The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard-Chapter 1406: South Yangtze’s Return of Loyalty

Cultivators, as long as they break through the Enlightenment Realm, can comprehend the great path of heaven and earth.

The Soul Ascension Stage is already considered a junior stage.

At this moment, as Sima Qingcang fell, streaks of red light suddenly flashed across the sky.

Red clouds covered the sky, with constant anomalies occurring.

His physical body exploded, but the Nascent Soul remained.

A palm-sized little figure was just about to fly away when Long Fei raised a finger, triggering the Space Law and fixing it in the void.

Sima Qingcang’s Nascent Soul screamed urgently in a babyish voice, "Demon Chief, when killing someone, just aim for the head. Do not overdo it. Dare to act in such an extreme way, and my Mount Heng Sect will not let you off."

Long Fei smiled lightly, "Mount Heng Sect, what of it? I’ve offended all six major sects of Great Xia Country, one more is no matter."

He summoned the Mystic Yellow Pagoda and waved to envelop Sima Qingcang’s Nascent Soul inside.

The impurities of this Soul Ascension Stage Primordial Spirit will likely need refinement for some time.

On the battlefield, Ji Wanrong and her group shouted with excitement.

She drew her sword atop the city wall and called loudly to the soldiers below, "General Long has won, our Prefecture Princess Mansion will surely triumph!"

The City Defense Camp troops entangled with the Army at the Rear suddenly gained momentum. In an instant, they shed their usual laxity and timidity, each brandishing a broadsword to fight desperately against the Army at the Rear.

Upon hearing that even Sima Qingcang had fallen, the Army at the Rear was immediately thrown into chaos, and some even began to retreat.

On the battlefield, the Five Tiger Generals of Snake Island charged to the rear of the battlefield and confronted Wei Guoliang and his son.

They were surrounded by elite guards, but all were of Core Formation Stage Cultivation, leagues apart from the Nascent Soul Realm Five Tiger Generals.

These five swept through the area, unleashing a massacre.

Their magical weapons swung without pause, creating a sea of blood right in front of them.

Wei Guoliang cried out in fear, "Go, run quickly!"

As he and his son attempted to escape, Liuu Baiyuan grabbed onto him, appearing ghostly from behind, with a sinister smile as he lifted his hand to cleave his head in two.

Blood sprayed out, splattering all over Wei Xuanang.

Wei Xuanang fainted directly from fear, also cleaved by Liuu Baiyuan, who then held their severed heads aloft and threw them down amidst the Army at the Rear.

With two thumping sounds, the heads hit the ground.

Liuu Baiyuan shouted fiercely, "Wei Guoliang is dead, why do you still not surrender?"

Today, he earned enough prestige; there was never such daring when he was a water bandit.

Now backed by the princess, a Great General could be killed without any hesitation.

Seeing their chief commander dead, the Army at the Rear was already on edge.

The commanders and soldiers, already tense, one after another ceased fighting, some fleeing, others directly kneeling.

On the battlefield, of the remaining fifty to sixty thousand troops of the Army at the Rear, suddenly a swath kneeled down, all shouting for mercy.

"These generals are not bad!"

Ji Wanrong’s eyes sparkled, marking her delight as she gazed at the Five Tiger Generals in front of her.

Some, like Murong Chong, Wang Jie, Long Fei, who on the battlefield could only confront cultivators.

They are born to seek the great path, unwilling to unleash a massacre.

But the Five Tiger Generals of Snake Island are different; they have no pursuit of cultivation level, only seeking fame and fortune in the human realm.

This is the difference between worldly cultivators and those who transcend the mundane.

What Ji Wanrong needed was exactly people like the Five Tiger Generals, those ready to kill and take the lead against great foes.

The group of City Defense Camp soldiers, having undergone the baptism of blood, was now filled with a masculine aura.

They stood on the field, led by Wang Xun, wielding steel blades, raising their hands to shout, "Victory!"

"Victory!"

"Victory!"

...

Thunderous cheers and roars echoed throughout the city, invigorating the residents of the entire Southern Capital City.

Late at night, they too spent the night with their hearts in their throats.

If the military disaster breached the city, they would not escape unscathed.

Everyone had endured war; doors were tightly shut, each person at home waiting with packed bags ready to flee for their lives.

At this moment, the cheers resounded.

A group of citizens heaved a sigh of relief, and soon heard the victory announcement from the Prefecture Princess Mansion.

The crowd was elated, and under the veil of night, began to walk towards the streets to celebrate.

The Prefecture Princess Mansion had triumphed thrice, first against the Vanguard Army, second against the Water Bandits, third against the Army at the Rear.

The skepticism towards the Prefecture Princess Mansion disappeared completely.

Now, they genuinely admired the Prefecture Princess Mansion, firmly recognizing its governance over South Yangtze Prefecture.

As night dispersed, dawn broke.

Outside the city, the battlefield was cleared; Wuu Youren from the Central Route Army, after observing for half a day, saw Wei Guoliang’s downfall and immediately sent troops to support the Prefecture Princess Mansion.

The task of clearing the battlefield was handed over to them.

The remaining fifty thousand troops of the Army at the Rear were temporarily confined in the former military camps awaiting reorganization.

After this battle, the Prefecture Princess Mansion firmly grasped the military and political power of South Yangtze Prefecture.

Early in the morning, governors from Hui State, Gan State, and Yuee State sent emissaries to report, showering Ji Wanrong with flattery, expressing strong condemnation of Wei Guoliang, denouncing him as a traitor deserving execution by all.

Ji Wanrong knew these people feared losing their posts.

The governors of the four counties of South Yangtze, except Wuzhou Lord, were all old hands from Southern Capital Academy, fence-sitters.

They temporarily had no allegiance, whoever was the strongest, they would lean towards them.

Ji Wanrong did not immediately strike against them; her current priority was to stabilize the situation quickly and establish herself firmly in South Yangtze Prefecture.

In the Prefecture Princess Mansion, she hosted a banquet to honor the generals who achieved merits last night.

The Five Tiger Generals of Snake Island met with the other generals formally, sitting at a table drinking merrily.

Liuu Baiyuan took the lead honor, and Ji Wanyu was the first to commend him, appointing him as General Yuanwei.

He drank with a look of satisfaction and pride.

This token of loyalty had been established, assuring him of a good reputation in the Prefecture Princess Mansion henceforth.

The other four generals also received titles, not differing much from Liuu Baiyuan’s.

They were very low-key, unlike Liuu Baiyuan’s cheekiness.

Zhan Jun said quietly, "Did you all see the battle last night between the Imperial Son-in-law and Sima Qingcang? We previously underestimated the Imperial Son-in-law’s strength and even attempted to challenge him, truly courting death!"

Yang Xiong admired, "The Imperial Son-in-law by his Nascent Soul Realm cultivation slew Sima Qingcang of Soul Ascension Stage; I am awestruck beyond words."

Lv Wei said, "When I heard of his achievements at Tianzhu Mountain, I was skeptical. This time seeing it in person, indeed I am thoroughly convinced, I, Lv Wei, sincerely yield."

Lin Zhong stroked his beard and laughed, "Luckily we are all on the same side now. If we hadn’t heeded advice and continued resisting, we might not be alive."

Wang Xun smiled listening, raised his wine cup and said, "Alright, the Imperial Son-in-law is not petty. Let bygones be bygones. In future, we are all part of the Prefecture Princess Mansion, let us be united in sincerity, assisting the Commandery Princess in creating clear skies."

"It’s essential!"

"Drink!"

"Come, drink!"

...

A group of generals excitedly clinked glasses, gulping down the fine wine.

At the table beside, Ji Xiaolian and Military Advisor Fang Qian sat quietly, not conversing with others.

Compared to the satisfaction of former brothers at the neighboring table, they were much more downcast.

After last night, the hearts of other brothers clearly aligned with the Prefecture Princess Mansion.

Ji Xiaolian sighed inside; knowing this couldn’t be changed, yet feeling deeply disheartened.

Back then, he was the one revered by them.

Now seeking accomplishment requires aligning sincerely with the Prefecture Princess Mansion, else he risks becoming marginalized.