A master of comedy!

In the autumn of the seventh year of Changshou, the world-renowned Battle of Luoyang finally broke out.

Veteran general Yang Dingbang led an army of 400,000 men, capturing several passes in three days and besieging the city. He deployed the Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation, displaying his formidable military might and instilling fear in the defenders of Luoyang.

However, to everyone's surprise, the opera master Zhou Sheng sang the song of the Overlord, leading eight hundred elite warriors in a charge, slaying generals and seizing flags, and forcibly capturing the commander-in-chief Yang Dingbang from the hands of two Earth Immortals.

Before the army could even attack the city, the commander-in-chief had already been captured.

The morale of the imperial army plummeted, while the morale of the garrison in Luoyang soared.

The old emperor was furious upon hearing this and ordered his deputy general Chu Xiong to take over as commander and immediately attack the city. A day later, the fierce Battle of Luoyang finally broke out in full force.

Within three days, Chu Xiong ordered a day and night siege of the city. However, the Longhua followers, whose morale was high, were no longer afraid. Encouraged by the Chu overlord, they fought bravely and repelled the imperial army's attacks more than ten times.

During this process, the cultivators on both sides tacitly refrained from making a move.

The grounds beneath Luoyang were littered with corpses and riddled with arrows; the air was thick with the smell of gunpowder and blood, making it resemble a giant meat grinder.

At this time, another major event occurred in the imperial army.

Yang Dingbang's son, Yang Ying, was exceptionally brave in this battle. He repeatedly took the lead and was the first to climb the city wall, showing remarkable talent and becoming a rising star among generals.

However, she was worried about her father's safety and eventually volunteered to go to Luoyang to exchange herself for Yang Dingbang.

Zhou Sheng agreed.

Yang Dingbang returned to the imperial army, filled with grief and indignation. He was ready to make a big splash and avenge his previous humiliation, but unexpectedly, Chu Xiong deliberately tripped him up after taking power, leaving him sidelined.

The old emperor also lost trust in Yang Dingbang and ordered him to return to Chang'an, likely intending to hold him accountable.

After all, you not only lost the battle, but your son is also being held hostage by the enemy. Who would dare to appoint you as commander? What if you defect to the enemy?
After attacking for several more days, Chu Xiong still made no progress. Luoyang was as impregnable as an iron barrel, while Chu Xiong suffered heavy casualties.

The war thus reached a stalemate.

Two days later, Yang Dingbang was escorted back to the capital by an imperial envoy. He took one last look at the battlefield, at the banners that blotted out the sky and the army formations that resembled clouds, and felt a deep sense of grief and indignation.

To be honest, this matter should be blamed on Tongtian Daoren and Prajna Shenshen.

They used me to lure Zhou Sheng, this big fish, which was one thing, but even though the fish had clearly taken the bait, they watched it get away.

But who would dare to hold the local immortal accountable?
In the end, wasn't it Yang Dingbang who bore the brunt of the emperor's wrath?
Having missed the chance to go down in history, Yang Dingbang is now filled with regret and remorse, but what he worries about most is his daughter.

This battle also made him realize that blood ties are the strongest bond.

If his daughter hadn't sacrificed herself to enter the demon's lair and exchange herself for him, he would probably still be imprisoned in the rebel army's dungeon, awaiting execution.

"Ying'er, it's all my fault, your father..."

Before leaving Luoyang, Yang Dingbang sighed deeply, his eyes red with tears. All his ambitions vanished. Thinking back on his past disdain and indifference towards his daughter, he felt only immense regret and self-reproach.

His daughter is currently enduring torture and torment in the hellish place, sacrificing her own life to save his.

In contrast, his adopted son, on whom he had placed great hopes, turned around and sided with Chuxiong.

"Ying'er, I will definitely find a way to get you out!"

……

Luoyang City, Governor's Residence.

"Brother Zhou, thank you... I'm alright now."

Inside the pavilion, Yang Ying, who was seen by outsiders as having been captured and trapped deep in enemy territory, sat there motionless with a slightly flushed face.

Zhou Sheng took her hand and gently applied medicine to the area between her thumb and forefinger.

"Your wound hasn't healed yet. Even though I held back my strength, that shot of yours still cracked your tiger's mouth. I did this to make a show of it, so that no one would suspect you."

"Yes, I know..."

Yang Ying was tense all over. She had already removed her armor and the white silk binding her chest, and had changed into a soft, lotus-colored silk dress. Her black hair cascaded down her back, adorned with a jade hairpin, and her pretty face was lightly made up. The girl's skin was crystal clear and tender like jade shoots. Although she did not have the otherworldly beauty of Jinse, she was full of vitality and life. Coupled with the heroic spirit in her eyes, she had also blossomed into a peerless beauty.

Every time Zhou Sheng saw her, it was as if he saw Yao Tai Feng in her youth.

So once I started applying the medicine, I couldn't stop.

He gently caressed those snow-white, slender, and delicate hands, stroking their soft fingertips, pale pink nails, and long, graceful fingers.

Yang Ying's face instantly flushed, like a crystal-clear red jade under the sunlight.

"Brother Zhou, what...what are you doing..."

She spoke, but her body seemed to be possessed and unable to move, letting him play with her hands.

She was probably the best-lived hostage in the world.

After arriving in Luoyang, she lived a life of luxury, with Zhou Sheng personally accompanying her on sightseeing trips and taking meticulous care of her. Whatever she wanted, it was immediately fulfilled.

That doting gaze and gentle words formed a stark contrast to his domineering and arrogant demeanor on the battlefield.

She already admired and liked Zhou Sheng, and the fact that Zhou Sheng released her father "under immense pressure" moved her even more.

Faced with this series of attacks, the girl was no match for them, which is why she was now obediently letting the other party "bully" her.

"Xiao Feng, do you mind if I call you that?"

Zhou Sheng suddenly asked.

Although she is a reincarnated body, she has not yet fully accepted that she is Yao Tai Feng, so she inevitably overthinks things.

Yang Ying raised her head and looked at Zhou Sheng with her clear black and white eyes. Although she was a little shy, she said generously, "Brother Zhou, I am willing to be called Xiao Feng by you!"

Zhou Sheng felt a little dazed, as if he could see that woman again, who dared to love and hate, who was upright and honest, and who never hid or acted coy.

"Ah~"

She suddenly let out a soft moan and instinctively put her arm around Zhou Sheng.

It turned out that Zhou Sheng suddenly picked her up and carried her into the mansion in broad daylight.

“Brother Zhou, I can walk by myself… and there are others…”

Zhou Sheng gently patted her firm buttocks, his voice calm yet domineering: "You're injured, I'll carry you back."

"But it's my hand that's injured..."

"Really? It doesn't matter. I said it's a foot, so it's a foot."

After a pause, Zhou Sheng added, "Take off your shoes and socks later, and I'll apply the medicine."

Yang Ying's feet, hidden in her snow-white embroidered shoes, tensed instantly. Even though they hadn't been taken off yet, the skin on the back of her feet already felt a faint tingling sensation, like an electric current running through it.

From childhood to adulthood, her feet have always been a very sensitive area; a mere tickle is enough to make her surrender.

"Uncle Zhou, I don't want to talk to you anymore."

All the way, she buried her head in Zhou Sheng's chest, like a desolate fawn that had given up on itself.

Until Jinse's voice suddenly rang out.

"Master, the Taoist Tongtian and the Monk Prajna have jointly sent a challenge!"

Yang Ying immediately raised her head, her eyes filled with unease, as if she had been caught cheating in bed with someone else.

...(End of this chapter)