Too many female prisoners, a special forces soldier transmigrates and marries wildly.

"What's going on?" The woman by the window frowned.

"It was two江湖 (jianghu) figures who fought at the alley entrance."

The woman by the window and Yunshang exchanged a glance, both flashing a fierce look in their eyes.

Yunshang stood up: "Sister, I'll go take a look."

"Let's go together." The woman by the window took a long sword from the wall.

The two left the courtyard.

Lin Feng climbed down the tree and went around to the back of the courtyard. There was a small window there, slightly ajar. He gently pushed it open and slipped inside.

It is a study.

The room was elegantly decorated, with bookshelves filled with ancient books and a complete set of writing implements on the table.

Lin Feng quickly searched and found several letters in a hidden compartment of the desk.

Lin Feng tucked the letter into his pocket and was about to leave when he suddenly heard footsteps outside the door.

He slipped behind the bookshelf.

The door opened, and the woman who had been by the window entered.

Her face was cold and stern. She strode to the desk, opened the hidden compartment, and saw that the letter was no longer there. Her expression changed drastically.

He shouted sternly, "Guards!"

Two guards rushed in.

"Someone has broken in! Search!"

Knowing he couldn't hide any longer, Lin Feng simply stepped out from behind the bookshelf, drew his long sword, and went straight for the woman by the window!

To catch the thief, first catch the king!

The woman by the window reacted swiftly, drawing her sword to parry!

With a clang, swords clashed, sparks flying!

She stumbled back three steps, her face pale—this person was incredibly strong!

Lin Feng's sword strikes were like a raging storm, forcing her to retreat repeatedly.

Two guards lunged forward with their swords, but Lin Feng moved like a ghost, weaving through the flashing blades. With a backhand slash, he felled one of them and kicked the other away.

The woman by the window gritted her teeth, her swordsmanship suddenly changing, becoming like a serpent spitting its tongue, cunning and ruthless, a superior swordsmanship indeed.

But Lin Feng's swordsmanship was more ruthless and direct, with each strike aimed straight for vital points.

After ten moves, she was in grave danger.

"Sister!" Yunshang rushed in upon hearing the voice, and was shocked to see what was happening. She drew her sword and joined the battle.

The two women joined forces, their swords flashing like a net, trapping Lin Feng within.

But Lin Feng showed no fear. His blade flashed like a bolt of lightning, cleaving a gap in the net of swords!

He deflected Yunshang's sword with a single blow, then grabbed the woman's wrist by the window and twisted it forcefully!

"Ah!" the woman cried out in pain as the longsword slipped from her hand.

Lin Feng seized the opportunity to subdue her, held a knife to her neck, and coldly shouted at Yun Shang, "Put down the sword, or she will die."

Yunshang's face was deathly pale, her hand gripping the sword trembled, but she gritted her teeth and said, "Let go of my sister! Otherwise, the lord will not let you off!"

"My lord?" Lin Feng sneered.

"Prince Jing? He can barely save himself, how could he possibly save you?"

"You are not allowed to slander the Lord!" the woman by the window shouted, struggling fiercely despite the blade at her neck.

Lin Feng pressed down with the blade, and blood seeped out. She groaned in pain, but still glared at him, her eyes filled with hatred and... fanaticism.

"Our lord is unparalleled in the world; how dare a lowly creature like you presume to speak ill of him!"

She hissed, "Kill me if you want! My sister and I will die for our lord, and it will be a worthy death!"

"Sister!" Yunshang cried out in tears, but she refused to put down her sword.

"You killed my sister, I will fight you to the death!"

Lin Feng stared at the two women, deeply shocked. With knives at their throats and their lives hanging by a thread, they still dared to defend Prince Jing.

What kind of bewitching potion did Prince Jing give them?

"I won't kill you," he said slowly.

"Tell me, where is Prince Jing? Where is the iron ore being transported to? Who is the middleman, 'Third Master'?"

"Don't even think about it!" the woman by the window gritted her teeth.

"We won't say anything! Forget about it!"

"Is that so?" Lin Feng looked at Yun Shang. "Aren't you going to tell me?"

Yunshang bit her lip, tears streaming down her face, but shook her head: "Our lord's kindness to us is as heavy as a mountain, we...we will never betray our lord!"

A debt of gratitude as heavy as a mountain? Lin Feng frowned.

What kind of kindness could make them so devoted that they would risk their lives for it?

"You risked your lives for him, but did he ever care about you?" he asked.

"Our Lord has the world and all living beings in His heart!" The woman by the window had a fanatical look in her eyes.

"It's an honor for us to contribute to this great cause! People like you will never understand!"

Lin Feng remained silent. He truly didn't understand. To risk one's life for a vague and uncertain "grand cause"?

Is this Prince Jing a ruthless hero or a madman?

A jumble of footsteps sounded outside the courtyard, and more guards arrived.

Lin Feng knew he couldn't stay any longer.

He pressed the pressure points on the woman by the window, pushed her towards Yunshang, and at the same time retreated rapidly, smashing through the back window and climbing onto the roof.

"Chase!" Yunshang shouted, supporting her sister.

The guards rushed onto the roof to give chase.

Lin Feng leaped and bounded between the rooftops, disappearing into the crisscrossing streets and alleys.

Back at the inn where he was staying, Lin Feng closed the door, took out the letters, and read them carefully by candlelight. The letters were addressed to Prince Jing, preparing to report on some recent events, and were written with great respect.

Lin Feng developed an unprecedented curiosity about Prince Jing.

What kind of person could make so many women so devoted to him?

He put away the letter and looked out the window at the night. Tonight at midnight, the usual place... he was going to see who this "Third Master" really was.

Meanwhile, in Shuyu Zhai, Yunshang bandaged her sister's wounds, tears welling in her eyes: "Sister, are you alright?"

"A superficial wound is nothing to worry about."

The woman by the window—named Bai Zhi—is one of the commanders of the "White-Clad Guards" under Prince Jing.

"Tonight's appointment will proceed as planned. Bring plenty of men and lay a trap. If that person dares to come, he will never return!" A resolute glint flashed in Bai Zhi's eyes.

"Yes."

West of Yingchuan City, at Laoya Ferry.

The pale moonlight at midnight shone on the broken piles and slabs of the abandoned dock, casting a damp and cold glow.

Lin Feng lay prone on the ridge of the highest warehouse, like a tile that had grown there.

From this vantage point, the dock, the river, and the several paths leading here are all visible.

He waited for half an hour.

A covered boat glides out from the dark waterway downstream.

The boat docked at the third, most dilapidated pier, and five people disembarked.

The one leading the group was none other than "Third Master." Behind him were four men, two in a row, carrying heavy wooden crates.

Almost simultaneously, seven or eight people moved out from behind the storage yard on the west side of the dock.

Dressed in white and veiled, the two figures at the front were graceful and slender—Bai Zhi and Yun Shang.

Six guards followed behind them, their steps steady, hands on the hilts of their swords, their eyes sharp.

The two sides stopped on the open ground of the dock, about 30 feet apart.

"Third Master, it's been a long time." Bai Zhi spoke first, her voice cold and clear in the night wind.

"Miss Bai, Miss Yun."

"Third Master" cupped his hands, a smile plastered on his face.

"The silver is ready. As usual, we'll verify the silver first, then inspect the goods."

"No need to inspect the goods," Bai Zhi said calmly, taking out a palm-sized black iron plaque from her sleeve, the front of which was engraved with intricate cloud patterns.

"This is the delivery order. We've taken the money. Take this order to Black Wind Stronghold, and Liu Heizi will deliver the goods."

"Third Master's" smile froze: "This... Miss Bai, this isn't what we agreed on. Our business dealings are always based on a cash-on-delivery, face-to-face transaction. This..."

"The rules have changed," Bai Zhi interrupted him, her tone leaving no room for argument.

"Third Master" remained silent, his eyes darting around.

Then he forced a smile: "Alright, I believe in the Lord, and I believe in Miss Bai."

"I obey your command as if I were seeing the Lord." Bai Zhi tossed the iron plaque over. "Liu Heizi wouldn't dare. Verify the silver."

"Third Master" caught the iron plate and rubbed it a couple of times.

He waved his hand, and his men opened the wooden box. In the moonlight, the silver ingots were neatly stacked, gleaming with a cold, hard light.

Bai Zhi stepped forward, picked up an ingot casually, weighed it in her hand, and then scratched the edge with her fingernail to reveal the silvery-white substance underneath.

She nodded and gestured to the guards behind her. Two guards stepped forward, closed the lid of the box, and prepared to carry it away.

At that very moment—

"call out--!"

A whistling arrow pierced the night sky!

Immediately afterwards, dozens of torches lit up simultaneously on the rooftops of warehouses around the dock, behind broken walls, and in the shadows of the storage yard!

The flickering firelight illuminated dozens of masked men in black, wielding powerful bows and crossbows, their arrows gleaming coldly as they aimed at the center of the dock!