C1 Six Sisters I Am Back!

"Farewell, God of War!"

At the Victorious Return Gate in the northern reaches of Lunamis, the thunderous clamor of 30,000 cavalrymen filled the air, their presence soaring skyward like a sharp sword piercing the clouds.

All eyes, alight with reverence and fervor, were fixed on a military green jeep at the forefront.

The military green jeep began its journey, departing under the gaze of tens of thousands.

"Boss, what's the rush from the higher-ups to have you return to the country?"

The young driver glanced at the rearview mirror, posing the question with caution.

In the backseat, a young man around 26 or 27 years old, with a regal bearing, leaned back in his seat, his gaze distant as he peered out the window.

This young man was Jiang Zhuo, who had defended the borders of Lunamis for twelve years and was honored by his fellow soldiers as the State Protector, God of War.

Twelve years prior, Lunamis's borders were rife with turmoil, with bandits breaching the nation and soldiers suffering greatly.

Yet Jiang Zhuo emerged, rising from obscurity to renown, his path to fame paved with the bodies and blood of those bandits.

Today, the name of Jiang Zhuo, the God of War, resonates like thunder, striking fear into the hearts of foes.

Having contributed significantly to the tranquility of the borders, Jiang Zhuo was entitled to a life of prosperity and honor. Nonetheless, an order from the higher-ups summoned him back to deal with sudden crises.

"Boss?" The young driver, noticing Jiang Zhuo's distraction, called out once more.

Jiang Zhuo regained his focus, massaging his temples, and spoke in an even tone, "I'm not sure at the moment. It's likely some rebels who can't stand the peace and are stirring up trouble. Once we're back, we'll root them out completely."

"So, are we heading to the Dragon Capital, or..."

"Jiangbei!"

A wistful look filled Jiang Zhuo's eyes as a myriad of memories flashed before him.

That was his homeland.

There, the people he held dearest awaited.

Had they been well all these years, after more than a decade apart?

"I'll immediately alert our contacts in Jiangbei to prepare for our arrival," the young man declared earnestly.

Jiang Zhuo's gaze was profound as he spoke softly, "We mustn't draw too much attention. Remember our mission! We can't afford to tip them off too soon."

"I'll keep it low-key then," the young man replied with a smile, pulling out his phone to place a call.

Jiang Zhuo paid him no mind, his gaze drifting out the window. Known for his decisiveness and ruthlessness, he now found himself unexpectedly sentimental. Was it the apprehension of returning home that stirred these feelings?

Twelve years prior, before he was even of age, Jiang Zhuo had departed from Jiangbei to enlist in the military of the Northern Territory. His aim was to acquire skills and knowledge to repay the kindness of his siblings. Having been separated from his family at a young age, Jiang Zhuo was fortunate to have found six sisters and a brother who became his new family.

Now, having achieved renown, it was time to reunite with his loved ones. With these thoughts, Jiang Zhuo retrieved an old, faded photograph from his pocket. The faces on it were blurry, but his lips curved into a tender smile as he gazed upon them. The eldest of his sisters was not even five years his senior, and the youngest, his brother, was five years his junior. They were all orphans who had clung to each other for warmth and companionship.

A dozen years had passed, and they must have all grown up, leading their own lives. After years of seclusion with no contact with the outside world, the only way to find his family was to return to the place where they had once depended solely on each other for survival.

West Cang Mountain was where Jiang Zhuo had once called home. He vividly remembered this secluded mountain, located a good distance from the urban sprawl of Jiangbei. Nestled halfway up West Cang Mountain were a few ordinary households, among which stood a derelict courtyard long devoid of inhabitants.

Jiang Zhuo and his sisters had lived there twelve years ago, christening the place "Love House," a name that evoked warmth despite its ramshackle state. It was barely enough to keep out the elements. Given its distance from the city, West Cang Mountain was indeed a peaceful retreat from the world's clamor.

Upon his return to Jiangbei City, he was astounded by the monumental changes that had taken place over the past twelve years. The city had more than doubled in size, and the once remote Western Cang Mountain was now a bustling district.

"Boss, the chairman of Zhengtian Group owes you his life. When he heard you were in Jiangbei, he insisted on meeting you to express his gratitude for your past help," the young driver said with a sense of resignation as the jeep made its way into the Western Cang Mountain area.

"Zhengtian Group?" Jiang Zhuo's expression remained indifferent, though the name rang a bell.

"Lin Zhengtian! Six years ago, he was taken hostage by foreign mercenaries. You made a swift decision, leading a small team to wipe out that infamous mercenary group and rescue him," the young man jogged his memory.

"Oh? Was it that elite squad from the international second-ranked Wolf Head Mercenary Organization?" Jiang Zhuo's eyebrows lifted slightly as he recalled the incident.

The young man nodded vigorously. "Yes, the Wolf Head Mercenaries. They've never recovered since, and I've heard they've dropped out of the international rankings."

"Have Lin Zhengtian come to Western Cang Mountain. What's the standing of his Zhengtian Group in Jiangbei now?"

"Top five."

The jeep continued up Western Cang Mountain, eventually stopping at the Heart House halfway up the slope, a place that remained in his memory. The courtyard was as dilapidated as ever, yet everything else was strikingly familiar. The only notable change was the presence of several excavators lined up at the entrance.

A sizable crowd had gathered, and from within their midst came cries of anger and despair. "Is there no justice left? How can you tear down our house without our consent?"

As Jiang Zhuo stepped out of the jeep, the voice hit him like a jolt, stirring excitement within him. Even after all these years, he recognized it immediately—it was his sixth sister, Lau Ruoyan!

"Boss, there seems to be trouble," the young man said, standing next to Jiang Zhuo and peering toward the courtyard entrance with a furrowed brow.

Jiang Zhuo's reaction was swift; his eyes turned icy, and a chilling aura enveloped him. His gaze swept over the excavators before fixing intently on the crowd.

Amidst the crowd at the courtyard entrance, a woman in simple attire, whose stunning beauty could not be concealed, wept profusely, her sobs rendering her speechless.

"If you tear down our house, what will happen when my brother returns and can't find his way here? I implore you, have mercy, please spare our home." Lau Ruoyan stood protectively in front of several children, ages six or seven, pleading continuously as tears cascaded down her cheeks like strings of pearls breaking free.

"This area has been earmarked for development into a luxury villa complex in West Cang Mountain. If you have any sense, leave immediately!" A middle-aged man with a menacing expression barked at Lau Ruoyan.