Chapter 929: The Great Purge (2)

Martial Capital, Imperial City, inside the Heavenly Martial Hall.

Pei Feng sat quietly beside Wu Tie, her smile dignified and imposing, a bone-chilling icy chill seeping from it.

She slightly turned her head, her clear black-and-white eyes quietly staring at Wu Tie.

Just quietly staring, not speaking, not moving, simply looking.

She knew full well what Wu Tie was up to nowadays.

Such danger, unprecedented, danger at its extreme.

Even though Pei Feng had been stubborn since childhood, with a will stronger than any man's, she still felt an inexplicable fear.

She was fearful, she was afraid, but she did not speak.

She didn't even mention the wedding she had imagined tens of thousands of times.

She…… every cell longed for a lively wedding that all people under heaven would join and know of. She hoped she could, following the most ancient human customs, wear the phoenix crown and rosy robes, with drums and horns sounding together, and amidst the cheers and blessings of countless subjects, marry Wu Tie in grandeur.

But she did not say.

Not a single word was mentioned.

She just quietly watched Wu Tie.

Just quietly watching, watching him breathe, blink, speak, his complexion rosy-white, his health sound…… she couldn't help wanting to smile—this is good, good, good, good, good.

Against the heavens-full of deities!

Pei Feng appeared on the surface as a heroine who could bear the Black Phoenix Army through bloody slaughter, but deep down she was an unscrupulous, pure, innate little woman.

She only wanted to peacefully pass the years, leisurely spending her days.

In fact, she had no great demands. Including when she, as a young girl, led a group of elderly veterans of the Black Phoenix Army boldly into the wild frontier of Great Marsh Prefecture, carving out a small space of survival.

That was merely because she did not want to disappoint her father, did not want to see those elderly veterans' lifelong hard work, toil, and blood-soaked sacrifice simply be seized for no reason, simply be ruthlessly driven out.

So, she threw caution to the wind.

Although back then she understood nothing and could do nothing, when she led the Black Phoenix Army away from the Pei Family fief, she was actually also afraid.

A young girl—who would willingly pick up weapons on the battlefield and fight desperately alongside a bunch of burly men?

But Pei Feng did just that.

But speaking from the heart, what she hoped for then was a man who, like her father, could shield her from wind and rain, and build her a warm, comfortable, carefree little nest.

She never told Wu Tie that she preferred composing poetry, loved ink-and-wash painting, enjoyed tea and chess, enjoyed touring mountains and waters…… she had never, absolutely, never had any fondness or yearning for the battlefield.

Wu Tie appeared.

Wu Tie, he held up a sky.

First he held up Great Marsh Prefecture and the Black Phoenix Army, then he held up Jade Prefecture, he held up Wuguo, he held up the land of the Three Kingdoms, now he holds up the whole of Old Su combined with the old territories of the Three Kingdoms forming the new Wuguo.

Pei Feng exerted herself to help Wu Tie with affairs.

Actually, what affairs of the whole Wuguo has Wu Tie really handled? What has he managed?

Often, Wu Tie was out indulging in debauchery; all administration, including Wuguo's administrative system, even the intelligence, supervision, spy systems and so on, were entirely built by Pei Feng alone.

Exhausted…… of course.

But Pei Feng endured.

She silently stood behind Wu Tie.

Anyway, in this lifetime, living is him, dying is him.

If he wanted to do good, Pei Feng would give him porridge, soup, medicine, and clothing; if he wanted to do evil, Pei Feng would hand him a pig‑killing knife.

If he wanted to be enemies with the heavens-full of deities, then Pei Feng would silently follow him into war against them; if he lost, Pei Feng would surely die a step ahead of him.

"My man!" Pei Feng curled her red lips slightly and laughed.

She slightly lowered her head, her cold, stern gaze sweeping over the civil and military officials filling the hall.

Including Wu Tie's closest senior ministers, Huang Lang and Li Ergouzi and others who had followed him from Great Marsh Prefecture, they were not afraid of Wu Tie, but when faced with Pei Feng's cold, stern gaze, their bodies involuntarily shuddered, they unconsciously bent slightly, expressing the deepest reverence toward Wu Tie and Pei Feng.

Low footsteps sounded.

Clad in heavy armor, Xia Rumeng led one hundred twenty-seven sturdy‑clad men, marching boldly into the Heavenly Martial Hall.

Though still hundreds of zhang away from Wu Tie, they heavily knelt down, foreheads heavily knocking the ground, performing the great ritual obeisance to Wu Tie.

"Your Majesty!"

Xia Rumeng leading the one hundred twenty‑seven sturdy‑clad men in the great obeisance, respectful and reverent, terrified and fearful.

Originally within the Flame Dynasty's borders, the various deities who had reincarnated and infiltrated humanity that Xia Rumeng could find were all gathered here.

Naturally, Xia Rumeng's social circle was limited; what he could find were merely those people he had previously known in the Flame Dynasty's noble circle who mutually sensed each other.

Surprisingly, no matter which deity clan they came from, these deities who had reincarnated as humans completely abandoned their missions, discarded their former identities, and with an inexplicable resolve, after Xia Rumeng brought people to their door and merely greeted them, they decided to join Wu Tie's command.

Wu Tie looked down upon these deities.

Their information was already in Wu Tie's hands.

Among them were the Feng clan imperial lineage, descendants of high officials, scions of aristocratic families, and even commoners; relying on their own efforts, they stood out as outstanding youths in the Flame Dynasty's army and bureaucracy.

Their ages ranged from tens of thousands of years to just decades.

Some of them had extremely deep lineages, having reincarnated ten or more times among humanity, experiencing several hunting grounds and battlefields.

The astonishing thing is right here: these reincarnated deities have undergone ten or more rebirths, yet they have only experienced hunting grounds and battlefields.

Not one of them has ever undergone rebirth in the 'Fate Field'.

It seems the Fate Field is shrouded by some mysterious force, which even blocks the power of reincarnation.

Of course, Wu Tie would rather imagine it is the power of Nuwa Island; they likewise infiltrate the laws of reincarnation, and when these deities reincarnate, their souls differ, thus they are filtered out, only able to reincarnate in ordinary hunting grounds and battlefields.

"You all are the loyal ministers and capable generals of Old Su." Wu Tie looked down upon those kneeling in the hall, together with Xia Rumeng making a total of one hundred twenty‑eight people.

"Although you are not on the Left Martial Minister's recommendation list, but I…… never waste genuine talent." Wu Tie gave a vague glance here; he could not possibly tell Wuguo's officials the true origins of these one hundred twenty‑eight Fate Martial Divine Army commanders.

So, Wu Tie could only use the excuse of 'genuine talent' to give them a reasonable justification for taking office.

If they are talent, we must use them… after they have achieved merit, only then can we reward them.

Wu Tie looked down upon these reincarnated divine spirits kneeling on the ground and said: "Or perhaps, a letter of allegiance would also do."

Wu Tie waved his hand and said softly: "Azure Lotus Abbey, Red Lotus Temple, White Lotus Palace… are the nation's malignant tumors; you lead the troops and eradicate these three tumors for this king."

Wu Tie recalled the rear mountain of the Pre-Spark Protect-the-Nation Three Gods Sect, those old immortals who had sealed themselves in coffins, and his tone turned extremely cold.