Chapter 131: Drawing Wisdom from the Dog‑Headed Humanoids

Chewing a honey‑glazed meat skewer in his hand, Ji Ming looked around and pointed at the grape specialty drink not far away.

"AdaiEr, would you like another sip of that? It's on me."

Seeing the bag fill with more and more food, the already‑sated AdaiEr sighed and reluctantly nodded.

"Oh…"

"Alright!"

If he were alone, Ji Ming would feel embarrassed lingering between stalls like a child.

But now, using AdaiEr as an excuse, he can eat whatever he wants—so exhilarating!

While pondering whether to buy another flatbread, he walked the evening street when a sudden chill brushed his back.

Uh…

Damn, why do I have another ominous feeling!?

He didn't dare delay and hurriedly escorted AdaiEr down to the inn.

He stood up, stretched a bit, and felt he could still act!

Ji Ming suddenly felt he had seen this script before.

"Just as I thought…"

Sitting on the lobby sofa, Ji Ming began contemplating how to resolve the crisis.

However, this group has power, wealth, land, and followers; if he were to eliminate them without rebelling it would betray his own talent‑spotting, so the Lionheart King will definitely have safeguards.

"That's why I even dare to move here without any disguise—after all, nobody even knows me."

Ji Ming quickly noted it in his mind, planning to gather some material later.

"So in your noble family names, is the character 'Feng' missing?"

—It's not that the old lion died leaving a reputation; rather, Beimosi Grassland was unified by a true lion, establishing the Beimosi Khanate.

He certainly couldn't flee at the first sign of trouble; at the very least, when they actually strike, he should teleport away selectively and with reservation.

Perhaps due to path dependence, he recalled a trick that could benefit him endlessly—watching the tigers fight from the mountain.

Yet when the kingdom trembled and nobles across the lands rose in rebellion, he didn't rush to speak out; instead, he stockpiled grain, slowly claimed rulership, kept planting and storing food, and recruited talent.

Thus, these meritorious officials formed a noble group collectively called the 'Northland', and the Lionheart King, after becoming the 'Grandfather of Deep Forest', smiled into the Nine Springs.

"Um, meeting is fate. I just finished this; you can take a look."

【Uh uh】

"And on the right side, the nailed board is one thing, but there are spikes—probably cut from ghost‑thorn vines—pointed like drill bits. They hurt so much I almost died on the spot!"

Defensive battle, defense, defense…

The first ruler of Shen Lin Wang Guo was once just a minor count on the southern frontier of the Sacred Tree Kingdom.

Times forge heroes; as elves grew increasingly indulgent and even the deities gradually lost their voices, he keenly sensed the coming opportunity.

Qiu Yi's background is tragic, but perhaps his body has become accustomed to injury; after pulling out the foreign object and rinsing, he was fine.

After AdaiEr's briefing, Ji Ming gained a rough understanding of the so‑called Shen Lin Wang Guo, the Northland nobles, and the 'Mountain Folk Mercenary Corps'.

The sun‑moon icon kept popping up in the lower‑left corner of his view, yet it didn't affect AdaiEr's continued narration about Shen Lin Wang Guo.

He clapped his hands and instantly teleported near the dog‑headed humanoid cave.

Amid the chaotic ruins, he immediately spotted the presence of Death God.

【At that time the Sacred Tree Kingdom ran into trouble; the Absolute God suddenly fell. I suspect outside invaders caused it, trying to exploit the weakness, so I quickly rolled a good one over.】

"Oh."

Whether it's a skirmish or a full‑scale assault depends on one's luck.

……

【Got it, I understand】

"Oh oh."

Record: the human limit is one hundred seven succubi…

Damn, whatever I say I can't pull it out…

"Um, I have another matter; may I go up and say it?"

【Boss, how would you rate it?】

Only after the kingdom's army and the rebels fought to the last drop of blood did he raise a battle banner bearing a lion and lead the elite troops out of the fief.

"Friend, you're a doctor, right? Your wound‑tending technique seems very skilled."

For example, oppressing the Southern nobles, plundering Hui Guang Kingdom, and so on…

Having untangled the twists behind this, Ji Ming said goodbye to AdaiEr and left the inn.

The orcs yearning for further advancement want to raid from north to south, while the Northland nobles craving fame and fortune aim to raid from south to north.

【Alright, indeed I'm the 132nd savior pulled from a parallel universe.】

"It's fine, I just suddenly thought of something interesting."

AdaiEr seemed to have anticipated this and led him up to the second floor.

AdaiEr lowered her head and gave a self‑deprecating smile.

"Death God, you're also studying traps?"

"Anyway, you should stay away from these places; they're all tech and ruthless tricks."

【He did pretty well in the early stage, but later got a bit off‑color/evil.】

"Do you see that deep pit on the left? It's filled with sharpened wooden spikes, coated with some unknown spicy substance. My god, it hurts so much."

AdaiEr's expression was a bit strained, yet she continued to explain earnestly.

"Friend, this is also a skill. Let's add each other as friends."

Thus the two sides developed a natural conflict, which led to years of war.

"What doctor? When I was a kid, I was a bear, and my family raised livestock; watching the village's old veterinary surgeon operate, I picked up a bit of the basics."

If it were anyone else, hearing that excuse would probably turn their face green, but Qiu Yi burst into hearty laughter.

After a moment of silence, he pulled up a trap map he had made himself.

Qiu Yi had grown accustomed to strangers popping by to greet him these past two days, so while forcing a smile, his hands never stopped, still pulling out the spikes that were lodged in his back one by one.

Since it was a heavy reward, it wouldn't be in the mountainous, barren Southern Realm, but they were enfeoffed onto the flat, fertile Northern lands that even the elves coveted.

After that, heroes shaped the times; at the season's end, the Sword God of Ten-Mile Slope rode from south to north, his aura devouring ten thousand miles like a tiger.

And also, such a hack of strategy and tactics—could it be that a time‑traveler senior is involved?

【Savior, if you fall too, Yangyue World might truly be beyond rescue (crying loudly)】

"Alright, alright, my family is also from the countryside; we used to raise a lot of pigs!"

With hot hands and a black heart, using any means, yet because he considers himself noble, his face must shine...

AdaiEr wore a bewildered expression.

"Ah, I think I'm full now."

Did this guy join Old Man Vertical Saw's game? How come there's not a single good piece of meat on his back!

Since all the terrifying stories about him are merely urban legends, it shows he doesn't like confronting people openly, but operates in the shadows.

Then he wildly fathered sons with his succubus wives, letting his blood flow into all their families.

But war costs money; the meager income from the fief alone isn't enough, so extra revenue must be sourced elsewhere.

Lionheart King, taking history as a mirror, regarded his achievements as comparable to the King of Qin, so he didn't resort to burning old towers; instead, he richly rewarded the Dragon‑from‑Minister who had followed him in campaigns north and south.

Damn it, what a mess! I really want Xi Er Wei Ya to map you all out!

"Are you asking about the Northern nobles?"

Good brother, it wasn't in vain that I gave you special treatment!

【The life in this universe is just too fragile! Without even confronting the final enemy, one might collapse halfway!】

"Ah, now that you mention it, I also want to go back and see the old house..."

If he hasn't guessed wrong, An De Lu has indeed set his sights on me, and a next move will come soon.

…

As a surgeon, Ji Ming volunteered to help him solve the difficulty.

"Alright, thank you."

"Yeah, hey, uh, this… Wai Shu friend?"

He locked the door from the inside, sat at the table, and without waiting for Ji Ming to speak, took the initiative to say.

Among the various rebel kings, he was the first to breach Great Zhen Forest, and on the elves' throne he proclaimed the establishment of the Deep Forest Kingdom, styling himself Lionheart King.

He laughed humorously, yet his face showed a hint of recollection and bitterness.

He had intended to cheer up by eating some delicacies, but that strange feeling kept coming in waves.

Mountain folk mercenaries are the black gloves the Northern nobles use to make money in remote areas.

"Actually, speaking of Northern nobles, after all these years they still stratify into three, six, nine ranks."

"Our Fengxian clan is merely a vassal attached to others; aside from some techniques, we have no power or presence."

During the recent nights, he will certainly send—or rather hire—people to launch a raid on the Clinic.

【Even if I provide as many golden fingers as possible, it still can't sustain his relentless push…】

"Wai Shu, let me tell you, these goblin‑heads are true geniuses; they can devise any bizarre trap for you."

One can only say talent is talent; when they see a situation, the ideas that come to mind are all similar.

At the same time, it is also a veteran putting his remaining vigor to use, a second‑generation gilded‑hand training channel.

"I'll help you."

When he lifted the clothing on his back, he was stunned.

And in the Inner City of Sunlight City, it was night in the shadows.

After all these years, the esteemed Northern nobles still uphold their promises.

Qiu Yi sat on a stone, grinding his teeth, while habitually sharing intel and strategies with other players.

Thus he signed a pact with these meritorious officials, making them the kingdom's iron wall, responsible for guarding against the nomadic forces on the northern Beimosi Grassland.

【That's why I must quickly ascend to the High Dimension!】

For example, the Mercenary Alliance of Sunlight City, with Leader Luo Si's Mountain Folk Iron Hammer Mercenary Corps and Deputy Leader An De Lu's Mountain Folk Gale Mercenary Corps, are backed by at least two real‑power Counts, perhaps even higher.

"I'm a level‑16 warrior, not a level‑16 deaf person!"

【When I fought a hundred and eight succubi, I died.】

【My luck plummeted, my leveling stalled, and I grew increasingly arrogant, claiming to be the Unicorn Dragon King, intending to take a horde of succubi into my harem.】

Every mercenary corps is backed by a noble; the larger the corps, the more powerful the noble behind it.

Wait a moment!

Ha!

"Huh?"

So, we must prepare for a solo night‑time defensive battle at the Clinic.

…

"Actually, if I have to say it, I'm also part of the Northern nobles..."

"Uh, you heard that..."