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

He picked up a few more booklets and flipped through them. They didn't contain records of gold and silver treasures, but rather lists of spies left behind by the previous dynasty in various places, and the locations of hidden military valleys.

"What a fine Privy Council." Lin Feng sneered, rolling up the blueprints again. "On the surface, they are in charge of military secrets, but in secret they are eyeing the imperial lineage and plotting to usurp the throne."

"Yes, yes, yes! Lord Lin, you are wise!" The head manager kowtowed repeatedly. "Commissioner Zhao made a copy of these documents and put it on his person. I was just a money launderer; I knew nothing about it!"

"You know too much."

Lin Feng raised his knife and brought it down, a flash of cold light passing by. The head steward's pleas for mercy came to an abrupt halt as a head rolled a long way, its eyes still filled with disbelief and terror.

Lin Feng gathered all the books from the iron box and stuffed them into his storage bag. He looked around, his gaze falling on a painting hanging on the wall. The painting depicted a withered plum blossom, with the inscription: "Waiting for the universe to turn upside down, to reshape the mountains and rivers."

What a boastful tone.

Lin Feng ripped off the calligraphy and painting, taking them along with the iron box. Just as he stepped out of the secret chamber, Bai Xiaohe greeted him, her longsword still dripping blood.

Lin Feng walked out of the den of iniquity, and the sky was already beginning to lighten with the first light of dawn. The morning mist shrouded Blackwater City, but it could not conceal the stench of blood in the air.

He stood on the high platform, looking down at this city of sin. Last night's battle had turned the den of iniquity into a living hell, and most of the trafficked women and civilians had been evacuated by Su Xuanji and Xie Wanqing.

Lin Feng looked down at the heavy dragon vein map in his hand. This thing was extremely dangerous; it was both a source of trouble and a powerful weapon.

The Ling sisters' father lost his life because of this thing.

The entire northern defense line was on the verge of collapse because of the greed behind this thing.

"The lingering poison of the previous dynasty, the ambitions of the Privy Council," Lin Feng muttered to himself, "This game of chess has only just begun."

On the official road outside Blackwater City, a blue cloth carriage sped through the morning mist. Inside the carriage, Commissioner Zhao removed the chilling bronze mask, revealing a thin face contorted with excitement. He took out the original dragon vein geomancy map he had secretly swapped for something else, glanced at it, and then put it back in his pocket.

The carriage traveled south, avoiding the main road to the capital and instead heading towards a secluded mountain forest. This was the location of Prince Lin's villa. Prince Lin was the current emperor's younger brother, holding military power but always keeping a low profile, and was one of the most likely candidates from the imperial clan to ascend the throne.

Deep within the villa, in a secret room.

Commissioner Zhao knelt on the ground and presented the scroll in his arms with both hands: "Your Highness, I present this treasure map to you."

The Prince of Lin, seated at the head of the table, appeared to be around forty years old. He had a refined and scholarly appearance, but his eyes were as deep and unfathomable as a pool. He slowly unfurled the scroll, his gaze sweeping over the markings of mountains and rivers imbued with dragon energy, his fingers trembling slightly.

"Are you sure it's real? A rare copy?" Prince Jing asked in a low voice.

"Absolutely true!" Commissioner Zhao declared confidently. "This is the culmination of the previous dynasty's imperial advisor's life's work, marking the place where the dragon's energy gathers across the land. It can secure the empire, and at that time, the Northern Barbarians will be nothing to fear. Those corrupt scholars who installed the emperor will have to obediently abdicate!"

A startling light flashed in Prince Jing's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure: "The Privy Council..."

"Those old fogies in the Privy Council only want to protect their own wealth and status; how dare they undertake such a momentous undertaking?" Commissioner Zhao sneered. "Your Highness, this is a golden opportunity!"

After a long silence, Prince Lin suddenly slapped his thigh: "Excellent! If this succeeds, you will be the greatest contributor to the founding of the nation!"

……

Meanwhile, at Cangyun Pass.

Lin Feng stood atop the city wall, holding the secret report he had just received. The note contained only a few words: Zhao infiltrated Nanshan and allied with Prince Lin.

"Nanshan Linwang..." Lin Feng gently stroked the battlements, "Indeed, this dragon vein map is like a touchstone. With one test, it reveals who are loyal ministers and who are traitors."

The dense forest outside Cangyun Pass was stained with a thick, bloody hue at dusk.

Ling Shuang and Ling Xue huddled in a secluded crevice in the rocks, the air thick with the smell of rust. The mountain stronghold had been attacked by a group of men in black; all the other bandits had been killed, and only the two of them had escaped.

"Cough cough..." Ling Shuang clutched her chest, blood gushing from between her fingers, staining her already tattered clothes. A deep, bone-revealing knife wound ran across her right chest; if it were just an inch off, it would have struck her heart. She gritted her teeth and persevered, but excessive blood loss was beginning to blur her vision.

Ling Xue's condition was even more dire. A long gash had been slashed open on her upper thigh by a sharp blade, even damaging her meridians. Blood flowed uncontrollably, soaking half of her skirt, which clung stickily to her body. Every movement brought excruciating pain.

"Sister, don't worry about me..." Ling Xue's voice was weak, her lips were bluish-purple, "You go first..."

"Shut up!" Ling Shuang hissed, cold sweat beading on her forehead. The broken knife in her hand pointed sharply ahead, its blade already chipped—a mark left from a desperate fight against several black-clad assassins.

At the end of the forest path, seven dark figures emerged like ghosts. They were completely clad in tight black clothes, revealing only pairs of emotionless eyes.

The leader of the men in black spoke with a chilling voice: "Remnants of the Ling family, you have been spying on heavenly secrets, your crimes are unforgivable. Today is your death day."

"Want it?" Ling Shuang gave a bitter laugh, pulling her sister even closer, the broken sword held horizontally in front of her. "Then come and take it!"

Suddenly, the forest fell into a deathly silence.

A gentle breeze swept by, and the leaves remained motionless, but the seven men in black simultaneously felt as if an invisible scythe was hanging over their heads.

"Who?!"

They turned around abruptly.

At the entrance to the forest path, Lin Feng, sword in hand, walked slowly. His steps were not fast, but each step felt like it was treading on everyone's hearts. Even before the sword was drawn, his killing intent had frozen the surrounding air.

"Who dares to touch my people?"

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling killing intent.

The leader of the men in black's pupils constricted sharply, and he shouted sternly, "Anyone who dares to meddle, get out of the way! Otherwise, you will be killed without mercy!"

"Kill them all without mercy?" Lin Feng sneered, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. "Anyone who touches my men, even the Heavenly King himself, will die!"

Before the words were even finished, the Broken Mountain Blade was already drawn!

A streak of dark light flashed like lightning, and the two men in black who were at the forefront didn't even have time to react before their heads were sent flying into the air! The Broken Mountain Blade cut through iron like mud, and the men in black's blades were like rotten wood in front of it.

Lin Feng moved like a ghost, weaving through the crowd. Blades flashed, limbs flew, and blood rained down on the fallen leaves in the forest. The seven top assassins were like lambs to the slaughter before him, utterly powerless to resist.