Under the night sky, the flames almost filled the entire Xia Lin City.

Although the battle at the Celestial King Hall had ended, the news had not yet reached the ears of the soldiers guarding the city.

Moreover, the long silent resettlement camp had erupted in turmoil once more.

This group of laborers, oppressed and exploited by Yang Minggui for a long time, had been continuously suppressed multiple times, yet now were wandering like walking corpses, but the thought of rebellion had not been eliminated, merely hidden.

With the Three Guards attacking the city, the guards overseeing the resettlement camp were dispatched to defend the walls. Such a good opportunity allowed the ambitious individuals hidden among the ten thousand laborers to ignite hope, inciting thousands of laborers to rise in rebellion once more.

Due to the failures of the previous two attempts, this time they did not rush to the Celestial King Hall to seek revenge against Yang Minggui and his people.

They only wanted to escape from Xia Lin City, to flee this cage of oppression that bound them.

They charged towards the city gates, engaging in a violent struggle with the defending troops of Xia Lin City.

As a portion of the Celestial Master Army soldiers were sent to the Celestial King Hall, the defenders on the walls numbered just over three thousand. Facing attacks from inside and out, the city gates soon became defenseless.

Allowing Chen Mo's Three Guards to press inside.

Meanwhile, Zhang River could not distinguish which side these laborers belonged to, and similarly, the ten thousand laborers could not figure it out either.

One side wanted to come in, the other wanted to get out, and another feared both sides and just wanted to hide.

Thus, in complete confusion, the three sides became entangled in chaotic combat.

...

Celestial King Hall.

[Name: Chen Mo]

[Age: 18]

[Cultivation Technique: Purple Sun Transformation Skill (Proficient 41980/50000)]

[Realm: Transcendence (Fourth Grade)]

[Power: 1333]

[Skills: Great Sun Qi Slash (Basic 2609989/5000000), Cloud-Chasing Arrow (Advanced 174628/200000)]

In the hall, Chen Mo had disheveled hair, bare upper body, enveloped in a circle of purple radiance. He stood high-spirited, exuding a forceful aura.

He twisted his neck, bones cracking, muscles on his arms shifting accordingly. Every muscle on his body was brimming with explosive power.

Chen Mo's eyes gleamed, exhaling a breath of turbid air from his mouth. This Soul Devouring Array increased the experience of Purple Sun Transformation Skill by more than forty thousand, and his own power rose by over a hundred.

He felt bloated now.

That sort of sensation from being so full that even the mind reaches a peak, feeling like it's about to explode.

He viewed his Dantian internally, the once calm ocean now rained upon fiercely, stirring thousand-layered waves as it roared in anger.

"Boom!"

Raising his hands above his head, a surge of forceful Innate Spiritual Qi burst from his palms.

"Bang!"

The main hall shook, the roof of the central hall was blown open by Chen Mo, creating a hole several meters wide.

Tiles, wood debris fell off, dust scattered.

With part of the Innate Spiritual Qi released, the overwhelming feeling within Chen Mo improved significantly.

"Marshal Chen."

"Marshal Chen."

Hearing the commotion, Li Yunzhang, Su Wen, and Sun Meng hurriedly jogged in, thinking something had happened. Upon seeing the large hole above, they all gasped.

Cui Shuang and others also entered subsequently, their gaze at Chen Mo was filled with complex emotions.

None had expected that Chen Mo's true strength turned out to be Fourth Grade...

"Commander Cui, well-done." Chen Mo's gaze shifted to Cui Shuang.

Cui Shuang was the one who decapitated Yang Minggui and Xu Mu.

Being looked at, Cui Shuang's heart trembled, recalling how the youth kicked Xu Mu flying, solving him with a move. He involuntarily swallowed, forcing a smile, "That's just part of my duty."

Chen Mo approached Cui Shuang, the latter was instantly startled, wanting to retreat but dared not move.

When Chen Mo's hand patted Cui Shuang's shoulder, feeling like death was imminent, Cui Shuang immediately collapsed sitting on the ground.

The night's events had completely exceeded his expectations.

First Yang Minggui was killed, then Xu Mu.

The quick reversal of the situation left his mind unable to catch up.

Sun Meng and the other two laughed as they looked at Cui Shuang.

Chen Mo squatted down, placed his hand on Cui Shuang's shoulder again, saying, "Logically, you know too much, I shouldn't let you remain, but I have always cherished talent. Just don't know if Commander Cui is talented."

"I... I am." Cui Shuang hurriedly replied.

"Being talented isn't just about words. Those soldiers under Yang Minggui, can... can you control them?" Chen Mo asked.

"I... I can." Saying this, Cui Shuang turned around, pointing at two individuals among the generals who originally sided with Xu Mu, and said, "But I need their help. If they help me, it will be more... straightforward."

Chen Mo's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the two pointed by Cui Shuang, one with the number 63 on his forehead and another with 59, indicating both were Eighth-Grade Martial Artists.

Chen Mo nodded, "Then take those two with you, gather all the Celestial Master Army soldiers in the city and bring them to the Celestial King Hall."

"Understood." Cui Shuang quickly replied, sighing in relief.

Chen Mo gestured to Sun Meng, indicating to take the Personal Guard Team along.

After Cui Shuang and the others left, Chen Mo's gaze swept over the remaining individuals, "Are you my talents?"

"Yes, yes, yes..."

The remaining few nodded frantically like chickens pecking at food.

"Who knows where Yang Minggui's warehouse is?"

As soon as Chen Mo finished speaking, a sharp-faced middle-aged man, afraid of being too slow, hurriedly said, "I...I know."

"I, I also know." The rest quickly chimed in.

Chen Mo pointed to the sharp-faced man who spoke first, glancing at the red number '60' on his forehead, and said, "What's your name?"

"Reporting to Marshal Chen, this...this humble one is Zheng Guozhu," replied the sharp-faced man Zheng Guozhu.

"Quite an impressive name. Take me there."

"...Understood."

Zheng Guozhu glanced at Chen Mo, then came to Yang Minggui's corpse, fumbled about, and found a silver medal. He grinned sheepishly and said, "The warehouse is heavily guarded; they only recognize Yang...Minggui and the token."

After speaking, he led Chen Mo towards outside the hall. Chen Mo glanced at Li Yunzhang, "Guard the rest."

Li Yunzhang nodded, turned his gaze to the people inside the hall, "Crouch down and don't make trouble."

Su Wen took a group from the leftover troops of Sun Meng and followed Chen Mo.

...

Yang Minggui's warehouse is outside the Celestial King Hall, nearer to the city's barracks, guarded heavily by Yang Minggui's personal soldiers.

Because the warehouse was crucial, storing supplies and provisions, even with the commotion outside, this group didn't leave.

Of course, the heavy guard meant their equipment was good, numbering less than three hundred.

"Who goes there?" The guard leader outside the warehouse blocked Chen Mo and his party.

Zheng Guozhu pulled out the silver token and said, "Commander token is here, clear...clear a path for me."

The guard leader knew Zheng Guozhu but, as a Seventh-Grade Martial Artist, frowned at Zheng's tone but still patiently said, "Spring River Moonlit Night."

Zheng Guozhu was stunned, "What?"

"Clang—"

Seeing Zheng Guozhu unable to respond to the signal, the guard leader immediately drew his saber, decisively slashing at Zheng Guozhu without hesitation.

Zheng Guozhu's face turned pale.

"Clang..."

The crisp sound echoed as Chen Mo grabbed the blade meant for Zheng Guozhu with his palm enveloped in purple energy.

"What?!" The guard leader's pupils shrank.

"Get lost." Chen Mo gently twisted, turning the blade in the guard leader's hand into a twist. Before he could respond, Chen Mo slapped his face. The leader's head spun several times on his neck before flying off, with blood spurting from his neck.

"Gulp..." Zheng Guozhu swallowed hard, his eyes widening.

The remaining guards trembled at the sight, instinctively retreating a step, exchanging glances before charging forward.

Chen Mo stomped sharply, the blood-soaked floor beneath splintering and flying out like deadly flying sabers, hitting either the forehead or slitting the throat of the front-row guards, killing them.

"Kill!"

Despite the odds of ten to one, Su Wen led the personal guards fearlessly into battle.

Chen Mo advanced steadily.

Although the guards were numerous, they fled in panic after dozens were killed.

Chen Mo didn't pursue, leading his men to the warehouse door.

The door was locked.

Zheng Guozhu considered going back to the guard leader's corpse to find a key, but Chen Mo kicked the door with his foot.

"Boom," a loud noise echoed as the door fell with a burst of dust.

"Cough, cough..."

Su Wen and others couldn't help but cough, covering their mouths and noses, retreating.

Once the dust settled, the vast interior of the warehouse appeared before everyone.

The first to catch their eye were the baskets stacked like small mountains filled with strings of copper coins, followed by neatly arranged but rusty-headed long spears, then the catapults, siege vehicles, bed crossbows, bundles of ring-headed sabers, bows arranged on racks, and bundled feathered arrows.

Chen Mo walked into the warehouse.

At the inner corner of the warehouse, sacks were stacked neatly, bulging.

At Chen Mo's signal, Su Wen cut open one of the sacks with a saber.

"Swish..."

Grains spilled out of the sack, clearly visible.

Su Wen went to the corner, pierced two more sacks, and saw it was still filled with grain.

Su Wen excitedly slapped his thigh, "Marshal Chen, we've...struck gold."

Chen Mo's face flushed slightly; the contents piled in this warehouse far surpassed Lu Yonggang's stash in Celestial Water Town.

"Marshal Chen, there's dried meat too," one of the personal soldiers discovered stored dried meat.

"So...much grain?!" Zheng Guozhu was also stunned seeing this.

Their meals were better than the laborers', but not plentiful each time, making Zheng Guozhu think there was little grain stored. But seeing this warehouse piled high with grain, this wasn't grain scarcity...

"Quick, call people over to count." Chen Mo's excitement was hard to conceal; this time he really struck it rich.

"Understood." Su Wen quickly signaled two people to call for reinforcements with him.

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