The ceremony was a big day for the Dragon League, so almost all the best things were offered. When Lin Muyu sat at the host's seat, he was shocked by the table of delicacies that he had never seen before. He saw a roasted suckling pig that looked like a donkey, and grapes that looked like a woman's breasts.
Feng Zhanlin explained, "That is a Spiritual Donkey Pig, which we hunted in the mountains after much difficulty. This kind of wild boar can run like lightning, and its speed is astonishing. It is even comparable to the Starfall Domain Master's movement technique. As for that grape, it is called Milk Grape. Hahaha … It is said that it has a very good effect of nourishing the skin!"
Lin Muyu glanced at him, feeling that Feng Zhanlin had also learned bad things.
The people at Lin Muyu's table were basically all nobles. Zhao Qian of the Devouring Heaven Domain, Zhuang Fei of the Fiery Lion Domain, Nangong Lie of the Mystic Heaven Domain, and Du Xing of the Gale Domain were all high-ranking figures among the sixty-four domains. In addition, there were Xi Yan, Qin Yin, Tang Xiaoxi, and the two domain lords of the Dragon League. Therefore, everyone had to be careful with their words and actions.
Nangong Lie's gaze fell onto a plate of fruits and he said, "This … could it be the legendary Dragon Claw Sweet Taro?"
"That's right, Domain Lord Nangong has a good eye!"
Moqi Lin smiled, "Dragon Claw Sweet Potato is very good for cleansing the meridians. It is a pity that there are less than a hundred of them in Dragon City's garden. This time, we have picked twenty of them for the domain lords to taste. Consider it our Dragon League's hospitality as a host!"
Zhao Qian was slightly stunned. Dragon Claw Sweet Potato was indeed good stuff. Because it grew on trees, it would fall to the ground once it was ripe, and would rot quickly after falling to the ground. Therefore, there had to be people guarding it. Ripe Dragon Claw Sweet Potato had to be stored in an ice cellar, or it would lose its spiritual power. A well-preserved Dragon Claw Sweet Potato would cost at least ten thousand gold coins, and Dragon City actually used it to entertain guests.
"Today, not only will there be delicious food, but there will also be good wine." Feng Zhanlin gave the guard a look.
Very quickly, a few maids walked over with wine jugs. Before they poured the wine, they could already smell the mellow aroma. Instantly, Nangong Lie's eyes lit up. "What wine is this? It's so fragrant … There's even the smell of Peaceheart Berry in the fragrance. Could it be the legendary Ten Thousand Years Drunk?"
"Region Lord Nangong has a good nose!" Qin Yin couldn't help but smile. "This is indeed Ten Thousand Years Intoxication. We only found two jars in the cellar of Dragon City …"
"Wow, it's really Ten Thousand Years Intoxication!?" Nangong Lie's face was flushed with excitement as he said, "It's said that a thousand catties of Peaceheart Berries need to be fermented for a thousand years before one can brew an authentic Ten Thousand Year Drunk. I've only heard of it but never tasted it. This … this Dragon City is really a good place, there are all kinds of treasures!"
Smiling, Feng Zhanlin said, "If you think Dragon City is good, why don't you join us with the Realm of Mystic Heaven?"
He started to pull people over.
However, Nangong Lie was a 92nd Level Grotto-Heaven Great Perfection Celestial Emperor, so it was not that easy to pull him down. He waved his hand and smiled. "Let's talk about this after we drink!"
The color of Ten Millennia Intoxication was light blue, but it was delicious and fragrant. When it was poured into the cup, it actually gave off a faint icy aura.
Even Qin Yin, Tang Xiaoxi, and Xi Yan, who didn't drink much, couldn't help but want to taste this legendary treasure. Speaking of which, it was also thanks to Dongfang Yan. If Dongfang Yan hadn't fled in a hurry and didn't take anything with him, Dragon City wouldn't have so many treasures, and they wouldn't have the luck to enjoy such a treasure!
When they began to enjoy the Ten Millennia Intoxication, a terrifying gaze shot over from not far away. It was Zheng Xian's gaze.
Zheng Xian and Dongfang Yan were old friends, so he naturally knew about the existence of Ten Millennia Intoxication. Now that Lin Muyu and the others took out Ten Millennia Intoxication to entertain Zhao Qian, Nangong Lie, and the others, Zheng Xian probably wanted to kill them. However, there were so many experts from the 64 domains here today, so Zheng Xian didn't dare to cause any trouble.
During the banquet, Du Xing's attitude towards Lin Muyu was very good. After all, she was a force from the north, and was separated from the Dragon League by the entire middle territory. Therefore, based on the principle of befriending distant forces, there was no need to offend her. Because of this, so many people challenged Lin Muyu, but Du Xing didn't move at all.
Lin Muyu saw this, but she knew very well that Du Xing was a smart man, probably much smarter than all the Domain Lords present. He understood what it meant to size up the situation. On the other hand, Zhuang Fei, Lunatic Liang and the others were far behind. As for Zhao Qian, he was actually very arrogant. He looked down on the other forces from the bottom of his heart, and in his eyes, there was only the Devouring Heaven Domain.
The banquet lasted for two days, and on the third day, people from the major forces were sent away.
At this point, the Dragon League was established, and the 64 domains began to stir.
…
At the same time, undercurrents were also surging in the Shattered Cauldron Realm.
Mingshan Province, the southernmost province of the Qin Empire, had Shangyang City as its economic, political, and military center. Mingshan Province's main industries were fishing, hunting, and farming. There were many mountains and rivers, and the people were rich. Therefore, the Empire didn't send many troops to Mingshan Province. The entire Mingshan Province was three times the size of Lingnan Province, but it only had a measly 40,000 troops. Most of them were new troops, and the commander was once the god of war, and now the commander of the Mingshan Province's garrison — Xiang Yu.
At night, the governor's mansion was quiet. In the huge office, there was a several-meter-long desk, and Xiang Yu was wearing a general's robe, carefully looking at the map under the candlelight.
"Dong dong …"
An old voice came from outside the door, "Master Yu, you haven't slept yet?"
Xiang Yu raised his head, "Oh, it's General Liu. Come in."
"Yes!"
An old general walked in shakily. His face was old, but his spirit was still hale and hearty. He was one of the deputy commanders of the Mingshan Garrison, Liu Yongchang.
Liu Yongchang joined the army early and had always been in the local army, but he had also represented the Yihe Country's army to fight against the devil race. He could be considered a meritorious minister of the Empire, and now he had become Xiang Yu's right-hand man.
Under the candlelight, Liu Yongchang looked at the map and said, "Master Yu, you have been looking at the map for a day. Have you figured anything out?"
"How many scouts have we sent to Nanman?"
"A total of 20 people."
"How many have returned?"
"Not yet." Liu Yongchang seemed a little surprised, and said, "They have just set off for less than a month. It will take a month to reach the depths of Nanman, and another month to return. Master Yu seems to be worried that it is too early?"
Xiang Yu smiled faintly, took out a stack of documents from the drawer at the side, and gently placed it on the table, "General, look at this."
"What is this?"
"This is the annual reconnaissance report of Nanman. Basically, all the scouts will report back within a month because they will not really enter the depths of Nanman. But this year, a month has passed, and none of these people actually came back to hand in the order. This really makes me feel a little strange."
Liu Yongchang could not help but laugh, "The South is a barren land. Other than birds and beasts, there is nothing else. Mingshan Province's documents pile up like a mountain every day, and Master Yu does not care about so many important matters. Instead, you care about the small matter of the scouts. This is really inconceivable. Perhaps, this group of lazy fools is drinking in some tavern!"
Xiang Yu's eyes lit up, "General, we have a heavy responsibility, so we must be careful. Otherwise, wouldn't we be letting down the Emperor? Moreover, I will not let go of such details. Immediately pass down my order, send more people to the Nanman wastelands to scout and investigate. "
"Yes, I will immediately send another 100 people."
"No."
Xiang Yu waved his hand, "100 people is far from enough. Send another 1,000 people. Every 100 people will form a team. Give them enough dry rations and fast horses. Pass down my order, they must explore the Nanman wastelands within a month and only return after confirming that there are no accidents."
"Yes, this subordinate will do it now!"
Liu Yongchang closed the door, leaving only the cold wind swirling in the room.
Xiang Yu could not help but shiver. Ever since Tang Wei died, he had not had a woman by his side for a long time. Although he was a god, he was still a human. How could he withstand so many years of loneliness?
At the thought of women, Xiang Yu could not help but raise his head and lie on the chair. What was a woman? To him, they were probably nothing. Now, he only wanted to guard the Empire's South and ensure that nothing went wrong. Otherwise, if something went wrong in the South, the Imperial Capital was bound to take action. Although Xiang Yu and Feng Jixing were not of the same bloodline, they were still Imperial Great Generals. They had fought for more than a decade in exchange for today's peace. Xiang Yu was too worried about losing it again.
"Pa ta …"
A corner of the crystal on the window suddenly cracked. A cold wind rushed in and instantly blew out the candle.
"Buzz!"
Xiang Yu bellowed and pulled out his sword. The sword was enveloped in raging flames, illuminating the entire room.
But there was nothing, just that the window had been in disrepair for many years. Xiang Yu couldn't help but feel a little dejected.
A true famed general was tired of war, but he also hoped that the flames of war would reignite in his bones. Xiang Yu was exactly like this.
… …
In the dense forests of the south, well-trained soldiers were silently making their way through the forest. The banner of the Blackstone Empire could faintly be seen fluttering in the wind. In addition, the low roars of dragons could be heard in the sky.
Within the army, under the banner of the commander, Lu Yan of the Sea and Mountain Army was the undisputed commander. He rode a majestic white warhorse as he slowly followed the army.
Suddenly, a rider galloped over. It was a scout.
"Lord Commander, we've discovered a village up ahead. We've ascertained that it does not belong to the tribes of the south. How should we deal with it?"
Lu Yan's voice was somewhat gloomy. "Kill them all."
"Yes!"
On the side, Baili Yan frowned.
Lu Yan looked at him. "What? Does the military advisor think that I'm doing something wrong?"
Baili Yan shook his head. "No, it's the exact opposite. Commander, you're doing the right thing. Our army must march silently. Otherwise, how can we achieve the effect of a surprise attack?
"Right, how are the Yihe Empire's troops? Has Qin Yi, that old fellow, died of illness? "
"Not yet. They're on our left. But don't worry, Commander. They're just a few tens of thousands of soldiers. Their battle prowess is low, and they're nothing to worry about."
"Mm! Speed up the march. We'll reach the Bright Mountain Province within seven days. We must capture Shangyang City within half a month. "
"Yes!"
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