Five hundred thousand troops were annihilated in Big Yellow City.

This was almost all of the Cui Clan's wealth, but Cui Ting burned it down.

Although he managed to survive by luck, this did not change the current situation where the Cui Clan was unable to move a single step under the attacks of the Qiu Clan and the Jiang Clan.

Great Xia had eight continents, named Yan, Qi, Liao, Jing, Yong, Ying, Yu, Long.

The Grand Xia Imperial Clan's Imperial Teacher, who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, once said that in the eight continents of the Grand Xia, only half of the land was occupied.

The implication was that the Great Xia Imperial Clan had to hold the Four Continents in their hands no matter what. Jing Zhou was Qiu Juping's fief, Yong Zhou was Jiang Clan's fief, Long Zhou was Cui Ting's fief, and Liao Zhou was divided among the various kings. The remaining four Great Xia Imperial Clans were tightly held in their hands, and even if they had great merits, they would not be rewarded.

The ambitious Qiu Jiang Clan was not satisfied with the only fief they had. They wanted to take a step further, and the best way was to completely destroy the current Cui Clan.

As a result, the Imperial Court impeached Cui Ting for defeat in Big Yellow City. The memorial to the death of 500,000 Xia soldiers was handed over like a snowflake. Although Li Yulin, the emperor of Great Xia, had yet to express his stance, a gloomy atmosphere that was filled with rain had already enveloped the capital of Great Xia, Heng Imperial City.

After the morning court, Cui Ting returned to his mansion with a gloomy expression and frowned. He did not pay any attention to anyone. After returning home, he carried two jars of fine wine and locked himself up in his room alone. Everyone saw him like this, but they didn't dare to touch this Lord Guozhu's bad luck. They all temporarily put down the things they were eager to report to him.

Cui Ting, who had closed the door, opened the wine jar and drank a jar on his back. The wine slid down the corner of his mouth and soaked his clothes. However, he did not mind and continued to gulp down a large jar of fine wine into his mouth. However, because he drank too quickly, nearly half of the wine spilled down from the jar.

If that drunken Chu Chouli saw this scene, he would inevitably sigh with admiration at Cui Dazhu's despatch of heavenly creatures.

After drinking a jar of fine wine, Cui Ting threw the jar in his hand and smashed it to the ground, as if he wanted to vent the anger in his heart.

Unfortunately, after doing all this, Cui Guozhu's expression did not improve at all. At that moment, his indignation dissipated. Dejection and sorrow rose to the top of his eyebrows, and his body weakened as he sat on the ground.

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Lord Guozhu locked himself up in his room for several hours. From noon until the sky darkened, he had no communication with anyone except for a few deliveries of wine.

The advisors of Guozhu Prefecture were holding information from all over the place. They were as anxious as ants on a hot pot. They wanted to give it to Cui Ting to decide, but every time, they were scolded by Cui Ting, who was drunk.

Even the trusted followers who had followed Cui Ting for many years felt powerless at this moment.

The Qiu Jiang Clan and the Cui Clan had made up their minds that the Cui Clan would never be able to turn over. It was Cui Ting's drunken day, and it was unknown how many memorials had been handed over to him to impeach him. At that time, all the people looked at me and I looked at you, and most likely, they had thoughts of finding another way.

This principle of falling trees and scattering monkeys has been the same since ancient times.

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No matter how stupid Cui Ting was, he was once a figure above ten thousand people under Great Xia. How could he not see through the minds of those people under him?

It wasn't that he didn't want to care, he knew that he didn't care.

How vast was the land of a prefecture? It was unknown how many people in Great Xia were envious of the Cui Clan's Long Zhou at this moment. How many people were waiting for this day to come and hit them when they were down and get a piece of the pie? Without that 500,000 strong army, the Cui Clan was like an old man who had a lot of money and had no spare power to resist the bandits who were eyeing him covetously.

One memorial after another, but what could Cui Ting do? He was now a lamb to be slaughtered, waiting for the wolves to discuss how to divide the fat on his body, and then he would be eaten clean from the inside out.

It wasn't that he didn't want to do anything, but that he knew that everything he did now was in vain.

Unless he could transform into hundreds of thousands of troops or break through the Great Evolution Realm and ascend to the Immortal Realm. It was no exaggeration to say that these two were incomparable to ascending to the heavens.

Thinking of this, Cui Ting laughed self-deprecatingly, then picked up the wine cup in front of him and drank it down.

This was already the seventh jar of wine he had drunk today. His head was a little dizzy, and the scenery in front of him began to become blurry.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew open the window of the door and extinguished the candle on the desk.

The room instantly turned pitch black.

"Even you came to bully me." Cui Ting muttered drunkenly, but in the end, he had no choice but to stand up and stagger to the candlestick, trying to light the candle with a flint from the side.

However, perhaps it was because he drank too much that he managed to succeed in such a simple matter after seven or eight tries.

He looked at the flickering candle and a satisfied and mad smile appeared on his drunk and hazy face. He shook his hand and pointed at the candlestick. He said seriously, "Lighten up properly. If you dare to extinguish it again, the pillar of this country will be ordered to be beheaded."

After saying that, Cui Ting seemed to enjoy the feeling of being so arrogant and arrogant. At that time, the crazy smile on his face became even more dense.

"Lord Guozhu, you've actually fallen to the point of acting like a candle. How ridiculous, how ridiculous!"

But at this moment, a sneer suddenly sounded from behind him.

Hearing this, Cui Ting was immediately shocked and hurriedly turned around.

However, he saw a figure standing behind him at an unknown time.

The figure was wrapped in a black robe, and under his hood, a pair of scarlet eyes shone with a strange light, standing there like a ghost.

"Who are you?" At that time, Cui Ting's alcohol intent was more than half awakened, and his body subconsciously took a step back, creating a distance between him and the figure that he thought was safe. The shock in his heart was even more intense.

He was a true Great Evolution Realm cultivator. Although he didn't react as usual because he drank a little wine, not everyone could suddenly appear in this Guozhu Manor without revealing any traces. Hence, a faint hostility surged into Cui Ting's heart. He secretly wondered if it could be the killers sent by the enemies to take his life.

"Lord Guozhu, there's no need to panic. I'm not Guozhu's enemy. On the contrary .." At that moment, his hand reached out and took off the hood on his head, revealing the pale, handsome, yet somewhat tender face beneath it. "I am Lord Guozhu's friend."

Cui Ting was stunned. He was certain that this black-robed man could silently appear in the Guozhu Manor, so he must have a cultivation at least at the Great Evolution Realm. However, the other party was actually so young. This greatly exceeded Cui Ting's expectations.

Therefore, he was stunned for a long time before coming back to his senses, "What do you mean?"

When he asked this, the vigilant gaze in his eyes did not dissipate. After all, being able to sit on the pillar in Great Xia, how could he let down his guard because of the other party's words? If he really was like this, he would have died in an unknown corner long ago. How could he have achieved what he had today?

The man smiled when he heard this, as if he didn't care about the vigilance in Cui Ting's eyes.

"I heard that Lord Guozhu hasn't been doing well lately, so I came here to help Guozhu overcome this difficulty."

"Help me get through this difficult time?" Hearing this, Cui Ting was stunned again, and immediately burst into laughter.

"Haha! Help me get through this? Do you know what I, Cui Ting, am facing now? Even if he, Li Yulin, wants to protect me, he might not be able to! Who are you? Can you help me?" With that, he burst out laughing again as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

However, the visitor's expression was still indifferent when facing such a Cui Ting.

He opened his mouth and calmly said, "300,000 Third Stage Vajra Realm cultivators, I wonder if this number of elite troops can help Cui Guozhu?"

The wild smile on Cui Ting's face abruptly subsided. He looked at the black-robed man and asked with narrowed eyes, "What did you say?"

Even though he had tried his best to look calm enough, when he asked this question, his trembling lips had already exposed his surging heart.

The black-robed man seemed to have expected Cui Ting's reaction. He narrowed his eyes and sized up the man in front of him.

His description was sloppy, his hair messy, his clothes stained with wine, and even his entire body emitted an unpleasant smell of wine. The black-robed man smiled and asked, "Lord Guozhu, do you think you have anything worth deceiving me about?"

".." Hearing this, Cui Ting's expression turned ugly. He lowered his head and fell silent. Although he didn't want to admit it, he had no choice but to admit that he was nothing now. As long as the wolves who were eyeing covetously carved up the Long Zhou that the Cui Clan had painstakingly run, he, the worthless Great Xia State Pillar, wouldn't be able to compare to the satrap of a small frontier fortress.

"Is this true?" After a long silence, Cui Ting finally raised his head and asked with a complicated expression.

"Naturally." The black-robed man replied almost at the same time he asked this question. Finally, he added, "As long as Cui Guozhu nods, these 300,000 troops will appear in Longzhou in three days for Lord Guozhu to dispatch."

After the black-robed man finished speaking, he narrowed his eyes with a faint smile and looked straight at the middle-aged man with a dispirited expression. The aura around him was condensed, but it also carried a chilling aura. It was extremely similar to that charming and soul-catching ghost in the wilderness.

Under the black-robed man's gaze, Cui Ting felt somewhat uncomfortable for some reason.

Gulu.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and asked after a while, "What's the price? What do you want from me?"

Naturally, Cui Ting would not believe that there would be a pie falling from the sky in this world. Since the other party had given him a bargaining chip as large as 300,000 elites, then how huge was the object of his request? Without understanding this, how could Cui Ting dare to accept such a gift?

When the black-robed man heard this, he smiled faintly.

"Did Cui Guozhu really think that you still have room to bargain? You only need to know that no matter what, the situation will not be worse than it is now. At the very least, your position as a Guozhu can be preserved, and the Longzhou Prefecture that your family's master has run for generations can be unharmed. As long as Lord Guozhu is reasonable, it is not impossible for you to take a step further."

The black-robed man's words undoubtedly touched Cui Ting's heart, and he fell into silence at that time.

Only after a long time did he bitterly ask, "Then can I know who you are?"

The black-robed man smiled again. His scarlet eyes lit up and his pale lips slightly opened.

"Dark Asura Palace, Liu Sheng."

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