144: Chapter 144 Chang Feng's Terrible Idea

Defect to another Human Race city?

Impossible.

The world is in chaos right now; who would take in a defeated general without troops?

They might even take his head to curry favor with Su Bai.

Then where else could he go?

Who else could he defect to?

Chang Feng's gaze subconsciously fell on the military map hanging on the wall, his line of sight crossing the marker for Yunzhou City and casting toward that vast area outside the city.

The Yao Race.

The two words were like a bolt of lightning, splitting open his chaotic thoughts.

A thought, crazy to the extreme, took root and sprouted in his mind.

That's right... The Yao Race!

The Demon army had just been at the city gates not long ago; they were determined to take Yunzhou City.

Why did they retreat?

It must have been temporary.

What were they lacking?

They lacked someone who understood the inside of Yunzhou City!

They lacked an inside contact who could open the city gates for them!

And he, Chang Feng, as the deputy general of the Yunzhou Army, knew the city defense deployments, the actual strength of the troops, and the personalities of the commanders like the back of his hand!

This... this was his only chance!

Chang Feng's breathing became hot, and a kind of madness flickered in his eyes.

Su Bai, don't you want to secure Yunzhou City?

Don't you want to be the master of this Yunzhou City?

I won't let you get your wish!

If I can't have it, don't even think about having it either!

At worst... at worst, we'll perish together, and I'll turn this Yunzhou City into scorched earth!

He walked abruptly to the bedside, lifted the bed board, and took out a small Storage Pouch from a secret compartment.

Inside this was all his possessions and some confidential military documents.

He gripped the Storage Pouch tightly in his palm, turned his head, looked out the window, and cast his gaze toward the north.

The direction where the Demon army's blade had once pointed.

"Su Bai... Li Han... just you wait."

Chang Feng's mouth curled into a ferocious arc.

"This play has only just begun."

Night fell, and the lamps were lit.

The Generals Mansion was peaceful.

Su Bai stepped into the backyard, took off his armor, and changed into loose casual clothes.

Outside, he was Su Pojun, but returning to this courtyard, looking at the beauties filling the yard, even Su Bai couldn't help but relax at this moment.

Dinner had long been prepared in the main hall.

Su Mei and Lin Weiwei were busy serving dishes on the left and right.

Lin Chanchan was obediently pouring wine on the side.

Zhou Qingying sat beside Su Bai, a simple yet elegant long dress setting off her temperament perfectly.

Su Bai picked up his wine glass and recounted what had happened at the prefect's mansion today, as well as Li Han bestowing the name "Pojun" and establishing their master-disciple relationship.

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the room instantly became lively.

Although Su Mei didn't understand the twists and turns of the imperial court, she knew that the prefect was the biggest official in Yunzhou City.

If the Young Master could be the prefect's disciple, wouldn't he be able to walk sideways in Yunzhou City in the future?

Her peach-blossom eyes were full of admiration, and the way she looked at Su Bai was so intense it seemed like strings were being pulled.

Lin Weiwei and Lin Chanchan were even happier, continuously serving food to Su Bai.

"Young Master, try this dish; my sister and I made it together."

Only Zhou Qingying's hand holding the chopsticks paused slightly.

A flash of shock crossed her eyes, followed by deep admiration.

She came from the Jiedushi Residence and had been influenced by officialdom matters since she was a child.

Who was Li Han?

He was the leader of the Qingliu civil officials and the nail sent by the imperial court to check the Yunzhou Army.

Usually, in Li Han's eyes, those military generals were nothing but crude men, but now, Li Han had actually taken the initiative to accept Su Bai as his disciple?

Zhou Qingying knew very well that this was definitely not Li Han's whim.

This showed that Su Bai's current ability had forced Li Han to lower his status to win him over.

And Su Bai's act of going with the flow and bowing was even more perfect.

With this master-disciple relationship, Su Bai was draped in a political cloak of a civil official.

If anyone wanted to stab Su Bai in the back in the future, they would have to weigh whether they could get past the Prefect.

Although the Saint was currently kidnapped, who could say if the Saint might return one day?

At that time, as long as the Saint returned and the imperial court was still surnamed Zhou, wouldn't the Young Master's status rise to the sky?

Once he received the Saint's reward, his cultivation would surely soar.

It was said that in the cultivation grounds of the Imperial City, one day of practice was equivalent to several months for an ordinary Cultivator.

The man she had chosen... was more than just an ambitious hero; he was a true Dragon crouching in the abyss!

Zhou Qingying's gaze toward Su Bai became increasingly tender, and she said softly to Su Bai: "Husband's move is brilliant.

With Lord Li's endorsement, I'm afraid the gentry in the city who were still watching will be breaking down the doors of our Generals Mansion starting tomorrow."

Su Bai understood the subtext of Zhou Qingying's words.

The two smiled at each other, everything understood without words.

After the meal, the night deepened.

Su Bai looked at the beautiful women filling the room and felt a fire burning in his lower abdomen.

Today, not only did he settle the grain merchants, but he also picked up a cheap master.

More importantly, his influence had finally taken root in this chaotic world.

On such a joyous day, how could they not celebrate properly?

A trace of evil fire flashed in Su Bai's eyes, a wicked smile curled the corner of his mouth, and his gaze swept unscrupulously across Zhou Qingying's slender waist.

The Yin Yang Dual Cultivation Art circulated faintly in his body, making him radiate a masculine charm that women could not resist.

Su Bai stood up, preparing to wrap his arms around these delicate beauties and return to the room to discuss the great Dao of life.

But just then, the corner of Su Bai's eye caught a thin, small figure standing in the shadows outside the hall.

Li Qing.

Ever since she was saved, this little girl had been dutifully doing chores in the residence.

At this moment, she was lowering her head, her two small hands tightly twisting the corner of her clothes.

The originally sparkling big eyes were dim.

Su Bai raised an eyebrow.

What was wrong with this girl?

Although she didn't speak much, she was usually a smart one.

What grievance had she suffered today?

Su Bai let go of Su Mei, walked to the threshold, and said softly to Li Qing: "What's wrong, Qing'er?

Who bullied you?

Tell Young Master."

Li Qing was startled by Su Bai's sudden question.

Her shoulders hunched violently.

She raised her head, her eyes red, looking at this man who had pulled her out of Hell like a Heavenly God, and her small mouth pouted.

In fact, Li Qing's psychology was very contradictory and fearful.

Watching the mistresses, each as beautiful as a Heavenly Immortal, and all able to serve the Young Master at night, she felt sour in her heart.

At the same time, she felt she was too useless; besides doing rough work, she couldn't help the Young Master with anything.

She was afraid that one day the Young Master would get tired of her and not want her anymore.

In this chaotic world, if she left the Young Master, Li Qing didn't know how to survive.

After holding it in for a long time, Li Qing suddenly raised her head, her small face flushed red, and she said firmly to Su Bai: "Young Master, Qing'er... Qing'er doesn't want to just do chores."

"Qing'er also wants to sleep with Young Master!

Qing'er can also serve Young Master!"

The whole room suddenly became quiet.

Su Bai froze in place, almost thinking he had misheard.

He lowered his head and looked at the little girl in front of him whose figure hadn't fully grown yet, flat-chested, like a shriveled bean.