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nOutside of Beiluo City…

nSomewhere on the endless plain, a wagon stopped there quietly. The horse was snorting and eating grasses.

nThe heavy moonlight shone on the plain, giving it an icy cold but beautiful silver glint.

nThe curtain of the wagon was lifted.

nA hunchbacked old man got off the wagon with hands behind his back. He was looked at Beiluo City, which was vaguely shown in the darkness.

nThe wagon man was Mo Shougui, who had lost an arm. He followed Mo Beike with a pale face.

n“Shougui, what time is it now?”

n“It will be one o’clock in ten minutes.” Mo Shougui’s voice was a little bit hoarse.

nHe was also looking at Beiluo City with a pair of what seemed like cold eyes.

nAfter all, it was Ning Zhao who cut his arm off, and Ning Zhao was Young Master Lu’s servant girl. Consequently, he certainly would settle this with Young Master Lu.

n“One o’clock…”

nMo Beike took a deep breath. His eye bags vibrated.

nAccording to what they had agreed, once Beiluo City was brought under control, Yinyang philosopher Wei Luan would give him a signal. However…

nIt started at midnight, and it was almost one o’clock.

nBeiluo City remained terribly and eerily quiet, like a lurking viper giving off coldness in the dark.

n“He failed…”

nMo Beike was somewhat disappointed. He breathed out. The wind was a little chilly, stirring his beard.

n“Shougui, go to North County right away.”

nMo Beike went back into the wagon.

n“Yes.”

nMo Shougui whipped the horses with his only arm. The wagon turned around instantly and drove away.

nMo Shougui’s long hair was blowing in the wind. He looked back at Beiluo City, a deep-seated hatred showing in his eyes.

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nAt the edge of Hidden Dragon Ridge…

nA bonfire was burning, illuminating the deep dark forest around.

nA well-shaped body was lying on her side on a carpet made of hay.

nSitting beside the bonfire, Xiang Shaoyun was breathing Spirit Qi. Dark Demonic Qi was flowing in his body.

n“Once an immortal method is inversed, it will become a demonic method…”

n“Sometimes an immortal? Sometimes a demon?”

nXiang Shaoyun murmured.

nHe almost died this time, but he sold a part of his soul to Demon and demonified himself. In this way, he managed to survive and killed thousands.

nLooking back, he saw Luo Mingsang asleep on the hay. Then the hostility on his face completely disappeared. What was left was gentleness.

nGazing at the woman’s peaceful face, he thought as long as she could live a tranquil and comfortable life, he would not regret anything.

nActually, he did not have the ambition to conquer the world at all.

nHe revolted, but it was only to make her the noblest woman in the world, a woman who could have everything.

nWhat Xiang Shaoyun really liked to do was to keep improving in martial arts and go beyond his limits.

nEven a tough man also has his tender side. Xiang Shaoyun was not an exception.

nThe tenderness in his heart was exactly Luo Mingsang…

nThe girl who he grew up with.

nHowever, when he looked back at the burning bonfire, Xiang Shaoyun’s eyes seemed even colder. The hostility in them was surprisingly intense.

n“Mo Beike…”

n“What a pity. You didn’t kill me. Since you didn’t kill me, this world… It will never be yours, Mohists!”

nXiang Shaoyun’s low and profound voice tore the night sky apart.

nWhile Xiang Shaoyun was looking at the bonfire…

nOn the hay, the woman, who was lying on her side, looked at the man sitting by the bonfire. With his back facing her, seeing his body full of injuries, her eyelashes slightly vibrated. A tenderness emerged in her bright eyes.

nHowever, the tenderness was soon replaced with a mix of struggling misery and sorrow.

nShe shut her eyes.

nMurmuring to herself painfully…

n“Shaoyun, Mingsang doesn’t deserve you. I don’t deserve you.”

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nDrunken Dragon City.

nThere was a thick fog. Just like Beiluo, the city was also in dead silence. Everyone was asleep.

nOutside of the farmer’s yard…

nJiang Li was looking at the yard with a profound look, wearing a silver armor and covering his mouth and nose with a white cloth. While holding his helmet, he could see the teenage girl hypnotized by the Yinyang Fireflies in the house.

nThe teenage girl was fast asleep. As if she was having some beautiful dream, a pair of dimples blossomed on either side of her lips like peach flowers. Her pretty face was a little rosy.

nJiang Li looked emotionless. He put on his helmet a minute later and then turned around to leave.

nAfter taking a few steps, he formed a circle with his thumb and forefinger and put them against his lips. Then he made a whistle out of his hand.

nA white horse galloped over in the darkness, with its magnificent mane fluttering in the wind the horse’s neck.

nJiang Li jumped onto the white horse. Tucked at his waist was a sheathed rusted sword, while a long spear hung on the horse’s saddle.

nAs soon as he got onto the horse, Jiang Li hooked his foot under the spear and tossed it into the air. Then he caught it with his hand.

nThe man and the horse turned into a bolt of white lightning running through the street of Drunken Dragon City in the dark.

nSeveral figures, covering their mouths and noses, were following Jiang Li. In this way, they killed into the darkness that shrouded Drunken Dragon City.

nOn the long street…

nYinyang School’s necromancers showed up like ghosts.

nBeast machines were roaring. Gu insects were flying…

nA bloody rain and a wind with a pungent smell were sweeping over the whole Drunken Dragon City.

nJiang Li’s eyes were ablaze like torches in the night. The white horse’s clip-clops sounded like small dense raindrops. Jiang Li, holding his long spear and in his silver armor, led his subordinates straight into the darkness brought by Yinyang School’s necromancers like a long sharp sword.

nThis was destined to be a bloody night.

nCompared to the overwhelming attack in Beiluo City…

nThe battle in Drunken Dragon City was harder.

nYinyang School’s necromancers showed how pretty horrible they were this night, alongside the beast machines of Jiguan School and the Mohist rangers.

nThe three were like a horrific giant hand breaking down the Great Zhou Dynasty’s firm defense.

nWhen the sun rose from the horizon and the first strand of morning light shone on the earth…

nOn the street where the killing had lasted the whole night, cling-clangs of armors could be heard.

nJiang Li walked out of the dead bodies step by step. He threw the spear on the ground. With his hand grasping the handle of the sheathed rusted sword he was carrying at waist, he breathed out. Behind him were broken beast machines and the dead bodies of Yinyang School’s necromancers, which were everywhere…

nOf course, there were dead bodies of his subordinates as well.

nJiang Li was kind of insensitive. He had witnessed too many deaths, and he had been used to this sight.

nHe narrowed his eyes involuntarily when the morning light shone on his face.

nBehind him, a woman covered with blood, was following him.

n“Clear the bodies…

n“Guard the city when everybody wakes up,”

nJiang Li said.

n“Yes.”

nThe woman replied in an exhausted voice. A franticness emerged in her eyes when she had seen the sheathed rusted sword at Jiang Li’s waist.

nThe fact that Master Jiang’s rusted sword had never been unsheathed meant this crisis was nothing at all.

nThe franticness faded in her eyes when she saw Jiang Li leaving covered with blood. It was replaced with complexity. She knew where Jiang Li was going, so she did not follow him so that he would not be disturbed.

nIn the farmer’s yard…

nJiang Li put off the helmet and removed the cloth stained with blood that he had used to cover his mouth and nose. His hair was a little bit messy.

nHe went into the house and saw that the candle was almost spent, so he blew it out. Gazing at the teenage girl’s tranquil sleeping face, he extended his hand. However, afraid that her face would be stained with blood, he retracted it.

nHe walked to the door and sat down on the edge without taking off his sword. With his back straightened up, he looked at the morning glow shining through the ragged clouds on the horizon.

nWatching the clouds changing quietly, he waited for the girl to wake up.

nIn the room…

nThe teenage girl woke up andsaw the giant figure sitting on the edge right away.

nShouting in surprise, she sat up immediately. The chick Lil Phoenix One sleeping on her chest was instantly thrown out.

nIt fell next to the figure covered with blood sitting on the edge.

nJiang Li glimpsed at the chick emotionlessly. Then he looked at the teenage girl on the bed. He raised his eyebrow.

n“Is this… Is this the chicken for the chicken soup?”

nBai Qingniao flushed because of embarrassment.

n“Uncle Jiang, when did you come?”

nShe was startled. Picking Lil Phoenix One up and tucking it into her clothes, she hurried to run into the kitchen.

n“The soup will be ready very soon. Uncle Jiang, just a little while…”

nA little while later…

nJiang Li left the blood-stained helmet on the ground and started to enjoy the yellowish chicken soup and the delicious chicken.

nCupping her hands around her chin, Bai Qingniao watched watching Jiang Li eat the chicken soup. Her eyes were like two crescent moons.

nIt did startle her when she had seen Jiang Li covered with blood for the first time.

nHowever, little by little, she got used to it when she had seen it quite a few times. And her fear of blood was gone as well.

nShe liked to see him eating soup before her. What he did or who he killed, why would that matter to her?

nHe ate all of the soup.

nJiang Li wiped the oil off the corners of his lips.

nHe got to his feet.

n“I’m leaving.”

nHe always left as soon as he finished the soup. He would never linger.

n“That chicken… Feed it more,” said Jiang Li at the door.

nHe glanced at Lil Phoenix One, who popped its head out of Bai Qingniao’s collar, and curled his lip.

nHe was absolutely not jealous of the chick.

nHe just thought Bai Qingniao could make some good soup with it.

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nCapital city, Great Zhou.

nAt daybreak…

nThe warm morning sunlight spilled on the earth.

nOutside of the capital city, six horses were galloping into the capital city without slowing down. Their clip-clops sounded like raindrops.

nThese six horses were from the six cities guarding the capital city. They were bringing a piece of urgent news.

nMain Hall, Imperial Palace.

nYuwen Xiu threw the six urgent letters away when he had finished reading them. Flying into a rage, he swatted at his throne, making a loud noise that echoed in the hall.

nThe ministers looked at one another. Some of them had learned what it was about. Lowering their heads down, they did not even dare breathe hard.

nThe old eunuch picked up the urgent letters from the ground.

n“Read!”

nYuwen Xiu ordered with a cold face.

nThe old eunuch did not dare disobey. He read the news in the urgent letters in a high-pitched voice.

nInstantly, all of the ministers were shocked!

nThe six cities guarding Great Zhou’s capital city were attacked.

nBeiluo, Drunken Dragon, Wangtian, and Pingnan, these four cities managed to stay safe. The City Masters of Yuanchi and Tong’an were all killed. The aristocratic families in these two cities revolted, and the citizens were living in fear.

nStaring at the ministers, whose only reaction was mere shock, Yuwen Xiu felt very disappointed.

nHe waved his hand. The ministers were thus dismissed. Then he headed for the Book Pavilion.

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nThe capital city was in shock brought by the news that the six cities had been assaulted.

nLu Manor, Beiluo City.

nThe morning light spilled onto the earth…

nBringing the gentleness and comfort of the early morning.

nSitting on the wheelchair, Lu Fan was eating rice porridge.

nBefore him, Ni Yu, wearing a bun and with tears welling up in her eyes, was looking at Lu Fan eagerly, full of regret.

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