Chapter 878: Chapter 116 Wansheng, Wansheng!
When Wen Lingjun threw those indentures away, the aristocratic families hadn’t reacted yet. Without considering the indentures, how could they know who had been burned? Yet almost in the next mont, everyone realized one thing—
Since they didn’t know whose indentures were in this box.
It also ant that these indentures could belong to anyone!
Who would care whose na was written on them?
The families instinctively thought they surely had the indentures in hand, and truly speaking, even Li Guanyi couldn’t have it justified, but they imdiately realized sothing…
And if the families intended to produce the original indentures, would the Qilin Army recognize them?
Various reasons and solutions passed through the minds of the aristocratic descendants, but they eventually rejected them all, and their expressions turned pale bit by bit, the color slowly faded from their faces.
There’s no way to stop it.
They couldn’t prevent it.
The families knew what the Qilin Army intended to do.
The Qilin Army was also aware of the families’ reactions.
Yet the accumulated montum, fa, the changes in Jiangnan over the past year, all of it ignited completely when Wen Lingjun tossed those indentures into the brazier.
It transford into an unstoppable colossal montum.
The young strategist in his twenties held a steady gaze, with eyes seemingly burning like flas. At this mont, both the aristocratic families and the common people felt a kind of rushing montum that seed untouchable yet undeniably real.
To rise with one, to fall with another.
Under the command of Marquis Qin Wu, Li Guanyi, the Qilin Army divided into teams of three, accompanying the common people back to their hos. Each wore heavy armor, rode Dragon Horses, wielded heavy spears, carried swords at their waists, with bows and crossbows on horseback, all fully equipped, appearing with a chilling aura and cold gazes.
The aristocratic nobles’ hands were trembling.
Yet the common people seed to breathe a long sigh of relief, they reached out to grab the sleeves of these Qilin Army soldiers, as if fearing they might leave, even offering the fruits and dry goods they brought to the soldiers.
The soldiers accepted them, then took out copper coins to pay.
The common people repeatedly tried to refuse, but ultimately didn’t succeed, only then did they accept the money, smiles on their faces becoming more genuine.
At the city gates, at this entrance, Marquis Qin Wu, Li Guanyi personally held a banquet to entertain the aristocratic families and officials.
He said, “You, my neighbors, I return ho, should hold a banquet.”
“If anyone doesn’t co, it’s an insult to .”
No one dared not to attend.
Looking out from the city wall, the Qilin Army stood in solemn formation, people disembarked from the chanical Ships, set up camps to rest, with such a large crowd, it was impossible to tell how many there were at a glance, even if thousands more were added, it couldn’t be distinguished.
The crimson flags billowed.
Marquis Qin Wu wore a Cloud Pattern battle robe, standing with hands behind, snowflakes fluttered, gaze calm. Inside the aristocratic families, various plans had ford, intending a life-and-death struggle, determined to gamble.
But once they reached the city gates and looked outwards, they were montarily stunned.
They didn’t have the courage to gamble.
Before Li Guanyi left the Eighteen States of Jiangnan, although he possessed a heroic deanor, he carried so semblance of a rustic dragon and serpent, and it was unknown what he saw in the Central State this ti, yet he now exuded an inexplicable grand aura.
When his sight fell, those aristocratic scions, pampered from childhood, felt an indescribable terror that seed to erge from deep within their hearts, impossible to control.
Such transformation, no one knew.
So said his teacher opened the path to the Academy for him, with an ill fate;
News also claid his unparalleled Sword Qi, transmitted by his 800-year-old Grandpa, a sword seen in Martial World at its most thrilling, witnessed the Academy’s most upright teacher, and t the heroes of the world.
The transformation of man, all for a reason.
A serpent may transform into a Flood Dragon, Marquis Qin Wu likewise.
Ultimately, the aristocracies throughout the city hoped other families would take action.
Balanced against each other for a while, there was not one who dared to draw a blade, and when the ti ca, they could only honestly, wearing their family’s finest clothes, attend Li Guanyi’s banquet, though the feast was only stew, stewed vegetables, rice, and the wine was indeed cloudy.
So-called common folks’ food.
Inferior even to the slop they once served in their hos.
Yet they had to be respectful before Marquis Qin Wu, Mr. Wen He laughed and said, “You all have been dukes and marquises for generations, understand etiquette, since you are attending the Lord’s banquet, how can you co empty-handed?”
Thus, the families had to present appropriate greeting cards and gifts.
Swallowing the hatred inside, wishing they could devour this humble gentleman, but had to feign smiles.
On the following day, Wen He said it wasn’t enough.
Yesterday’s gifts were for yesterday’s banquet; today’s banquet is newly made, hence there must be gifts for today.
In just three days, a city’s aristocratic families and officials.
Ca up with a million taels of gold and silver jewelry, jade assets.
Wen He then said these things were useless, asked if it could be exchanged for grain.
All families rejoiced, flattering him, wanting to return the goods to the owner.
Yet Wen He, smiling, said one thing.
“What return to owner?”
For instance, He Family’s treasure here seems the Yue Family would also like it.
To the highest bidder, how about it?
“If unwilling to produce so grain, those who are craftsn could also suffice.”
Wen He smiled happily, finally empty-handed getting nearly two million silver worth of various resources, inside there were quite a few Chen rice, but Wen He pointed it out, instead, he graciously said such trivial matters didn’t matter.
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