Chapter 847

The Jia family has split up!

It's not like the division of the Ningguo and Rongguo mansions; this time the split is strange, not following the Ning and Rong mansions or the main and second branches.

Part of the Jia family followed Jia Rong to the Chang'an Commandery he had just conquered—oh, it's certainly not called Chang'an Commandery anymore, but the Number One City Under Heaven.

Another part remained in the Great Qian.

Everyone knows that the Heavenly Man Jia Rong plans to build a city in the "Land of Chaos," and the original territory of Chang'an Commandery is all his domain.

From now on, it will have nothing to do with Great Yin, completely unrelated.

It will probably also have nothing to do with Great Qian; Emperor Kaiyuan has expressed support, even sending people and horses.

As for the attitude of the Three Kings of the Great Ding, there has been no expression yet.

However, the puppet emperor of the Great Ding did send a congratulatory message and dispatched some symbolic gifts.

Leading the Jia family and over ten thousand troops, Tang Luo is unhurried, slowly advancing toward the Land of Chaos.

Meanwhile, in the Land of Chaos, it is "heavenly disaster approaching, constant upheavals."

The composition of the Land of Chaos is rather complex.

Formerly, Chang'an Commandery had a large commandery city, surrounded by counties and villages of various sizes.

It gradually changed.

The commandery city was retained and continuously expanded, becoming very large—basically two-thirds the size of the Great Qian imperial capital.

However, it was an unplanned expansion, chaotic and messy; aside from being somewhat larger, it cannot be considered a mighty city.

The remaining areas consist of eastern gathering places and western small villages.

There are also mountain strongholds and bandits, with high mobility.

Though that city, which cannot be called mighty, is very lively—half of it could even be considered prosperous—and though the three states have not fully gone to war, they remain in a semi-hostile state.

Thus, on the surface there is no trade, only smuggling.

The Chaotic City of the Land of Chaos is the hub connecting smuggling between the three states.

How many merchants pass through here, settle, and trade—how could it not be prosperous?

Even Emperor Kaiyuan secretly had a hand here—of course, now he has completely withdrawn.

Emperor Kaiyuan is very straightforward and decisive.

Others are not so straightforward and decisive.

Many who mix in the Chaotic City are not truly desperate outcasts; in fact, they all have their own backgrounds.

They come from the aristocratic families of Great Qian, Great Yin, and Great Ding.

And those who came here and managed to truly stand firm are not simple people.

The Chaotic City has no government, no laws—it relies entirely on the tacit understanding and interests of some strong individuals to maintain a fragile balance and surface peace.

With the impending arrival of the Heavenly Man Jia Rong, under great pressure, things have begun to fall apart here.

In just a few days, the Chaotic City saw the Heavenly Treasure Grandpa, the Giant Wolf Gang leader, the Fiery Fire Hero (great bandit), the Divine Wind Sect leader—some died, some fled.

When they first heard the news that the Land of Chaos had been ceded to Jia Rong, they still shouted arrogantly, "What the hell is Great Yin? Chaotic City is our city—did Great Yin just give it away? No way. When Jia Rong comes, if he follows the rules, we'll make him city lord; if not, with so many of us, can't we overthrow him?"—all of them are now dazed.

He hasn't even arrived yet—how did our side already fall into ruins?

Now the Chaotic City has lost its former prosperity, even showing signs of decline, but the decline is mixed with chaos.

Many people's idea is to flee, making one last score before running.

Every day, corpses are found in the corners of the city.

Moreover, there are often more than ten.

In a very inconspicuous house within the Chaotic City, six people sit together, frowning, their faces grim.

The Chaotic City has no such thing as a "city lord"; rules are set and upheld (in interest) by a "Great Assembly."

Composed of individuals with considerable strength (influence).

There are thirteen in total, with personnel changing but the number remaining constant.

Now, these thirteen have been reduced to six; the other seven are either dead or fled.

Well, those who fled still have traces of the three great states behind them.

The remaining six are relatively pure—perhaps they have backing, but they cannot be said to belong to the three states; they lean toward whoever offers the most benefit.

These years of being well-fed have made them fat and strong; their personal martial prowess may have declined, but their influence has greatly expanded.

Naturally, they are unwilling to give up what they have.

So they have gathered together to discuss a way out.

"Why not just surrender?" someone said.

"Would anyone want us?"

"Why wouldn't they? Without us, how could he control this city? We have plenty in our hands."

"Why would he want to control this city?" an old man sneered.

"Is this city useful to Jia Rong? If I were him, I'd raze the city beneath our feet to the ground, leaving nothing. I'd burn all the chaos and imprints of these decades, even centuries, to ashes, wiping everything clean."

"We, those outsiders, all the traces left behind—none will remain."

"From now on, this place will be the Number One City Under Heaven, unrelated to anything before, belonging to Jia Rong's Number One City Under Heaven."

"We'll be like the Yellow Turban Army of old—he'll sweep us away completely."

"Like the rotting rat corpses in the gutters, slowly decaying."

That old man has a full head of white hair, gloomy and defiant.

His true age and origin are unclear; for decades he's been here, looking just like this.

Now only the wrinkles on his face have increased.

Someone said this old man once participated in the Yellow Turban Army; after it disbanded, he came here.

Because he liked to talk about the Yellow Turban Army when he had nothing to do, saying how powerful the Yellow Turban Army was, how the Great Virtuous Teacher Zhang Jiao could lead everyone to create a prosperous age, the Blue Heaven is dead, the Yellow Heaven shall rise!

Unfortunately, it was destroyed by the Three Kings, by the already fallen Yuan family.

Everyone thought, this old man really is a remnant soldier of the Yellow Turban Army.

So they simply called him Old Yellow.

Of course, the vast majority of people could only call him "Yellow Lord," which sounds like "Imperial Lord."

In the Chaotic City, there is no emperor, so Old Yellow, this "Yellow Lord," is the greatest and most powerful person.

The words he speaks now are like a knife, placed on everyone's neck, clearly telling them that the path they imagine does not exist.

"Then what should we do? Leave?" someone asked.

"I won't leave." Old Yellow stiffened his neck, "I want to bite a piece of meat off that guy!"

"Old Yellow, that is a Supreme Grandmaster." someone said, also one of the older ones, the only one among the remaining five who has the qualification and strength to call him "Old Yellow."

"I won't deal with him. But the people around him are not all Supreme Grandmasters, are they?" Old Yellow grinned ferociously, making people think of that kind of lone, diseased, lone wolf, biting down on the prey's weak point, not letting go, that kind of old wolf.

Someone suddenly remembered, back when Old Yellow wasn't called Yellow Lord yet, someone said he was a vicious wolf, an old vicious wolf.

"Isn't this just fish dying and the net breaking?"

"Yes, I want fish dying and the net breaking! I've stayed here for decades, longer than I stayed in the Yellow Turban Army! This is my home! He comes to drive me out! On what grounds! This is mine! Even if I die, I will die here!"

Old Yellow was very excited, excited to the point that he punched the table in front of him to pieces.

Everyone remembered, this guy is also the strongest one present, very close to a Grandmaster.

"I will die here." Looking at the table fragments on the ground, Old Yellow calmly said, "I came here to tell you this. If you are willing, follow me to bite a piece of meat off him, then leave."

"Still have to leave, what's the point?" someone asked.

Exactly, anyway we have to leave, and before leaving we offend people, isn't that sick?

"That person." Old Yellow rarely smiled, "That is Jia Rong, he wants to do a great thing, a huge thing, so he will offend many, many people in the future."

Point made, said this much, Old Yellow stood up and walked away.

The remaining few people glanced at each other, and suddenly, it seemed they saw the uncontrolled flames burning in each other's eyes.

They were originally outlaws.

Wanting them to leave requires a price! And most importantly, someone must take the lead, bear the brunt, so they can survive and leave with the glory of having defied a Supreme Grandmaster.

In the near future, this glory will play a huge role.

"Is this enough?"

Old Yellow returned to his mansion, someone looked at him and asked.

These people are not others, they are exactly the One Hundred and Eight Stars who fled when the Great Yin Imperial City fell.

Wu Song, Lin Chong, Bai Sheng, Zhu Wu, etc., they clearly went to find the people of the Great Ding, why are they now appearing here?

Speaking of it, it's not complicated, simply put, none of the Three Kings of the Great Ding wanted to immediately take charge of these hot potatoes like Wu Song.

But they wouldn't give up, so they spent money and effort, arranging Wu Song and them to come to the Chaotic City.

For now, just like this, maybe later they can be useful.

Now is the time for Wu Song and them to be useful.

On the Great Ding side, they are actually in a difficult position.

Great Qian is terrified, the Great Yin Cheng family's own people struck dog brains, only they want to stop Jia Rong from taking over the Chaotic City.

But they can't openly block it, the loss of being the first to act is too great, so they can only hint to Wu Song and them to go do it, do their best.

Of course, it can also be said that they are setting a trap for Wu Song and them.

Because everyone knows this cannot succeed, the maximum effect is just to let the people around Jia Rong die, cause him trouble, destroy the supreme prestige and invincible golden body he is building, but the cost is their lives.

Wu Song and them have deep hatred with Tang Luo, so they agreed.

Zhu Wu proposed the idea, sought out this Old Yellow.

This Old Yellow's identity is not ordinary, more extraordinary than everyone guessed.

His real name is Zhang Bao, the brother of the Great Virtuous Teacher Zhang Jiao, the Earth Public General who faked his death and escaped back then.

After changing his appearance, Zhang Bao became Old Yellow, constantly promoting his connection with the Yellow Turban Army, but instead no one linked him to Zhang Bao, only thinking he is a remnant veteran of the Yellow Turban Army.

After all, in people's eyes, Zhang Jiao, Zhang Bao, Zhang Liang, the three brothers, along with their "Yellow Heaven Dream," were long buried.

As early as many years ago, even the Three Kings had stopped paying attention to searching for the possibly still alive Zhang Bao.

Facing the doubts of Wu Song and them, Zhang Bao nodded: "Enough, they are all a pack of vicious wolves. I took the lead, they will follow, this bite, as heavy as it can be."

"Then, we go together to the Great Ding." Zhang Bao revealed a chilling smile, "Several decades, it's time for revenge."

Those who participated in attacking the Yellow Turban Army back then, who shattered his Yellow Heaven Dream, who opened the altar and slaughtered his brother's corpse, are still not dead!

This is the union of avengers from both sides, the Liangshan Yellow Turban Avengers Alliance!