Section 142

"I say, Straw-Cloak Guest, what kind of deep act are you putting on here?" Emerald Tiger's massive body pressed over like a mountain of flesh, his copper-bell-sized eyes glaring at Straw-Cloak Guest, spit nearly spraying onto Straw-Cloak Guest's face.

"What does shaking your head mean? What exactly happened to the General!" Emerald Tiger's voice was extremely loud, making the entire bank hall buzz.

Tide Enchantress giggled, covering her face with a round fan, and cast a charming, disdainful look at Emerald Tiger.

Marquis Blood-Robed, Bai Yifei, was as taciturn as always; only his cold, blue eyes swept over Straw-Cloak Guest before returning to calmness.

It was as if everything in this world had nothing to do with him.

Straw-Cloak Guest ignored Emerald Tiger's irritability and Tide Enchantress's mockery.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze from beneath the hat brim sweeping over everyone present, his voice low and hoarse.

"Prince Xia is going to the dungeon tonight."

This single sentence was like a thunderclap, instantly silencing the noisy hall.

Emerald Tiger's arrogant voice came to an abrupt halt, and Tide Enchantress's charming smile froze on her face.

Even the usually silent Marquis Blood-Robed suddenly raised his head, his cold gaze staring fixedly at Straw-Cloak Guest.

"The dungeon?" Tide Enchantress was the first to break the silence, a hint of confusion in her voice, "What is Prince Xia doing going to the dungeon? Could it be for that Baiyue remnant?"

Emerald Tiger scratched his head, a look of bewilderment on his fat face, "That's impossible, right? Isn't she just a tiny Baiyue princess? Is she worth Prince Xia making a trip to the dungeon himself?"

Marquis Blood-Robed's cold gaze lingered on Straw-Cloak Guest for a moment before he slowly spoke, his voice low and magnetic.

"This matter is indeed somewhat suspicious."

"Unless..." Marquis Blood-Robed paused, his tone carrying a hint of chill, "There is some secret about that Baiyue princess worth Prince Xia taking action himself."

Emerald Tiger rolled his eyes, a look of realization dawning on his fat face, "Could it be that the Baiyue princess really knows the whereabouts of the Baiyue Treasure Trove?"

"Hmph, I knew it. How could Prince Xia go to the dungeon for no reason? So it was for the Treasure Trove!" Emerald Tiger rubbed his hands excitedly, his fat body trembling, "The Baiyue Treasure Trove! That's a Treasure Trove rich enough to rival a nation! If we can find the treasure, won't our Nightfall soar to the skies?"

Tide Enchantress smiled charmingly, a flash of greed in her eyes, "If it really is for the treasure, then that makes sense."

Only Marquis Blood-Robed remained silent, the look of doubt in his cold blue eyes deepening.

"This matter is likely not that simple." Marquis Blood-Robed shook his head, his tone low, "The General's actions have always been airtight, but this time it is so abnormal that one cannot help but be suspicious."

Emerald Tiger waved his hand impatiently, a trace of displeasure on his fat face, "I say, Marquis Blood-Robed, you're just overthinking it."

"Prince Xia going to the dungeon must be to ask about the treasure. What else could be suspicious?"

"Besides, even if there is something suspicious, it has nothing to do with us. We just need to follow the General's orders."

As he spoke, Emerald Tiger stood up, his fat body waddling toward the door, "Alright, I have other things to do, so I won't keep you company. You all chat slowly."

Watching Emerald Tiger's departing back, Tide Enchantress smiled charmingly, a flash of mockery in her eyes, "This damn fatty only cares about money."

Marquis Blood-Robed ignored the dispute between Emerald Tiger and Tide Enchantress, his cold gaze turning back to Straw-Cloak Guest, asking in a low voice, "Straw-Cloak Guest, what do you think of this matter?"

Straw-Cloak Guest was silent for a moment before speaking slowly, his voice still hoarse and low, "I suggest, Lord Marquis Blood-Robed, that you go see the General in person."

Marquis Blood-Robed heard this and frowned slightly, his tone carrying a hint of hesitation, "The General has given orders that no one is to disturb him. If I go rashly, I fear I might anger the General."

Straw-Cloak Guest shook his head, his tone calm, "Precisely because of that, you must go even more..."

"If Lord Marquis Blood-Robed does not go to investigate clearly, I fear Nightfall will face a great disaster."

Marquis Blood-Robed heard this, and a flash of determination crossed his cold blue eyes.

He took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "Fine, I will go see the General now."

"Straw-Cloak Guest, you continue to track the General's whereabouts. If there is any unusual movement, notify me immediately."

"As you command." Straw-Cloak Guest bowed slightly, his face hidden beneath the brim of his hat, still concealed in shadow.

Night fell, and Xinzheng City was plunged into darkness.

Deep within the gloomy and damp dungeon, the air was filled with a nauseating, musty smell.

At the dungeon entrance, the guards who were usually heavily stationed were nowhere to be seen.

Only two figures stood like ghosts on either side of the prison door.

Yingge, in a tight black outfit, her figure alluring, played with an exquisite dagger in her hand, dangerous light flickering in her charming eyes.

Beside her stood a tall man wearing a hideous mask, holding a cold spear in his hand, his whole body exuding a suffocating Killing Intent.

Deep inside the dungeon, in a dark and damp cell.

Yan Lingji, bound by heavy shackles, her slender body curled up in a cold corner like tattered willow catkins.

Her messy, fiery red hair covered most of her face, but it still couldn't hide the exhaustion and stubbornness in her eyes.

The heavy chains left shocking bloodstains on her snow-white skin, but they could not shake the fire in her heart.

The prison door creaked open, and a tall, slender figure slowly walked in.

Yan Lingji suddenly raised her head, a flash of vigilance and disgust in her fiery red eyes.

"It's you again?" Yan Lingji's voice was hoarse and weak, "Has that old lecher Ji Wuye not had enough fun yet?"

Li Chengping's lips curled slightly, revealing a playful smile, and he ignored Yan Lingji's mockery.

He walked up to Yan Lingji, looking down at her from above, his tone calm and indifferent.

"This Prince did not come here for the Baiyue Treasure Trove."

Yan Lingji heard this, and a flash of confusion crossed her fiery red eyes, her tone still cold, "Then why are you here?"

"To watch me make a fool of myself?"

Li Chengping shook his head, his smile deepening, "This Prince is here to give you a... chance to escape."

"Escape?" Yan Lingji heard this, her delicate body shuddering, her fiery red eyes filled with disbelief, "You... what did you say?"

Li Chengping did not answer, only slowly raising his hand, a brilliant golden light instantly illuminating the entire cell.

The heavy shackles binding Yan Lingji, under the illumination of the golden light, shattered inch by inch like rotten wood, turning into powder.

Yan Lingji stared blankly at her hands, which had regained their freedom, her eyes still filled with doubt and confusion.

"Why?" Yan Lingji raised her head, looking directly at Li Chengping, a hint of vigilance in her tone, "Why do you want to let me go?"

Li Chengping's lips curled slightly, revealing a meaningful smile, "Because, this Prince has taken a liking to your... value."

"Value?" Yan Lingji frowned slightly, her eyes filled with even more confusion, "What value do I have?"

"Do you want to use me to deal with Ji Wuye?"

Li Chengping shook his head, denying Yan Lingji's guess, "Someone like Ji Wuye, this Prince doesn't even take him seriously."

"What this Prince wants you to do is... follow this Prince." Li Chengping's tone was calm, yet carried a hint of unquestionable dominance, "Become this Prince's person."

Yan Lingji heard this, her delicate body shuddering again, her fiery red eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

"Follow you?" Yan Lingji widened her eyes, staring fixedly at Li Chengping, as if trying to see right through him, "You... who are you?"

"Who exactly are you?"

"Why do you know my name?"

Chapter 112: After today, there will be no more Four Perilous Generals of Nightfall!

Li Chengping smiled slightly, not answering Yan Lingji's question directly, but saying in a playful tone, "Who this Prince is is not important."

"What is important is that this Prince can help you... take revenge."

"Revenge?" Yan Lingji heard this, her delicate body trembling violently, a monstrous hatred and Killing Intent instantly erupting in her fiery red eyes.

"You... what did you say?" Yan Lingji's voice trembled slightly with excitement, "You can help me take revenge?"

Li Chengping nodded, his tone firm, "As long as you are willing to follow this Prince, this Prince can let you... kill your enemies with your own hands."

"Not only that, this Prince can also let you... revive Baiyue."

"Revive Baiyue?" Yan Lingji's originally dim eyes were like a spark being thrown into them, instantly igniting into a raging flame.

She suddenly raised her head, staring fixedly at Li Chengping, as if trying to see through his Soul.

"You... are you telling the truth?" Her voice carried a hint of trembling; it was uncontrollable excitement and longing.

Li Chengping's lips curled slightly, his smile carrying a hint of temptation.

"This Prince never breaks his word."

"As long as you submit to this Prince, a mere Baiyue can be restored with a snap of my fingers."

"And your hatred, this Prince will also help you return it a hundredfold!"

"Boom!" In Yan Lingji's mind, it was as if a thunderclap had exploded.

Revive Baiyue, kill the enemies!

These two phrases, like a magic spell, grew wildly in her heart, almost swallowing up all her reason.

What had she been surviving for until now?

Wasn't it for the revival of Baiyue, to take revenge on those who trampled on Baiyue's dignity?

Now, the opportunity was right in front of her!

A man so powerful he was suffocating was willing to give her this opportunity!

Yan Lingji's breathing became rapid, her chest heaving violently, and her eyes became hazy and crazy.

She stared fixedly at Li Chengping, her red lips parted slightly, uttering a few words: "What... do I need to do?"

Li Chengping smiled with satisfaction.

The fish had taken the bait.

"Very simple." Li Chengping slowly leaned down, leaned close to Yan Lingji's ear, and whispered a few words.

After listening, Yan Lingji's delicate body trembled violently, a flash of struggle and hesitation in her eyes.

But soon, this hesitation was replaced by a crazy longing.

"Fine! I agree!" Yan Lingji gritted her teeth, as if having made up her mind.

Li Chengping laughed heartily, his eyes full of admiration.

"What this Prince promised you, this Prince will definitely do."

"But for now..." Li Chengping paused, his gaze landing on Yan Lingji's graceful body, his smile becoming somewhat playful.