead..."

After leaving the governor's mansion, Du Qingfeng roared loudly.

The losses and deceptions he suffered today are more than the sum of his entire twenty-plus years of experience. How could he possibly swallow this insult?

However, Kongming had also set an even bigger trap for him, so that he would understand that what is more terrifying than ghosts in this world is Kongming's methods, and that he was nothing more than a sacrifice...

The banquet was drawing to a close, and the guests began to leave one after another.

"Kongming cannot be kept alive, otherwise he will surely become a major threat!" Inside the post station, An Lushan frowned and said to the two Golden Core cultivators.

"Does the young prince mean to kill him immediately?" A Golden Core cultivator stared at An Lushan and asked directly.

"At today's banquet, I observed that this person also intended to win over Zhao Jingmo. Making a move now might arouse suspicion. Besides, my father was indeed just a subordinate of the Prince of Zhongshan back then, and he came for Li Guangling. Some things are better said than said. Let's put it aside for now!"

"As long as you are not acting out of personal greed, my Biyou Sect will fully support you!" the cultivator said again.

"Please rest assured, Elder Lao, I am not a narrow-minded or jealous person..." An Lushan pondered.

The fact that the three prefectures under the An family have been able to remain standing all these years is inseparable from An Lushan.

On the surface, An Tingjing was known as Prince An, but his son surpassed him a hundred or a thousand times in both strategy and courage.

Even the persuasion of the three major factions of the Ming Dynasty to secede from the Tang Dynasty was orchestrated by An Lushan, demonstrating his literary and military prowess.

The Biyou Sect recognized this quality in him and provided him with full support, hoping that he would one day rule the world...

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After leaving the prefectural capital, Kongming headed straight for Wanchun Garden. Zhu Ganglie, who had been left in the brothel for three days, was probably cursing his mother long ago.

"You damned pig demon, how dare you freeload! If you don't finish your work today, I'll have a celestial master skin you alive and make you pay for it by selling your flesh!"

"Hmph hmph hmph... What's the rush? You make me carry water and chop wood all day long, and you don't even feed me properly. Do you think I'm an ox or a horse?!"

"If you keep being stubborn, Xiao Hong, go and invite our revered immortal master here. This dead pigskin is itching for a fight again!"

As soon as Kongming entered the door, he saw the madam grabbing Zhu Bajie's ear and shouting curses.

This simpleton must have suffered a lot over the past three days; he's noticeably lost weight.

After all, in a large place like a state capital, many business owners will spend a lot of money to hire two or three cultivators to guard the area, in order to prevent encountering someone like Zhu Bajie.

"Don't call out, don't call out, I'll do it... I'll do it, okay!"

Zhu Ganglie, limping, was carrying a bucket of water and preparing to go out, but when he saw a person holding a feather fan at the door, he immediately rubbed his eyes, afraid that he was seeing things again.

These past few days I've fantasized countless times about a peerless hero, holding a feather fan, rescuing him from his misery!

"Ah... Big brother... It really is you! Where have you been these past few days? Look at the state I've been in..."

Once Zhu Bajie confirmed that he wasn't seeing things, he dropped the bucket, rushed to Kongming, and burst into tears.

These past three days have felt like an eternity to him. He has to do a lot of work every day, but he can't even get a decent meal. For him, it's like being in hell.

"Ganglie! Have you had enough fun these past few days? Are you feeling completely drained?" Kongming teased in a serious tone, barely suppressing his laughter.

"What a load of crap! You're draining me dry... I'm almost completely drained... I'm... I'm..." Zhu Bajie muttered aggrievedly, while secretly glancing at the madam, afraid that she would come over and pull his ear again.

Upon seeing Kongming's arrival, the madam put her hands on her hips and angrily cursed, "Look at your handsome appearance, I didn't expect you to be a freeloader. If you don't pay back your money today, don't even think about leaving my Wanchun Garden."

Kongming didn't waste any time. He took out twenty gold coins from his pocket and threw them over, treating it as paying for suffering. However, it was clear that the money wasn't spent on himself...