Otherworldly Desert Dust-Chapter 340 - 295: The Big Capitalist Wu Hen

After a session of "severe interrogation," only did this cowardly Shadow Guest reveal the true purpose of their group’s infiltration into Ya City.

The main objective was to blockade the news while searching for opportunities to assassinate the entire administrative layer of Ya City.

Following the information provided by the Shadow Guest, members of the Black Tiger Gang immediately set out, and within a day’s time, found all the Shadow Guests lurking in Ya City, throwing each into a dark, sunless prison.

"What’s your name?" Wu Hen inquired.

"Fan Xuan," the cowardly assassin replied.

"Your rebellion against your instincts is remarkable. Why not go all the way? I’ll let you go back, and you do one more thing for me," Wu Hen suggested.

"My lord, he’ll definitely skedaddle the moment he gets the chance," Guan Li, leader of the Black Tiger Gang, interjected.

"No worries, after he skedaddles, we release another captured Shadow Guest. Naturally, he will inform Mrs. Zeng who betrayed them," Wu Hen explained.

This was, of course, not meant for others to hear, but upon listening, Fan Xuan, the turncoat, felt the small flame of hope within him extinguished.

"This humble one will follow your orders," Fan Xuan sighed heavily, respectfully agreeing.

Wu Hen reached out, patted the Shadow Guest’s shoulder, and said, "Desiring to live is not shameful, but to live with dignity and splendor requires the help of the influential... The best decision in your life might not be learning martial arts, nor joining Mrs. Zeng. Instead, it’s choosing not to stand against me when the option was available."

The Shadow Guest, Fan Xuan, looked up, not fully comprehending the words just yet.

"Do as I ask, and Mrs. Zeng is nothing but a rabid dog barking vainly in my view," Wu Hen continued.

Fan Xuan, looking at Wu Hen’s confident demeanor, felt a sense of surrealism.

He understood the significance of the Jade Spirit Mine; whoever controlled it would become a Martial Hero of the region.

He also knew many powerful individuals had gathered, willing to serve the City Lord of this place, each with extraordinary abilities.

And this very City Lord of Ya City had set his heart on contending against Mrs. Zeng, transforming from a condemned prisoner to a strategic leader, orchestrating the affairs from behind the scenes...

"What you see with your eyes, what you hear, including the thoughts deep within you, will not deceive you. Previously you were a Shadow Guest, on the opposite side from me, and you had no choice, but now, you have the chance to choose—don’t make the wrong one again," Wu Hen advised.

"This humble one understands," the Shadow Guest Fan Xuan nodded.

Having said that, Fan Xuan stood up and headed towards the outskirts of the city.

"Should we make him take poison, so he must return for the antidote?" Guan Li, still not quite reassured, asked.

"No need, we are not the same as the likes of Mrs. Zeng, who are scum. It’s most important for our people to feel secure when they work," Wu Hen dismissed the idea with a wave of his hand.

Fan Xuan hadn’t walked far and naturally overheard this exchange. It seemed he made some silent resolve, quickening his pace.

Only after Fan Xuan was thoroughly gone did the leader of the Black Tiger Gang raise his thumb in approval.

"My lord, you’re quite adept at the art of persuasion—clearly cut out for leadership. A loyal Death Soldier has quickly been swayed by your words into being a passionate youth," Guan Li laughed.

"You too, work hard. Later on, cultivate yourselves to become a renowned faction on the True Martial Continent," Wu Hen patted Guan Li on the shoulder without forgetting.

Guan Li chuckled, not saying much.

The True Martial Continent was vast beyond measure, many times larger than the area of their homeland, housing Martial Families that stood for ten thousand years, powerful Alliances that dominated for millennia, and World Martial Knights ruling vast territories. Their current strife with Mrs. Zeng was comparable to a mere scuffle between two villages—it wasn’t considered a major event at all.

The current situation wasn’t as clear as they had imagined, let alone talking about dominating the True Martial Continent. The continent truly had divine beings, with any Martial God enjoying the worship of hundreds of millions. How could these regional factions compare to such beings? Thus, being renowned on the True Martial Continent was extremely unrealistic.

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"My lord, my lord, our ambush at Reed Gorge has met with great success, slaying many warriors from Jiang Mansion!" Cheng Xiaoshan, a female college student, reported excitedly.

"Good, let the bandits harass them for now, no need to attack. They are on guard and won’t be easily taken again. The main thing is to ensure they can’t rest easy," Wu Hen instructed.

Cheng Xiaoshan accepted the order and left, nimbly maneuvering across the city wall with the excitement of a young girl injected with vigor.

"My lord, we have mined ten carts of Jade Spirit Ore. Should we store them in the city treasury?" Qing Lei came to inquire.

"Distribute them to the jade craftsmen in the city, let them quickly refine the Jade Spirit Fragments, and then distribute these fragments to all the Martial Artists," Wu Hen directed.

"Ah? Distribute all of them directly?" Qing Lei was taken aback. It was unheard of to freely give away such precious Jade Spirit—they were as valuable as a whole city!

"Qing Lei, no penny-pinching when accomplishing great feats. We possess an entire Jade Spirit Mine, and what we’ve excavated so far is merely one percent. Continue to have our townsfolk mine, refine, and purify. Produce each piece to enhance the strength of the Martial Artists. Trust me, in the future, every citizen in the city will own a large house and have surplus money to nurture their offspring to become Martial Artists..." Wu Hen addressed Qing Lei.

"Can I... can I also become a Martial Artist?" Qing Lei asked, pointing at himself.

"Haha, of course, you may take the Jade Spirit Fragments for yourself, just don’t let the Spiritual Energy burst inside you. Take as much as you can use," Wu Hen said generously.

"Thank you, young master, thank you, young master," Qing Lei immediately kneeled and expressed his gratitude.

"Go now, my subjects will need you to manage them in the future. You must provide them with tangible benefits and hope for a better life, only then will they be loyal to you and willing to work for you," Wu Hen stated.

"I understand!" Qing Lei nodded vigorously, earnestly learning.

The leader of the Black Tiger Gang beside him was becoming increasingly convinced that this young master was a capitalist from his home who excelled in manipulating people’s desires!

With one pie in the sky after another, effortlessly presented, he, as the leader of a gang, always talked about loyalty and striving with his brothers. Looking now at this great capitalist, who only talks about the future, it seemed as though everyone’s future was brilliant, and the current predicament was merely trivial, even an obstacle preventing them from a life of light. There was no fear, only boundless hatred!

Once lifeless, Ya City had, in just a few days of adjustments, transformed into a colossal factory with its machinery surging, its workers busily and energetically processing, turning from rust-streaked to shiny and new. The steaming aura in the furnaces grew hotter and hotter; everything was developing towards greater prosperity, strength, and power.

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At the Zeng Mansion.

Mrs. Zeng had been somewhat restless these past few days.

Based on the time, Jiang Mansion’s army should already have been stationed in Ya City, but the messages coming back were very odd, always giving the impression that people from Jiang Mansion were up to something secretive.

At the moment, she paced within the room, nearly every half hour she would order someone to inquire about the situation.

"Mother, if you are so worried, I will set out for Wuting today and ask uncle to send more troops," Zeng Zhanpeng, the second son of the Zeng family, said.

"I’m not worried that Ya City can cause any trouble, but I am concerned that Jiang Lang might have ulterior motives and have notified other forces. It’s uncertain if we can firmly hold on to the Jade Spirit Mine in the next six months," Mrs. Zeng voiced her concerns.

"You are right to worry," Zhan Peng agreed.

"Then set out. Your journey to and from Wuting and bringing back martial artists from your uncle will take no less than half a year…" Mrs. Zeng stated.

"Right, so you must eliminate all other powers in this territory as soon as possible and firmly secure control over Ya City," Zhan Peng said before rising to leave.

Mrs. Zeng made a point of going to the door to see her son off.

After much consideration, she felt that the Jade Spirit Mine was too dazzling. If its brilliance shined too intensely, it would undoubtedly attract many covetous eyes, and she decided it was best to inform her elder brother in Wuting to make the decisions.

"Madam…"

The Old Strategist from the mansion came forward slowly, his face still wet with rain that he hadn’t had time to dry.

"How is it, are there still any survivors resisting in Ya City?" Mrs. Zeng inquired.

"Madam… The martial army from Jiang Mansion has suffered a disastrous defeat, with only about thirty percent of the force scattered and fleeing," the Old Strategist reported unsteadily.

"How could you let those who know what happened scatter and flee? They must all be executed!" Mrs. Zeng roared in rage.

"Madam, madam, it’s Jiang Mansion’s army that has scattered and fled," the Old Strategist clarified.

"Hehehe, don’t make such unlucky jokes, old man," Mrs. Zeng chided.

"Madam, the Jiang Mansion’s army has been defeated, and most of our Shadow Guests have perished. I speak only the truth!" the Old Strategist raised his voice.

Mrs. Zeng’s pupils contracted as she recalled the three sentences the Old Strategist had just uttered. She then hung an eerie smile on her face and asked, "Are you saying, the nearly ten thousand martial artists from Jiang Mansion, and the hundred Shadow Guests we dispatched, were all crushed by Ya City, which a few months ago still needed our charity for protection??" Experience tales at novelbuddy

"Yes... Yes," the Old Strategist immediately knelt down, for when Mrs. Zeng smiled with only one side of her face, it meant she was truly angry!

"Then why are you kneeling here?" Mrs. Zeng suddenly drew the sword worn by a guard behind her and, with both hands, brought it down on the kneeling Old Strategist’s head!

The Old Strategist’s body exploded, his flesh and hair scattering across the wet doorstep, with not a single piece of his body left intact.

With this strike — who knew how much True Qi Mrs. Zeng had infused — the True Qi dissipated, even lifting the curtain of rain!

"Indeed they are a bunch of useless wretches. Soldiers of the mansion, heed my command, join me in my campaign to raze Ya City to the ground!" Mrs. Zeng declared, her restlessness seemingly gone with those words uttered.

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She had to take matters into her own hands.

That was just as well; she no longer needed to wait for her subordinates to return with useless reports.

By being there in person, everything would be under her control.

The martial artists from Jiang Mansion were really just as the rumors described – utterly incompetent!