Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

When Qin Ruxue led three thousand veterans into the Iron Wall Pass, the night wind seemed to have stopped.

Along the wide main road, an iron pole stands every hundred steps.

Inside the glass dome atop the pole, a bright flame illuminated the entire street as if it were daytime.

Although the shops on both sides of the road were closed, their doors and windows were clean and tidy, and the lettering on the uniformly planned wooden signs was clear.

The ground was covered with clean, flat bluestone slabs, and not a single weed could be found in the cracks.

This is the Iron Wall Pass?!

Three thousand veterans walking on the road felt as if they had stepped into the most bustling imperial street in Beijing.

"Holy crap... this road... is smoother than my bed."

An old soldier looked down at his feet and muttered to himself.

"What kind of lamp is that? What kind of oil does it use? How come it's so bright and doesn't emit any black smoke?"

"Look at that house over there! What's that shiny thing on the second-floor window...?"

"Is it glass? I saw a piece the size of a palm at the General's Mansion before!"

"Have we come to the wrong place? This isn't some godforsaken Iron Wall Pass, this is the capital city of Kyoto!"

Quiet whispers spread through the ranks of the veterans.

Surprise, doubt, and bewilderment, mixed with disbelief and astonishment, made the atmosphere in the group increasingly eerie.

These veterans, who fought alongside the Chu family their entire lives, remembered the Iron Wall Pass.

It was a dilapidated, desolate, and impoverished place where you could kick a hole in the wall with one kick.

All of this completely overturned their understanding.

There are no ragged refugees here, and no litter everywhere.

Even the familiar, sour smell of poverty and despair in the air was gone.

Instead, they experienced a kind of orderly vitality they had never felt before.

Meng Hu remained silent and followed Qin Ruxue step by step.

His face was darker than the bottom of a pot, and with each step he took, his heart sank a little deeper.

He knew better than anyone what Iron Wall Pass used to be like.

There is only one possibility for this earth-shattering change.

That guy named Lin Mo is no ordinary person.

"Did you do all of this?"

Meng Hu finally couldn't help but speak, his voice rough.

Qin Ruxue did not stop walking, her eyes fixed straight ahead.

"It wasn't us, it was my husband..."

She paused for a moment, then added.

"Lin Mo did it all by himself; we just helped with the management."

Meng Hu's pupils suddenly contracted.

one person??

How could one person transform a ruin into this state in such a short time?

Is this kid a god or a monster?

Filled with surprise and doubt, Meng Hu followed Qin Ruxue through the city and arrived at a huge camp.

This place used to be the northern camp of Tiebiguan, which had been abandoned for more than ten years, but has now been renovated.

The towering camp walls and rows of arrow towers looked even more fortified than their own Shanshan Army's camp at Wolongpo.

"Please, everyone."

Qin Ruxue pushed open the camp gate and made a "please" gesture.

Three thousand people filed in, and the sight inside once again left everyone speechless.

Instead of the shabby tents I had imagined, there were rows of neat, uniform three-story brick buildings.

Spacious training grounds are located between the buildings.

There was even a large, steaming building next to it, with a wooden sign that read "Public bathhouse, clean for you and me".

"This...this is way too exaggerated!"

An old soldier looked at the brick building and the bathhouse and could hardly believe his eyes.

The best place they stayed in Wolongpo was a drafty wooden barracks in the military camp.

"The bedding and blankets are all new, there is hot water in the bathhouse next door, and the kitchen has prepared wine and meat."

Qin Ruxue stopped and turned to face the group of dumbfounded soldiers.

"You've all had a long journey, please take a good rest here."

The rich aroma of meat and wine wafted over from the direction of the kitchen, filling everyone's noses.

"Muttering."

In the ranks of veterans, someone couldn't help but swallow.

They had been on the top of Eagle's Sorrow Cliff for several days, and after a long march without a drop of water, they were starving.

However, no one moved.

Three thousand people stood straight on the training ground, letting the tempting aroma tantalize their taste buds.

They simply gripped their weapons tightly, watching Qin Ruxue and the expressionless Xuanjia soldiers behind her warily.

Meng Hu looked at Qin Ruxue, his weathered face revealing no emotion.

"What is your purpose in luring us here?"

"General Meng, I'll say it again."

Qin Ruxue's voice remained calm.

"We have no ill intentions, we just don't want to see loyal and virtuous people die unjustly, causing pain to our loved ones and joy to our enemies."

"What a tragic end to a loyal and virtuous man!"

Meng Hu let out a cold laugh.

"Easier said than done! Where is our young lady?"

He stepped forward, his towering figure exuding a strong sense of oppression.

"If you truly have no ill intentions, then return Yao'er to you!"

"Yes! Give the young lady back to us!"

"Release our young lady!!"

The veterans behind him also joined in the cheering.

The anger that had just been suppressed by the delicious food and comfortable environment was reignited.

They pressed forward, their weapons gleaming coldly in the firelight, and the atmosphere became tense once again.

With a clang, the Xuanjia Army behind Qin Ruxue stepped forward in unison, and the defensive line composed of shields and spears was formed once again.

At this critical moment.

"Uncle Meng."

A cool, slightly weary voice pierced through all the noise.

The entire training ground fell silent.

Everyone, including Meng Hu, turned their heads sharply and looked in the direction from which the sound came.

At the entrance to the camp, Chu Mengyao was standing quietly.

She was still wearing that plain white mourning clothes, with a white ribbon tied around her forehead.

The dust and grime on her face had been washed away, revealing a face that was still haggard, yet still so beautiful that it was almost unbearable to look directly at.

There was a man standing behind her.

Lin Mo.

He changed out of his night clothes and into casual everyday clothes, his hands tucked into his sleeves.

He stood lazily behind Chu Mengyao, like an insignificant follower.

And Chu Mengyao in front.

Looking at the three thousand familiar faces before me, their weary figures and tense posture, I felt a sense of dread.

Those eyes, which had just calmed down, welled up with tears again.