The Demon Lords

Chapter 979 - 223: Caught

Chen Daole’s face showed a look of confusion, and he said:

"So what are you here for this time? I thought you needed my cooperation for some operation in Ying Capital City."

"Prince Cheng’s Royal Mansion has completely become slaves to the Yan people. In Ying Capital City, there’s simply no place for us to act. We are only temporarily staying in Ying Capital City and will be leaving here soon.

Once you acquire an official position, you should manage properly. The Yan bastards are currently on the rise, and we must temporarily avoid their sharp edge;

but the Yan bastard emperor’s health shouldn’t hold out for too long. When the winds change in the future, we can immediately undertake great endeavors to restore the Jin land.

Chen Daole, just hope that you adhere to your true self, remember you’re a descendant of the Chen Family, remember you are a Jin person."

"You don’t need to remind me of these things. Since there’s nothing else, I’ll be on my way."

"Alright."

Chen Daole left the small house. Although he looked like a scholar, when he held a sword while walking, it was obvious that his martial skills were quite impressive.

No one said that the disciples of the Chen Family, who have always produced great scholars, cannot practice martial arts;

and no one said that the Chen Family’s descendants, who, due to sheltering the Wenren family’s bloodline, suffered military calamities and ruin, must submit to reality.

Chen Daole always had an obsession in his heart, which was to drive the Yan people out of the Jin land and restore the Three Jin.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

Chen Daole preemptively dodged, flipped onto the courtyard wall, and hid himself in a locust tree within the courtyard.

Immediately,

a troop of armored soldiers passed through where he had been.

At this hour, the Yan people were surprisingly not resting, running around in the night, something must have happened.

Chen Daole did not rush to come down but stayed on the tree for a while longer.

In fact, two years ago, when the Helian family and Wenren family were newly exterminated, the resistance movements and various sects in the Jin land were quite active.

Because at that time, the Yan people had just arrived, their troops only stationed in the major cities, while control over other areas was very weak. Meanwhile, the Situ Family was still around, and the Jin people still had hope.

But with the implementation of the imperial examination and the reform of the Jin land’s official system by the Yan people, these resistance organizations, which could originally receive support from the Jin land’s great clans and forts, gradually lost supplies.

Later, even the Situ Family surrendered to the Yan people, causing the pillar to collapse;

furthermore, after the war, the Yan people started to focus on targeting them, catching who should be caught, killing who should be killed, making the situation for people like Chen Daole extremely perilous.

Even he, sometimes in the dead of night, would be confused, confused about whether his persistence was right.

But come daylight, seeing those Yan people, hearing those Yan region accents, that visceral disgust and repulsion made him very uncomfortable.

He was different from those other organizations, some were remnants of the Wenren family, some remnants of the Helian family, and even some remnants of the Situ Family, because not everyone under the Situ Family’s influence was willing to follow Prince Cheng in surrendering to the Yan people.

He was a wild card, he had connections with many families, but was not truly of any one family.

He also didn’t care who would take charge of the Jin land after driving out the Yan people,

as long as he could pass through the city gates or checkpoints without hearing the Yan region accent in the inspections, he would be satisfied.

After confirming that the troop of armored soldiers had gone far,

Chen Daole jumped down from the tree,

patted his hands,

and glanced at the sword given to him by Zhang Yiqing,

feeling a moment of emotion, he murmured to himself softly:

"Sheath the sword, act when the time is right."

"Snap!"

Chen Daole suddenly felt a heavy blow to the head, causing his vision to blur, and he fainted.

Immediately after,

a tall man took out a sack and put Chen Daole into it.

"So much nonsense."

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Another Chapter before one o’clock in the morning.