Patrol Captain

The next day, dawn broke.

The rear courtyard of Zhonglang Hall on the Ninth Mountain is Chen Yuan's residence.

Inside the room, a group of maids stood waiting with cups in hand, attending to Chen Yuan's needs. One of the maids took a neatly folded soft towel, soaked it in fragrant water, wrung it out until it was half-dry, and presented it to Chen Yuan with both hands. Chen Yuan took it and wiped his face.

At this moment, another maid handed over warmed honey water for rinsing the mouth. Standing next to her was a maid holding a spittoon, her eyes filled with respect, fear, and a contradictory sense of excitement.

Chen Yuan waved his hand, "You don't need to serve these things."

"Go down."

"General, now that you are a marquis, how can you not have servants by your side? The officials of the Imperial Household Department gave you many instructions this morning, so please let us serve you." The servants hurriedly knelt down on one knee, holding their hands in front of their abdomens, looking pitiful.

Speaking of which, after so long, these maids and servants of the Ninth Mountain have been in a state of "semi-unemployment." The general is away fighting battles all year round and does not like people serving him. They have no energy to advance their careers.

Chen Yuan wasn't a coward, he just wasn't used to such a complicated process; he was used to a life of brutality. His eyes flickered, but he didn't say anything and let them do as they pleased.

A quarter of an hour later, the door to the living room opened, and a group of maids dressed in light jackets and silk robes filed out.

The cold air from outside blew into the warm room, turning into a wisp of white mist, and two people stood outside.

Yun Tiansheng and Fan Chou, the registrar.

The two men had some glistening dew on their eyebrows and beards, like travelers returning home on a snowy night.

Seeing this, the two were about to step forward to report when they heard the general's voice from inside the house.
"come in."

Then, Yun Tiansheng and Fan Chou stepped into the room and bowed to Chen Yuan, who had finished washing up.

"See General!"

Chen Yuan stood with his hands clasped, looking at the two of them. "Is the matter settled?"

Yun Tiansheng nodded in agreement and said in a low voice, "Reporting to the general, this subordinate led his men to complete the inventory overnight, and the items have been moved to the armory for safekeeping."

After speaking, he glanced at Fan Chou, the soldier standing beside him.

Fan Chou stepped forward and said, "Reporting to the general, the inventory is basically complete."

"Among them, there are 3,000 sets of mountain-patterned armor, 4,000 sets of fish-scale armor, 10,000 hundred-forged ring-pommel swords, 2,000 divine arm bows, 3,000 sets of basic five-element talismans, as well as varying quantities of gold, silver, cloth, jewelry, and martial arts techniques."

"These are the items recorded by your humble servant. Please take a look, General."

Fan Chou reported the list of reward supplies that he had counted overnight, and then presented the recorded items with both hands.

Chen Yuan casually waved his hand, unfolding the record document. His gaze swept over the list on it, and he understood it at a glance.

These supplies, at most, can only equip 10,000 elite troops, but some of the military equipment is of good quality.

Chen Yuan nodded. He didn't mind having too many of these things; as long as they were useful, that was good enough. He closed the document, put it in his sleeve, and then looked at the two men, saying gently:

"You two have worked hard, busy for a whole day and night. Go back and rest. You are granted half a day off."

With that, he flicked his sleeve, sending two bottles flying into the arms of the two men.

It was just a casual reward; inside was the blood of a great demon.

Yun Tiansheng was unsurprised, but Fan Chou, sensing the surging energy within the bottle, was overjoyed and quickly thanked him.

"Thank you General!"

Chen Yuan waved his hand, indicating that the two could leave, and they took their leave.

Meanwhile, on the other side, outside Yunding Mountain, in Chengdu, the morning bell rang and the city gates opened wide. At the north gate, several carriages mingled with the crowds entering the city, their wheels rumbling heavily over the bluestone slabs beneath the gate. On either side of the lead carriage followed several martial artists dressed in tight-fitting clothes, probably at the second level of cultivation, looking travel-worn and exhausted, suggesting they had traveled a considerable distance.

The group of people chugged from the north city to the west city, entered Anyangfang, and slowly arrived at a rather large mansion.

The plaque hanging high above the gate of the mansion clearly reads the two large characters "Yun Family".

At this moment, the side curtain of the carriage leading the way, facing the Yun residence, was slightly lifted, and a pair of bewitching eyes glanced at the plaque of the mansion through the gap.

"Holy King, we have arrived at the Yun family's residence." Inside the carriage, through a barrier imperceptible to outsiders, a woman's voice, delicate and alluring to the extreme, rang out.

"Change your tone. Your current identity is a distant relative of the Yun family, a young lady from a prominent family who has come to seek refuge with your master. And I am your father." Inside the carriage, another man's voice rang out, his voice exuding an air of superiority and authority.

Then the woman's voice rang out again, but this time it was much more normal, though tinged with a hint of confusion, "Holy King, I have a question. Why do we go to such lengths to approach the Yun family in person? It seems a bit like taking a roundabout route. After all, the Mountain Expeditionary Army is currently recruiting. Why not have our demon sons and grandsons disguise themselves as humans and infiltrate the recruits to join the army and create chaos from within? It doesn't seem necessary for you to personally come down from the mountain."

The man sneered, "Hmph, do you think you're smarter than us old folks?"

"I wouldn't dare!" the woman replied hastily, her voice tinged with fear.

"Don't underestimate that human martial saint on Cloud Peak! This human martial saint is somewhat strange, possessing great fortune. Once the descendants of the Holy Race enter his sight, they may have nowhere to hide, only alerting the enemy and increasing their vigilance." The male voice continued.

"The reason I chose the Yun family is because this family is deeply bound to that human martial saint. They have followed him since he rose to power. Almost all of the adult members of the Yun family have entered the Ninth Mountain of the Mountain-Slaying Army. The Yun family patriarch and his son are his confidants."

"Our goal is to use the Yun family to gain information about the mountain-felling army and to manipulate them secretly."

At this point, the man's voice trailed off into a low, melancholic tone.
"You should infiltrate the area, and ideally, make a direct descendant of the Yun family fall in love with you. Then, use your demonic powers to control the other person, and you can accomplish some things that way."

"Yes, sir."

As the sound faded, the carriage came to a stop in front of the Yun residence with a "yu". Then, the coachman got off the carriage and opened the curtain.

"Master, Miss, we have arrived at the Yun residence."

Then, two people got off the carriage: a middle-aged man and a beautiful young woman.

The Yun family is now making rapid progress, and there are now gatekeepers at their door.

Seeing this group of people lifting their robes as they ascended the steps of the Yun residence, I went forward to inquire.

"Who are you?"

Just then, the sound of galloping horses echoed through the main street where the Yun residence was located.

"drive"

"drive"

"drive"

A small troop of soldiers galloped through the alleys with great pomp and circumstance, finally stopping in front of the Yun Mansion.

Leading the way, a figure clad in crimson armor dismounted and removed his helmet. Five or six men in blue armor followed suit, lining up on either side of the crimson-armored figure, and together they entered the Yun residence.

"The Third Young Master is back."

At this moment, the steward who was facing an impatient father and daughter at the door saw the commotion and, upon seeing the Red-Armored General, his expression instantly changed from impatience to respect and enthusiasm. He quickly pushed the father and daughter aside and hurried over to greet them.

"Third Young Master, you're back!"

"This old servant will go and inform the master immediately."

Yun Tiansheng handed the helmet to the other person, saying "No need," and then strode forward. However, he quickly stopped, glancing to the side at the several "uninvited guests" standing there. His cold brows remained expressionless as he simply asked the steward:
"Who are these people?" (End of Chapter)