The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space

Jin Yuka frowned: "Flame, you saved my life, but... as for launching an attack against the Imperial Court, I cannot agree with you. After all... you've tried several times before with the court, and all ended in failure... You must understand, our Miaojiang poison tradition has been passed down for hundreds of years, and few can undo it. This indicates there are capable people in the court..."

Flame's eyes under his mask squinted slightly, all because Yang Ruxin thwarted his plans.

"Flame, I truly can't help you with this." Jin Yuka directly refused Flame's request to raise an army.

"Hehe..." Flame laughed, "My king, remember, you will agree." With that, he stood up, turned around and walked out, disappearing in an instant.

"My king, this Master Flame is too rude." Jin Yuka's close guard, Ran Lei, frowned and commented.

Jin Yuka said nothing, but his brow remained furrowed.

Though he refused Flame, his heart was still restless.

Here in Miaojiang, surrounded by mountains, although the Miao people have lived here for generations, they also harbor ambitions. Though rich in minerals and medicine, food is scarce.

Every year, there are special people who descend the mountains to trade food with the Han Chinese.

Those who return describe the outside world as prosperous, affluent, and full of song and dance.

However, supporting Flame's attempt to restore the former Song Dynasty is commendable, but it's not right for the people of Miaojiang to be his vanguard.

The Flame Sect is spread nationwide, with tens of thousands of members. If a rebellion truly occurs, he wouldn't mind lending a hand, though the intention to fish in troubled waters or take advantage is greater.

But Flame's words just now made him very uneasy because that person is extremely strange and unpredictable, perhaps...

"Ran Lei, urgently summon the tribal chiefs, convene in the meeting hall..."

Ran Lei quickly saluted, then went down to convey the orders.

After leaving the Huaka Tribe, Flame immediately returned to his Flame Sect headquarters without any pause.

The headquarters of the Flame Sect is situated on a mountainside, built along the mountain's caves, looking much more grand and beautiful than a stilted building.

The straight-line distance from the Huaka Tribe isn't far, with just a mountain peak separating them, which isn't challenging for someone skilled in Qinggong.

Guards at the entrance knelt down from afar upon seeing a figure flying over.

Flame didn't pause and swiftly entered the mountain gate.

"Master." Several people came out to greet him, led by Uncle Nine and Daoist Qing Qiuzi, who had previously escaped from Yang Ruxin's hands, now kneeling together on the ground.

"Diewu, immediately send a message to have the Young Master return." Flame's tone carried a hint of anger as he turned and sat at the high seat in the middle of the hall.

Diewu acknowledged, turned, and went out to deliver the message.

"Foster father." However, before Diewu reached the cave entrance, a slightly lazy voice sounded from outside, followed by a white-clad man entering, it was Song San.

"Salute the Young Master." The crowd once again saluted Song San.

Diewu looked at Song San with a trace of infatuation in her eyes, but unfortunately, Song San's gaze did not fall on her.

"Qiqi, it's good timing that you've returned." Flame's tone softened, even carrying a hint of joy.

"Greetings, foster father." Song San saluted Flame.

"Rise, speak. How are things outside?" Flame gestured slightly.