Zhan Jiujie is dead.

It was a very frustrating death.

As a master of the Fiery Fire Realm, the disciples of the Paradise Palace around the Bailang brothers were no match for him at all.

But he was too arrogant...

Also, after the collapse of the spiritual power of heaven and earth, many sects closed their mountain gates and retreated from the world. Over the long years, the current cultivation community has almost lost all impression of the various methods used by other sects.

A cup of fragrant tea with added ingredients allowed a group of disciples from the Paradise Palace who were at the Furnace Realm to easily defeat Zhan Jiujie.

His entire body of cultivation turned into a ten-fold tonic pill. Relying on his cultivation, several female disciples of the Paradise Palace were able to ascend to heaven in one step and almost reached the critical point of breaking through the Fiery Realm.

All his belongings were looted away, and Zhan Jiujie, who was stripped naked, was hung on the flagpole and hung on the gate tower of Anping Pass.

That night.

In the mountains and forests.

A dozen masters from the Battle Demon Palace stood quietly on the top of the mountain, using the light of the torches on the city gate tower to look at Zhan Jiujie who was hanging on the flagpole and swaying gently in the night breeze.

A girl who was quite beautiful but had a pale face and was cold all over, without any sign of life. She had two smears of glaring blush on her face and her lips were painted as if she had just drunk blood. Her eyes were glowing green. She stood quietly under a big tree more than ten feet away, looking at them lifelessly.

"So, the commander of this army, Wang?, is now from the Paradise Palace?" The reinforcement from the War Demon Palace slowly turned around and looked at the girl under the big tree.

A hoarse male voice came from the girl's belly: "My condolences, my condolences, hahaha, hehe."

The people from the Battle Demon Palace stared at the girl with gloomy expressions.

The other party was gloating and their laughter was extremely harsh, but they did not get angry.

As for the evil path, if it doesn't take advantage of others' misfortunes and gloat over their misfortunes, can it still be called the evil path?

It is even possible that the other party already knows that there are people from the Paradise Palace hiding in Anping Pass, but they just don’t remind themselves. This is also natural, after all, it is the devil’s way!

It’s just that I lost a battle of nine calamities for no reason, and I’m in a very bad mood!

"Do you want to retaliate against them?" The girl laughed again, "This kind of thing cannot be tolerated. Especially those vixen in the Paradise Palace. They have done something vicious this time. If you tolerate it... won't they blow this matter up to the sky?"

"We absolutely cannot tolerate this. If this matter gets out, they, a group of youngsters, will easily kill a great master of the Fiery Realm from the Battle Demon Hall..."

A burly man who was half a step away from becoming a golden lotus in the Battle Demon Hall snorted coldly, "The Corpse Demon Sect and the Battle Demon Hall have always been on good terms... How about joining forces?"

The girl grinned, revealing her bloody teeth: "Very good."

She flew up silently and stood lightly on the top of a tree more than ten meters high, looking at the camp of the rebellion-suppression army at the foot of the mountain.

"So many good materials. I've been envious for a few days, but I'm not strong enough to eat them. But with the help of all the brothers from the Battle Demon Hall, hehe, these are all good materials!"

"It's not easy to collect so many fine materials on a normal day."

That night, inside Anping Pass, dark shadows kept flashing by the wells.

In the camp outside Anping Pass, dark shadows kept passing by the wells dug by the soldiers.

In the upper reaches of several rivers and streams near the camp, someone buried the heavy carcasses of wild animals in the sand and gravel of the riverbed.

There were constant strange howling sounds in the mountains and forests.

Swarms of mosquitoes flew out from the forest like dark clouds, following the smell of human blood, and sneaked into the camp. They sucked blood from the sleeping soldiers and injected their own saliva into them, leaving behind thumb-sized red envelopes.

There were also groups of rats that scurried into the camp.

They boldly climbed onto the soldiers' beds and bit their fingers and toes, but the wounds they made were not painful at all, and none of the soldiers woke up.

Ten thousand, twenty thousand, thirty thousand...

Huge numbers of mosquitoes and rats were busy all night.

Early in the morning, the camp of the pacification army gradually woke up to the sound of the horn, and the cooks were the first to start working. Plumes of smoke rose from all over the camp, and the cooks drew clean water from the well, river, or stream and began to cook.

In Anping Guanzhong, in several barracks, officers and soldiers were transmitting the military orders that Wang had just issued.

After breakfast, the riot suppression army will advance westward.

They broke through the wall built by the rebels in the valley, broke through the rebels' defense line in one go, and directly attacked Anping Prefecture, completely suppressing the rebellion.

In the baggage warehouse inside Anping Pass, boxes of copper coins and silver ingots were moved out. The baggage officers and military judges compared the account books and counted the money that was transported out.
'A big reward will always bring out brave men', Wang? didn't really know much about marching and fighting. But as a commander, he felt that he didn't need to know too much, as long as he was willing to spend money, the generals under him who knew how to fight would naturally do things perfectly.

Because of Wang Pu's death in battle and defeat, Zhu Chong and other ministers in Haojing were determined to make a huge investment.

Wang? brought a large sum of money, enough for the rebel suppression troops to risk their lives!

"A bunch of bloodthirsty lowlifes, driven by a mere profit..." In the City Guard's Mansion, Wang? hugged a handsome male disciple of the Paradise Palace and sighed sincerely, "After all, they are a bunch of idiots who don't read the books of the saints, and they are pitiful people who risk their lives for a few pieces of silver."

The male disciple of the Paradise Palace chuckled and flirted with Wang Xi: "Your Excellency is absolutely right. How many good men are there in the world who are as knowledgeable and talented as you, and yet also so romantic and charming?"

Wang? Hehehe laughed very proudly: "To be well-versed in the classics and managing the government is just an ordinary thing for me. What I am most proud of is my 'romantic' life."

Wang Yang shook his head and sang a piece of opera that was recently popular in Gaojing City, which tells the story of a handsome scholar and a young lady having a secret meeting in a temple.

His singing voice was quite melodious, perfectly expressing the subtle thoughts of a young girl in the boudoir who could not wait for dark to have a tryst with her lover.

Footsteps were heard and a maid brought breakfast.

Wang's meals were quite grand. For breakfast, there were 36 kinds of dim sum, 6 kinds of soups, 36 kinds of exquisite side dishes, and three kinds of fine teas before, during, and after the meal.

In addition, there is also a bowl of medicinal food that nourishes the body and replenishes kidney resources.

Wang? smiled and pulled his beloved male disciple of Paradise Palace, they had the medicinal food first, and then they took a bite each, and had a very hearty breakfast with a sweet and sticky feeling.

The war drums sounded, and the soldiers outside had already had breakfast.

The breathing of many soldiers became a little hot, their heartbeats became a little faster, and their eyes became a little red.

However, no matter whether it was the generals, captains, lower-level legions, or even the soldiers themselves, they only thought that the war was imminent and that the vision was caused by excessive excitement. No one thought of anything else.

Boxes of copper coins and silver ingots were transported up, and rewards were given to the 100,000 brave soldiers who served as the vanguard corps.

The sound of "Victory" was like a tsunami, and occasionally there were soldiers who were too excited and shouted "Long live the Marshal".

The officers smiled as they watched the soldiers whose morale had soared to the extreme. At an order, the west gate of Anping Pass was opened, and ladders were lowered from the top of the wall. The soldiers lined up in neat rows and strode out of Anping Pass either from the city gate or across the city wall.

In the valley road west of Anping Pass, hundreds of scouts sent out by the rioters whistled, mounted their mounts and turned away.

Not long after they walked out, a beam of firework shot up into the sky, reaching a height of hundreds of feet and exploding into a large ball of blood.

In the valley behind, fireworks kept rising up one after another and gradually faded away.

On the east side of Anping Pass, in the large camp that stretched for hundreds of miles, the soldiers had also had breakfast.

Early in the morning, the camp, which should have been very noisy, became extremely quiet. The soldiers were gasping for breath, standing in the camp with dull eyes, like wooden men.

Some of them had red eyes, while others had white eyes.

The soldiers with red eyes had faster heartbeats, faster blood flow throughout their bodies, and faint black lines pulsating under their skin.

As for the soldiers with white eyes, their heartbeats became intermittent, their blood flow almost stagnated, their body temperature continued to drop, their skin was wriggling, and their skin was turning into a lifeless white color little by little. The skin thickness was increasing, and the joints of their limbs were gradually becoming stiff.

More than a dozen masters from the Battle Demon Palace appeared in the camp.

Wisps of black demonic energy rose from their bodies and transformed into hideous demonic shadows above their heads.

Those soldiers with red eyes sensed the aura on them, and they all roared in low voices, quickly gathered towards these masters of the Battle Demon Palace, and formed a neat queue behind them.

More than a hundred young boys and girls with pale skin, blush and rouge on, and lifeless bodies also appeared in the camp.

The soldiers with white eyes followed these lifeless teenagers with stiff steps.

In the main camp, there were still some soldiers who had just returned from their shifts and were acting normally.

They discovered that something was wrong with their comrades. They screamed and were about to sound the alarm, but the soldiers who had become strange rushed forward and tore them to pieces easily.

A long horn sounded, and teams of soldiers who had undergone changes began to launch a desperate charge towards Anping Pass.

In many camps, perhaps because the amount of medicine in the well water, river water and stream water was insufficient, or perhaps because there were no bites from mosquitoes and rats, and most of the soldiers only felt slightly unwell, such terrible changes did not occur.

Seeing the soldiers from other camps suddenly launch an attack, countless officers screamed in unison: "Rebellion, rebellion... Come on, come on!"

The mutated soldiers became extremely strong, as fast as galloping horses, and had thick skin and flesh, and were no longer afraid of being hit by ordinary weapons.

They roared and rushed into camps like crazy, broke through camps and slaughtered everyone in them.

All the soldiers killed by them had white eyes and turned into pale, lifeless monsters. They stood up and joined the attack on other camps.

In less than half a day, the riot-suppression army camp was completely destroyed!