Chapter 45

After the system issued the announcement, Zhou Yang assigned tasks. In the city, every time a supermarket had a sale, it was always packed with people. For the first sale at the Ten Thousand Worlds Tower, there would likely be a large crowd.

Zhou Yang himself would be in charge of the front desk, Bulma would handle the first floor, and Gao Yao would be responsible for the second floor.

"This is the Ten Thousand Worlds Tower, and this is the owner of the tower," said Yue Buqun, leading an elderly man into the front desk area of the Ten Thousand Worlds Tower.

The old man had white hair, a face like a child, and wore white clothes, exuding an aura of a sage. His eyes shone with a sharp gaze.

"Owner, this is my uncle, Feng Qingyang," Yue Buqun introduced cautiously, unsure if the owner would recognize his uncle.

"Name: Feng Qingyang.

Identity: *Smiling, Proud Wanderer*, inheritor of the *Nine Swords of Dugu*."

"Meeting you, Senior Feng," Zhou Yang said, clasping his hands in greeting.

"Meeting the owner," Feng Qingyang looked around, slightly excited. There were indeed the Three Thousand Worlds.

Do you know the loneliness of being invincible under heaven?

Do you know the loneliness of having no one in the world who can match you?

Do you know the pain of having no one in the world who can make you draw your sword?

Originally, he had been living in seclusion on the peak of Mount Hua, somewhat dissatisfied with Yue Buqun, the leader of the Huashan Sect, who had been stuck at the late-stage Netherworld Realm for five years. However, recently, Yue Buqun had made some breakthroughs, advancing through two minor realms.

Unable to resist, he had asked Yue Buqun about it. Yue Buqun, upon discovering such a powerful expert in his sect, was overjoyed. He had naturally heard of Feng Qingyang, a renowned expert who had existed since the split of the Sword and Qi Sects. Given the invasion by the demonic cult, Feng Qingyang naturally knew about the lost Huashan legacy.

If his uncle could get some benefits, he could at least get a taste of it. Unfortunately, Feng Qingyang had never been to the Ten Thousand Worlds Tower and couldn't enter. Just then, Yue Buqun heard about the sale at the Ten Thousand Worlds Tower and immediately brought his uncle over.

Seeing Feng Qingyang's excited expression, Zhou Yang could guess a little. Loneliness of a master? He wouldn't be lonely for long.

In *Smiling, Proud Wanderer*, he was a master, but in other worlds, he was only at a first-class level.

As Yue Buqun and the others arrived, more and more people gathered. In a short while, hundreds of people had entered the Ten Thousand Worlds Tower, forming small groups.

"Zhu Youjian, how is your army assembled?" Song Gaozong Zhao Gou, after touring the Ten Thousand Worlds Tower, noticed that Emperor Chongzhen Zhu Youjian was also wandering around and walked over.

Currently, they were just noting down the treasures they liked and their locations, so they could quickly grab them during the transaction without being outpaced by others.

They were still unclear about the Heavenly Dao merit and were waiting for Zhou Yang to explain. If they could save hundreds of value points by buying a treasure worth thousands of value points, it would be a significant saving.

Taking this leisurely time, it was better to have more "interaction" with Emperor Chongzhen Zhu Youjian.

Although the Eight-Nation Alliance had been formed, it didn't mean there were no conflicts between them. This conflict was much smaller compared to eliminating domestic enemies, but Song Gaozong Zhao Gou wouldn't miss the chance to mock Emperor Chongzhen a bit.

"Not much, just ten thousand Guan Ning Iron Riders equipped with firearms," Emperor Chongzhen Zhu Youjian said calmly. "I guess Zhao Gou, you don't know what firearms are, but it doesn't matter. During the battle, I'll give you a hundred three-eyed muskets."

"Oh, I look forward to it. I wonder if the three thousand Yue Family Army led by my general Yue Fei is as powerful as your Guan Ning Iron Riders," Song Gaozong Zhao Gou said with a hint of pride. "Of course, I wouldn't just mobilize the Yue Family Army. I also have generals like Han Shizhong, Wu Jie, and Zhang Jun, and I've mobilized another seventy thousand elite troops from the Imperial Guard."

"A total of one hundred thousand troops, what do you think?" Song Gaozong Zhao Gou looked at Emperor Chongzhen Zhu Youjian with a sincere face, but his eyes twinkled with a smile.

One hundred thousand troops, stunned, right? As a fallen emperor, could you gather even fifty thousand old and weak soldiers?

"Hmm, one hundred thousand troops are a bit few. I've already gathered twelve thousand troops, and in a couple of days, I can gather two hundred thousand without any problem," Emperor Zhengde Zhu Houzhao said more confidently, wearing a golden armor. He was looking forward to the upcoming battle.

"I've heard of Yue Fei; he is indeed a loyal and brave general," Emperor Taizong Zhao Guangyi walked over, praising him. "I wonder how the Yang Family Army compares to your troops, but I doubt they can match. I've also mobilized two hundred thousand Imperial Guard troops."

Emperor Taizong Zhao Guangyi was very confident. As the second emperor of the Song Dynasty, many of his troops were elite soldiers from various countries. Besides the Yang Family Army, he had mobilized two hundred thousand Imperial Guard troops. He was confident that the number of troops under his command would be among the best in the Eight-Nation Alliance.

He couldn't lose face in front of these younger emperors.

These emperors gathered together, naturally drawing the attention of many people.

"What are these emperors doing?" A wealthy merchant from the Tang Dynasty looked around curiously, hoping someone could explain.

"I'm not sure what's happening, but it seems that after returning, the emperor promoted Yue Fei to Grand Marshal and selected elite troops to station outside Lin'an City."

"Oh? We did the same. My father said the emperor issued an imperial edict, ordering all troops that could arrive in Shuntian Prefecture within five days to gather."

"Damn! Are the Ming and Song Dynasties going to war?" They were aware of the conflict between the Ming and Song Dynasties at the auction.

"It shouldn't be," a Song Dynasty person said nervously. A single Jurchen invasion had almost crushed them. Fighting the Ming army would be a direct death sentence.

"I don't think so either," a Ming Dynasty official wiped the sweat from his forehead. The Ming Dynasty had many border troubles and countless peasant uprisings. If these two countries went to war, it would be chaos.

...

Seeing the other emperors gathered, Ming Yingzong Zhu Qizhen, looking hesitant, also walked over. He was silent, as his only general, Yu Qian, was a civil official. Compared to Yue Fei and the Yang Family Army, he was clearly inferior. He felt a bit regretful for agreeing to Emperor Chongzhen Zhu Youjian's suggestion.

But his word was golden. If he backed out in front of the other seven emperors, his reputation would be ruined.

"Hmm, then my army might be the largest, not too many or too few, about five hundred thousand troops," Song Huizong Zhao Ji walked over with a smile.

"Damn, so ruthless! Aren't you afraid that five hundred thousand troops can't even form a proper formation?" The Ming emperors were slightly disdainful, and the Song emperors were worried. Five hundred thousand undisciplined troops would not only be useless but also a hindrance.

"Don't worry, I've just recruited over a hundred war generals. Although they aren't great generals, they can control five hundred thousand troops," Song Huizong Zhao Ji smiled.

Seeing this, the others didn't say anything more. They would just keep a distance from his army.

The six emperors chatted for a while and searched the Ten Thousand Worlds Tower but found no sign of Ming Guangzong Zhu Changluo and Song Qinzhong Zhao Heng. Their faces changed. The Eight-Nation Alliance hadn't even gathered, and two of them were already missing.

"One ruled for a little over a month, the other for a little over a year. Could they have died?" Emperor Chongzhen's face was grim. He didn't care about Song Qinzhong's fate, but he respected his stepfather, Ming Guangzong Zhu Changluo, who had supported him against Song Gaozong Zhao Gou. He had already told him not to take the red pill and to buy more health-improving treasures. Did he forget?

The other five emperors also looked grim. It was a bad omen to lose two armies before the battle. If they failed to defeat Ao Bai, it would be a disgrace to the Three Thousand Worlds.

If anyone saw them in the future, they would say, "Look, those eight weak emperors formed an Eight-Nation Alliance. Two emperors died before the battle even started, and the remaining six countries' armies couldn't even defeat a single barbarian tribe. They were utterly defeated."

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