Chapter 156: Black Iron Order, Green Emperor Alliance
Chapter 156: Black Iron Order, Green Emperor Alliance
The move was so sudden, even Ye Rong acted on impulse. Naturally, the Great River Gang was completely unprepared.
Like crushing dead wood, the gang’s main force got wiped out. Without them, the remaining small fries couldn’t make waves. Some surrendered. Others ran. Soon, Ye Rong’s team took full control of Black Water River.
Dozens of Qingcheng players within the Great River Gang instantly switched sides upon seeing Yijian Kurong leading the attack.
With these turncoats helping, the cleanup sped up. They handed over intel on the gang’s favorite leveling spots and key members.
Since non-Qingcheng players couldn’t set their Resurrection Point on Mount Qingcheng—and without a Guild Stronghold, the only way to get a separate respawn spot was finding an Immortal Manor—most Great River members, lacking that Fortune Affinity, used Chengdu City as their Resurrection Point. This meant Da Jiang Yingxiong would struggle to rally his scattered men quickly.
Whenever he returned to Black Water River, Ye Rong would’ve locked everything down, leaving no room for a comeback.
“Chicken, loosen our recruitment rules starting today. Time to expand our numbers.”
“Yes!” Pecking Chicken chirped excitedly. “Boss, are you planning to start a faction?”
“Still too early. With how tough Guild Creation Quests are now, we stand no chance. But with Black Water River under our control, our small group feels stretched. What’s the point of seizing territory if we can’t hold it? We need more hands.”
Even demanding the easiest Guild Creation Quest and ignoring player-cap requests, Ye Rong knew his pack of underlings could never pull it off. Doubling or tripling them wouldn’t help.
“You’ll have your work cut out these next few days. Stabilize Black Water River, lock it down tight, and watch for the Great River Gang’s counterattack.”
“Got it!”
Pecking Chicken thumped his chest, radiating confidence.
“Next, tell Jiafang Yifang to build some courtyards along Black Water River. Our members need rest spots.”
“Also, form an elite patrol squad from our fastest flyers. Their job is to zip over whether trouble flares on Tuo River or Black Water River.”
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Ye Rong delegated everything to Pecking Chicken. If his Player Organization wanted legitimacy, many tasks still lay ahead.
“Oh yeah, I forgot to check what that pitch-black token was.”
Killing Great River Gang members netted plenty of loot, though Ye Rong claimed little. Pecking Chicken shared it based on contribution points among teammates. Only the dark token looted from Da Jiang Yingxiong landed in Ye Rong’s pocket.
Black Iron Order: Used to claim the Guild Creation Quest from a Main City governor. Essential for founding a faction.
“Whoa! The System Deity’s smiling on me lately! Even dropped something this valuable!”
Aside from lacking strength, not owning a Black Iron Order had stalled Ye Rong’s faction plans.
Tiny as it was, this item fetched 7,000-8,000 gold coins—way beyond what selling himself could cover.
Who knew this tiny, forgettable Great River Gang possessed such a rare drop?
Ye Rong clenched the token, then decided to sell it ASAP through Lei Laohu. Lei would love having this treasure jewel his shop.
Though drop rates had climbed recently, demand still crushed supply for Black Iron Orders.
Fact was, Ye Rong’s team wouldn’t tackle the Guild Creation Quest for at least a month. By then, its value might halve.
Holding it idle—useless except for faction creation, and flooding the market—made zero sense. Wiser choices? Using that gold for investments or just cashing it to real-world money.
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“Boss! Missed you like crazy! Feels like ages!”
Hengheng Haha jumped up, gesturing wildly when Ye Rong entered.
“Growth’s been slow without your guidance. Say, did you add me to that roster? Will I make Inner Hall Disciple next month?”
Ahem…” Ye Rong met Hengheng Haha’s hopeful stare calmly, though internally he jolted.
Close one. Nearly forgot that request. Missing it would’ve been bad.
“Boss, heard you wiped out the Great River Gang?”
“Yep. Black Water River belongs to us now. Once our ranks swell and we digest those resources, White Water River’s next. Called you back to brainstorm a team name.”
Ye Rong already sold the Black Iron Order via Lei Laohu—200,000 RMB in full.
Even before his family crisis and job loss, saving that much would’ve taken years.
Losing the token didn’t mean skipping the naming. Baptizing the team felt urgent.
“Boss, how about ‘Green Robe Tower’? A super tough faction from my childhood novel!”
THWACK!
Ye Rong flicked Hengheng Haha’s forehead and glared hard.
“That sounds like naming Ethereal Green Robe’s faction! Green Robe Tower? Seriously?”
“Qingcheng Sword Alliance, then?”
“Hackneyed!”
“Kurong Coalition?”
“Yuck.”
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They cycled through four or five more until, finally, Ye Rong said what he’d picked.
“It’s Green Emperor Alliance. Chicken, find any crafters in the team. Get them sewing large banners with ‘Green Emperor Alliance’ written on them. Otherwise, improvise with silk banners and ink.”
“What a great name, boss! So imposing and magnificent!”
Hengheng Haha hadn’t even let Ye Rong finish, gushing praise so thickly that Pecking Chicken shot him a disdainful look.
With recruitment open wide, members surged nearly tenfold in two days. By Day Three, the Green Emperor Alliance broke the thousand-member mark.
Ye Rong personally led the charge to seize White Water River, expelling the Zhushan players hovering there.
With that done, Ye Rong plunged back into his Karma Point grind with renewed zeal.
Freeing the Nine Glazed Golden Lamp wasn’t his sole goal; hitting 100,000 Karma Points unlocked elite Sect quests, rumored to be insanely rewarding.
Most of his luck came from Baiman disciples—Demonic Path Players being prime Karma Point fodder—pushing his score to 98,000 rapidly. Just an hour more of grinding should top 100,000, unlocking those missions.
“Ugh, this stupid clam! Harder than a millennium-old turtle shell! Can’t break it!”
Ye Rong’s Sword Light slammed against crystalline, pearl-like armor until just sparks flew—no cracks. They’d fought nearly thirty minutes; potions guzzled, zero progress got made. Leaving felt wasteful.
“A Level 60 Elite with attack stats this low? Impossible to pass up!”
All it did was spit piercing water jets—which missed once dodging grew predictable.
He’d tracked Tuo River for miles, slaughtering Aquatic Demonic Creatures sword-flying. So deep and far from shore that he found this bizarre bloodline Clam Spirit.
A Level 60 Elite Monster stood as dangerous as Blackwater Xuanshe from the Ancient Tomb—requiring their whole team plus Long-Legged Lady’s biggest plays just to fell it. Solo-hunting one now? Tempting. The haul would be massive… if only its defense wasn’t ridiculously high.
Striking surface damage usually hit around 10-20 points. An occasional 70-80 critical felt like a win. Ye Rong guessed his AoE spells wouldn’t help anyway.
Such weak attacks couldn’t even outpace the Clam Spirit’s health regeneration. Tangibly unkillable. Pathetic offense compensated cruelly elsewhere.
“Darn Kung Fu Panda! I’m gonna be stuck grinding aimlessly against this oversized shell!”