Transmigrate to the Tang Dynasty, Summon the Shadow Corps from the Start

Zhenguan Year Two.

Overnight, a three-story glass villa appeared in the middle of Zhuque Avenue, blocking the road to the morning court.

Yuchi Gong and Cheng Yaojin tried pushing the door open together, but couldn't budge it. Even when they struck it with an iron whip, it didn't leave so much as a white mark.

Zhou Feng, who had just finished eating a steak fried by his ninja soldiers, found the noise outside annoying and sent three of them straight out through the shadows.

He caught Yuchi Gong's iron whip between two fingers, then struck back with a palm that sent the mighty Tang general reeling.

As he looked at Li Shimin and the assembled court officials standing outside with their mouths agape, Zhou Feng stepped out in his slippers and laid down the rules.

First, this is my territory. No shouting or banging on the door.

Second, don't bother me without a good reason. If you come asking for help, bring rare treasures as your entrance fee.

Third, try anything underhanded behind my back, and you'll face the consequences.

From then on, a forbidden zone stood outside the imperial palace of the Tang dynasty, and Li Shimin became its most frequent visitor bearing gifts.