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After Mu Lingyun finished speaking, he turned and left.

Wu Feng sat in the Hall of Gathering Righteousness, his mind stirred, and he opened the stronghold management interface.

He added all the resources he had plundered from several counterfeit villages today to the counterfeit village's inventory.

Eight thousand timber, eight thousand stone, ten thousand grain, add them one by one.

The numbers on the panel jumped up.

Timber prices rose from over 6,000 to 14,000, stone prices rose from over 6,000 to 14,000, and grain prices rose from over 30,000 to over 40,000.

He stared at the numbers for a moment, then nodded in satisfaction.

These resources are enough to sustain the counterfeiters for a while.

Wu Feng closed the interface, stood up, and walked out of the Hall of Gathering Righteousness.

The sun was already setting in the west, but it was still a while before it got dark.

Mu Lingyun has already arranged accommodations for the newly recruited people on the open space.

People were walking around the village in twos and threes, some familiarizing themselves with the surroundings, and others helping to move things.

Wu Feng crossed the open space and headed towards the small courtyard where Mu Wanqing and Li Qinglu lived.

The courtyard gate was open, so he went in and saw the two people sitting around the stone table.

Several sheets of paper were spread out in front of Li Qinglu, with words written on them. Mu Wanqing sat opposite her, and the two seemed to be discussing something.

"Wu Lang." Li Qinglu saw him first and looked up.

Mu Wanqing also looked over and softly called out, "Young Master."

Wu Feng walked over, sat down on the stone bench, and pointed to the few pieces of paper: "What are you doing?"

"We're taking inventory of the things in the warehouse." Li Qinglu handed over the paper. "Mu Lingyun registered a lot of supplies today, and we want to sort them out to see what we're missing."

Wu Feng took it and glanced at it. It was written quite clearly, categorizing the quantities of grain, cloth, and weapons.

He put the paper back and said, "We recruited a few people from outside today; they're all in charge of internal affairs."

Li Qinglu and Mu Wanqing exchanged a glance, waiting for him to continue.

"Qian Wencai will be in charge of the accounts; Sun Mingyuan will be in charge of construction; and Zhou Shuwen will be the teacher," Wu Feng said. "From now on, you can leave these things in the village to them. You don't need to do them yourselves."

Mu Wanqing paused for a moment, then remained silent.

Li Qinglu blinked: "Then what do we do?"

Wu Feng glanced at the two of them: "Your task is more important. Keep an eye on the three of them and see how they perform. Write down who slacks off, who tries to cheat, and who has ulterior motives. Report back to me in a while."

Li Qinglu's eyes lit up, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly: "Are we being made to supervise the work?"

"More or less." Wu Feng nodded. "You don't need to do the work yourself, but you need to know how well the people below are doing. Those few people are new here, their loyalty isn't high, and they might not be reliable. Keep an eye on them, and don't let them cause chaos in the village."

After listening, Mu Wanqing nodded gently: "Understood, young master."

Li Qinglu nodded, a smile on her face: "Okay, we're good at this. We'll keep a close eye on them."

Wu Feng stood up: "It's still early. I'll go take a look around and see if there are any mountain strongholds I can loot. I'll be back before dark."

"Be careful," Li Qinglu said.

Mu Wanqing also said, "Young master, please return soon."

Wu Feng nodded, turned around and left the courtyard.

We crossed the open space, passed through the village gate, and slipped away from the watchtower.

With the Lingbo Weibu technique in motion, her figure leaped and bounded among the treetops, already outside the range of Wohu Mountain.

He stood on a high slope and looked around.

It was quiet around, and there was no sign of any other players.

Those players who came before are probably too scared of He Dehu to come back anytime soon.

Wu Feng withdrew his gaze, took out a map from his pocket, unfolded it, and glanced at it.

Twenty miles north of Wohu Mountain, there is a large mountain stronghold called Tiebao Village.

Professor Zhang had marked it on the map he had shown him before.

The leader is at the peak of the second tier, with over three hundred men under his command, whose levels are between forty-five and fifty.

Large-scale counterfeit goods are a level above medium-sized ones, and have more abundant resources.

Put the map away, push off with your feet, and dash northward.

The mountains rose and fell along the way, and the trees grew denser and denser.

After running for about 15 minutes, a group of buildings appeared in the valley ahead.

The stockade walls are a bit higher than those of a medium-sized stockade, and they are built with large bluestone blocks. The gate is also thick, with iron sheets covering the door panels.

Two archers stood on the watchtower, unlike the thugs of the medium-sized mountain strongholds who were dozing off.

Wu Feng stood at the edge of the woods for a while, but did not find any trace of the players.

He pushed off with his feet and charged straight at them from the front.

The archer on the watchtower saw him and opened his mouth to shout, but before he could utter a sound, Wu Feng had already swooped down to the foot of the tower and slammed his palm against the wooden pillar.

The watchtower swayed, and the archers on it lost their footing.

The arrow in his hand flew off crookedly, and he didn't know where it went.

Wu Feng ignored him and sent him flying with a single palm strike.

The other archer reacted and raised his bow to shoot, but Wu Feng had already leaped onto the watchtower and slapped him in the chest.

A flash of white light, and the watchtower fell silent.

He jumped down from the watchtower and landed inside the village gate.

It's already in complete chaos inside.

A group of bandits poured out of the wooden house, some shirtless, some carrying knives, running chaotically toward this place.

Wu Feng went to meet him and unleashed his Iron Sand Palm technique.

One slap, one kill; clean and efficient.

These level 40 bandits were more resilient than the level 30 bandits in medium-sized mountain strongholds, but they still couldn't withstand a single blow from him.

One after another, clusters of white light flashed.

When they got to the fifth one, the bandit in front of them had almost no health left. He was still alive, and he lay on the ground begging for mercy.

A golden notification pops up at the edge of the field of view—

The Iron Leopard Stronghold members (level 40) are begging for mercy. Do you wish to recruit them? Yes/No

Wu Feng immediately clicked "yes".

A flash of white light appeared on the bandit's body, and the name above his head changed from red to green. He got up, knelt on the ground, and stammered, "Boss."

"Stand aside," Wu Feng said, and continued charging forward.

Fight your way through, and if you trigger a plea for mercy, then recruit the enemy.

These level 40 bandits are more useful than the previous level 30 ones; they can be used immediately after being brought back.

When they reached the entrance of the Hall of Righteousness, more than twenty bandits who had been recruited to surrender were already following behind them. They were all huddled in a corner, too afraid to move.

The door to the Hall of Gathering Righteousness opened, and three people walked out.

Leading the way was a burly man, shirtless, with bulging muscles, carrying a large, ghost-headed dagger, and above his head floated the words "Ma Tieshan, the Chief of Iron Leopard Village," in purple.

On the left is a tall, thin man holding a spear; he is the second-in-command.

On the right is a short, stout man wearing a long robe, holding no weapon; he is the third leader.

When Ma Tieshan saw Wu Feng, and then the group of bandits behind him who were being recruited, his expression changed. He raised his broadsword and shouted, "Where did these scum come from, daring to run wild on my turf!"

Wu Feng didn't say anything and rushed forward.

Ma Tieshan raised his sword and slashed down, the ghost-headed broadsword whistling through the air.

Wu Feng dodged to the side and slapped him in the chest.

Ma Tieshan grunted and took five or six steps back, his health bar dropping by a third.

After he regained his footing, a look of surprise appeared on his face. He clearly hadn't expected that the newcomer could strike him so hard with just one palm.

Seeing that the leader was at a disadvantage, the second-in-command flicked his spear and thrust it from the side.

Wu Feng reached out with his left hand, grabbed the spear shaft, twisted and pulled, and the second-in-command fell forward.

Wu Feng kicked him in the stomach, and the second-in-command screamed and flew backward, crashing into the door frame of the Hall of Righteousness. His health bar dropped by more than half.

The third leader stood at the back, his face pale. He took two steps back, his hand reaching into his sleeve, seemingly groping for something.

Wu Feng didn't give him a chance. He leaped forward and landed in front of him, slapping him on the shoulder.

The third leader screamed and fell to the ground, his health bar almost depleted, and he lay motionless.

But it didn't trigger a plea for mercy.