Chapter 127

In this world today, great power belongs to oneself, but there are still few who possess the great spirit to struggle with heaven and earth.

However, those who fight with others in strength, courage, and wit are endless, and Guan Xihui is one of them.

Clearly, he had been forced to the point of having no interest in life, but seeing Zhang Gui, who had also fallen into trouble, still having the heart to play dumb with him, his spirit was inexplicably lifted.

"Brother Zhang, let's not pretend to be confused here.

Now the entire 'Civilization Vanguard City' doesn't know how many hundreds or thousands of people know that the Ming Song Prince Zhen's fleet has docked.

And I am the... the... the empty title is just teeth-grinding to mention.

In short, our Daohai Gang no longer exists and has been recruited by Prince Zhen.

I am here in this foreign island city under the Prince's orders."

Hearing Guan Xihui reveal his cards, Zhang Gui showed an "as I expected" expression on his face,

"It seems that the death of his only son has made Yan Laoda completely furious.

The strength comparison between Yuan Mountain and Ming Song is ignored, and whether he lives or dies in the future is ignored.

The ideals of you old brothers and the future of your subordinates have all become irrelevant bastards.

He has to vent this anger over his dead son first, right?"

The human heart is unpredictable.

Zhang Gui's vulgar and acerbic words should have aroused Guan Xihui's anger.

But at this moment, he felt inexplicably relieved, and his voice was dry and astringent, like a wail:

"Exactly."

It turned out that just a few days before the Qianji military commander Baori Eshen launched a surprise attack on Prince Zhen's "temporary residence."

Zhang Yan held a Hongmen Banquet in the capacity of the Daohai Gang leader and Baifan Association president, merging all the forces he could annex.

He also buried all the prestige and reputation in the Jianghu he had accumulated in the first half of his life.

Afterward, he waited for the opportunity.

At the moment when Baori Eshen and Prince Zhen were deciding the outcome off the coast of Zhihai Town, Zhang Yan transformed into a flood dragon and led hundreds of ships to join the battle unexpectedly.

At the cost of half of his subordinates being killed or injured, he helped Prince Zhen achieve a victory in the counterattack!

"Whether in the business world or the Jianghu, Yan Laoda has done everything to the extreme.

If we can't flatter Prince Zhen, we will definitely not have a single penny of business to do in the future, and we definitely won't be able to recruit any new people.

So before the battle, he put 'Blood Courage Powder' in the farewell wine again, which is why everyone fought so fiercely without retreating."

Zhang Gui saw Guan Xihui's trembling lips and calmly evaluated Zhang Yan's diametrically opposite behavior before and after losing his son,

"A father who has lost his only son, no matter how unscrupulous he becomes to take revenge, I can understand.

Of course, this understanding is by no means equivalent to approval, just understanding."

"Since the little one was so important, why did Yan Laoda let him come out to take risks and gain experience in the first place?"

Guan Xihui finally couldn't suppress the nameless anger in his heart and asked with his facial features distorted.

He didn't know if he was asking the Zhang Gui in front of him or someone else.

Zhang Gui just took it as asking himself and answered softly:

"No matter what kind of treasure it is, when it is held in one's hand, it won't be that precious.

So before the son died, the father didn't think he was that important in his heart.

Besides, he didn't think his son would die."

Guan Xihui froze for a long while upon hearing this, but instead of losing control of his emotions, he changed the subject,

"Brother Zhang, do you know that there is a powerful and unfathomable cultivator under Prince Zhen, very likely a 'Class A Superior,' named Mr. Yin?"

A terrifying figure standing on the pier of his fief during a storm flashed through Zhang Gui's mind, but he shook his head and said:

"I haven't even met Prince Zhen, let alone this Mr. Yin."

"Then you will see him sooner or later.

That naval battle in Zhihai Town was truly a heavy casualty; after winning, that Mr. Yin actually ordered on behalf of Prince Zhen to counterattack Xianrong Island..."

"Counterattack Xianrong Island? Is this person crazy!

Even a broken ship has three pounds of nails; the former Hanli, now Qianji, no matter how small a maritime country it is, has a history of thousands of years.

How can a national war be taken lightly!

Besides, the Yuan Mountain Kingdom, and that Yuan Mountain vassal state Baiyang Bo'erqin, also have large armies stationed on Xianrong Island.

To completely reverse the situation with just one victory at sea is simply delusional..."

As he spoke, seeing the subtle change in Old Guan's expression, Zhang Gui opened his mouth in surprise,

"Impossible, absolutely impossible.

Unless Prince Zhen carried a secret edict from the Hezheng Emperor and could mobilize at least the entire Dongyue Province's naval forces—this, this, this is indeed very much like the Hezheng Emperor's so-called 'unorthodox and orthodox' style.

It wouldn't really be like that, would it?"

"You are overthinking this time.

Prince Zhen didn't get help from the 'Current Emperor.'

Instead, that Mr. Yin risked the danger of his body and soul being destroyed to summon dozens of miles of the Underworld in the present world.

He broke through Chuan Shen, the largest military port on Xianrong Island.

Forcing the Yuan Mountain people and the Qianji people to be defeated like a mountain collapse, giving up the entire territory of Gyeongju Province."

The area of the entire Xianrong Island is about 200,000 square kilometers, equivalent to two Giant Serpent Head Islands.

But because its terrain is mostly mountains and hills, the fertile plains that can be cultivated and built into cities are not even one-third of Giant Serpent Head Island.

And the "Province" on Xianrong Island is equivalent to the "Province" of the Ming Song Kingdom.

Its entire country has only eight "Provinces" in total.

Among them, Gyeongju Province is close to the capital region and is the fertile land of Xianrong Island; half of its area of more than 10,000 square kilometers is paddy fields and orchards, with cities scattered among them.

Regardless of whether Prince Zhen relied on incredible good luck;

the powerful military force pieced together through vertical and horizontal maneuvering;

or the help of some unspeakable ancient forces, in any case, being able to unexpectedly counterattack and take this place in one fell swoop is a miracle-like battle result!

But precisely because it is a miracle, it makes a rational person like Zhang Gui unable to understand it at all.

"Old Guan, if I were a 'Class A Superior,' I could easily live for hundreds of years.

In the future, breaking through to the Heavenly Rank might even allow me to live for a thousand years; worldly glory and wealth are simply worthless.

I'm not even the same species as mortals anymore, so how could the things I like be the same?

In this situation, even if Prince Zhen were actually my biological son, I couldn't possibly risk my own life to help him seize the throne.

Not to mention that this is not the critical node of success or failure; everything has just begun.

To risk one's life at this time, could it be that that Mr. Yin has actually gone insane from cultivation deviation?"

"One kind of rice feeds a hundred kinds of people; any kind of person could achieve Class A Superior.

Perhaps he is just the kind of person who would die for a soulmate; what can you do about it?"

Zhang Gui pondered for a moment and nodded:

"That's the only way to explain it.

Prince Zhen truly has good luck—no, this should be called destiny.

Since that's the case, you might as well set your mind at ease and follow him; maybe the sky will be vast and you'll have another encounter."

Guan Xihui didn't show any reaction upon hearing this, but he felt Zhang Gui's goodwill; he was silent for a while and said softly:

"Brother Zhang, although you never suffer a loss in life and only take advantage, you have no bad intentions.

Let me remind you of one thing.

In the future, when mentioning Prince Zhen, don't speak without restraint or talk nonsense.

You must know that 'pot-head rice is good to eat, but over-the-head words are hard to speak.'

Sometimes a few words can plant deep trouble."

(End of this chapter)