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With Lingbo Weibu fully activated, his figure transformed into a pale blue streak, leaping across the rooftops before hurtling towards the city center.

The wind whistled past my ears, and the tiles under my feet made a slight sound, but they were quickly left behind.

He took action not for any other reason than to reduce the casualties among his subordinates.

There weren't many of these veterans to begin with, and every one who dies is one less.

The 1,500-plus men brought out from Qingfeng Village are the most capable fighters we have right now.

Newly recruited soldiers are another story; they haven't even been trained yet, sending them out to fight would just be suicide.

They can only be used as cannon fodder.

Therefore, the fewer of these veterans who die, the better.

If it's not necessary, it's best to have fewer deaths.

Wu Feng took several steps in the air, his figure rising again, sweeping over the roof of a three-story building, and falling towards the house.

The golden armor gleamed in the sunlight, and the Crimson Python Blood-Sworn Spear was held in his hand, its tip drawing a silvery-white trail in the air.

When Wu Feng landed from the rooftop, his golden armor flashed briefly in the sunlight.

The fight is raging down below.

Han Yufeng rode her horse, her willow-leaf knife blocking the sword of the middle-aged man in the silk robe. The two were locked in a stalemate, sparks flying from where their swords clashed.

Several bodyguards were fighting with the veterans nearby, and the sounds of clashing knives and guns filled the air.

Zhao Yu'e attacked from the side, unleashing her Double Swallow Sword Technique, thrusting two short swords at a bodyguard from the left and right.

The man frantically tried to block, but Zhao Yu'e stabbed him in the shoulder with her sword. He screamed and staggered back a few steps, losing most of his health.

Sun Yujiao was even more decisive. In a flash, she appeared behind a bodyguard and unleashed a swift attack, the dagger plunging straight into his back.

The person didn't even utter a sound before turning into white light and disappearing.

But the middle-aged man in the silk robe was quite skilled, a mid-level second-rate martial artist, and wielded his longsword with great speed and ruthlessness.

Han Yufeng exchanged more than a dozen blows with him. Although she did not lose ground, she also could not gain the upper hand.

Wu Feng landed with the Crimson Python Bloodstained Spear in hand, his toes barely touching the stone ground before he plunged directly into the battle.

The middle-aged man in the silk robe was raising his sword to stab Han Yufeng when he caught a glimpse of a golden shadow rushing towards him out of the corner of his eye. He quickly changed his move, holding his long sword horizontally in front of him to block.

But the tip of the Crimson Python Blood Spear was already piercing right in front of him.

Wu Feng's spear was swift and ruthless; the tip of the spear whistled through the air, piercing directly through the longsword's parry and striking the throat of the middle-aged man in the silk robe.

The tip of the gun protruded from behind his neck, and blood flowed down the gun barrel.

The middle-aged man in the silk robe stared wide-eyed, opened his mouth but made no sound, then vanished in a flash of white light.

Wu Feng pulled the gun back, flicked the tip, and blood droplets splattered on the ground.

The bodyguards standing nearby turned pale when they saw their boss was gone.

Some turned to run, while others charged forward with knives, ready to fight to the death.

Without saying a word, Wu Feng picked up his gun and walked over.

The first one to rush up was a tall man, wielding a large, gleaming sword, which he slashed down relentlessly.

Wu Feng dodged to the side, and swept the Crimson Python Blood-Sworn Spear horizontally, the shaft striking the man's waist with a crack. The man's spine broke, and he flew out and crashed into the wall in a flash of white light.

The second skinny man, holding two short knives, lunged at Wu Feng from the side, aiming the tips of his knives at his ribs.

Wu Feng flicked his wrist, thrusting the spear tip backward and piercing the man's chest.

The skinny man glanced down at the spearhead in his chest, and the short knife in his hand fell to the ground, turning into a white light.

The third, the fourth, and the fifth.

One shot, one kill; clean and efficient.

No one could withstand a single move from Wu Feng; some didn't even have time to react before the spear tip was already in front of them.

In less than ten breaths, the dozen or so bodyguards standing at the door were all gone.

A scattering of light balls lay on the ground, and bloodstains were splattered on the bluestone pavement, their red color glaringly bright.

Han Yufeng sheathed her sword, dismounted, walked up to Wu Feng, clasped her hands in greeting, and Zhao Yu'e and Sun Yujiao followed behind, also clasping their hands in greeting.

"Thank you for your help, Governor." Han Yufeng's voice was respectful, and Zhao Yu'e and Sun Yujiao nodded in agreement.

Wu Feng slammed the gun to the ground, the butt of the gun hitting the bluestone slab with a dull thud.

"Not a single rebel will be spared," he said calmly, glancing around the house.

Han Yufeng nodded in understanding, turned around and waved to the veteran behind her: "Come in with me! Leave no one alive!"

The veterans responded in unison and rushed into the house with Han Yufeng.

Zhao Yu'e and Sun Yujiao followed on either side, the three of them leading dozens of veterans through the gate, their footsteps echoing throughout the house.

Inside, shouts of killing, screams, and the sounds of clashing weapons could be heard, but soon there was silence.

Wu Feng waited at the door for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea before Han Yufeng came out. Blood was still dripping from her scalpel, and the old soldier following behind her was also splattered with blood.

Zhao Yu'e and Sun Yujiao followed behind, their short swords and daggers also covered in blood.

"Your Excellency, the cleanup is complete," Han Yufeng said, clasping her hands in greeting. "From top to bottom, not a single one was left."

Wu Feng nodded and stepped into the house.

Passing through the front yard and down the short corridor, several still-decomposed corpses lay in the yard, the ground stained with blood.

Several veterans were rummaging through drawers and cabinets searching for things when they saw Wu Feng come in and quickly moved aside.

Wu Feng asked, "Where is the warehouse?"

An old soldier quickly pointed towards the backyard: "Sir, it's in the back. I'll take you there."

Wu Feng followed the old soldier through two gates to the backyard.

The warehouse was on the left side of the backyard, with two wooden doors closed and a large iron lock hanging on them.

He walked to the door, slapped the lock with his palm, and the lock snapped and fell to the ground.

Pushing open the door, the room was dimly lit, with several windows closed, and the air smelled musty and woody.

The warehouse was quite large, with three rooms combined together. Bags of grain were stacked against the wall, almost reaching the roof beams.

In the middle were more than a dozen wooden crates, some large and some small, some locked and some unlocked. In the corner were piles of wood and stone, stacked neatly.

Wu Feng went inside and first opened the few unlocked boxes.

The first box contained cloth, including silk, satin, and coarse cloth, stacked in dozens of bolts.

The second box contained copper coins, strung together, filling more than half of the box.

The third box contained medicinal herbs: ginseng, deer antler, and astragalus, all of which were valuable.

The fourth box contained porcelain, including bowls, plates, and cups, which looked to be in good condition.

He then walked up to the locked boxes and broke the locks one by one with his palm.

The lid of the box was opened, revealing silver and gold ingots inside.

The silver ingots were fifty taels each, stacked in more than a dozen layers, totaling at least tens of thousands of taels.

The gold ingots were smaller, each weighing ten taels, and were stacked in several layers.

Another box contained silver notes, in denominations of one hundred taels, five hundred taels, and one thousand taels, a thick stack of them.

Wu Feng packed the items into his backpack one by one.

The harvest yielded approximately 200,000 units of grain, over 10,000 units each of timber and stone, and over 5,000 units of iron ingots.

They collected over a hundred bolts of cloth, more than two thousand strings of copper coins, and over thirty thousand taels of silver. The gold ingots, when converted into silver, also amounted to over twenty thousand taels.

The silver notes were flipped over, and the total amount was about fifty thousand taels.

Including those medicinal herbs, porcelain, and calligraphy and paintings, the wealth of this aristocratic family was many times greater than that of the Yong'an County government's warehouse.

After packing up the items, Wu Feng turned and walked out of the warehouse.

Han Yufeng stood in the courtyard waiting, with Zhao Yu'e and Sun Yujiao standing behind her.

The veterans had already moved everything they could scavenge out of the house and piled it up in the middle of the yard.

Wu Feng walked over and put everything away.

After collecting everything, Wu Feng looked at Han Yufeng and said, "Take stock of the casualties, then get back to work and gather the people in the city together."

Han Yufeng clasped her hands in response and turned to count the number of people.

Not long after, she returned, clasped her hands in greeting, and said, "Your Excellency, twelve were wounded and three died. The gentry were all wiped out; there were no survivors."

Wu Feng nodded. Three veterans had died; it wasn't a lot, but it wasn't a small number either.

These veterans are becoming fewer and fewer with each death; we need to find a way to recruit more people to replace them.