Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather

Chapter 752: Chapter 580: Did Da Rong Win or Lose This Battle?

Tang Wuxi was in no hurry at this moment, and even felt a tinge of secret glee in his heart.

Although he had been very supportive of Wu Tuo before, his thoughts had changed now.The Wuliang Tribe had suffered heavy losses—perhaps it was time to change the ruler of the Wuliang Royal Court.

Among the seven major tribes of the Wuliang, their Chi Ci Tribe should now be the strongest.

Other tribes have all moved southward, and have suffered losses of troops and generals at Beiyuan Town, but only their Chi Ci Tribe did not go south, guarding only the Menghe Mountain Pass.

Of course, the Chi Ci Tribe also did not gain any benefits—although other tribes suffered losses of troops and generals at Beiyuan Town, they had also plundered a large amount of supplies from there.

Thinking of the Wuliang Tribe’s severe losses, Tang Wuxi felt a vigorous ambition arise in his heart.

Perhaps he could also replace the Wuliang Royal Court and establish a Chi Ci Royal Court!

He was not the only one with such thoughts; Bai Mi of the Tatar Tribe had the same idea. Although they lost many of their able-bodied men at Beiyuan Town, compared to the spoils they acquired, the loss of those men could be completely disregarded.

There was also Sang Kun of the Alaman Tribe, who was now watching with cold eyes as Wu Tuo withdrew to Yemi City.

The Alaman Tribe had been pillaged by Yang Mingzhen and Yang Chengze, though not to the point of crippling harm.

Thus, some ideas that had never occurred to Sang Kun before were now creeping into his mind.

At the King Liang’s faction, Cui Liang and Ji Feiyu were sitting together, their faces filled with regret.

”All tribes have withdrawn their troops; it’s a pity the war lasted too short a time, so brief that we didn’t collect enough blood food!” Cui Liang said softly.

This time, when the Hu Clan of the Wuliang aggressively moved southward, the King Liang’s faction also took part. However, as a vassal king who merely made up the numbers, Cui Liang was not eligible to compete with other tribes, so he could only lead his men to scavenge what was left, and to please those tribes, he also took on the task of treating many wounded soldiers.

There were still tens of thousands of wounded soldiers in his camp right now, but these wounded were ordinary herders. Anyone of even slight status, or to say, any Northern barbarian with some cultivation, had become their blood food.

Not only the soldiers of the Hu Clan, but they also treated many wounded from Beiyuan Town.

Cui Liang had a sound reason—he wanted to recruit these wounded soldiers.

His actions did not cause resentment among other tribes; on the contrary, many tribes were very grateful to him.

In fact, they did save many lives, and compared to the blood food they consumed, the number of people they saved was dozens of times more.

If saving lives was counted as a virtue, then Cui Liang could be said to have earned boundless merits this time.

However, Cui Liang, with his boundless merits, still thought the duration of the war was too short.

Ji Feiyu cracked a smile, ”The war between Wuliang Royal Court and Beiyuan Town has ended, but the internal war within the Wuliang Royal Court has just begun; we still have many opportunities ahead!”

Cui Liang revealed a cold sneer, ”That’s right, Wu Tuo has already invited me to lead troops to the King City!”

”Tsk tsk, such a grand King City was actually set ablaze by the people of Chongshan Town, ah, what a pity!”

A bloodthirsty gleam flickered in Ji Feiyu’s eyes, ”The one who set Yemi City ablaze is Yang Zhenshan!”

Cui Liang’s expression stiffened, ”Yang Zhenshan!”

”That’s right, it’s him!” Ji Feiyu stated.

Cui Liang fell silent.

He had never met Yang Zhenshan, but the name Yang Zhenshan hovered in his heart like a nightmare.

He would never forget the great fire in the valley at Guanshan Pass in his life.

Flames soaring high, a hundred thousand lost souls, ghosts wailing and wolves howling!

And among those hundred thousand lost souls, twenty thousand were his own soldiers, which even included his wife and children.

His mother burned to death, his wives burned to death, and of his four children, only his eldest son escaped with him.

Of course, the conflagration was not the one to blame; it was he himself who abandoned his wife and offspring, even his first thought at that time was not to escape with his family, but rather to find Wu Tuo.

It was ambition at work, a choice made from self-interest.

Now, he does not think he made the wrong choice or believe that he abandoned his mother and children; he ascribes all the sins to Yang Zhenshan.

”I’m going to kill him!” Cui Liang uttered a beast-like roar from deep in his throat.

Ji Feiyu watched him coldly with a sneer, ”With your abilities!”

Cui Liang deflated, truly wanting to kill Yang Zhenshan, his hatred for Yang Zhenshan etched deep in his bones, but for many years, he had never acted upon his desire for revenge.

”Do you not hate him!” Cui Liang asked in a low tone.

”Hate!” Ji Feiyu’s face twisted malevolently.

Cui Liang suffered the ruin of his family, and so did Ji Feiyu.

Cui Liang’s mother and children were buried in the sea of fire, while Ji Feiyu’s family fell victim amidst the chaotic soldiers.

Cui Liang was somewhat fortunate—at least he had a son left, and over the years, he took more wives and concubines and had more children.

But Ji Feiyu had become a man with no family to speak of.

”Let’s kill him!” Cui Liang proposed.

Ji Feiyu’s expression returned to calm as he gently sipped his tea, ”We can’t kill him now!”

It was an unacceptable reality.

Even though he was now an Innate Martial Artist, he was very aware of the gap between himself and Yang Zhenshan.

Cui Liang fell into silence again, but a crimson shade also emerged within the depths of his eyes.

”Then we will strive for more blood food!”

Previously, his power was not sufficient to sustain his thirst for revenge, but now his enhanced cultivation sparked a new surge of vengeful desire within him.

As long as he had enough blood food, his power would rapidly grow, and one day, he would surpass Yang Zhenshan.