The Demon Lords

Chapter 849 187: Son_5

"My lord, actually I've never really considered you as my lord."

Zheng Fan exhaled a smoke ring and nodded,

"I know."

"I became a zombie because I refused to submit to the person above me—whether as a human or a zombie, I don't like to bow down."

"Hmm."

"However, whenever I call you 'my lord,' it doesn't feel burdensome."

"Why?"

"Because I know you don't take it to heart, as you said before, 'my lord' is just a title, no different from any Tom, Dick, or Harry. Here, you could be named Firstname Lastname."

"Haha."

"Also, I want to regain my strength, or better yet, all seven of us want to recover our strength as soon as possible. Without strength, we'll never have true freedom."

"I know."

Liang Cheng flicked off some ash,

and said:

"There's one more thing—I've always liked this kind of life. Though I've never told you, perhaps you and the others think I lead the troops because I know how to,

but in reality, I genuinely enjoy this feeling.

When I see the northern army's cavalry, I envy; when I see the southern army's cavalry, I envy too."

"I feel the same," Zheng Fan remarked.

Military might is the primary measure of a warlord's power.

I don't have many troops under my command now, but imagine if I had three hundred thousand cavalry. Then maybe the Yan Emperor would need to send a delegate to discuss who he wants as the crown prince and who will take his throne.

"Actually, I knew about last night's incident and today's matter with Xue Three. I didn't address them, pretending not to know."

"Oh."

"Aren't you going to ask why, my lord?"

"You'll answer yourself."

Liang Cheng laughed, as this cold zombie rarely showed any human-like demeanor.

"Because I don't care."

Saying this,

Liang Cheng squashed the cigarette butt into his palm, extinguishing it,

"Perhaps it's because I understand that no matter how excessive Xue Three acts, it wouldn't truly threaten your safety, my lord. So, I don't care.

Apologies, I hadn't considered your emotions or the feeling of being offended.

If I were skilled at planning and observing, I wouldn't have become a zombie and wouldn't be who I am now."

"Is that an explanation?"

"It's partly an explanation. No, not really. My lord, you might laugh, but if I had to choose between my own strength enhancement or having ten thousand barbarian cavalry appear before me right now;

I'd choose the latter without hesitation.

After all, even Sword Saints falter after killing a thousand riders. A well-trained ten thousand barbarian cavalry could trade-off with ten Sword Saints.

Where in the world would you find ten Sword Saints?"

It's a matter of arithmetic.

"Besides, my lord, this world is vast. Really vast. You're not a Yan person, and neither am I. I don't have strong affiliations with the Yan State, but I enjoy warfare.

Fighting the Qian State, enjoying the feeling of my cavalry trampling the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan;

Battling the Chu State, relishing the thrill of making demons submit in the deep marshes;

After those two places, we can wander the deserts, and after crossing them, visit Western countries.

In this world, there's a place called Rome, a great empire. I really want to see their formations.

This lifetime is meant for play, to play to the fullest and not waste this life."

Zheng Fan nodded.

Subsequently,

Liang Cheng continued:

"My lord, if you're feeling down, let me take three thousand riders with you to the snowy plains. This approach might be a bit like Li Fusheng;

but ultimately, no matter how big the worry or how deep the depression, wiping out a small clan of wild men can't solve it, and if it can't, then we'll wipe out a few more."

"Our recruits haven't been replenished yet, and the barbarian cavalry hasn't arrived."

There are not enough troops at the Snow Sea Pass.

"That's why, my lord, during times like these, we shouldn't keep a low profile, otherwise it would be easier for the wild men to gauge our situation; it's better to be bold and unrestrained."

"But we just signed a treaty not long ago."

"It was the wild men who breached the treaty first; that wild clan attacked our convoy, stole our goods, and killed our people."

"As far as I know, we haven't dispatched any merchant convoy from Snow Sea Pass to the snowy plains yet."

"My lord's wisdom is unmatched. I'll arrange for that plundered convoy to leave for the snowy plains tonight."

"Thank you for your hard work, call me when everything's ready."

"Yes, my lord."

Liang Cheng rose, bid farewell to Zheng Fan, and left the residence.

As he stepped out of the residence,

a surge of black flames ignited in his eyes, and his aura suddenly surged,

mouth agape,

releasing a silent roar!

Simultaneously,

perhaps triggered by Liang Cheng's enhanced bloodline,

the lid of the coffin lying quietly in the back of a secluded room flew open;

Shatuo Queshi abruptly sat up,

with black flames identical to Liang Cheng's roaring in his eyes.

Outside,

Liang Cheng's expression returned to calm, his earlier sudden surge of aura stabilized.

However, Liang Cheng didn't hurry to leave but continued standing there;

since his zombie bloodline had elevated again, he could use more of his bloodline abilities, such as sensing Shatuo Queshi "watching" him from the back residence.

Liang Cheng spoke:

"Can you hear me? Do you remember who you are?"

"I... I..."

Shatuo Queshi's voice was halting, seemingly still caught in profound confusion.

This surprised Liang Cheng because Shatuo Queshi's repeated "actions" suggested he had his own logic, not entirely dazed.

He had intervened to protect their lord several times and had also shielded Zheng Fan's adopted son, the young lord.

With clear actions, one cannot be entirely without thought.

Liang Cheng asked again:

"Do you remember anything?"

"I... I... son... surname... surname Zheng."