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Feng Wuyi became even more panicked, "I, I..."

Feng Tingdu said in a low voice, "You may step back!"

Feng Wuyi suddenly raised his head, looking at Feng Tingdu in front of him, "Ancestor..."

However, before Feng Wuyi could finish,

Feng Tingdu suddenly disappeared from this small courtyard.

...

In the Da Feng Dynasty, although it belonged to the royal Feng Family,

there were also many competitions within the Feng Family.

However, generally speaking,

the Feng Family was ultimately led by three main factions. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Firstly, it was the faction of the new Emperor, Feng Wumian.

Secondly, there was the Second Prince, Feng Wuhen.

Thirdly, it was Feng Wuyi.

And behind each of these three people, there stood a Feng Family Ancestor supporting them.

It seemed that neither the new Emperor nor the Second Prince had done much yet,

and the power of the Feng Family faction under Feng Wuyi,

seemed to be gradually bowing out over time.

Even though Qingcheng Prefecture was still in Feng Wuyi’s hands,

Luo Mountain Prefecture was already under the sole control of the Luo Family.

The last retreat for Qingcheng Prefecture had been thoroughly cut off.

The land of Qingcheng Prefecture had completely become a death ground.

Tell me, under such circumstances, what qualification does Feng Wuyi have to compete with the other two major factions of the royal Feng Family?

...

In the blink of an eye, another month passed.

During this month,

although there were some frictions and collisions among the many forces within the Da Feng Dynasty,

overall, no major events had occurred.

In Luo Mountain Prefecture, Qingshi City, on the Luo Family Ancestral Land,

Luo Ping was sitting in his room, in the seat of the Family Head.

Just like that Patriarch Changfeng of his family, sipping hot tea while silently enjoying life.

Ever since Luo Ping had modified the system for handling affairs,

his own workload had begun a steady downward slide.

If Luo Ping had to say it himself...

he would only think that this is what the Luo Family Patriarch should be doing.

Like before, working himself to death every day handling petitions,

without a single moment of his own time,

What kind of head of a family would it make one?

"Family Head, the Changli Prefecture’s two major families have sent a letter..."

A Luo Family guard,

suddenly walked into the room,

holding in his hand a letter that had not yet been opened.

"Changli Prefecture?"

"Two major families?"

Luo Ping narrowed his eyes slightly, and after pondering for a moment, a lot of information about Changli Prefecture surfaced in his mind.

If he wasn’t mistaken, the Chang Family and the You Family in Changli Prefecture should be arch-enemies.

Their hatred ran so deep that it could even be traced back over a thousand years.

Normally, these two major families wouldn’t come together.

But why...

are the Chang Family and the You Family from Changli Prefecture now sending a letter to this side of the Luo Family?

...

After receiving the letter from the guard’s hands,

Luo Ping waved his hand.

He dismissed the guards standing before him.

Thereafter, he opened the letter and slowly began reading it.

The content of the letter was not extensive.

In essence, it communicated that the borderlands of Changli Prefecture had been amassing an army exceeding a million armored elites by Chenguan Prefecture and Xunyang Prefecture.

The situation in Changli Prefecture was exceptionally precarious.

Therefore, Changli Prefecture had sent a letter asking for reinforcements from the Luo Mountain Prefecture Luo Family.

"Chenguan Prefecture..."

"Xunyang Prefecture..."

Luo Ping slowly set down the letter, muttering softly to himself.

He had scant impressions of Xunyang Prefecture.

All he knew was that Xunyang Prefecture was situated above Changli Prefecture, governed by the Ke Family.

However, compared with the greatly unfamiliar Xunyang Prefecture,

Chenguan Prefecture Miao Family was all too familiar to Luo Ping.

Previously, when the Luo Family made moves to attack Changping Prefecture,

the Miao Family of Chenguan Prefecture sneakily followed behind the Luo Family’s army, forcefully seizing a piece of the spoils from the Luo Family’s clutches.

This incident remained crystal clear in Luo Ping’s mind.

And now, that Chenguan Prefecture Miao Family had set its sights on Changli Prefecture.

The situation had gradually started to become interesting.

With such a grudge in place, even if the Luo Family sent troops, it would bring no benefit to themselves.

But as long as it could make the Miao Family of Chenguan Prefecture uncomfortable,

the Luo Family would consider their objective achieved.

...

Following Luo Ping’s orders to assemble the troops and stockpile them at the Miao Family border of Chenguan Prefecture,

the Luo Family, which had been quietly developing for quite some time,

finally sprang into action once again.

An abundance of armored soldiers began heading toward the Miao Family borderland of Chenguan Prefecture.

A multitude of food supplies and materials

also began to be transported toward the direction of the Miao Family border.

...

In Qingshi City, on the Luo Family Ancestral Land, in the courtyard of the Ancestor of the Luo Family,

at this time, Luo Changfeng was sitting quietly beneath a Stone Pavilion.

In his hand, he held a storage ring of a dark hue.

His eyes were slightly squinted,

calmly observing the black storage ring in his hand.

"Brother Luo, I’ve got to say, with these million low-grade spirit stones, what couldn’t you do?"

"Why insist on buying such an unknown flame?"

In front of Luo Changfeng, Fu Qiu, the Deputy Sect Master of the Luoshan Prefecture Sub-sect, couldn’t help but speak in a low voice.

And at Fu Qiu’s side, dressed in all black and appearing no different from an ordinary rural old man, was Zhong Mudao,

who also nodded at that moment, seemingly agreeing that Fu Qiu’s words made a lot of sense.

Perhaps, for the high ranks of the Wan Dan Sect,

a million low-grade spirit stones meant little.

But to Luo Changfeng,

these million low-grade spirit stones definitely constituted a fortune.

Yet, to squander them so,

truly seemed a bit regrettable.