Chapter 777

The moment he opened his eyes, Gu Qing had already left.

His sleepwear was properly worn on his body, and the blanket was neatly covering him.

Checking the time, more than two hours had passed; it was already past two in the afternoon.

On the way, Zhao Chi opened the system again. There was a new notification:

【Congratulations, your level has risen to 16, and you have gained 1 Enhancement Point】

It was the effect of the sleepwear.

It had given him 140% of all today's experience again.

He had originally expected to gain two levels, but it seemed he was thinking too much. After all, the higher the level, the more experience required.

But the next level should come quickly too.

He looked at the family group messages again.

The battles had all been completed.

But the Clan Head and several uncles had not spoken. He didn't know what was going on.

He opened the village group.

The group was extremely lively, with even more trade messages, and all of them were large-volume trades.

After all, what they had just finished were all high-level Overlord wars.

There would be an enormous amount of captives and supplies.

Some of the supplies and items were good, but Zhao Chi had no money now and couldn't buy them.

But they weren't exactly essential; not buying them was no great loss.

Stepping into the Carefree Spring, he had only been washing for two minutes when Zhao Jing's voice sounded in his ear.

【Zhao Chi, come to the public house meeting room for a meeting. Come over immediately.】

Zhao Chi didn't delay this kind of thing.

He immediately dried his body, put on his clothes, and teleported out.

There were quite a few people inside the public house, all of them Overlords.

Zhao Shizhang and the four uncles sat in the main seats, not saying a word.

Their expressions were solemn; something bad must have happened.

Zhao Chi silently sat in a corner, waiting for the meeting to begin.

Su Qin sat opposite.

She had just wanted to greet Zhao Chi, but the atmosphere was off, so she didn't speak either.

Before long, more Overlords arrived.

But before everyone had arrived, Second Uncle Zhao Qizu went and closed the door.

"Alright, everyone's here. Let's begin the meeting."

Everyone's here?

Zhao Chi couldn't help but look at the long table in the meeting room.

On the table, there were two empty seats.

One was Eldest Brother Zhao Feng's seat, the other was Third Aunt Zhang Yanrui's seat.

Those two… something had happened to them!

Not only Zhao Chi, but the other Overlords all had the same thought.

Although Zhao Feng was of Zhao Chi's generation, he was the eldest in ranking, and he was already over fifty years old this year.

He was called Eldest Brother, but in terms of age, he was already of the generation of Zhao Chi's father.

His strength was of course beyond doubt; he was also the mainstay of the Zhao family.

If something had happened to him, that would truly be a great loss.

And Third Aunt as well.

Although she was a woman, she had also accumulated many years, and her strength was very strong.

If she had also met with misfortune, the Zhao family would truly have suffered some damage to its vital energy.

Eldest Uncle Zhao Qizong let out a sorrowful sigh. Just as he was about to speak, he was stopped by Zhao Shizhang.

"This kind of thing is better said by me."

Everyone looked at him.

Zhao Shizhang said: "What you've all guessed is correct. Zhao Feng and Yanrui have already gone…"

Once the words were spoken, everyone drew a sharp breath.

It was actually true.

"After all, it is war. It's impossible to win every time. Such things are inevitable.

"The two of them fought very well, but the variables of war were ultimately still too great. By the time we sent support, it was already too late.

"However, we have already avenged them. They can rest in peace in the netherworld.

"Additionally, the territories of the two of them have been entirely taken over by the family. Although the losses are still great, we have preserved some strength as much as possible."

The entire hall was silent as a graveyard.

No one spoke.

No one even breathed loudly.

There were only quiet sighs, one after another.

Zhao Shizhang continued:

"Besides this, Zhao Liang, Yang Mo, and Yan Ting, three people also died in battle.

"Zhao Qiye, Hu Jing, Meng Xu, Niu Cheng — four people lost their territories."

"Our losses today can truly be called enormous."

At this, the people could no longer hold back.

Various exclamations and sounds of disbelief broke out.

Zhao Chi could not help but look toward his Third Uncle Zhao Qizu.

If Zhao Feng was the backbone of the family, then Zhao Qizu was the stabilizing pillar.

Although he did not die, losing his territory meant losing over ninety-five percent of his strength.

This stabilizing pillar was probably about to become a mere jack.

Presumably he could only rely on his own personal combat ability to continue fighting within someone else's territory.

He might go to Zhao Shizhang's territory to serve as a commander.

After all, letting him build a territory from scratch would certainly take many years to reach his former strength.

But as long as he's alive, that's what matters.

This is a great blessing within the misfortune.

Apart from him, the other three were vassal lords, and their strength was also respectable.

At the very least, their combat ratings were all higher than Zhao Chi's.

Having lost their territories, they could only do as Zhao Qizu did — serve as small squad commanders in someone else's territory.

Besides them, there were four lords who died.

Among them was Zhao Chi's Seventh Brother Zhao Liang.

Zhao Liang was Third Uncle Zhao Qizu's son; Zhao Qizu truly had a tragic day.

First his wife died, then his son, and his own territory was gone as well.

Looking at his expression, he was utterly wooden.

Presumably even now he still had not been able to accept this fact.

In today's battle, the Zhao family lost five lords dead and four lords stripped of their territories — truly a devastating blow.

If one adds Zhao Huai and Zhao Jiao, that makes two more lords who lost their territories.

Originally the Zhao family's strength had risen to fifty lords, but now it was back to thirty-nine.

But the sole consolation was that the strongest, Zhao Shizhang, was unharmed.

First Uncle Zhao Qizong, Second Uncle Zhao Qizu, and Fourth Uncle Zhao Qiye were also unharmed.

With them present, the Zhao family's strength still remained.

The clamor in the conference room gradually subsided.