Evening of September 18th, one day before the coup.

Jiang Yi sent secret scouts up the mountain with word that all reinforcement forces had arrived. The Imperial Commissioner now commanded three hundred thousand mighty troops and was invincible – tonight they would attack.

Under the setting sun, four figures beneath the beacon tower were all silent. The foremost person wore a false mask, as if the evening glow had stretched long to become his colorful disguise. This man of far-reaching wisdom and foresight was one of the Eight Orthodox Sect Leaders, known as the blue-robed scholar – “Right Phoenix” Tang Shiqian, currently Nucang’s top strategist.

An important figure had come to the stronghold, bringing with him a helpless, solitary child and a piece of brilliant jade, forcing all the great elders into sleepless anxiety. The blue-robed scholar, hearing the news, had hurried back from Chang’an to the stronghold. With crisis ahead but also opportunity, everyone had secretly explored the enemy camp and met with Shaanxi Regional Commander Jiang Yi. If they wanted to turn the tables on the enemy, it wasn’t necessarily impossible.

But the whole matter had some difficulties… and these difficulties concerned the commander’s entire life – no one could decide for him.

On the left were Zhi Guan and Shajin, on the right the blue-robed scholar. These three had each experienced countless great storms and were all first-rate strategists of the current age. Zhi Guan was the leader of the military intelligence “Secret Eleven,” having witnessed countless sinister assassination methods. The blue-robed scholar was Nucang’s top strategist – once he arranged interconnected brilliant schemes, he was crafty and cunning without exception. That Shajin Shi Gang need not be mentioned – a hero from the northern lands with hands covered in blood, having killed countless thousands on battlefields. But though these men were decisive when decisions were needed, at this crucial moment none could make up their minds. The three looked at the tiger-like man beneath the beacon tower. This was his stronghold and his life – how to choose lay entirely in his single thought.

After a very long time, the blue-robed scholar said quietly: “General Qin, what exactly do you plan to do? It’s about time to decide.”

Hearing this, everyone felt a chill. The great leaders looked down the mountain – as far as the eye could see were masses of dark camps and fires. The court had mobilized all forces under heaven – altogether three hundred thousand troops once again besieging Nucang. This was an unprecedented offensive. That crouching black tiger under the great army’s siege was like a lonely island in the sea.

Hearing these words, Qin Zhonghai only turned his back to everyone, facing the beacon tower, his tall figure motionless.

Though Qin Zhonghai didn’t speak, everyone understood his difficulty clearly. Who had attracted these forces? Under the fierce assault of three hundred thousand troops, though Nucang occupied strategic positions that were easy to defend and hard to attack, this was ultimately a meaningless battle. Even if they won, they would still have to face the true strong enemy.

The Asura King… after the battle would be the moment of his appearance. Then the powerful minister would lead troops to surround the mountain. The stronghold would have just repelled Jingtai’s forces only to face the new emperor’s Imperial Guards. With vitality greatly damaged, how could they withstand a second wave of attacks? It seemed there was only the path of destruction.

To survive, they needed to cut off their arm like a strong man. Otherwise, they could only die gloriously on the battlefield, letting the Asura King easily unify the realm.

Qin Zhonghai pondered for a long time and said quietly: “Everyone, I want to talk with my master.” The blue-robed scholar shook his head: “General Qin, Elder Fang has always been straightforward and not skilled in political matters. If you want to ask him for guidance on escape, we might as well disband now – perhaps there would be fewer casualties.”

Hearing this, Qin Zhonghai’s head hung even lower. The blue-robed scholar sighed and glanced at Zhi Guan.

Understanding, Zhi Guan immediately said: “General, when Qianlong and Military Advisor Zhu met with us, he said he had something to tell you.”

“Left Dragon Right Phoenix, Five Tigers Below” – the three battles at Mount Song were earth-shaking, and Shaolin even lost an elder for this, showing Qianlong’s importance. Though this person was not currently part of the stronghold forces, his methods and schemes were first-rate, so his words must carry weight.

Qin Zhonghai bowed his head and said quietly: “Please speak, Master.”

Zhi Guan coughed, seeming to have difficulty speaking. After a long time, he finally said: “He said… he said playing house is fun, but ultimately… ultimately it cannot last long.”

Qin Zhonghai’s whole body shook violently as he suddenly turned around, his eyes full of anger. He laughed dryly: “He really said that?” Zhi Guan remained silently speechless but nodded. Qin Zhonghai looked up at the beacon tower and sighed: “Life… is truly bitter…” In an instant, his hair and beard stood on end as he howled to the sky, his expression like a demon king.

Everyone understood the commander had made his decision and immediately filed down the peak without another superfluous word. Zhi Guan said a few words to the blue-robed scholar and also went down the mountain himself, his figure seeming to head toward the court’s great camp.

On the evening of September 18th, Lu Yun came to the Hall of Loyalty and Righteousness accompanied by Tao Qing and Jie Tao. Looking up at the characters “Loyalty and Righteousness,” Lu Yun was naturally filled with emotion. Before the Shaolin battle, he had still been a court official strategizing for the country. Now, with things changed and stars shifted, after the Liu faction catastrophe, he had actually become a honored guest on the mountain. It was indeed cause for sighs.

At this time, the baby was being cared for by the stronghold’s military families, so Lu Yun was free and sat comfortably at the main table accompanied by Tao Qing. People came and went busily in the hall, and everyone who saw him bowed respectfully, calling him either “Prefect Lu” or “Lord Lu.” Such respect must be for Qin Zhonghai’s sake.

Lu Yun saw Nucang’s prosperity with talented people everywhere – famous generals and strategists like clouds and forests. Comparing this to the now-ruined Liu faction, his heart was naturally desolate. He glanced around and saw name plaques hanging on the high walls, reading in order: Fang Zijing, Qin Zhonghai, Blue-Robed Scholar, Shi Gang, Lu Guzhan, and other titles, all arranged in perfect order.

Tao Qing quietly observed and explained: “General Qin respects teachers and values learning. The top position in the stronghold is actually occupied by General Qin himself.” Lu Yun made a sound of acknowledgment, seeing that though Qin Zhonghai was only listed second, the real mountain lord was still “Fire Greedy Blade” Qin Zhonghai.

At this time, the great hall was brightly lit with dozens of round tables set up – clearly a heroes’ banquet would be held shortly. Chang Xuehen, Yan Er’niang, and others had all arrived. That “Little Lubu” Han Yi, who hadn’t been seen for several days, finally appeared.

This formerly simple fellow had already become a heroic figure with distinguished bearing. He wore military uniform and armor covered with mud and dust, showing signs of hard work. Yan Er’niang helped him remove his leather armor and loosen his equipment with quite intimate expressions. Though Lu Yun was familiar with Qin Zhonghai, he didn’t know the stronghold still had a “returning the bright pearl” story, nor did he know Qin Zhonghai had once had an unforgettable romance with Yan Er’niang.

Seeing him watching intently, Tao Qing continued: “Lord Lu, our stronghold currently has more military generals than civil officials, and that Qianlong hasn’t returned to the mountain, so Master Tang and Master Zhi Guan are quite busy. If another hero skilled in both civil and military arts joined, General Qin would certainly be overjoyed, and Master Lu would also be delighted.”

Hearing this, Lu Yun understood and thought: “He’s trying to recruit me.”

Lu Yun had achieved the highest degree and held seventh-rank position. His literary talent was deeply appreciated by the emperor, so his future could be said to be brilliantly promising. If Tao Qing had tried to recruit him a month ago, it would have been like seeking fish from a tree. But now the court situation had changed – the emperor was like a mad dragon, and ministers were being purged continuously. Lu Yun had long had thoughts of retiring. Hearing Tao Qing’s persuasion, he didn’t object and privately pondered: “Actually, joining the stronghold would be a way out. If Uncle Gu is also implicated by His Majesty, then we needn’t worry about anything more. Then I could bring the entire Gu family into the stronghold, and Qianxi and I could live together on the mountain in freedom – that would be quite happy.”

Though Lu Yun wasn’t eager to agree now, he was already considering future circumstances. If Gu Siyuan was convicted and imprisoned, he would risk his life to rescue him. Staying in Beijing then would be a dead end – better to join the stronghold. Though it would require some persuasion, barely living was better than dying well. With Gu Siyuan’s insight, as long as he could keep his family safe, he might not be unwilling. But if Second Concubine were brought to the stronghold, he wondered how she would react – would she fight with Yan Er’niang?

As Lu Yun was thinking, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Just then, footsteps sounded and several tall figures appeared at the main entrance. The first was an elderly white-haired man stepping through the door – it was the old general Li Tieshan. Beside him was a man with a serious expression and imposing thick eyebrows – Hao Zhenxiang. Lu Yun saw both wore military armor with faint bloodstains, and his heart naturally jumped. He quickly asked Tao Qing: “What’s really happening? Has fighting started below the mountain?”

Hearing the question, Tao Qing suddenly smiled: “The banquet is about to begin. I’m the stronghold’s wine steward and must lead the brothers in preparation.” He cupped his hands to Lu Yun and left.

Lu Yun chuckled, somewhat annoyed. Suddenly a large hand landed on his shoulder with a smile: “Brother, don’t worry – everyone below the mountain is our people.”

Lu Yun turned to see Qin Zhonghai had arrived. He had changed into black armor, holding a steel helmet in his left hand, looking very imposing. Behind him followed a military advisor – the blue-robed scholar. Several soldiers rushed up to pull out chairs for them both. Soon Shi Gang, Lu Guzhan, Han Yi, Li Tieshan, and other great generals had all arrived, the fierce generals lined up with extremely stern bearing. Everyone faced into the hall and bowed respectfully, waiting. Then an elderly man in long robes walked slowly forward – Fang Zijing had arrived.

At the hour of You on September 18th, with bright lights before the Hall of Loyalty and Righteousness, all the minor leaders of Twin Dragon Stronghold and the Hui officers from the Western Frontier Khanate gathered in the hall, with dozens of tables set – truly an unprecedented spectacle.

Eight people sat at the main table – except for Lu Yun, all were current Nucang leaders. Yan Er’niang, Xiang Tianshou, Hao Zhenxiang, Chang Xuehen each had their duties, with everyone leading their subordinates scattered among various tables. Ha Bu’er was Nucang’s head chef, so naturally it was time to see his great skills. Indeed, before the main dishes arrived, just the appetizing cold dishes numbered over ten varieties, truly dazzling. Tao Qing also brought fine wine – two jars per table. Seeing that most Nucang heroes were drunkards, and even scholars and monks could drink several cups, two jars would only be the foundation – when they really started competing in drinking, they would truly drink until cups and plates were in chaos.

While watching, Qin Zhonghai called over a monk-dressed man and whispered instructions in his ear. The man bowed respectfully and left the hall. Seeing Lu Yun staring intently at him, Qin Zhonghai immediately laughed heartily. He rose from his seat and said loudly: “Brother heroes, today I introduce to you all a good friend. This person was once my sworn brother, a friend unto death. Years ago when I suffered hardship in the capital, I relied on him to risk his future and rescue me – that’s why we have today’s grand banquet at Nucang.” He walked to Lu Yun’s side and smiled slightly: “Brother Lu, let everyone see your three heads and six arms.”

Hearing Qin Zhonghai praise him so highly, Lu Yun felt somewhat embarrassed. He raised his cup with both hands and stood up: “I am Lu Yun, traveling through the night to join your noble mountain. Tonight I’m fortunate to encounter this grand gathering – what happiness could compare?” He drank first in respect, draining his cup.

Lu Yun was the current top scholar and one of the Liu faction’s Four Generals. Lu Guzhan, Li Tieshan, Han Yi, Jie Tao, Tao Qing, Chang Xuehen, Yan Er’niang, and others all knew him and immediately applauded. Fang Zijing raised his cup and smiled: “Young man, it’s rare you’ve come to the stronghold, and you saved my disciple’s life. This old man also toasts you.”

What status did Fang Zijing have? When he raised his wine cup, hundreds of people in the hall immediately stood and called loudly: “To Prefect Lu!” Lu Yun was flustered, not knowing what to do. Lu Guzhan smiled slightly and filled a large bowl of wine for him: “Come, at a gathering of heroes, one should drink a great cup.”

Famous scholars throughout history were all good drinkers. Lu Yun had always had good alcohol tolerance, so drinking from a large bowl was no problem. He immediately raised the bowl and gulped it down while everyone clapped and cheered. After drinking, Ha Bu’er began serving dishes – mountain delicacies and hot stir-fries of every variety. Soon each table was finger-guessing and shouting – truly a prosperous scene.

After drinking for a while, Lu Yun felt comfortable and was about to toast Qin Zhonghai when he saw someone rush hurriedly through the door – a monk-dressed person who quickly approached the main table and spoke quietly with Qin Zhonghai. Lu Yun held his wine cup and watched in a daze as the two whispered. Qin Zhonghai immediately stood up, greeted his master, and headed toward the back of the hall. Then the blue-robed scholar and Shi Gang also left their seats – clearly some major matter had arisen.

With the three gone, only Fang Zijing, Lu Guzhan, Lu Yun, Han Yi, Li Tieshan, and others remained at the main table. Seeing empty seats at the main table, Chang Xuehen and Jie Tao immediately rushed over to sit down. Chang Xuehen even chatted extensively with Fang Zijing – probably hoping to see if there was still a chance to become a disciple and be a final student.

Everyone drank merrily, but Lu Yun looked worried. Seeing Qin Zhonghai leave his seat, he feared it was due to troubles with the situation below the mountain. He saw Lu Guzhan sitting beside him and quickly asked: “Master Lu, what exactly is the origin of those troops below the mountain? Why do they keep surrounding us without leaving?”

Lu Guzhan stroked his beard and smiled: “Rebellion means fighting – when soldiers come, generals block them; when water comes, earth dams it. The more we fight, the more prosperous we become. What’s to fear?”

Lu Yun knew Lu Guzhan’s abilities, so hearing his confidence naturally put him much more at ease. Looking again at the soldiers laughing and talking cheerfully with no one caring about the military situation below, it seemed the Nucang heroes, having fought many battles over the years, truly didn’t put anything in their eyes – ready to die wrapped in horse leather.

Lu Guzhan filled a large bowl of wine for Lu Yun and smiled: “Yun’er, you’ve now served as an official and achieved the top degree – you only lack experiencing the taste of rebellion. Would you like to try?”

Years ago, Lu Guzhan had advised Lu Yun to join Twin Dragon Stronghold, but because he was focused on fame and achievement then, he hadn’t agreed. Now it was almost a natural progression – just one step away. With Liu Angtian’s downfall and court ministers barely surviving day to day, Lu Yun had long had this intention. He raised his bowl in toast: “To raise the banner of righteousness, this student has no second thoughts. But when the time comes, with many mouths to feed at home, I’ll need Master Lu’s small favor.”

Lu Guzhan naturally understood Lu Yun’s concerns and immediately laughed heartily: “Small matter! Small matter! Minister Gu stands aloof from factions and maintains his integrity – he’s considered an upright gentleman of this dynasty. I’ve heard of him even in Jiangnan. When the time comes, if you can’t persuade him, watch your Master Lu.” Lu Yun was overjoyed and immediately drained his wine in three gulps. Lu Guzhan also toasted him, and the two discussed literature and martial arts – sometimes testing a few couplets, sometimes talking about the Peerless Continuous Fist technique – looking quite happy.

While drinking, a soldier came behind Lu Yun and bowed: “Lord Lu, General Qin has business to discuss with you. Please come out for a moment.” Lu Yun made a sound of acknowledgment and looked toward Lu Guzhan, who smiled broadly: “Go quickly and return quickly – Master Lu will wait here for you.”

Lu Yun put down his chopsticks and immediately followed the messenger, walking one after the other toward the back of the hall. Passing the table of western frontier Hui generals, Guli Han, A’mo Han, and others were drinking. Seeing Lu Yun pass by, they immediately gestured for him to come drink. Lu Yun smiled: “Elder brother, no need for gestures – I understand the Hui language.”

Guli Han was overjoyed. Since coming to Nucang, he’d lived daily like a mute eating bitter herbs, unable to express himself. Rarely meeting a fellow speaker, he was immediately delighted and said urgently: “Brother, from your accent, are you from the Eastern City?”

Lu Yun smiled: “Elder brother, you’re mistaken. I’m Han Chinese, but I accompanied a princess in a marriage alliance, so I understand the Hui language.”

Ning Ning Han and others were surprised and delighted, saying: “You mean Princess Yinchuan?” Lu Yun nodded and smiled: “Do you all know Her Highness?” That Ming’er Han, being the eldest sister, quickly nodded: “We three sisters were ordered to protect the princess for over a year – she’s the kindest person…” Everyone pulled Lu Yun to sit down and talked desperately. The messenger coughed and said to Lu Yun: “Lord Lu, General Qin is still waiting for you.”

Lu Yun exclaimed and immediately cupped his hands apologetically: “Sorry, I have some business – I’ll come drink again in a moment.” The women were reluctant to let him go but couldn’t force him to stay, so they made him drink two more cups before letting him leave.

In just half an hour, Lu Yun had drunk two large bowls plus dozens of cups. With alcohol rising, he already felt dizzy and lightheaded. If Qin Zhonghai came to drink with him again, he might vomit on the spot. He smiled bitterly and followed the messenger to the back of the hall, where he saw a tremendously vast chamber behind the great hall – high beams and deep interior, silent and empty, completely different from the noise outside.

“Brother Lu.” A deep, powerful shout broke the silence. In the emptiness, Qin Zhonghai’s voice seemed somewhat lonely. Lu Yun turned to see three chairs arranged in a corner of the hall with all three Nucang leaders sitting there. Lu Yun walked over, bowed respectfully to the blue-robed scholar and Shi Gang, and sat beside Qin Zhonghai. A soldier brought hot tea, which Lu Yun accepted and immediately sipped, smiling: “Zhonghai, you called for me?”

Qin Zhonghai sat sideways in the wide wooden chair with his legs crossed high. His two fingers supporting his cheek, he smiled: “Brother, do you know what this place is?” Lu Yun looked around, seeing the place was shadowy and vast but without much furniture, and immediately smiled: “So empty – is this a place for martial arts practice?”

Qin Zhonghai smiled without answering, but Shi Gang spoke for him in a low voice that echoed throughout the great hall: “This is where Nucang brothers lie in state.”

The scene took a sharp turn as the atmosphere became somewhat eerie. Lu Yun felt his hair stand on end as he looked around: “A place for lying in state?” Shi Gang nodded, and the blue-robed scholar added: “If our mountain warriors die in battle, they’re all brought here for the brothers to pay their respects.” He pointed to the center of the hall: “One year when the court besieged the mountain, with fierce battles and great danger, we fought for over half a year. This entire great hall was filled with corpses. Lord Lu, can you imagine that tragic scene?”

Lu Yun was silent as death, imagining the scene of carnage and couldn’t help but sigh.

The blue-robed scholar sighed: “Lord Lu, as military advisor, for the sake of our stronghold brothers’ lives and property, I’ve been unable to act freely these many years. I hope you’ll understand my difficulties.” Lu Yun asked strangely: “Difficulties? What do you mean?”

Hearing this, the blue-robed scholar immediately shook his head without speaking, while Qin Zhonghai sighed quietly. Shi Gang said quietly: “Lord Lu, for the future of our mountain brothers, we want to ask you for something – please agree.”

Lu Yun wasn’t well acquainted with him, so hearing him speak so politely, he said hastily: “If there’s anything requiring my service, General, please just command.”

Shi Gang said no more and lightly waved his hand backward in a gesture. Immediately footsteps sounded as several soldiers with lowered heads brought several items and placed them on the tea table. Lu Yun could see clearly – among them was his own bundle he’d brought to the stronghold. The bundle had been opened, with the jade seal, ancient book, official salary silver notes, and Yunmeng treasure sword arranged neatly. Lu Yun was full of puzzlement and was about to ask when he suddenly heard happy laughter. Looking sideways, he saw a child placed on the tea table, holding a wooden ball and playing happily.

At this time, several soldiers carried over a large wooden box, though its purpose was unclear. Lu Yun held the baby, his heart filled with anxious uncertainty. He swallowed and said quietly: “Zhonghai, what… what is this all about?”

Qin Zhonghai lowered his head to drink tea and said faintly: “Don’t ask too many questions. Just follow my instructions and you’ll be able to reunite with your family and safely pass through this great disaster.”

Lu Yun felt somewhat afraid and looked toward the blue-robed scholar, but saw the Nine Flower Sect Leader’s expression was grave as he avoided Lu Yun’s gaze. Just then, Qin Zhonghai suddenly raised his head, his gaze like lightning staring directly at Lu Yun. Lu Yun was somewhat frightened and said hastily: “Zhonghai, what… what exactly do you want to do?”

Qin Zhonghai’s gaze was deep as he said quietly: “To be frank, I want to ask this baby to save our brothers’ lives.” Lu Yun mumbled: “Save lives? He’s just a child… what can he save you from?”

Qin Zhonghai narrowed his tiger eyes: “Battle with the court is imminent. I sent people to delay and seek peace, and the Imperial Commissioner set three conditions…” He picked up the jade seal and tossed it lightly: “This is the first item.” He glanced slightly sideways, and a soldier immediately understood, opening the wooden box. Immediately a stench burst forth, reeking with decay. Lu Yun looked hastily and saw inside was clearly a man’s corpse, his face rotten but wearing the same clothes Lu Yun had worn when climbing the mountain. Qin Zhonghai sighed: “This is the second item.”

Lu Yun’s teeth chattered as he said sadly: “And the third item?”

Qin Zhonghai pointed toward the baby but said nothing more.

Lu Yun opened his mouth wide and immediately understood. Tears filled his eyes as he said with a trembling voice: “You… you want to hand this child over?”

Qin Zhonghai closed his eyes and nodded.

His good friend hadn’t said a word, yet it struck like thunder from a clear sky. Lu Yun was struck as if by lightning, collapsing in his chair, already speechless with despair.

The great hall was completely quiet, as if even breathing had become heavy. After a long time, Lu Yun was the first to make a sound – a sorrowful sob. He covered his face with his hands and wept: “Why must it be this way? Isn’t there any other solution?”

The blue-robed scholar said quietly: “The emperor and Liu Angtian have long had grievances. In the past, the Empress Dowager held them back, so no conflict erupted. Now that Grand Commander Liu is involved in political strife, the emperor deeply hates him and has ordered his entire family killed – not one may escape.”

Seeing Lu Yun’s face like death as he held the baby with trembling hands, Shi Gang sighed: “We’re sorry. We went down the mountain to find child corpses as substitutes, but the roads were blocked and people relocated. Searching everywhere, we only found two female infants around one month old within a hundred li – they really wouldn’t work, so we didn’t bring them up. We had no choice – please forgive us.”

Seeing soldiers approaching and waiting, Lu Yun couldn’t help but cry out in pain. For nearly a month, he had risked his life caring for this child, and they had unconsciously developed deep affection like father and son. How could he bear to let the baby die?

He held the child and wept continuously. The little baby, hearing the crying, was immediately affected and began wailing as well.

The hall filled with crying, making it even more eerily frightening. Shi Gang didn’t know how to console him and stood up, saying quietly: “You chat first – I’ll go out for a drink.”

With such a deadly atmosphere, the blue-robed scholar sighed and was about to persuade, but Qin Zhonghai knew the blue-robed scholar was deeply scheming and would certainly speak deceptively to Lu Yun. He raised his hand to stop the speaking and walked to Lu Yun’s side, crouching down to personally persuade him.

Qin Zhonghai faced Lu Yun and said: “Brother, we two have a friendship of shared life and death. I won’t deceive you today – if this child is sent to the military camp, he will certainly die.” Lu Yun wept profusely, unable to speak. Qin Zhonghai crouched beside Lu Yun and grasped his hand: “I told you during the day that I hope you can live peacefully and happily your whole life. I meant it sincerely.”

Lu Yun held the baby and said hoarsely: “Zhonghai, I know, but… but can we just abandon him like this? He’s Grand Commander Liu’s son! We can’t! You must help him!”

Seeing his grief and tears, Qin Zhonghai couldn’t help but sigh: “Brother, I can spare him. But… I need you to trade something for him.”

Lu Yun gritted his teeth and held back tears: “Zhonghai, as long as we can save this child, Lu Yun is willing to take his place!”

Qin Zhonghai smiled bitterly: “Brother, you’re only gambling with your life – that’s not enough. You must bring out what you’re most unwilling to part with.”

Lu Yun said with a trembling voice: “You… what do you mean…”

Qin Zhonghai’s gaze carried compassion as he said softly: “Miss Gu, your top scholar degree – I want you to give up your woman, your achievement. From woman to degree to reputation to wealth – you must give up everything.” Lu Yun looked puzzled, only staring in bewilderment, then heard his good friend say quietly: “Understand? My good brother, you have only two paths before you. One path is to abandon this child, then return peacefully to be a prefect, a military advisor, a bridegroom – happy for a lifetime. But the other path is…” He gently caressed Lu Yun’s face and said tenderly: “Having nothing at all. Body crippled, woman gone, rank lost – bare like a turtle without its shell.”

Lu Yun’s whole body shook violently, his lips trembling as he mumbled. Then he heard Qin Zhonghai say: “Brother, as long as you can cast aside Miss Gu and abandon your aspirations to die alone in battle, I’ll stake all the mountain brothers and go die with you.” He stared at Lu Yun and continued: “Conversely… if you’re only half-hearted, wanting to dump someone on me and have my mountain brothers die in vain while you return to Beijing to be a rich man and embrace your wife – brother, ah brother, please forgive Qin Zhonghai’s ruthlessness. I cannot agree.”

The two men locked eyes. Though Qin Zhonghai’s gaze was gentle, it was very resolute. He firmly grasped Lu Yun’s hand: “Choose, my good brother.”

Lu Yun’s whole body trembled, his eyes showing both fear and incomprehension. Suddenly he let out a tragic scream, instantly throwing off Qin Zhonghai’s hand and shrieking: “I don’t want to choose!” He held the baby, grabbed his bundle, and charged out of the back hall with his head down.

Seeing his good friend so heartbroken, Qin Zhonghai sighed deeply. For a moment he didn’t pursue, only lowering his head in silence. The blue-robed scholar patted Qin Zhonghai’s back and said quietly: “Let’s go settle this. Zhi Guan is still in the enemy camp with his life in constant danger.”

At this moment, heroes throughout the mountain were still drinking when they suddenly saw Lu Yun running frantically with gritted teeth, charging out from behind the hall with his face covered in tears. Several cooks carrying dishes nearly collided with him. Seeing Lu Yun rush out, Shi Gang’s heart jumped, knowing Qin Zhonghai’s persuasion had failed. He blocked the path and said in a deep voice: “Little brother, let’s talk this through.”

Lu Yun cried out loudly: “Don’t stop me! I want to go down the mountain!”

Fearing he might cause trouble, Shi Gang’s large hand shot out like lightning to restrain him. Lu Yun was both mentally distraught and facing Shi Gang’s truly superior martial arts – his pressure points were immediately seized. The baby, frightened, began crying even more pitifully.

Though Lu Yun’s vital points were controlled, his hands and feet still struggled violently. He was closest to Yan Er’niang’s table and kicked wildly, immediately toppling several stools. Hearing the baby crying, Yan Er’niang quickly turned to look and suddenly saw Lu Yun being held by Shajin. In her surprise, she put down her wine cup and said anxiously: “What’s wrong? What happened?” Just as she was about to stand, Tao Qing had already grasped her sleeve and shook his head: “Elder sister, don’t go over.”

Tao Qing was always meticulous. Though he didn’t know the whole story’s ins and outs, the blue-robed scholar had instructed him to attend Lu Yun these past two days and had conveyed certain secrets to him. So seeing Lu Yun’s condition, he could more or less guess the reason.

Seeing Lu Yun acting like a madman, Shi Gang couldn’t help but sigh. He wanted to use internal force to knock him unconscious temporarily. But Lu Yun’s Wujue Heart Method was self-created – though his power wasn’t as deep as the Five Tiger Generals, it had its unique aspects, so he couldn’t subdue him immediately. Fearing to damage Lu Yun’s meridians, Shi Gang reached out to press his pressure points.

Just then, an enormously tall figure blocked his way, catching Shi Gang’s hand and saying in a deep voice: “Release this child.”

Shi Gang looked back to see the newcomer had a face like jade but a physique as massive as his own – “Jiangdong Sail Shadow” Lu Guzhan had arrived!

Suddenly seeing his savior, Lu Yun immediately collapsed to the ground and cried loudly: “Master Lu! Save us! They want to hand over the Grand Commander’s son! Save us!” Upon hearing this, the entire hall erupted in discussion. Yan Er’niang was also shocked and quickly looked at Tao Qing, hearing “Golden Turtle” sigh and gently nod.

Suddenly hearing Lu Yun’s words, though Lu Guzhan was the stronghold’s number one scholarly general, he hadn’t heard of this grand plan and was naturally greatly astonished. He looked sternly at Shi Gang: “Brother Shi, is this true?”

Shi Gang’s expression was desolate as he said quietly: “This matter has nothing to do with you – don’t interfere.” Lu Guzhan laughed grimly: “Absurd. What matter at Nucang Mountain has nothing to do with me?” He immediately protected Lu Yun behind him with no intention of moving aside.

Shi Gang approached, and the two great masters each extended a palm. Palm against palm, their equally powerful true energy collided, creating a tremendous sound that shook countless bowls and chopsticks in the hall. The great noise finally alarmed everyone. The soldiers in the hall had been drinking and eating when they suddenly heard this earth-shaking sound. They looked over in panic to see Shi and Lu confronting each other – all were stunned.

The two northeastern generals had followed Qin Baxian and were the stronghold’s premier veteran ministers. Truly speaking, all current soldiers and forces of the stronghold were their subordinates. Seeing the two ministers with killing intent, showing no quarter, the generals panicked. Li Tieshan, also a stronghold veteran, was the first to rush out and shout: “What are you doing! How did you start fighting?”

Xiao Lubu, Hao Zhenxiang, Xiang Tianshou, and others were full of shock, whispering to each other to investigate the inside story. But Fang Zijing only observed quietly without comment.

Lu Guzhan’s face showed displeasure as he said coldly: “Brother Shi, these past days the troops below the mountain haven’t attacked, and we haven’t fought – skulking there in stalemate – is it all for this baby?” Shi Gang’s eyes showed sorrow and gloom. He didn’t reply, only looking toward the back of the hall waiting for Qin Zhonghai to emerge. Lu Guzhan shouted angrily: “What exactly are you all scheming? Speak clearly!”

His great roar was mighty and imposing. Suddenly, as if responding to Lu Guzhan’s thunderous angry shout, something exploded outside the Hall of Loyalty and Righteousness – a tremendous rumbling sound. Wood chips fell from the beams, and the great hall shook continuously. Xiang Tianshou exclaimed: “That’s a Shenwu cannon! The court has started attacking!” Everyone was greatly alarmed and stood up to investigate.

Shi Gang glanced at Lu Guzhan and said quietly: “Understand now?” Lu Guzhan said coldly: “No.” Shi Gang sighed: “Old brother, thirty thousand against three hundred thousand – you still don’t understand?” Lu Guzhan said faintly: “Even if the enemy had three million, I wouldn’t fear them.”

Shi Gang laughed heartily and said sternly: “Do you think I’m joking? There’s no three thousand, three hundred, or three million – our strong enemy holds only one supreme card, and that is… Emperor Wu Ying!” He pointed forward and roared: “Understand now?”

Lu Guzhan’s whole body shook. Just then, another cannon fired from below the mountain, this shot hitting near the Hall of Loyalty and Righteousness like heaven collapsing and earth splitting, further emphasizing the power of these words. The soldiers in the hall, hearing that earth-shaking, intimidating sound, immediately shouted that they wanted to go down the mountain to fight the enemy. Shi Gang shouted: “Everyone sit still and wait for General Qin to come out and give orders!” Hearing this, everyone quickly sat down, though their eyes still glanced toward outside the hall, clearly very disturbed.

Seeing Lu Yun still hiding behind Lu Guzhan, Shi Gang strode forward grimly: “Old Lu, step aside. We won’t make things difficult for Lord Lu – we only want this baby. Killing one small child to preserve our stronghold’s foundation for decades – why not make this trade?”

Lu Guzhan shook his head and blocked the path with his hand, not yielding an inch. Shi Gang gritted his silver teeth and turned his head away: “Fine, fine – according to the old rules from years past, let’s fight.” He said no more and immediately drew his blade. Lu Guzhan said not a word but also untied his horse whip.

Xiang Tianshou, Yan Er’niang, Li Tieshan, and others saw this situation with tears filling their eyes. Every veteran understood that this moment was identical to that scene from years past – the night before capitulation, when Qin Baxian and Fang Zijing used force to decide. Finally, the Sword King severed ties and the Stone Tiger retreated to the martial world, after which Nucang was destroyed. The identical scene was now to be repeated…

At this time, the blue-robed scholar had also returned to the great hall. Seeing the two veteran generals fighting while other stronghold heroes discussed frantically, he understood that Nucang’s fate hung on tonight – if handled carelessly, the stronghold would split. As the stronghold’s strategist, he naturally had to strongly advise. He immediately stepped forward: “Guzhan, the coup is imminent. Even if we can withstand three hundred thousand government troops’ fierce attack, after several months of intense battle, how many of us will remain? When the court’s real main forces arrive, who will deal with them? If Nucang is to be destroyed, these subordinates will die without burial places. What do you say?”

Several questions in succession, accompanied by thunderous cannon fire, made the situation even more forbidding and urgent.

Shi Gang gritted his teeth: “Old Lu! You also know about the secret memorial! What kind of person is that Liu Angtian that’s worth you protecting him like this? Answer me!”

The last few sentences were harsh in tone, already like scolding. Lu Guzhan narrowed his eyes, and after a long while suddenly shook his head: “Gentlemen, some things, no matter how difficult, cannot and should not be done. If we do them, how can we face the Grand Commander after death?”

At the mention of Qin Baxian’s benevolent life and the founder’s great name, everyone fell silent. Suddenly hearing a “clang,” Shi Gang had thrown his blade to the ground. He covered his face and howled sadly: “Woman’s kindness! Is it woman’s kindness again? Liu Angtian was the guarantor for capitulation! Will the Grand Commander be happy if Nucang is destroyed again for his son?” His words seemed like crying and shouting.

Suddenly, the child in Lu Yun’s arms sensed everyone’s sorrow and began crying again. Everyone’s eyes turned toward them. Lu Yun could see clearly that though these people weren’t speaking, their eyes were filled with grief, resentment, or incomprehension, as if hating him for coming to Nucang. Lu Yun became frightened. He cried out in alarm, held the child, and charged straight toward the hall entrance, trying to escape down the mountain. Shi Gang came to his senses and immediately shouted: “Stop him!”

Jie Tao, Tao Qing, and Xiang Tianshou were the first to rush forward, hastily trying to block Lu Yun. Looking like a madman, he held the baby with his left arm and drew “Yunmengze” with his right hand, crying: “Get away! I want to go down the mountain! I don’t want to be here!” Lu Yun was Qin Zhonghai’s lifesaver and could be said to be an honored guest of the mountain, so naturally no one dared truly fight him. Tao Qing hastily advised: “Mr. Lu, don’t be afraid – we’re not trying to capture you. Please calm down first.” Lu Yun paid no attention to what he said and immediately shouted, rushing toward the main entrance.

Lu Yun turned and ran, nearly colliding with someone. Before him stood a stern high wall – eight feet four inches tall, holding a blade in one hand. It was Qin Zhonghai.

General Qin and Prefect Lu stood facing each other. The eight-foot-two-inch top scholar held his sword in his right hand, embracing the baby, and cried loudly: “Zhonghai! Are you going to stop me too?” Qin Zhonghai shook his head: “Put the child down – you’ll get yourself killed.”

Lu Yun paid no attention and instead stepped forward. He lifted the baby high and brought him before Qin Zhonghai, saying sadly: “Look at him!” Seeing Qin Zhonghai ignore him, he immediately shrieked frantically: “Look at him!”

Qin Zhonghai’s thick eyebrows raised slightly as he stared at the child. At this moment, the baby was right before him, only inches away. He saw the child crying “ah ah” with hands and feet struggling constantly, seeming very afraid of him. Lu Yun gritted his teeth, held back tears, and choked: “Look at him – he’s just a child… His father is Liu Angtian, his mother is Seventh Lady – you know them both. Can you bear to let him die?”

Hearing “Seventh Lady,” Qin Zhonghai couldn’t help but tremble slightly in his shoulders. He looked away and sighed quietly but said nothing. Lu Yun said sadly: “Zhonghai! In the past, you and I shared life and death. If you remember our friendship, then spare this child!”

Cannon fire rumbled continuously as the situation grew critical. Qin Zhonghai looked up speechless, his expression silent but serious. Everyone in the hall was silent, all waiting for his response. After a long while, Qin Zhonghai turned his back and said quietly: “Good brother, let me help you.”

He sighed softly with his back to Lu Yun. Suddenly, he roared loudly, his figure spinning around as the blade flashed – the sword edge struck directly toward the baby’s forehead.

The sudden change shocked all the soldiers in the hall. Qin Zhonghai’s blade technique was divine – after opening the Six Meridians of Yin and Yang, his martial arts had reached grandmaster level. To kill the baby before Lu Yun’s eyes would be easy, especially since he had first turned his back to relax his opponent’s guard. Even if Ning Bufan personally arrived or Zhuo Lingzhao were resurrected, at this moment they could only wound Qin Zhonghai but no one could make him withdraw his steel blade. The baby was doomed to die.

Lu Yun was terrified beyond words. Seeing the steel blade reach the baby’s forehead, cutting through the space between his eyebrows and drawing blood, Lu Yun howled and suddenly lunged forward, using his own forehead to block the blade! In that flash of lightning and thunder, the steel blade was stained red as hot blood spurted from Lu Yun’s forehead. His gaze was desolate, filled with deep incomprehension. In an instant, his body swayed and he slowly collapsed backward, motionless.

Qin Zhonghai watched blood flow from his good friend’s forehead, running down his nose bridge. He opened his mouth wide, his face full of shock. Since the two had met in the capital and become sworn brothers unto death, now his own steel blade had actually struck his friend’s forehead? Qin Zhonghai’s mouth corners twitched, and his large hand gripping the blade handle trembled slightly. For a long, long time, he couldn’t move at all. The blue-robed scholar and others were shocked and rushed forward. Chang Xuehen said with a trembling voice: “Boss, you… you killed him…”

Qin Zhonghai was so shaken he couldn’t speak. He crouched down and was about to embrace Lu Yun when a woman rushed over, pushing him away, then hitting and biting him while crying loudly: “No! I don’t want this kind of stronghold! Qin Zhonghai, I’d rather go back to running an inn! You can’t become like this… you can’t!” The woman’s face was covered with tears – it was Yan Er’niang. Qin Zhonghai gritted his teeth and lowered his head, letting Yan Er’niang strike his cheeks. The heroes in the hall were either shocked or frightened. Lu Guzhan covered his face speechlessly, Shajin lowered his head and sighed. At this moment, even the cannon fire had stopped – except for Yan Er’niang’s crying, there was no other sound.

The blue-robed scholar took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood from Lu Yun’s and the baby’s faces. Instantly, he saw the blade marks on both their foreheads. Qin Zhonghai’s blade had struck too quickly – first hitting the baby, then Lu Yun, both cuts exactly between the eyebrows, about half an inch long. But fortunately, though the blade had cut into their foreheads, it hadn’t broken through to the brain. Qin Zhonghai’s internal power was so strong that he had reached the realm of perfect control – he had actually withdrawn his blade and stopped its force the instant Lu Yun rushed forward, thus preserving both their lives. But the blue-robed scholar understood in his heart that Qin Zhonghai had struck with such force because he truly intended to kill the baby. Without Lu Yun’s desperate intervention, no one in the world could have saved that child.

Suddenly, they heard a scout shouting from outside the hall: “General Qin! Master Zhi Guan says we can’t wait any longer! The court’s great army is about to attack the mountain!”

With great enemies before them, Qin Zhonghai suddenly awakened. He pushed away Yan Er’niang and bent down to pick up the baby. Just then, a large hand reached out first, scooping the baby into his arms one step ahead. Qin Zhonghai looked intently and saw an elderly man standing before him, looking at him with a half-smile.

Master had arrived.

Qin Zhonghai took a deep breath: “Master, give me the child.” Fang Zijing squinted his old eyes: “Zhonghai, if I hand over the child, you would have died long ago.” Hearing this, Qin Zhonghai only looked confused. Fang Zijing lifted the little baby and waved him before his disciple, saying with a faint smile: “Do you remember? That little baby called Wenyuan?”

Seeing his disciple’s whole body shake violently, Fang Zijing smiled slightly and shouldered Lu Yun, stuffing his bundle into his bosom, then turned to leave.

Qin Zhonghai lowered his head and gritted his teeth, instantly blocking his way with arms spread wide, not letting his master leave. Fang Zijing smiled and stared at his disciple, asking: “Zhonghai, do you want to pass the final test?” Qin Zhonghai’s eyes widened, not understanding his meaning. Fang Zijing faced his beloved disciple and smiled: “You’ve abandoned your lover and cast aside your brothers – you’re still missing the final test…” The Sword King unbuttoned his shirt and bared his chest before his disciple, saying with a smile: “Come, kill your master. Once you pass the final test, you’ll be invincible under heaven.”

Qin Zhonghai’s eyes widened enormously while Fang Zijing laughed heartily and stepped forward. The two drew closer and closer, from feet to inches, until their breathing was audible. Finally, Qin Zhonghai tilted his shoulder and stepped aside.

Master and disciple brushed past each other. Fang Zijing patted his disciple’s shoulder and said quietly: “Zhonghai, farewell. We master and disciple are no longer on the same path.” He instantly crossed the threshold and left the hall, immediately disappearing into the darkness.

Hearing his master’s final instruction, Qin Zhonghai was struck as if by lightning, his body swaying unsteadily. Suddenly hearing a loud crash, cannon fire like thunder struck directly at the Hall of Loyalty and Righteousness. Distant cries from frightened stronghold soldiers could be heard. Just then, a man covered in blood rolled hastily through the hall entrance – it was Zhi Guan, screaming: “General Qin! What exactly are you doing? The enemy army is about to attack the mountain! What should we do?”

The great hall was filled with cries of alarm and weeping, mixed with heroes’ curses and angry roars – it had become complete chaos. The blue-robed scholar and Shajin exchanged glances, both smiling bitterly without words. Master Lu had collapsed in his chair, his face covered with confused tears, his mouth seeming to confide something to Qin Baxian. The other heroes like Han Yi, Li Tieshan, and Hao Zhenxiang were either dumbstruck or full of shock, all not knowing what to do.

Zhi Guan rushed over and grabbed Qin Zhonghai’s shoulders, shouting: “General Qin! What should we do? Answer me!”

Qin Zhonghai was stunned like a wooden chicken. He didn’t answer Zhi Guan’s question because even he didn’t know what to do.

Master was gone, his good friend was gone – what remained was only chaos and crying, just like a nightmare. He stared blankly at the panicked crowd in the hall. These people’s lives all rested on his shoulders, but without the jade seal, without the baby, this struggle… had he ultimately still lost? Was rebuilding Nucang ultimately just playing house?

Lost. Nucang Mountain was utterly defeated. Qin Zhonghai was unworthy of being called a hero. The one who fought with Jingtai until both sides were wounded wasn’t the enemy – it was himself.

Qin Zhonghai showed a bitter smile and looked up at the endless night sky. That proud figure dominating Beijing was just smiling and watching him. He had not only dismantled the Liu faction’s military power – he also wanted to destroy Nucang Mountain. He had won. Once he started killing, he was never merciful. That person had finally struck down all military forces under heaven in one blow and was about to smoothly claim a peaceful Buddhist kingdom.

The strong enemy’s smile carried mockery and contempt. That figure raised his wine cup as if softly saying: “The only heroes under heaven are you and me.”

Qin Zhonghai’s thick eyebrows furrowed tightly, angry lines appearing on his nose bridge. Suddenly, his eyes blazed with fierce fighting spirit as he raised his voice in an angry roar:

“Come! Open the stronghold gates! Let the court’s forces come up! All armies must not obstruct them!”

Hearing this, everyone was shocked beyond measure. Qin Zhonghai walked toward the hall exterior, raising his hand high and shouting: “Lower the Nucang military flag and raise the court’s sun and moon banner!” Shi Gang’s teeth chattered as he said in alarm: “General Qin… you… what are you doing…” The blue-robed scholar pulled him back and shook his head with a bitter smile, signaling Shi Gang not to interfere.

Qin Zhonghai said nothing. He looked at his master’s lonely figure on the mountain path and suddenly his knees touched the ground – he had actually knelt down. No one had ever seen Qin Zhonghai kneel, so they were greatly shocked. Dark clouds covered the moon as Qin Zhonghai’s figure disappeared into the night. Only his voice could be heard, low and deep, barely distinguishable: “Zhi Guan… please go down the mountain to report – say that Qin Zhonghai opens the stronghold in surrender, kneeling to welcome the Imperial Commissioner…”

They heard the cries and screams of believers – among them Shajin’s angry shouts, Li Tieshan’s attempts at dissuasion, Yan Er’niang’s weeping, and Xiao Lubu’s exclamations. But no matter how much noise everyone made, the figure sunk in darkness would not respond.

This struggle wasn’t over yet. The Nucang commander, gritting his silver teeth, was struggling with his last chance at survival.

At the end of the You hour on September 18th, the court’s Imperial Commissioner stepped onto the great Nucang stronghold for the first time in thirty years. He looked at the commander kneeling on the ground and asked with a smile:

“Eh? You’re Qin Zhonghai?”

“Yes, I am Qin Zhonghai.”

“I don’t think you look right – aren’t you only about thirty years old?”

“Your Excellence, I am thirty-four.”

“Hehe, then your hair… how did it become so white?”

“The east wind awakens the hero’s dream, tomorrow tears will wet a head full of white hair.” At this moment of graying temples, a brilliant star had already risen on the horizon. From this time forward, the realm would be divided in two – court and Nucang standing as equals. The age of chaos had finally arrived.