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

Our gaze returns to the Southern Frontier Army camp, three hundred miles away from Blackwater Pass.

The heavy stench of blood had not yet dissipated when Xia Xiong sat shirtless on a stool in the central command tent.

Wenruo was holding gauze in her hand and wrapping it around his arm, round and round.

The wound wasn't deep, but it was quite long; it was made by a spear.

"These soldiers from Zhongzhou are no good at fighting, but they're pretty fast at running away. They're really boring."

Xia Xiong cursed and swore.

The battle was over. The 350,000-strong army that Xia Jie sent to intercept them was annihilated by several waves of attacks from the Southern Frontier Army.

Wenruo tied a knot that was impossible to untie.

"Your Highness, although the battle itself was rather dull, the spectacle in the sky was far more exciting than the fighting itself."

The two looked up and gazed at the sky through the hole in the tent roof.

The curtain of light that had once covered the sky had completely dissipated, and the sky was once again covered with gloomy clouds.

But the images that had just been displayed on the screen were still firmly imprinted in Xia Xiong's mind.

Xia Jieqian's filthy deeds, and Lin Mo's earth-shattering remarks.

Xia Xiong rubbed his stubble-covered chin and fell silent.

To protect his own vulnerable little cotton-padded jacket, he led 200,000 rattan armor soldiers, traveling thousands of miles to this godforsaken place.

In a head-on clash, 350,000 elite troops from Zhongzhou were utterly routed by his 200,000 rattan armor soldiers.

He thought he was a pretty awesome father-in-law, able to show off in front of Lin Mo.

The results of it?

Xia Xiong couldn't help but replay Lin Mo's words in his mind.

"When a king is a blind and incompetent ruler, his subjects should slap him awake!"

"If slapping doesn't wake them up, then just smash this damn world to pieces!"

Xia Xiong smacked his lips and patted his knees twice with his rough hands.

"This kid is arrogant, even more arrogant than I was back in the day."

"However, though the words may be crude, the truth is undeniable: the royal family of Great Xia is indeed utterly rotten."

Xia Xiong knew perfectly well what was going on.

Lin Mo's move not only cleared the Lin family's name but also directly undermined the foundation of the Great Xia royal family.

The world is about to descend into chaos.

Lin Mo was undoubtedly the most dazzling dragon in this chaos.

only……

Xia Xiong looked up at the sky again.

"Old Wen."

"Your humble servant is here."

Wenruo quickly stepped forward.

"Who exactly is this Lin Mo, and why does he possess such strange and miraculous abilities?"

Wenruo pondered for a moment.

"This old servant does not know, but this Lin Mo... is no ordinary person."

"nonsense."

Xia Xiong glared at Wen Ruo.

Da da da.

The sound of horses' hooves.

A commander of rattan armor soldiers lifted the tent flap and knelt on one knee.

"Report! Your Highness, the battlefield inventory is complete!"

"Speak," Xia Xiong said without turning his head.

"Your Highness! The enemy force of 350,000 was routed after our army's initial charge, coupled with that strange phenomenon in the sky!"

The leader clasped his hands in a fist salute, his voice booming.

"Eighty thousand were beheaded, fifty thousand trampled to death! The rest were scattered! One hundred thousand prisoners were captured. Your Highness, please advise on what to do with them? Shall they be buried alive, or sent back to the southern border to be forced laborers?"

Xia Xiong waved his hand: "Let it go."

"what?"

The general was stunned, thinking he had misheard.

"Bullshit!"

Xia Xiong's eyes widened.

"Don't you understand what I'm saying? Strip them of all their weapons and armor, and release them all!"

"Your Highness! That's over 100,000 able-bodied laborers!"

The general was getting anxious.

"If we let them go, what if they regroup and retaliate? Wouldn't all our fighting have been for nothing?"

"Cough cough."

Wenruo coughed twice and straightened up.

"General Asang, didn't you look at the sky just now?"

Asang scratched his head.

"I saw it. That Xia Jie is a real scoundrel, he even treated his own stepmother like that..."

"That's not the point!" Wenruo waved her hand to interrupt.

"The main point is, the whole world knows about Xia Jieqian's dirty deeds now! Will these soldiers still risk their lives for him?"

"The morale of the troops has long since collapsed! The battle is already over!"

He patted Asang on the shoulder and pointed in the direction of the valley entrance.

"Slaughtering these 100,000 people? Are you trying to give our prince a bad reputation?"

"No, no! Your Highness, that's not what I meant!" Asang quickly shook her head.

"Then let me ask you..."

Wenruo continued.

"If we keep these 100,000 people around, how much food will we consume every day? If we escort them back to the southern border, we'll have to guard against their uprisings along the way. It's more harmful than beneficial."

Asang suddenly realized.

"I see! Your Highness is wise! The strategist is insightful! I will go and do it immediately!"

Asang bowed and retreated, then ran away in a flash.

Xia Xiong stood up, grabbed a clean coat from the side, and haphazardly draped it over his shoulders.

"Old Wen, pack up and let the brothers break camp."

Wenruo was taken aback.

"Break camp? Where to?"

"Back to the Southern Frontier." Xia Xiong fastened his belt.

Wenruo's eyes widened.

"Go back? Your Highness, we've already reached Luoyan Valley, and we're only three hundred li away from Blackwater Pass. Don't you want to go see the Princess? And while you're at it... see that Lin Mo?"

Xia Xiong paused, turned his head, and glared fiercely at Wen Ruo.

"What the hell! I, the dignified King of the Southern Frontier, have traveled all this way to help him fight a battle, and you expect me to personally go to see him?"

Xia Xiong raised his chin, his nostrils pointing skyward.

"There's no reason for a father-in-law to rush to meet his son-in-law!"

Wenruo's mind worked incredibly fast.

Father-in-law? Son-in-law?

This title...

"Your Highness is wise!"

Wenruo skillfully bent both knees and knelt on the ground.

"It was my oversight! Your Highness is of noble status and should not lower yourself. Now that Your Highness has accepted this son-in-law, we should indeed return."

Xia Xiong blushed when Wen Ruo exposed his thoughts.

He kicked Wenruo in the shoulder.

"Stop sucking up to me! Get up!"

Wenruo rubbed her shoulders and got up.

Xia Xiong cleared his throat, his eyes somewhat unfocused.

"Go back and draft a letter, send it to Heishui Pass by express mail, and tell that brat Man'er that she ran away from home... I will not hold it against her."

"Tell her to bring Lin Mo back to Southern Xinjiang when she has time. I've been saving up eighteen years' worth of Daughter's Red wine for her; if she doesn't drink it soon, it'll turn into vinegar."

Wenruo suppressed a laugh and nodded repeatedly.

"Yes! I understand! I will certainly convey His Highness's fatherly love to him!"

"Get out of here!"

Xia Xiong watched Wen Ruo's retreating figure, then looked up again in the direction of Heishui Pass.

Lin Mo.

This kid is a real dragon.

Man'er's eye for talent is sharper than mine.

……

Blackwater Pass, atop the clouds.

The celestial curtain completely disappeared.

Yu Ji's hands suddenly dropped to her sides, her body went limp, and she fell straight to the side as if her bones had been removed.

Lin Mo reacted quickly, grabbing her slender waist.

Yu Ji leaned into Lin Mo's strong chest.

"I'm exhausted."

She was breathing heavily.

Her two incredibly full breasts heaved violently with her breathing, almost breaking free from the purple gauze, constantly rubbing against Lin Mo's arm.

Her hair was soaked with sweat and clung to her fair cheeks; her purple fox eyes were filled with exhaustion.

"Your Sky Curtain Technique is more strenuous than childbirth."

Lin Mo looked down at the woman in his arms and couldn't help but complain.

Yu Ji rolled her eyes with a charming expression, then stretched out her fair finger and poked Lin Mo's chest hard.

"It's easy for you to talk when you're not in the situation. This covers the entire Great Xia Dynasty. If it were an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator, their divine sense would have been drained and they would have become an idiot long ago."

Yu Ji adjusted her posture to make herself more comfortable.

"Are you satisfied now?"

Lin Mo looked down.

The once deafening battle cries of the million-strong army camp were now completely replaced by soldiers who had abandoned their weapons and were kneeling densely in the mud and water.

They looked up, their eyes filled with fervent reverence as they gazed at the black-robed youth atop the clouds, who resembled a god.

The roar of worship, like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami, rose higher and higher, echoing through the sky.

"Very satisfied."

Lin Mo's lips curled up in a smile.

"This global live stream was a huge success; Great Xia has been thoroughly branded as a disgrace."

Lin Mo patted Yu Ji on the back.

"Well done."

Yu Ji's eyes darted around, a sly glint in her purple pupils.

She extended her index finger and drew circles on Lin Mo's chest.

"Since they've helped you so much, is there any reward?"