The Burial Tower of Immortals buries the heavens, the earth, and all the immortals.

Qin Changye always believed in the saying, "It is impolite not to reciprocate."

Then, he ordered the few immortal puppets to return to the barbarian army camp, while he and a group of aristocratic scions changed into barbarian soldiers' clothes, pulled a cart full of oil, and followed behind them.

The garrison of the barbarian outpost saw several generals leading a group of men pulling several large carts coming from the Great Zhou army camp, and assumed that they had won another great victory.

These vehicles were loaded with looted supplies, and they were let in without even being checked.

After entering the barbarian army camp, the immortal puppets, under Qin Changye's command, simultaneously rushed in all directions, accurately finding the highest-ranking generals in the camp, grabbing them, and self-destructing without saying a word.

Qin Changye and the others also took off the barbarian soldiers' clothes, poured all the oil from the carts into the barbarian army's tents, and set them on fire.

boom…

Flames shot into the sky, and the barbarian army camp instantly descended into unprecedented chaos.

Outside the camp, the 100,000-strong Northern Army, which had been poised for battle, surged forward. Shouting, they charged into the barbarian camp, unleashing a year's worth of pent-up frustration into primal carnage.

Especially for those scions of powerful families, the more they chopped, the more comfortable they became, it was truly exhilarating!

They always remembered Qin Changye's words: they were not killing people, but the beasts who had seized their country and bullied their people.

A resounding victory in the first battle.

Qin Changye killed the most enemies, and he specifically targeted the strongest generals in the barbarian army.

After killing the people, Qin Changye buried the corpses in the Burial Immortal Tower.

Those whose cultivation level is below the King Martial Realm are buried in the first level of the Burial Immortal Tower.

Those with cultivation levels above the King Martial Realm are buried on the second floor of the Burial Immortal Tower.

Relying on the red and orange energy generated from burying so many corpses, and the added power of faith from the 100,000 Northern Army soldiers who witnessed Qin Changye leading the charge and fiercely killing the enemy, Qin Changye's cultivation bottleneck was shattered, and he broke through to the fourth level of the King Martial Realm.

When they returned in triumph, it was already dawn.

Qin Changye kept his promise and distributed military pay, armor, and other necessities to every soldier.

Compared to all of that, the soldiers were even happier about last night's battle.

They finally won a battle and were no longer the routed soldiers being chased by the barbarian army.

Next, there is one more important thing.

Qin Changye gave Ren Pingsheng and the others a look, and they quickly dragged out some soldiers and generals.

These soldiers and generals were all spies infiltrated into the northern army.

Last night, they went to the four gates of the military camp and let the barbarian night raid team in.

When they were first exposed, they refused to admit it, saying that Qin Changye was framing them, which disheartened them.

However, as Ren Pingsheng and the others took out their recording stones and played the footage of them opening the military camp gates the previous night, attracting the barbarian night snack team, they immediately fell silent.

Ironclad facts speak louder than any eloquence.

"Uncle Lin?"

Qin Changye suddenly spotted a familiar face among the group of spies, and his brows furrowed sharply.

The spy that Xiu'er had exposed was fair-skinned and looked like a scholar. His name was Lin Tao, and he was Qin Wuyai's personal guard.

Qin Wuyai trusted him greatly and brought him back to the Qin Prince's Mansion more than once to attend the Qin family's banquets.

According to Qin Wuyai, he was just a scholar on his way to take the imperial examination when he was kidnapped by bandits and taken to the mountain. Because of his fair complexion, he was also favored by three male leaders of the mountain. Just as they were about to consummate their marriage, Qin Wuyai's army passed by and wiped out the bandits, rescuing him.

At that moment, he swore to the heavens that he would abandon his literary pursuits and take up martial arts, and that he would follow Qin Wuyai for the rest of his life.

Qin Changye originally thought that as Qin Wuyai's personal guard, he must have died in the battle of Black Stone Valley more than a year ago.

I never imagined he was still alive, and more than a year later, he's even become a spy for the barbarian kingdom...

Qin Changye's face quickly turned cold: "Uncle Lin, my father trusted you the most when he was alive, and you even saved his life. Now that my father has been killed by the barbarian army, you have turned around and become a spy for them. How can you face my father?"

"My savior?"

Lin Tao suddenly sneered, completely different from the timid and submissive person he remembered: "Now that things have come to this, there is no need to hide anything anymore. Those bandits back then, that life-saving scheme, were all fake. They were all carefully planned by me to get closer to your father."

My true savior has never been your father, Qin Wuyai, but the current Prime Minister, Bai Yanlang.

These words surprised Qin Changye, and his face grew even more gloomy.

Lin Tao became more and more excited as he spoke: "Back then, your father stormed into the Prime Minister's mansion and broke three of the Prime Minister's eldest son's legs just because the Prime Minister's eldest son beat you up for no reason. After that, the Prime Minister himself was also broken three of his legs by your father for simply trying to stop him... At that time, I knew that the opportunity to repay his kindness had come."

I spent years setting up a scheme and finally succeeded in getting close to your father. I even gradually became your father's most trusted bodyguard. Unfortunately, your father's cultivation level was too high, and I did not have the chance to kill him with one blow.

Several years passed like this, until the eve of the final battle at Blackstone Valley, when Prime Minister Bai contacted me, asking me to drug the farewell wine. I finally had the chance to repay his kindness.

boom……

Lin Tao's words caused an uproar in the room.

Qin Changye's expression turned even colder than before: "So, it was you who administered the Spirit-Dispersing Pill that invigorated you back then?"

Today I only intended to catch some spies, but I never expected to catch such a huge fish!

No wonder the usually cautious father didn't carefully examine the farewell wine; it turned out that it was prepared by his most trusted personal guards.

Lin Tao laughed and nodded. He had kept this shocking truth hidden for more than a year, and today it could finally be exposed. He felt an indescribable sense of relief.

"You scoundrel! As a citizen of the Great Zhou, you poisoned the soldiers of the Great Zhou! Three hundred thousand Zhenbei Army soldiers were killed by you! How can you be so utterly depraved? Aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning?"

Immediately, a soldier shouted angrily at Lin Tao.

Lin Tao showed no remorse: "So what? Perhaps in your eyes, Prime Minister Bai is not a good person. In fact, he has indeed done many heinous things, but it's enough that he's good to me."

Back then, I was dirt poor. He helped me bury my mother who died of illness, and he paid for my studies so I could focus on my education… So whatever he asked me to do, I did. Even if I had ten thousand chances to choose, I would still poison the farewell drink without hesitation.

puff!

Qin Changye drew his ink-black sword and plunged it fiercely into his left shoulder, the blade protruding from his back: "This sword is for my father!"

Qin Changye couldn't imagine the tragedy his father, Qin Wuyai, must have felt on the final battlefield, seeing his most trusted brother join the barbarian army.

puff!

The second sword pierced his right shoulder: "This sword is for the three hundred thousand soldiers of the Northern Garrison!"

Qin Changye couldn't even imagine the despair of 300,000 of the most capable Zhenbei Army soldiers, who, facing the charging barbarian army, didn't even draw their swords.

puff!

The third sword finally pierced his chest, penetrating his heart: "This sword is for the eight million people of the Northern Border of the Great Zhou!"

Qin Changye couldn't even imagine how many houses the eight million people of the Northern Border had been burned down by the barbarian army, how many wells they had filled in, and how many times they had been displaced in the year following the great defeat in the Northern Border...