His entire family perished in battle; he rose from the ashes to conquer the world.

"What's wrong with me?" Yang Daye slammed his wine bowl down on the table, spilling wine everywhere. His eyes were red as he cried out, "Your Highness, several young masters have all died on the battlefield! Only we useless fellows are still alive. Now the court is clearly trying to destroy the Mu family and our Western Army. What... what can he do besides lying in bed sick? Can he lead us into battle like those young masters? Can he lead us to avenge this great humiliation?!"

"He's no good. He should just get back to the Prince's mansion and stop getting in the way. He's a real nuisance!"

"Young Master, let's go back."

"Get out of here, this is not a place for you."

The generals joined in the shouting, and with the alcohol fueling their ferocity, the killing intent from years of fighting seemed to gather and swirl within the tent, enough to make everyone tremble.

Qin Hongxiu looked displeased and was about to draw her sword to forcefully suppress the attack when a hand gently pressed on her shoulder.

"I'll handle it."

Mu Yuan spoke softly, but loud enough for everyone inside the tent to hear clearly.

He walked past Qin Hongxiu and went straight to Yang Daye.

His pace was neither slow nor slow, and surrounded by many burly men, he appeared so small. But Mu Yuan's mind was elsewhere; his brain was racing, calmly analyzing the current situation and the optimal solution he should take.

This is also a professional habit inherited from his previous life as an elite special forces soldier.

Yang Daye is clearly a reckless but straightforward and loyal person. Now, overwhelmed with grief and anger, and repeatedly frustrated, he has fallen into a deep self-loathing, leading him to drown his sorrows in alcohol.

For someone like him who idolizes strength, violence should be used to wake him up and make him submit.

Mu Yuan walked up to Yang Daye, the two of them less than a foot apart.

Yang Daye sat down, Mu Yuan stood up, and their eyes met.

Yang's eyes widened, staring fiercely at Mu Yuan, his bulging muscles making him look like a bull ready to charge. "What are you looking at me for? I'll beat you to death..."

Before the words were even finished, there was a loud slap!

The crisp sound of the slap left everyone present dumbfounded.

Qin Hongxiu covered her mouth, unable to come to her senses for a long time.

Yang Daye himself was completely dumbfounded. He covered his slapped face and stared in shock at the "weakling" in front of him.

He actually slapped Yang Daye across the face! How dare he do that?

"You're asking for death..." Yang Daye suddenly stood up, like a towering mountain, pressing down on Mu Yuan. His enormous roar shook the entire tent: "You dare to mess with me!"

"You piece of trash, who else should I hit if not you?"

Mu Yuan raised his voice, which actually penetrated Yang Daye's roar clearly.

Instead of retreating, he took another step forward, almost colliding with Yang Daye. However, his previously harmless eyes were now filled with a chilling aura—a murderous intent, the aura of someone who had truly experienced killing!

"My father and brothers died on the battlefield not long ago, and what have you done now?"

Mu Yuan pointed at the smoky tent, his imposing manner rising: "All you do is get drunk and go crazy, cursing in the streets? Is this the Western Army that the enemy fears? Is this the Southwest Great Wall that the people can rely on?!"

"You have no desire for revenge; you only use drunkenness to escape reality. You're all cowards!"

"You, you're talking nonsense!" Yang Daye was furious, panting heavily, his hand unconsciously gripping the hilt of his knife. "When have I, Yang Daye, ever been afraid of death! Fine, watch me go and fight them to the death right now!"

"You coward, you were absolutely right!"

Mu Yuan glanced at him contemptuously and said coldly, "Are you trying to go and deliver yourself to the enemy to accumulate merit? If everyone were to court death like you, would we still have this border? Would the people of the Southwest still exist? Would we still be able to avenge my father and brothers?!"

"The way you died is escapism, clearly cowardly, and you don't deserve to talk about loyalty!"

"True heroes of loyalty and righteousness swallow their pride and suffer defeat; it doesn't matter if they are defeated, but they must not lose their spirit. As long as they live, they will find a way to avenge this humiliation!"

Mu Yuan grabbed Yang Daye by the collar.

He was not as strong as Yang Daye at this moment, but the powerful aura he unleashed made the burly man unconsciously lower his head.

"Yang Daye, look at me."

Mu Yuan stared into his eyes and roared, "Is there really no one left in my Mu family? As long as I, Mu Yuan, am here, the Mu family will still exist!"

"As long as I live, the banner of the Prince of Xiping's Mansion and the Mu family will remain!"

"If you still want to be a soldier of the Mu family, you'd better wake up right now. Instead of wasting your time, sharpen your knife. I'll take you to get revenge."

"If you think you're useless, a complete coward, then get out of here! The Western Army doesn't tolerate cowards!"

Quiet.

Inside the central command tent, a deathly silence fell.

Everyone stared in disbelief at the scene before them, witnessing firsthand how the supposedly frail young master was now pale-faced, yet exuding a murderous aura as sharp as a blade.

This...this has anything to do with a good-for-nothing young master?

The way he speaks and the manner he exudes are just like the old prince from back then!

Yang Daye's heavy breathing gradually subsided, his drowsy eyes cleared, and his fierce temper slowly subsided. He looked at Mu Yuan with a shocked and ashamed gaze, mixed with a glimmer of hope—the hope of leading them out of this predicament.

At this moment, Mu Yuan let go.

He pulled a dark, black token from his pocket, held it up high so everyone could see it.

The character "沐" (Mu) in the center of the Xuan Tie Seal was now incredibly clear and conspicuous, seemingly possessing a captivating power.

"The Mu Prince's decree is here!"

Mu Yuan's voice was deep and resonant, exuding an unyielding authority: "All generals, heed my command!"

Yang Daye was the first to react. This man, who had been so fierce just moments before, now collapsed like a mountain, kneeling on one knee. His eyes were bloodshot as he cried out with all his might, "This humble general, Yang Daye, pays his respects to the Marshal!"

"Greetings, Marshal."

"..."

With a whoosh, dozens of generals inside the tent knelt down.

The powerful and resolute shouts, the clanging of armor against the ground, all converged, as if a vow from the past was being reawakened.

Qin Hongxiu stood to the side, watching Mu Yuan kneeling and being surrounded by the generals. His figure was still so thin, yet he appeared so majestic, as if he could support the entire military tent.

This scene made her hand, which was gripping the sword hilt, tremble involuntarily.

Her previous disdain had long since vanished; now, all she felt was unparalleled shock and bewilderment.

Just how many skills does my brother-in-law, who never shows off, still have hidden?