Chapter 127

【Meng Die】's voice fell, the whole 【Jin Se Tea Garden】 fell into silence.

Eleven women of diverse bearing all fell silent.

Shocked, bewildered...

King of the greenhouse?

This word...

Isn't this overly sarcastic?!

But who could refute it?

They knew full well how fragile the balance behind this seemingly prosperous situation was.

Any one of those three powers could overwhelm them!

Their throne was built from glass that shatters at a touch.

And now, a being capable of crushing glass with bare hands sits before them.

Is it to bow and attach to him, leave the greenhouse, and witness the true world?

Or cling to a ridiculous dignity?

Awaiting the day the glass dome shatters, to be torn into fragments by the storm?

The choice is not hard.

What's hard is swallowing the pride rooted in the heart!

Suddenly.

"I am willing!"

A clear voice broke the silence.

Everyone turned toward the sound, their faces filled with shock.

The one who spoke was, surprisingly, 【Jing Zhe】!

She was the most fiery and hot-tempered among them, the girl who had just been the first to step forward and shout angrily.

She strode forward with big steps, stopping three paces before Su Ming, standing ramrod straight.

"I, Jing Zhe, don't understand all those lofty principles!"

"I only believe in one thing!"

"Whoever's fist is hard, that's the rule!"

She fixed Su Ming with a fierce stare, her eyes blazing with the desire to grow stronger.

"As long as it makes me stronger..."

"Jing Zhe wishes to be the vanguard!"

The others were startled.

【Jing Zhe】...

But the sharpest blade of their 【December Rose】 is the unruly fighting spirit in everyone's heart!

She actually took the lead in swearing allegiance?!

"I am willing too."

Another weak yet firm voice came.

It was 【Ling Xi】.

The girl who had been frightened nearly to collapse staggered out.

She could not emulate Jing Zhe's heroic bearing; she simply bowed deeply before Su Ming.

She didn't say a single extra word.

But that bow weighed more than a thousand words!

If one says, Jing Zhe's submission, is igniting everyone's ambition.

Then Ling Xi's bowed head...

... was enough to utterly extinguish their last sliver of hope!

Boss, they've acknowledged a master!

The strongest has sworn allegiance!

The one who sees farthest has also submitted!

What do they have left?

"I am willing!"

"We... are willing!"

Expressions of willingness came one after another.

In the blink of an eye, everyone lowered their heads.

Su Ming watched all this, his face expressionless, his heart equally undisturbed.

This ending...

He was not surprised at all!

People always pursue the strong.

Moths flying into flames is instinct.

Clinging to dragons and phoenixes is also nature.

"【December Rose】..."

"The name is too soft, not sharp enough."

"Monthly roses may be beautiful, but they lack a bit of killing intent."

"Call it Qiang Wei Squad!"

"Qiang Wei Squad, of the same family as the garden rose, yet wilder!"

"Its vines are covered with thorns; even when it sprouts in a wall‑corner crevice, it can cling and grow with that tenacity!"

"The thorns pierce mercilessly, and the blossoms blaze fiercely!"

"After that, Su Ming gained a further understanding of all twelve people."

"Dream Butterfly, Qualified Person, enter the dream."

"Awakening of Insects, the martial powerhouse, combat power off the charts."

"Ling Xi, possibly a Qualified Person, possesses ultra‑strong perception."

"Grain Rain excels at healing."

"Tian Ji, heirloom formation feng shui."

"The others—Clear Brightness, White Dew, Craftsmanship, Beginning of Spring, Autumn Equinox, Clock, Wan Ying—each have their own merits!"

"Assassination, control, perception, healing, intelligence, support, siege breaking…"

"A hint of approval flashed in Su Ming's eyes."

"This Dream Butterfly indeed has a few tricks."

"It turns out the team was consciously assembled according to the configuration of a perfect special‑ops squad!"

"Very good."

"Su Ming set down his teacup, his gaze finally landing on Ling Xi."

"Then now…"

"Tell me, what exactly did you see inside the Wuhou Shrine!"

"Hearing that, Ling Xi's chest rose and fell violently."

"Just the recollection nearly made her suffocate."

"I saw… countless chaotic fragments!"

"Fragments?"

"Ling Xi had never spoken the details to her sisters."

"There are too many fragments, constantly stabbing into my mind!"

"Only a few larger fragments I can see clearly!"

"Ling Xi took a deep breath, her voice trembling."

"The first fragment is Rebellion!"

"I saw a battlefield soaked in blood, countless soldiers kneeling in the mud."

"They did not look at the enemy; instead they all turned back, their gazes… fixed on a towering city!"

"They neither roared nor wept, they just… stared like that."

"But I… but I can hear that sky‑piercing resentment roaring—"

"The Late Emperor's enterprise was not even half‑finished, the Chancellor devoted himself entirely! The heart‑blood of two generations, forty years of loyalty and righteousness—why must it be reduced to ashes in a single day!"

"We fought to the death here, why must we surrender!"

"Listening to Ling Xi's trembling description, the temperature in the teahouse dropped sharply."

"Everyone understood!"

"The towering city is, of course, Jin City."

"The blood‑stained battle robes in the mud belong to the Shu Han soldiers who fought to the end!"

"They did not look at the Cao‑Wei enemy before the formation; instead they stared fixedly at the open‑gate capital of their homeland—"

"The front line was still in a deadly battle, while the rear had already sent a surrender decree!"

"Everything, everything, was annihilated in that Liu Chan surrender edict!"

"Those bathed in blood have not been defeated; those who offered the city survive only by clinging!"

"This is the unresolved grievance stamped in everyone's bloodline!"

"That resentment also says…"

"Ling Xi's voice was trembling."

"Since loyalty and righteousness cannot bring good results, benevolence cannot protect the foundation…"

"Then let us cease speaking of loyalty, and not mention benevolence!"

"Replace violence with violence! Stop killing with killing!"

"Sss!"

"Everyone inhaled a gasp of cold air."

"The situation seemed even worse than imagined!"

"Immediately after, Ling Xi forced herself to meet Su Ming's gaze."

"It was unclear whether she sought comfort or was pushing herself even crazier!"

"The second fragment I can see clearly is Prison!"

"Prison?!"

"The others were puzzled."

"I saw countless stars across the sky falling in lament!"

"The Big Dipper shifted, the Purple Star dimmed!"

"Beneath the shrine's ground, there is an immensely huge Bagua formation diagram… wildly reversing!"

"Hm?"

Su Ming's heart trembled.

The Wuhou Shrine's formation?

Even with his toes he knew it was the work of that ancient sage of wisdom—

Eight Formation Diagram!

Heaven covers, Earth bears, Wind rises, Clouds hang, Dragon soars, Tiger wings, Bird glides, Snake coils!

He is eternally imprisoned here by the thousand‑faced killing intent he himself set?!

"Hoo…"

Su Ming inhaled deeply, his both hands covering the warm tea cup.

This weather is truly cold, making his hands tremble!

"Continue speaking!"

"The third fragment…"

"It's the Gate!"

Ling Xi's gaze went out of focus as it turned toward the window.

"I saw two towering divine statues... alive!"

"One has brows like a lying silkworm, eyes like a cinnabar phoenix!!"

"The other has a leopard head, encircling eyes, swallow chin, tiger whiskers!"

Beside him, Jingzhe instinctively gripped the weapon at his waist, his palm already slick with cold sweat.

Guan Yu!

Zhang Fei!

"But… they're off!"

Ling Xi's voice took on a sobbing tone.

"Their eyes are bleeding! Black blood!"

"They're killing!"

"Who approaches!"

"Kill whom!"

Upon hearing this, all the girls present forgot to breathe.

Even Su Ming's complexion added a few shades of unease.

Why does he suddenly feel…

This Wuhou Shrine…

It's not that we have to go, is it?!