Chapter 370: The Governor of the Five Southwest Provinces

When the escorts who were in the car saw the fat man, they were motionless.

"Dunmu Yilin, you are already the governor of Shuanglong City. Pay attention to your behavior. This time, you are specially asked to come to the Governor's Office to be responsible for everything here when I leave, so that you can exercise well. Do whatever you do. This is not in the God Cult, and you are no longer running errands for the elders. Did you hear it?" Seeing this fat man hurriedly, he rushed into the team he was going to march in front of hundreds of officials and generals below. Duanmu Yifeng was sitting in the luxurious, huge, and grand chair in the car and scolded. There was a simple sound insulation formation in the car, and Duanmu Yifeng was not afraid of others outside hearing it.

"Brother, I have something urgent to do. If something had happened, I wouldn't have happened." Duanmu Yilin straightened his back and explained, but he betrayed him in action. After Duanmu Yifeng scolded him, he remembered that he was also a person with a status now.

"What are you calling? How many times have you told you?" Duanmu Yifeng glared again, looking at his younger brother with a grudge. Although they were Prince Wu's uncles, they were not close to Prince Wu's mother, the current leader of the Southern Xinjiang Divine Cult, because the previous leader of the Southern Xinjiang Divine Cult, that is, Prince Wu's grandfather, had countless women, and had more than 200 children.

Moreover, in the Southern Xinjiang Divine Cult, everything depends on ability. Even the children of the leader must start from the bottom. Of course, the children born to the family like Prince Wu's mother are different. Both Duanmu Yifeng and Duanmu Yilin are not born to the family.

If Duanmu Yifeng hadn't accidentally rescued Prince Wu in the mountains of southern Xinjiang when Prince Wu was young, it would be even more difficult to make a name for himself in the Southern Xinjiang Divine Cult. This is also his smarterness. He has not been developing in the Southern Xinjiang Divine Cult. Because he knew that his talent for cultivation was average, he chose the path of becoming an official that was not very despised by the Southern Xinjiang Divine Cult. Early in the view of the Southern Xinjiang Divine Cult, southern Xinjiang was their territory, and the government only managed ordinary people, so how dare they care about their affairs. When Duanmu Yifeng became an official, he would have been laughed at by many people.

It was not until he became the governor of the Southern Xinjiang province and received support from Prince Wu and secretly did a lot of things for the Southern Xinjiang God Cult, that he gradually improved his status. This time he became the governor of the five southwestern provinces, and finally had the ability to bring Duanmu Yilin out, and directly let him be the governor of Shuanglong City.

"Yes, yes, Governor..." Duanmu Yilin wiped his sweat and then handed a message to Duanmu Yifeng: "There is a big deal in the Southern Wilderness. Millions of monsters besiege Manniu City. The boy the prince wants to kill has accomplished. I am worried that he will ruin your plan... Governor, your plan. Especially those people led by Bai Qiyuan, those are thousands of people mentioned by the court, with more than 10,000. The worst of all are heavy cavalry riding medium-sized BMWs."

"Waste, father and son are a pair of waste. Such waste still wants to negotiate terms with our governor and lead the army alone." After seeing it, Duanmu Yifeng was so angry that the wolf king Bai Renlong and his son Little Wolf King Bai Jian were actually killed by Cheng Gong.

He didn't care how much he died in his eyes. Now he is the governor of the five southwestern provinces, and has the support of the Southern Xinjiang Divine Cult, and Prince Wu supports him in the court. There are many people who take the initiative to curry favor with him.

What he was really angry was that the father and son were good at bragging. He asked them to kill Cheng Gong, but they were killed by Cheng Gong. After being angry, Duanmu Yifeng looked at what was written later again, and the more he looked, his face became darker.

Is Cheng Gong really so powerful? The Bull King actually surrendered to him. He actually blocked the army of millions of monsters. More than 10,000 cavalry should be the ones led by Bai Qiyuan. Humph, as for those people's mounts and armor, they should be the family of the old guy Cheng Xiaotian. They were all taken out this time, and these were all within expectations. However, Cheng Gong's luck was good enough, because according to the information, if there was no fight within the monster group and more than half of the casualties, even if he won, he would lose most of the people, and it would not be as easy as he is now.

The evil god Bai Qiyuan and the armor supported by Cheng Xiaotian are a force that cannot be ignored, comparable to an army of 100,000.

"Hmph!" Duanmu Yifeng snorted coldly: "What's so fuss about this? If the Cheng family didn't even have this ability, they could not support Cheng Gong, and they would have been dealt with by the emperor in Yunge City. Even if Bai Qiyuan was powerful, there would be less than 20,000 regular troops. Now the army we control has exceeded one million, not counting the Western Zhou Dynasty province and some of the teams that are about to be formed."

"But Cheng Gong killed the Wolf King and his son alone, and even surpassed the millions of troops. The information said that he could use powerful magical powers without limit, and huge handprints were overwhelming." Duanmu Yilin felt worried when he thought of the scene he had drawn with care.

"I know why you were transferred from southern Xinjiang. Is the first place to ask you to go to the information and intelligence department to learn about it?" Seeing Duanmu Yilin shook his head without hesitation, Duanmu Yifeng said with a grudge: "I just let you understand all the most basic things first. Cheng Gong killed the only son of Yin Changxiao, the Supreme Elder of Fengyun Sword Sect. He had a lot of fun fighting with Zhou Yifan in Yunge City. Prince Wu also notified the sect to deal with him. No matter how strong he was, he would have to die. Besides, there must be something strange about this matter. The blood-clothed ancestor has never appeared. Maybe this is the double act they sang, just to avoid the demon king in the monster forest intervening."

"It's really true that you are like this... No, no, the Governor said this, it's really true." Duanmu Yilin also felt a sudden enlightenment after hearing Duanmu Yifeng's words.

But then he was worried, "Then...what should we do now?"

"You!" Duanmu Yifeng pointed at Duanmu Yilin angrily and helplessly: "You have to learn to think with your head. Do you ask me everything? Let him go and see how hard he can go. The most important thing for us now is to enrich our strength. As for dealing with him, it is the emperor's business, Prince Wu's business. It is their business that the Divine Cult is willing to send people. Of course, Prince Wu has come to the letter in person. Even if we don't deal with him personally, we can't make him feel better. In this way, you let someone block the various materials entering the direction of Manniucheng.

Especially for drinking water, the entire Southern Wilderness has no pure water source, and it is all transported from outside. In the future, all people entering the direction of Manniucheng will be restricted from purchasing water sources and food. It is said that some problems have occurred there recently, and monsters are frequently active. The century-old monster tide is likely to break out early, and Li Wei is forbidden to the area where they are forbidden. Any monster hunter is only allowed to go out and not enter. If anyone knows to take a detour to help Manniucheng, they will be listed as a serious offender. At the same time, the money allocated by the imperial court to Cheng Gong Jian Bai Zhanhou Hou Mansion. If they look for it, they will say that the money above has not arrived yet and ask them to go to the Ministry of Revenue."

"Cultivate the Marquis Mansion, he can build the Marquis Mansion in the Southern Wilderness. It's only 300,000 taels of silver, which is not enough for a courtesan. Cheng Gong probably saw it behind his head." When Duanmu Yifeng mentioned this, Duanmu Yilin couldn't help but mutter. He has been in Shuanglong City for more than a month, and the money he collects every day is several times the 300,000 taels. Moreover, Cheng Gong owns the Dan Shen Mansion and is now known as the richest man in the Lanyun Empire. How could he look down on the so-called money for building the Marquis Mansion that the court allocated.

Duanmu Yilin even thought, let alone Cheng Gong, even the top ten richest people in Shuanglong City would spend more than that in one night. If he built a marquis' mansion, let alone 300,000 taels of silver, 300,000 taels of silver would probably not be enough.

"Ba! You know what a big deal." Duanmu Yifeng raised his hand and slapped Duanmu Yilin directly to sit on the ground. Duanmu Yifeng, who was not outside, showed his other side: "We did this to show Prince Wu, to show his loyalty to him, and to tell everyone. Cheng Gong has Bai Qiyuan's army, and the land god of the Blood-clothed Ancestor, who is the governor of the five provinces, but I can't do anything to him. But I am the Prince Wu's person, so I have to take some actions to show others. I know how to get money all day long and know how to get along with those useless merchants. I have told you that you can collect money, but you must be clear-headed. The collection is for us to form stronger forces and have more resources. If there is no power, there is no resource.

Source support to improve our strength. Now you and my brothers are still serving as slaves for others. Why are we qualified to inherit the Divine Cult, why can’t we obtain resources? Even when we see those younger generations, we have to kneel down and salute. What do they mean? If you want to be superior, you must be better than others. Do you understand? As for Cheng Gong, the more he makes the better, what does it have to do with us? We only need to do enough superficial skills so that Prince Wu and the people of the Divine Cult in the South Xinjiang can’t find any problems. Immediately pass the news to the Divine Cult, Prince Wu and the court each, and ask them to find a way soon and tell them what we can do. Tell them that the flow of food and drinking water needs to be coordinated by the other provinces.”

"Yeah, um..." Duanmu Yilin nodded vigorously.

"Get out, if I come back from southern Xinjiang, you have not yet broken through to the eighth level of the Empirical Period, I will throw you directly into the forest of monsters. If you can't break through to the seventh level of the Empirical Period, you can't exert the power of that magic weapon. Faced with people who truly possess magical powers, you can't even save your life." Although there are more than 200 brothers and sisters in name, and hundreds of them are alive now, Duanmu Yifeng only has this younger brother in his heart. If it weren't for this, he wouldn't let anyone see this side of him.

Duanmu Yilin was so scared that he almost urinated without control. He knew that his elder brother said he could do it. The fact that he had the current strength was completely forced by Duanmu Yifeng when he was the governor of southern Xinjiang a few years ago, he forced him to use drugs and cruel training.

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