[An Orphan's Love Affair with a Beauty's Rivalry] (Volume 1, Chapter 016)

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Chapter 016 The Battle of Revenge

When Wu Yue awoke, it was already past Chen Shi (7-9 AM), and the sky was bright. He opened his eyes to a dark, gloomy,

leaden-gray sky filled with swirling black clouds, a stark contrast to the scene before he fell asleep. For a moment, he was disoriented. He heard

a cacophony of wailing and lamentation. He looked around and found the surrounding streets in utter chaos. He wondered

what terrible event had occurred.

Looking at the entrance of the Yuebinlou Inn to his right, he finally remembered something. "Wasn't I sleeping in

the ? When did I end up lying on the street?"

Looking at himself, he found himself lying under a large tree by the roadside. He tried to sit up, but his limbs wouldn't obey him.

His legs completely numb and exposed, covered in festering sores, from which pus continued

to ooze, emitting a pungent stench.

A small four-wheeled cart was tied to his buttocks, with a rope attached to the front, seemingly for someone to pull.

He opened his mouth to ask the two young beggars beside him how he had suddenly become like this, only to remember that he was completely

unable to speak; he had become mute long ago on Mount Hua!

He vaguely recalled that he had recently had three experiences of "abnormal sleep." The first time, he woke up in a luxurious garden with beautiful women

in palace attire , finding himself paralyzed; the second time, he found himself in

a cage atop Mount Hua, and thus became mute; the third time, he had further fallen into destitution on the streets of Mianchi, and

on top of being paralyzed and mute, he was covered in festering sores!

Following his habitual thought process, he continued, "At this rate, if it happens a fourth time, I'll

be ... I'll become..." Thinking of this, he broke out in a cold sweat, and from then on, he had

a completely different view of sleep than ordinary people, planting the serious seed of becoming a night owl!

Suddenly, a very familiar, graceful figure flashed past the inn's entrance—wasn't that Rainbow? He

was overjoyed , but couldn't call out, unable even to wave to her, and his heart was filled with anxiety!

Around noon, he watched helplessly as Murong Ziyan's carriage rumbled past on the street before him

, followed closely by Zhaiyue, Feishuang, and Caihong on their steeds. Then came the orderly

ranks of the Jingwei cavalry, galloping past one by one, the clatter of hooves echoing through the air. In no time,

they disappeared towards the east gate, leaving only the dust kicked up by their hooves.

To Xiao Wuyue's dismay, it was one thing for Murong Ziyan to be in the carriage, but

not a single one of the thousand-plus knights, including Zhaiyue, Feishuang, and Caihong, even glanced at him! And he couldn't even lift a finger;

he had no way to attract their attention!

His spirits sank to rock bottom!

If he knew that Murong Ziyan had hurriedly fled from within a few feet of him at dawn, covering her nose and mouth

, he would surely be furious enough to vomit blood! If he found out that Murong Ziyan had only glanced at his legs

and hadn't even looked at his face, he would be furious! His face wasn't actually

disguised ; it was just covered in indelible filth!

In his frustration, he suddenly realized a heart-wrenching problem: "Where is Sister Beifeng? She's always

inseparable from Madam, why is she the only one missing? Elsa is gone too! More than twenty days have passed; they should have

returned Could it be that they…?"

He dared not think further; a wave of immense sorrow washed over him!

Murong Ziyan had twice missed opportunities to easily rescue Xiao Wuyue, a truly regrettable

situation fact inevitable. As the saying goes, "Know yourself and know your enemy,

and you will never be defeated." Regarding Lady Yunmeng, Murong Ziyan had only known herself, not her enemy. In contrast, Lady Yunmeng's study

held shelf containing forty-eight volumes and six hundred and ninety-eight chapters of files related to Murong Ziyan, stacked

three stories high and totaling over ten thousand pages!

These files meticulously recorded Murong Ziyan's daily life, from her time in the Wang family of Yanjing to her recent life at the Zhou residence

in Jinan , detailing her habits, hobbies, and even

the types of bowls, plates, and chopsticks she preferred. The only blank section was her

past experiences at the Wang residence, as the Rakshasa Fairy seemed to have suddenly appeared at the Wang family at the age of nineteen.

The only people who might have known the details, Mr. and Mrs. Wang, were both deceased. Her children only knew she was the daughter of their father's old friend, adopted as a goddaughter from a

young age , but no one knew which friend. Therefore,

no one knew anything about the Rakshasa Fairy's life before the age of nineteen. Even Xiao Wuyue's files numbered

in the thousands!

So-called success sometimes seems like a stroke of luck, but it's not! Essentially, success is opportunity meeting

a prepared person; it's built upon countless hours of hard work and dedication. To obtain this information,

Lady Yunmeng mobilized thousands of experienced professional intelligence agents and spent a considerable amount of money to acquire firsthand

raw data. She herself spent a great deal of time and energy personally analyzing, organizing, and summarizing this seemingly ambiguous, sometimes

even contradictory, information.

Therefore, the failure and bad luck of Murong Ziyan and Yunmeng in this round of confrontation, in the final analysis, was an inevitable result

of . Lady Yunmeng's methods may be despicable, but undeniably, she is

an opponent worthy of Murong Ziyan's respect! Like

many inherently lazy people who constantly hope for a windfall to achieve instant success, those who are careless, superficial, and inconsistent in their efforts are unlikely to succeed much more easily than winning the lottery. 　　As an outstanding commander, this mysterious Lady Yunmeng seems to possess a gambling-like, risk-taking mentality. She enjoys placing the opportunity for victory in fierce battles on a watershed where advancing further opens up boundless possibilities for her opponent, while retreating means utter ruin. Perhaps such victories bring her greater pleasure? 　　Of course, each gamble is based on her thorough understanding of both herself and her opponent. Like a game of chess, she has already laid traps, ensuring her opponent has a 99% chance of falling into them before she begins her gamble. So far, she is like the big house at the gambling table, having already won a fortune. But Yunmeng is ultimately gambling on human nature, and human nature is the most complex and volatile thing. Can she continue her triumphant advance and win the game?

The two young beggars, seemingly overjoyed to receive a silver ingot from Murong Ziyan, rushed to a restaurant at noon and bought

two plump, juicy roast chickens. They sat down next to Xiao Wuyue and began to devour them. Seeing him staring

blankly in the direction the horse caravan had disappeared, the taller, thinner beggar tore off a chicken leg and held it to his mouth, laughing, "Don't look! Those people

are terribly fierce. Eat something, this chicken leg is delicious! We begged for a ten-tael silver ingot this morning,

all thanks to you!"

Xiao Wuyue, though hungry, couldn't even lift his hand, let alone eat. He shook his head. The taller

beggar urged, "You're so sick, how can you not eat? Listen to your brother, eat the chicken leg

." Xiao Wuyue still shook his head.

A few feet away from him, the girl sitting next to the old woman was watching him with wide eyes. Seeing that

he refused to eat, she walked over, took the chicken leg from the tall young beggar, and held it to Xiao Wuyue's lips,

rubbing it against his lips a few times to signal him to open his mouth.

Xiao Wuyue wanted to shake his head, but when he looked up and saw the pure look in the girl's eyes, filled with unusual concern, he couldn't bear

to refuse her kindness, so he opened his mouth and began to eat. A hint of joy appeared in the girl's eyes.

After a couple of bites, he suddenly remembered something, gestured towards the chicken leg and the girl, indicating that she should eat some too. The girl

shook her head, insisted on feeding him until he finished, and then returned to the old woman's side. She took out

about ten , went to the steamed bun shop across the street, bought some buns, and shared them with the old woman.

Xiao Wuyue lay sprawled out on the roadside. He was always gentle and polite, and felt that this was very

unseemly. However, he could not move his body at all, nor could he speak. He could not even ask someone to help him close his legs.

He felt like a cripple, and his only use was to serve as a signboard for the two young beggars, attracting the sympathy of passersby with his miserable

appearance .

"Perhaps that's why they took me in?" Xiao Wuyue thought to himself. "But

how did I end up like this?"

From the moment he woke up, he watched the sun, which brought little warmth to the earth,

slowly to the branches of a tree above him. He had never realized how long and tedious half a day could be

. His gaze shifted from the shadows in front of him to the ground illuminated by the sunlight, noticing countless tiny things floating and swirling

in He stared at them for a long time, until he felt dizzy

. "Are they tiny insects invisible to the naked eye? Or dust in the air?"

Thinking about the polluted air he breathed, he felt a pang of sadness. Perhaps

because the world was in turmoil and there were too many poor people, his appearance didn't bring the two young beggars much profit. Perhaps passersby

thought that these two young men, so strong and healthy, were lazy and good-for-nothings when they came out begging?

Perhaps because the afternoon is the warmest time of day, the streets were bustling with people. A woman led

a child of about three or four years old past him. The child looked at him curiously, and he smiled at the child.

The woman glared at him fiercely, her eyes filled with disgust, and quickly pulled the child away as if avoiding a plague!

His smile froze on his face. He then realized that not only that woman, but everyone who passed by

—men, women glanced at him, their eyes filled with not only disgust but also a hint of schadenfreude. Perhaps these people felt

a sense of superiority, thinking that someone was even more miserable than them?

Yet, no one was willing to toss a single coin into the jar in front of him.

These people were mostly poor folks. Usually, when he saw them outside the Zhou mansion,

he was filled with sympathy and pity. He would give some money to beggars, and during famines, he would

organize porridge distribution and relief for the people in front of the gate.

Yet at this moment, he felt these people were far happier than himself. They might not have enough to eat or wear,

but at least they could walk and talk. He suddenly realized that these two most ordinary things were such

a luxury for him.

What saddened him even more was that when he became more pitiful than these poor people, when he needed

sympathy and comfort, these people not only didn't pity him, but each of them wore expressions that made him feel incredibly uncomfortable.

A sense of sorrow crept into his heart, and he couldn't help but recall the conversation he had with Murong Ziyan that night.

He said, "...Many people are selling their children in towns and villages just to get enough to eat.

Don't you feel any pity for them?" Murong Ziyan replied indignantly,

"Pity them? Who will pity me!" He

then recalled another sentence Murong Ziyan had said to him that night: "Didn't I always tell you to remember that to achieve your goals, you must use

any means necessary, stepping over the corpses of your enemies to reach the top? That's what makes a great hero! If you have a woman's compassion and

feel sorry for this person and that person, maybe one day the person who stabs you in the back will be the one you once pitied!"

At this moment, the disgusted looks from these passersby felt like handfuls of salt, rubbing salt into his wounds again and again

after ! He never imagined that he would one day become so

disliked, feeling like the world had abandoned him.

The ragged, dark-skinned girl was quiet, sitting

silently . The peddler's everyday goods, the colorful fabrics and pretty jewelry in the shop, and

the bustling passersby seemed to hold no interest for her, only occasionally glancing up at him.

In Xiao Wuyue's memory, this was the only look he hadn't shown disgust in over half a day, bringing him

a little warmth. He noticed that the grandfather and granddaughter hadn't spoken; perhaps they were mute like him?

However, by late afternoon, the sun had vanished, the street suddenly darkened, and a cold wind began to

blow, seeping into his neck. He shivered and shrank back, a stove flashing in his mind.

As dusk approached, aside from the one silver ingot they had received from Murong Ziyan that morning, the two young

beggars and Xiao Wuyue hadn't gained much else. Perhaps because the little girl was more endearing, the grandfather and granddaughter

had amassed a considerable fortune and were already packing up to leave.

Seeing that it was already dusk, the tall young beggar sighed, "Looks like that's it for today. Let's

go back ." He then propped up the back of the small four-wheeled cart under Xiao Wuyue, helped him sit upright against

the backrest, and tied a rope around his body to the backrest.

After doing this, he picked up the rope tied to the front of the cart and slowly pulled Xiao Wuyue towards North Street.

Let's go.

Yuebinlou is located on the central axis of Mianchi City. North Street, north of the inn, is the most bustling and lively area of Mianchi .

On the east side of the middle section is the county government office. Further north, at the crossroads, is a small square with lanterns

hanging on , making it the brightest place in the city. Shops line the streets on all four sides.

On the east side of the square, there are two rows of various food stalls, selling tofu pudding, wontons, and so

on , with all sorts of hawkers' cries rising and falling.

On the west side of the square, there are mainly acrobatic performances. On the south side, there is an old man performing monkey tricks, with only

a . Further on, a strong man is performing pole balancing, and on the pole, a slender girl is holding onto

a horizontal branch at the top, performing handstands, balancing bowls, and other acrobatic feats. There are many people around, and the girl's wonderful

performance often draws applause, but very few people are willing to take out a few coins. When the performance ended and

the burly man bowed and asked for tips, the crowd dispersed in a panic!

The tall young beggar shook his head and sighed, "People's hearts have changed so much!

Even such a wonderful performance can't earn money; how much harder is it for us to beg?"

The thin young beggar beside him replied, "In this chaotic world, who cares about anyone else?

By the way, don't spend all the money you've begged for. Tomorrow, Zhang Datou from East Street will be collecting his dues again! If you

don't have money to hand over, his gang will drive you out of this prime location on East Street."

Hearing this, the tall young beggar couldn't help but feel... They said indignantly, "I never imagined there were different classes even among beggars!

Not only the higher-ups in the Beggars' Guild not have to beg, but they live in mansions, eating and drinking well.

Even low-level runners like Zhang Datou live quite comfortably! We work hard from dawn till dusk, enduring wind and sun

, to earn a little money, and they take a cut! Where is the justice?!"

Wherever they dragged Xiao Wuyue, the women and girls showed extreme disgust, covering their noses and avoiding them as if

they . The tall young beggar, who had originally planned to make some extra money at the bustling night market, had to

abandon the idea upon seeing this.

It was the dead of winter, and the weather was bitterly cold. Xiao Wuyue's legs were exposed, making him feel disgusted, yet he couldn't help

but glance down at them every now and then. Surprisingly, he didn't feel the cold at all. He thought despairingly, "

It seems my legs really have been crippled! Otherwise, how could I not even feel the cold?" He had initially hoped that

he was merely under some kind of restriction, but now that possibility seemed extremely slim. Being under

a restriction only meant being unable to move, not being completely numb in his limbs!

He continued walking through the square, the further north he went, the darker the streets became, and the fewer pedestrians there were. After traveling several miles,

the road became rugged, and the houses on both sides were dilapidated, seemingly leading into a slum.

As he continued, under the leaden, hazy, dim light, the outline of a dilapidated temple gradually appeared on the east side of the road. Two

young beggar boys pulled him directly towards the temple.

After being dragged into the dilapidated temple's main hall, Xiao Wuyue looked around. The walls were mottled, the roof tiles sparse, and

moonlight peeked through countless cracks, making it impossible to tell how many years the temple hadn't been repaired.

On the steps directly opposite the main entrance stood a crumbling shrine, enshrining a tall Buddha statue

. The statue's golden body was also worn and tattered, bearing the marks of time and appearing on the verge of collapse.

In the shadows on either side of the hall, a large group of ragged beggars lay sprawled about.

Xiao Wuyue thought to himself, "Looks like I'll have to sleep in this filthy hall tonight."

Unexpectedly, two young beggar boys pulled him around the shrine, behind the statue, and through a small door into the inner hall.

The rear hall was equally dilapidated, with a roughly six-zhang-square courtyard overgrown with weeds in the center. Twelve side rooms were arranged on the north, south

, east, and west sides. The two men dragged him into the innermost room in the southeast corner, put him down

, and then went to sleep in the east wing. Perhaps they also found Xiao Wuyue's sores on his legs

too smelly and didn't want to share a room with him, leaving him with a private room.

Since there were ramps connecting various parts of the dilapidated temple, his four-wheeled cart could move freely. The walls of the side room

were bare, with only a pile of straw laid out in the corner where Xiao Wuyue was lying. At least it provided shelter from the wind and rain,

much better than the ruined main hall. Having fallen so low, his heart had become numb; he didn't want to think about anything and

simply lay down to sleep…

In his half-asleep state, a sudden "crack" of thunder seemed to explode right next to his ear!

Xiao Wuyue looked up. A streak of blue lightning flashed past the window, its long tail almost reaching into

the room, dazzlingly bright! A thunderclap followed with a deafening roar, and then the rain poured down.

The sound of large raindrops hitting the ground, the howling wind, and the crackling

of and pounding.

Then came another deep, rumbling sound from the sky, like the panting of a prehistoric beast. He had felt his eardrums nearly

burst , and though he tried to cover them, he couldn't. He could only watch helplessly as the furious heavens continued to gather their power.

Another blinding blue lightning bolt shot from the dark sky to a spot on the ground,

illuminating the pitch-black earth as if it were daytime, followed by an even louder thunderclap!

A locust tree in the courtyard was struck by lightning; its thick branches snapped with a deafening crack, and it crashed to

the ground!

The power of heaven and earth was truly astounding!

Xiao Wuyue lay helplessly shivering in the haystack, feeling utterly insignificant.

The rain was torrential; drips from the cracked roof soaked his body, face, and neck.

Rainwater seeped into the house from outside, gradually wetting the hay beneath him, then his clothes. A howling wind swept

into the empty doors and windows, chilling him to the bone!

The cold, the resulting hunger, and the furious roar of the heavens cycled endlessly. He lay on

the ground , silently enduring it all, hoping only to fall asleep and escape it all, but even that was impossible…

How had he endured this night? Amidst the thunder and lightning, his mind finally began to hazy. In that half-asleep, half-awake state, a

terrifying dream resurfaced: a sky formed of solidified ink, a rack that could sever his soul, relentless and

endless hammering, faint calls, a slender figure, his spirit leaving his body…

The dream was more terrifying than reality. He awoke in fright, staring blankly at the equally harrowing world outside the window.

Listening to the crackling sounds of branches snapping in the wind and being struck by lightning echoing from the courtyard, he felt

like a small boat adrift in a vast, stormy ocean…

Finally, as dawn broke and the wind and rain subsided, Xiao Wuyue, who had just fallen asleep, was

awakened by a commotion in the main hall. A loud voice boomed, “Guys, time to go begging! Let’s go!”

So, Xiao Wuyue was dragged out of the dilapidated temple by two young beggars. The dirt road in the slums, muddy from the previous night’s downpour,

was icy and muddy. The cart wheels kicked up mud that mercilessly splashed onto him, even his face, but he didn’t even

bother to blink. His eyes were empty and numb. His disability, suffering, and torment had driven him to despair. He

thought defiantly, “Couldn’t something worse be happening to me? Let it all come at once!”

After a difficult journey, he was taken to his usual spot on East Street, beginning his second day of begging.

He felt a deep hostility towards the stares of passersby, so he simply closed his eyes to escape this hateful,

cold-hearted world. This world had abandoned him in his childhood, then opened its warm embrace to him,

showing a loving smile, only to discard him again like trash. Now, this world felt the same way, loathing and

disgusted him.

So he slept almost the entire day.

On his way back to the dilapidated temple that evening, he unexpectedly discovered that his hands had regained some strength and he could move them again!

He was secretly delighted, "It seems this world hasn't completely abandoned me!" He casually picked up a branch that had been broken off

and fallen .

As he was dragged into his room, Xiao Wuyue noticed that the old woman and her granddaughter lived in the south wing

next door.

As the two young beggar boys put him down and were about to leave the house, Xiao Wuyue quickly reached out and grabbed the taller boy. He

gestured as if writing, pointed to the muddy ground, and then used a twig

to write in a flourish: "What are your names, brothers? Why did you take care of me? Do you know who I am?" After writing, he smoothed the mud with

the twig so he could write again.

The smaller boy said, "My name is Xiao Ping, and this is Xiao Tian. He's my older brother. Yesterday morning, on

our way to occupy the streets of East Street, we found you lying unconscious on the roadside, covered in pus, barely alive. Seeing how pitiful you were,

we took you in and let you beg with us. Your appearance is so pitiful that it's easy to arouse

the sympathy . As for who you are, we don't know either. By the way, what's your name?"

Xiao Wuyue wrote his name on the ground, feeling that not everyone in the world hated him or completely

abandoned him, although the two brothers hadn't taken him in entirely out of pity, but had other motives.

Xiao Tian laughed, "Oh! Your name is Xiao Wuyue? Now that you can use your hands, things are much easier for us

. You can push the cart by yourself from now on, and we'll help you if you get tired."

After being cooped up for many days, Xiao Wuyue was excited to finally come up with this way to communicate with others. He kept writing and asking questions, trying to understand his surroundings more clearly. The two brothers were quite patient and explained the relevant information about this small town to him

tirelessly . 　　Perhaps hearing the two brothers talking and wanting to see what was going on, the tall, slovenly girl next door had somehow appeared beside Xiao Wuyue. Curious, she watched him write on the ground. Unable to contain her curiosity, she went to the courtyard, picked up a twig, and wrote on the ground as well: "Your name is Xiao Wuyue?" 　　Xiao Wuyue nodded and wrote, "And you?" 　　The girl wrote, "My name is Xiaoyu, and the old lady next door is my grandmother." 　　Both being from the same boat, Xiao Wuyue couldn't bear to ask her why she had fled her hometown and was now begging on the streets. He simply wrote, "Can't you speak?" 　　Xiaoyu wrote: "Yes! I'm mute too, just like you." 　　Her answer had a huge psychological impact on Xiao Wuyue. His heart sank: "It seems I really will have to live with mute people from now on! Sigh!" 　　Xiaoyu then wrote: "Would you like to learn sign language with me?" 　　Xiao Wuyue knew what sign language meant—it was a language expressed through gestures. A wave of sadness washed over him, and although was extremely unwilling to accept this cruel reality, he still wrote: "Okay!" 　　So Xiaoyu started with the most basic everyday phrases, gesturing while writing on the ground with a twig to explain the meaning of each gesture in sign language. Xiaoyu would repeat each gesture three times. Xiao Wuyue's comprehension and memory were astonishing, and he quickly learned and memorized them. 　　From then on, every evening after closing up shop, Xiaoyu would take him back to the dilapidated temple early to teach him sign language. The clever Xiao Wuyue learned it all in just six days. 　　The world had suddenly shut him out, blocking all his paths, yet slowly opened , and his numb, cynical spirit began to revive. 　　After teaching Xiao Wuyue sign language, although he had a companion to communicate with, Xiao Yu seemed to have nothing to say . Xiao Wuyue only had her as a friend of similar age with whom he could communicate freely, so he often used sign language to make her laugh, and Xiao Yu gradually became more talkative, sometimes chatting with him to relieve his boredom. 　　On the tenth day of wandering the streets, perhaps catching a cold, Xiao Wuyue fell ill, suffering from a persistent high fever and frequent episodes of unconsciousness, making it impossible for him to beg on the streets. The meager food that the Xiao brothers begged for wasn't enough to feed ; they were constantly dizzy with hunger, and it was uncertain whether they could even survive the winter in this freezing weather, let alone care for him. 　　Thus, Xiao Wuyue faced a survival crisis, barely able to eat two bites a day; where would the Xiao brothers find the money to treat him? 　　Fortunately, the grandmother and granddaughter next door, Xiaoyu and her grandson, lent a helping hand. They gave half of the little to Xiao Wuyue. Xiaoyu often stayed by his side, taking meticulous care of him, trying every means to beg for money, getting medicine, brewing it, and feeding it to him, and applying cold towels to reduce his fever. 　　After four or five days, Xiao Wuyue's condition gradually improved, and his spirits were even better than before he fell ill. 　　However, Xiaoyu gradually became more silent. Although she still often came to Xiao Wuyue's dilapidated house to keep him company, she would just sit blankly beside him, lost in thought. Xiao Wuyue's personality was more lively and active, and he was not used to this kind of silent, blank interaction. At first, he would often try to coax Xiaoyu to talk by using sign language, but he always failed.

With little response, he became incredibly frustrated and stopped paying her any attention.

From then on, the two often sulked over trivial matters, ignoring each other, but usually, Xiaoyu would come to play with him again

by the next morning.

Dusk. Xiao Wuyue, Xiaoyu, and the Xiao brothers sat chatting on the steps of the dilapidated temple. The golden sunset shone on the smiling faces of

the four ragged young men and women, adding a lot of youthful vitality. Yes, no matter how difficult the world is,

people must live on, and happiness is very cheap for young people, sometimes even free.

A sedan chair from a wealthy family passed by on the dirt road in front of the temple. The young lady in the sedan chair was dressed fashionably, but her appearance was plain.

Besides the two sedan chair bearers, a young maid with her hair in a bun followed beside the sedan chair.

Xiao Ping smiled at Xiaoyu, "Little Yu, you really look like that young lady! Hehe! If your skin were a little whiter,

you would definitely be even prettier than her."

Xiaoyu seemed quite pleased and couldn't help but turn around and glance at Xiao Wuyue.

Xiao Wuyue chuckled and gestured in sign language, "I think Xiaoyu is more like that little maid."

Xiaoyu was so angry she almost cried. She flung her hand and rushed back to her room, slamming

the door shut !

Xiao Wuyue had only been joking with her, but seeing this, he had no choice but to push his cart to Xiaoyu's room in the back hall and

knock on the door, hoping to apologize. But no matter how loudly he knocked, Xiaoyu didn't open the door, and

he didn't see her come out. She remained sullen in her room all night.

The next day was the Winter Solstice. As usual, Xiaoyu quickly returned to normal, even bringing a

sky lantern and handing it to Xiao Wuyue to release. She gestured to him in sign language, saying, "Grandma once told me that if you make a wish when releasing

a sky lantern , it often comes true; it's very effective."

Xiao Wuyue was still angry at Xiaoyu's disrespectful attitude the night before, and their frequent cold wars

were really bothering him, so he reluctantly declined. Xiaoyu gestured somewhat aggrievedly, saying, "

I spent the whole night making this especially for you!"

Xiao Wuyue, looking fierce and annoyed, gestured again, "I don't want this!

Who asked you to bring it!"

Xiaoyu froze for a moment, then suddenly burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably.

Xiao Wuyue was at a loss. The two often bickered and said hurtful things,

but they would always make up quickly. Why was she so heartbroken today?

He stood there, speechless, unsure how to comfort her.

This time, the cold war had escalated completely; Xiaoyu hadn't come to his room for three whole days. Knowing he was in the wrong,

he swallowed his pride and apologized, thinking that Xiaoyu would, as usual,

calm down and reconcile within half a day or a day.

But this time, no matter how he tried to coax her, she wouldn't say a word and ignored him.

That noon, after being rebuffed by Xiaoyu again, Xiao Wuyue, in a fit of anger and

embarrassment, snarled at her, "You don't want to talk to me anymore, do you? Fine! From now on, we'll go our separate ways and

never see each other again!" He slammed the door, pushed his bicycle wheel, and drove away.

A while later, Xiaoyu opened the door and silently followed him. Now Xiao Wuyue was emboldened again. He

angrily pushed the wheel of his bicycle, wandering aimlessly to avoid Xiaoyu. Xiaoyu remained a constant shadow,

following him at a distance.

He wandered aimlessly around the dilapidated temple for over a quarter of an hour,

turning left and right, until he thought he had shaken her off. Looking back, he saw that she was indeed gone. He sighed and was about to continue on his self-reliant

journey when he suddenly noticed Xiaoyu standing quietly in the shadows to his left, staring at him expressionlessly.

He made a fierce face and angrily gestured, saying, "Why are you following me?

I don't want to see you anymore, stay away from me!"

Xiaoyu remained unresponsive, standing there silently and motionless, as if she had

been there for quite some time.

Xiao Wuyue was incredibly frustrated. He had never seen such a "sullen" girl before. His anger and frustration mingled, and he

gestured , "Fine! Fine!... You're not leaving? Fine, I'll leave!" He sped off, returning to

his room, bolting the door shut, and locking himself inside.

He lay on the haystack, feeling utterly agitated. He hated how stubborn this girl was, always getting angry for

no reason , sulking and refusing to speak to him, barely uttering a word! Yet, he

also felt a growing unease that she was wandering around outside alone, afraid she might encounter some bad people.

Just as he was feeling incredibly anxious, wanting to go out and find her but too proud to do so, there was a

soft …

He knew it must be Xiaoyu coming back again. His first reaction was to quickly open the door and make up with her, but

then he thought that giving in so quickly would be too humiliating. Besides, if he didn't teach her

a lesson this time, she would really start causing trouble. So, his second reaction was to lie down again. He

didn't want to let this girl develop the bad habit of always sulking; this time, he was determined to correct her!

Silence fell outside the door. He wondered if the girl had stormed off again in a huff. While he was lost in these anxious thoughts,

there was another three knocks, this time louder than before. He ignored them. After that

, about every fifteen minutes, there would be three knocks on the door, very rhythmically.

Girls with eccentric personalities are often the most stubborn; once they decide to do something, no one can stop them, and

they rarely give up until they achieve their goal!

Xiao Wuyue, on the other hand, felt smug and confident, secretly vowing, "This stubborn brat

, let's see how long you can stand outside! If I don't teach you a lesson this time, I'm not Xiao! Let's see if you dare to throw tantrums at me

again !"

But little did he know, it's easy for a woman to change a man, but for a man to reform a woman is incredibly difficult!

As the saying goes, "A woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea," let alone reforming it, what man in the world can truly understand a woman's mind?

...

About two hours passed, and Xiao Wuyue's stomach began to rumble. He hadn't eaten anything since breakfast,

and now it was dusk; he was truly hungry. He hesitated, wondering if he should go out.

Going to beg for scraps? Suddenly, the door was pounded three times with a loud "bang... bang... bang!" It seemed that the stubborn

Xiaoyu had finally lost her temper!

At this moment, Xiao Wuyue was less still angry

and more concerned about his manly pride. Besides, he found it quite satisfying to provoke this brat! At this moment, he really wanted to see what she looked like when she was enraged.

He finally got up and opened the door, putting on a fierce expression and gesturing in sign language to curse, "You

brat , do you want to break the door? Why are you banging so hard!"

What came into view was still that fairly handsome face, but as always, expressionless. Seeing the door open,

Xiaoyu didn't say anything, lowered her head and went into the house, sitting down on the pile of straw, seemingly too lazy to even look at him. This

was not the image of Xiaoyu enraged that was currently flashing through his mind!

He drove up to Xiaoyu and, somewhat impatiently, asked in sign language, "You've been looking for me all afternoon, what's wrong

?"

Xiaoyu didn't speak, but tossed him a package. Xiao Wuyue opened it and found a large flatbread and

half a roasted chicken with a golden-brown skin. The aroma was incredibly tempting, and he didn't stand on ceremony, opening his mouth to devour it. He

asked in sign language, "Which family is so kind as to give you such good food today? Have

some too..." He tore off a chicken leg and handed it to her.

Xiaoyu shook her head and said in sign language, "I'm not hungry."

Xiao Wuyue thought to himself, "Now you're finally willing to open your hand and speak, huh? Hmph, you're still too green to mess with me

!" He waved his hand in sign language and said, "What? You're not angry with me anymore?"

Xiaoyu gently waved her slender hand and replied, "I haven't been angry with you for a long time, otherwise, would I have gone to

beg you for food?"

Having solved his hunger problem, Xiao Wuyue soon faced another problem: he needed to relieve himself.

Seeing his face flush red and his bottom squirming restlessly in the cart, Xiaoyu knew

he was farting, though she couldn't hear a sound.

"Do you need to relieve yourself?" she asked

. Xiao Wuyue nodded. Xiaoyu went out and brought back a chamber pot, which she had made especially for him.

She helped Xiao Wuyue sit on the pot, leaning against the wall. Standing beside him, she heard

a loud, slapping sound of water hitting the pot and frowned slightly.

Xiao Wuyue said in sign language, "It stinks in here, you should go out. I'll call you when I'm done."

Xiaoyu replied, "No, I'm afraid you won't be able to sit still."

After Xiao Wuyue finished, Xiaoyu carried the pot to the toilet and emptied the waste into the latrine. Although she kept her eyes tightly closed

to avoid witnessing the disgusting sight of countless white maggots crawling and wriggling in the feces, the stench was unbearable.

No matter how tightly she covered her nose and mouth with a towel, she could still smell it!

She fled from the toilet as if escaping, drew water from the well in the courtyard to clean the chamber pot, and used the dirty water to water the trees, changing the water eight times before it was

finally clean.

Afterward, she carried several buckets of well water into a side room on the north side, where there was a makeshift

stove made of several large stones, on which sat a large iron pot. Xiaoyu poured all the well water into the pot, gathered some dry branches from the courtyard, and

started a fire to boil the water.

When the water in the pot began to steam, she tested the temperature with her hand, and finding it ready, filled a bucket with hot water and wrung it out. She took

it to Xiao Wuyue's room, soaked a

towel him, and carefully used the hot towel to wash his body…

Since his serious illness, Xiao Tian and his brother had rarely cared for him; Xiaoyu had taken care of all his needs,

including washing him like this every three days. Sometimes, when Xiaoyu was busy washing clothes, her grandmother would do it for her.

At first, Xiao Wuyue felt quite embarrassed, but he was completely incapable of taking care of himself, so what could he do? Later, he gradually got used to it

.

He began to feel that there were still many good people in this world, even when he was in dire straits.

********************

In the east of Mianchi City, a tall and beautiful woman with a white veil veiled her face walked slowly into

the east gate. She looked around as she walked, seemingly searching for something. Her clothes were tattered

and she was travel-worn, looking almost like a beggar. Although her face was veiled, revealing her exhaustion and haggard

appearance , her weary figure and gait showed just how tired and haggard she was!

This woman was none other than Beifeng!

Forty-five days had passed since Xiao Wuyue was kidnapped, and Beifeng and her elite guard had not yet

returned to Jinan Prefecture. Her understanding of the Madam was unparalleled, even surpassing that of Xiao Wuyue. She knew that returning

would not only be futile but would likely worsen the situation! Having committed such a grave mistake, she feared the Madam might be reluctant

to punish . However, the Rakshasa Sect was known for its strict discipline, and the Elite Guard was an

iron army bound by rigorous laws. As its commander, she was a role model for everyone. If the Madam didn't make an example of her, how could she maintain order? The Madam

was always extremely strict with her subordinates and would not dare to violate her principles.

At this moment, Beifeng believed the best course of action was to atone for her sins by rescuing Wuyue as soon as possible. This would provide an explanation to

both . Moreover, Beifeng herself had never been at peace

. Her concern and worry for Xiao Wuyue surpassed even that for Murong Ziyan, and she naturally hoped for a miracle

to find his whereabouts soon.

These past few days, she had endured torment, tears, helplessness, and heart-wrenching pain. Beneath the white veil, her once

stunningly beautiful face was now haggard and covered in dust. Her clothes, though stained, remained unwashed and refused to be changed,

emitting a pungent stench. She seemed to choose this method to torture herself. She

didn't request any subordinates to accompany her, instead sending them to search for clues separately, to relay any findings by carrier pigeon

. She herself, like an ordinary young girl searching for someone, wandered alone through

the towns , hoping for a miracle that would allow her to find some trace of Wuyue.

Her dark brown dress, originally white, had been repeatedly soaked in blood and covered in layers of dust

, turning it into its current, extremely unsightly color—not only ugly, but also reeking of blood!

In these forty-five days, she had been ambushed six times by sixteen groups of assassins in black. She

only knew that these men all belonged to an assassin organization called the Flying Eagle Gate.

She knew nothing about the organization or why they were targeting her, and she didn't care much about it, because she was only focused on finding her as soon as possible.

Upon arriving at Wuyue, all she knew was to relentlessly slash at those who dared to invade. Her body was stained with the blood of over a hundred

Flying Eagle Gate assassins, some of it her own.

The three sword wounds on her right shoulder, right back, and left arm had healed, the tears in her clothes unstitched, revealing

faint scars. However, two new wounds, over half a foot long and half an inch deep, appeared on her right leg and left shoulder, seemingly from

sword tips, a testament to the ferocity of the battle!

There was a reason the Flying Eagle Gate launched repeated attacks on her without regard for cost: the employer's offer was too

tempting ! After the assassination attempt failed, the leader had set countless traps against her, including poisoning, ambushes, and sending bait

to lure her in—the list goes on.

But they had encountered a born assassin, the most skilled hunter! Hunters,

skilled in the study of traps, possess an instinctive sensitivity to them. As for killing, Bei Feng's

training from childhood focused on the fastest and most efficient methods. Since killing her first

person , she has killed more people than the Flying Eagle Sect combined; these assassins are merely her

apprentices.

After losing over a hundred painstakingly trained assassins, the Flying Eagle Sect leader finally realized

the risk- reward ratio was disproportionate and ceased operations.

Upon learning of the hostage exchange at the summit of Mount Hua, Bei Feng rushed to Mianchi, the last known

location , hoping to find something. However, twenty-four days passed quickly. Bei Feng and her hundred

disguised Jingwei members searched every street and alley in Mianchi, including

the villages within a thirty-mile radius, but found nothing!

Today, having found no clues in the suburbs, Bei Feng returned to the city. She was a

stubborn person, single-minded, and this persistent nature meant she would never easily give up

hope ! Since the trail of Xiao Wuyue ended here,

she wouldn't leave until she found any other clues.

Beifeng walked along East Street towards the Yuebinlou Inn, strolling upstairs to the Guanyuelou Pavilion, lingering in the bedroom, the elegant hall, the

two side rooms, and the Guanyuelou platform. She had booked the entire Guanyuelou Pavilion upon arrival, and had spent countless

days and nights there, seemingly searching for traces of Xiao Wuyue. The Guanyuelou Pavilion had been her residence for the past twenty

-odd . Every night, she would hug her quilt tightly, carefully checking for even

a trace of his scent.

Indeed, there was, though it had become very faint over the past few days, she could still recognize it—his

scent. It was this scent that had bound her fate to his; how could she forget?

After lingering for a while, Beifeng slowly walked out of the inn. Standing at the gate, he pondered

for a moment, then strolled north along North Street. He wandered around the square, continued north, and soon arrived at the dilapidated temple.

It was dusk, and many beggars returning from their pilgrimages were returning to the temple in twos and threes.

Outside the temple gate, a ragged girl was slowly pulling a small four-wheeled cart towards the entrance, on which sat

a disabled boy with legs covered in pustules.

For the past month and a half, Beifeng had constantly imagined Wuyue's current situation, replaying the detailed

accounts of the battle of wits between the Lady and the Cloud Dream Goddess told to her by the Jingwei team members who had survived the Valley 　　of Death. Whether it was a telepathic connection between lovers or some vague sixth sense, Beifeng was certain that Wuyue was no longer the same person, because her heart would feel a faint, piercing pain! This pain had clearly appeared once before , 　　when Xiao Wuyue was trapped in the canyon amidst the crashing rocks and falling logs, and then disappeared. But more than twenty days ago, on the day Madam led the evacuation of Mianchi, this pain reappeared, and has persisted intermittently ever since! 　　Women tend to trust their intuition, so Beifeng was convinced that Wuyue was suffering terribly, enduring both mental and physical torment! Therefore, she tortured her own body by abusing herself, wanting to share his ordeal and suffering. Because of this, all sorts of strange and horrific images of Wuyue's suffering kept flashing through her mind. 　　Among them, there was even the image of him crippled! 　　Thus, the sight of the young beggar's legs—those sores that had once disgusted Murong Ziyan and were still oozing pus —caused Beifeng's heart to clench instinctively, quickly drawing all her attention! Having roamed the world for many years, witnessing countless natural and man-made disasters, she had seen countless beggar children like this one. But the fact that this disabled boy evoked such a strong reaction in her was utterly strange. 　　She strode towards the dilapidated temple gate. 　　"The Buddha said, 'A thousand glances in a past life are exchanged for a mere brush in this one.' So what about a single glance?" 　　Just as the disabled boy was about to disappear through the temple gate, he subconsciously turned back, glancing casually behind him . This was a glance he would never forget! From that moment on, standing by the dilapidated roadside, that desolate yet beautiful, tall figure was etched firmly into his heart! 　　He froze! Stunned beyond belief! 　　In Beifeng's eyes, there was nothing else but the boy's still bright eyes! She no longer needed to see his face, his body… 　　It was those large, bright eyes, brimming with autumn water and sparkling like stars, that had appeared countless times in her dreams , pleading and weeping, tormenting her soul, waking her from nightmares time and time again, leaving her to weep desperately in the darkness! 　　Beifeng suppressed her overwhelming excitement, her heart screaming again and again, “Wuyue! He is the Wuyue I’ve been longing for! Waaah…” 　　From his utterly shocked yet ecstatic gaze, Beifeng knew he had recognized her. 　　If this wasn’t telepathy, how could she explain it? At this moment, Beifeng bore no resemblance to the legendary beauty she once was. Haggard and disheveled, covered in wounds, blood, and dust, she looked like a female madwoman who had secretly escaped from an asylum. Even the ragged beggars around her seemed more presentable! I really don't know how Xiao Wuyue was able to recognize that this woman, who looked so destitute and lost, was Beifeng.

Lady Yunmeng, despite her meticulous planning and seemingly flawless strategies, failed to foresee

the inexplicable telepathic connection that arises in the depths of true love, where one's suffering is felt by the other! It's

unbelievable , yet it frequently occurs in reality!

The biggest difference between Beifeng and Murong Ziyan lies in

their ability to maintain a cold, rock-like composure even in the face of such sudden and astonishing joy! This is related to her personality and the rigorous training she received from childhood

.

She showed no emotion, quickly signaling to Xiao Wuyue with her eyes, reminding him to pretend not to know her.

Xiao Wuyue, being incredibly clever, immediately realized that there were countless disguised enemy agents nearby;

otherwise, why would they so readily place him here?

"By the way, could Xiaoyu also be in trouble?" Thinking of this, a deep sense of loss welled up within him. Were

all the meticulous care and gentle tenderness just a facade?

Xiao Yu noticed the madwoman, reeking of blood and even dirtier than herself, staring intently at Xiao Wuyue.

A strange thought crossed her mind; she wondered, "How could someone like him attract women?" Curious, she

looked Bei Feng up and down.

Xiao Wuyue quickly suppressed her joy and calmly gestured to Xiao Yu in sign language, "Xiao Yu, it's still early

. I want to stroll around outside the gate a few more times."

As always, Xiao Yu said nothing, dragging her small four-wheeled cart around the open space in front of the dilapidated temple. After

a dozen steps, she turned back, but the madwoman was gone.

Bei Feng casually turned into a dark alley, entered an abandoned, dilapidated house, wrote

her orders and plans on a piece of paper, placed it in a small bamboo tube on the leg of a carrier pigeon, and released it.

In her plan, she not only wanted to rescue Xiao Wuyue, but she also wanted revenge!

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth—this was the unchanging

law ! If the sisters in Death Valley, who were as close as brothers, and the comrades who fought side by side for many years, and the countless heroic spirits who bravely faced

death and rushed to meet its kiss, were not exonerated, she would

never rest in peace! Even if she could find love, her soul would still be eternally tormented and unable to find redemption !

After making meticulous plans, to avoid arousing suspicion, Beifeng lay down on the dirty

ground 　　of the dilapidated house and closed her eyes to rest. Her attire was exactly like that of a beggar ;　　people like her were common in this slum area, so it didn't arouse any suspicion. 　　　　　　　　　　　********** ... He suddenly realized that the dilapidated house and the desolate courtyard outside were no longer so run-down and bleak, no longer unbearable; they even felt somewhat familiar. 　　Xiaoyu was still sitting beside him against the wall, head bowed, lost in thought, perhaps not thinking of anything. Knowing Beifeng as he did always, he knew what Beifeng was thinking and planning to do. 　　He looked up at Xiaoyu with some worry. The light was too dim; her dark face was blurred, making her seem somewhat mysterious, even strange. 　　He knew very well that by tomorrow afternoon at the latest, he would leave this place of sorrow, leaving everything , including Xiaoyu and her grandmother, and the Xiao brothers. He gestured to Xiaoyu, "You're so young, are you planning to beg like this for the of your life?" 　　Xiaoyu gestured with her hands, "I don't know. People are like fallen leaves, wherever the wind blows them. But wherever you drift, I'm willing to drift too." 　　Xiao Wuyue gestured, "Why?" 　　Xiaoyu: "Because besides Grandma, you're the only person I can talk to. Also, from the first moment I saw you, I felt like you were...like family. You don't like this kind of life, do you?" 　　Xiao Wuyue pondered for a while, then gestured, "I can't say whether I like it or not, it's just that I'm not used to being away from all my relatives and friends. What about you?" 　　Xiaoyu: "I'm quite used to it. Besides you, I don't have any other friends. I think you'll go back to , and I'll definitely miss you then. Will you remember me?" 　　Xiao Wuyue nodded, "Yes, you're my friend too." 　　　　　　　　　　　********** ...　　　　　　　　　　Immediately, most of the beggars, street vendors, shopkeepers, farmers who had finished selling their vegetables, and early risers all sorts of people—pulled out gleaming longswords from their chests, bundles, and carrying poles , and swarmed forward, intercepting and besieging Beifeng along the way. 　　One hundred disguised Jingwei soldiers on North Street also rushed out to meet the enemy! 　　In an instant, the street from North Street through the square to the Yuebinlou Inn was filled with the sounds of battle, a ! 　　Why exceptionally bloody? Because all the Jingwei soldiers were bloodthirsty, each one like a tiger unleashed, a cheetah pouncing, each move deadly, inflicting considerable casualties on the Yunmeng team's experts. 　　However, Yunmeng had over two thousand subordinates remaining there, including more than four hundred elite Dragon Warriors, each highly skilled and battle-hardened, making them virtually invincible! The Jingwei team's casualties were also considerable! 　　Led by Xiaoyu, dozens of swordsmen desperately besieged Beifeng, but they seemed hesitant to attack, unwilling to harm Xiao Wuyue. So Beifeng could barely hold on, but gradually he began to show signs of exhaustion.

At this moment, Xiaoyu's grandmother, the white-haired old lady, also arrived. Her martial arts skills were even more astonishing; her palm

strikes and finger pointing forced Beifeng into a precarious situation, leaving him wounded and bleeding profusely from three sword wounds!

Beifeng had no choice but to let out a howl, leap into the air, and lead the Jingwei team, already embroiled in fierce combat, to retreat south

. The Yunmeng forces swarmed forward, relentlessly pursuing them. Beifeng led the Jingwei team, fighting and retreating, gradually passing the Yuebinlou Inn, and

without stopping, rushed into South Street, continuing their southward escape.

In just a short while, more than two thousand pursuers had all rushed into South Street, and the crowd gradually became congested.

Why? Because South Street was a dead end; apart from the way they had come, the east, west, and south sides were all high walls, more than ten zhang high

. Beifeng and his men were forced into a dead end, and could only turn back against the high south wall to fight a desperate struggle. With those in front blocked,

those behind continued to surge in; it would be strange if this dead end, several miles long, wasn't crowded!

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!

At the intersection of South Street, west of Yuebinlou, hundreds of people pushed hundreds of

handcarts , completely blocking the entrance. A Jingwei captain shouted, and the men threw torches

to ignite the wooden handcarts.

Instantly, a fiery dragon, thirty to forty feet thick, completely blocked the entrance to South Street!

At the same time, nearly a thousand Jingwei members emerged from the high walls on both sides of this dead-end alley,

throwing down countless dry logs, pouring down buckets of tung oil, and tossing down countless torches.

Once their equipment was exhausted, these hunters drew their powerful bows, and a rapid "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh" sound filled the air—

it was as if ten thousand arrows were being fired simultaneously!

The Jingwei team clearly only numbered a little over a thousand; how could ten thousand arrows be fired at once?

It was simply because these Jurchen hunters were exceptionally skilled archers, each able to draw a powerful bow, their arrows moving with unparalleled speed, and

each adept at firing in rapid succession, creating the illusion of a volley!

Xiao Wuyue's view was obstructed, preventing him from seeing the situation on the field. However, he knew that Xiao Yu and her granddaughter were among those people.

Seeing the arrows raining down like locusts, he was extremely anxious!

Unable to speak, he could only grab Elsa's arm and shake it desperately, hoping she would order a halt to the arrows.

In such a tense moment, Elsa was shouting orders to command the battle and had no time to pay attention to

him.

At this critical moment, three or four hundred Dragon Battle Brigade experts from the crowd on South Street stepped forward,

forming more than twenty dense human walls around Xiao Yu and her granddaughter. Each of them channeled their inner energy into their battle robes and wielded their longswords

to block the dense rain of arrows. Each person formed two defensive nets to resist the arrows.

But how strong were the Jurchen hunters? How fast and powerful were the arrows? The muffled thuds of "thud thud thud" continued

to ring out , and people were constantly being hit by arrows, letting out low, hoarse groans.

Few Dragon Warriors fell. Some, already riddled with seven or eight arrows, gritted their teeth and persevered, too weak to wield

their swords, standing upright, their bloodied bodies shielding Xiao Yu and her grandson from the hail of arrows!

However, as time passed, more and more Dragon Warriors were struck,

some forced to fall against all odds.

Gradually, the number of fallen warriors increased, dozens, hundreds… the remaining two or three hundred Dragon Warriors

had to retreat into a human wall.

At this moment, the seemingly overwhelmed and helpless Bei Feng suddenly transformed into a true tiger!

Her earlier injury was merely a feigned weakness, a ruse. She handed Xiao Wuyue to Elsa, surrounded by dozens

of elite guards, and drew a large, gleaming curved sword, like a tiger pouncing on

a flock of sheep, cutting down everything in her path!

She had long been holding back her anger, eager to avenge her fallen brothers and sisters. Now was the perfect opportunity;

when would she wait any longer ?

Once her long arrows were exhausted, all the Jingwei team members drew their scimitars in unison, their blades gleaming terrifyingly in the rising sun

, and beheaded the enemies trying to escape the inferno.

About fifteen minutes later, the raging flames in the south street gradually subsided.

At Beifeng's command, everyone except the two Jingwei teams blocking the street entrance leaped down

the high wall , engaging in a battle even bloodier than the one in the Valley of Death!

Calling it a battle wasn't quite accurate; it was a true massacre!

The Jingwei warriors were simply too ferocious; in a head-on clash, no one could defeat them, let alone now that they were playing with

such a winning hand.

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, the white-haired old woman shouted, "Retreat to the ruined temple immediately!"

With both ends of the south street blocked, the Dragon Warriors leaped up fearlessly, brandishing their longswords and charging towards the west wall.

The first wave was nearly decimated by the fierce elite guards on the wall, and the second wave followed immediately…

The Dragon Battle Brigade warriors, like an army of ants, relentlessly assaulted the west wall, hoping to create a breach

to cover the grandfather and grandson's escape!

Seeing this, Bei Feng knew the grandfather and grandson must be important figures on the other side, and hurriedly sent reinforcements towards the west wall to intercept

them.

The breakout battle was bloody and brutal! Those Dragon Battle Brigade warriors who had been hit by arrows and knives but could still move rushed

to the foot of the west wall. Even if they could no longer fight, they joined the fallen soldiers to build a

bridge for their comrades to reach the top of the wall…

In just half an hour, the foot of the wall was piled with the corpses and wounded of more than a hundred Dragon Battle Brigade warriors. They formed a sloping human ladder with

their flesh and blood , and the end of the pile was level with the top of the wall!

The remaining Dragon Battle Brigade warriors, with their last bit of courage, stepped over the bodies of their comrades

and fought the top of the wall.

A desperate struggle erupted, unleashing astonishing fighting power!

As fellow warriors, the elite guards held such loyal and valiant fighters in high esteem.

Their , was to intercept and annihilate them at all costs!

Under the relentless, fearless attacks of the Dragon Battle Brigade soldiers, a small breach was finally opened in the western wall.

At this point, less than a hundred members of the Dragon Battle Brigade remained, surrounding Xiaoyu and her grandson, fighting and retreating rapidly northward.

These surviving Dragon Battle Brigade soldiers were almost all wounded, some even covered in blood, but they had fulfilled

their mission, preventing their commander from falling into enemy hands, even at the cost of their own lives!

This was a heroic force armed with a single belief, deeply trusted by their commander. They understood her

vision and believed that under her guidance, the great rejuvenation of the nation would be achieved. For this, they were willing to sacrifice

themselves !

This is the immense spiritual power that allows Lady Yunmeng to turn the impossible into reality! It must be admitted, she is an

outstanding leader!

Of course, the soldiers also felt incredibly frustrated at this moment. They had never experienced such a chaotic and bloody battle before.

Without their resourceful commander, things were completely different!

Beifeng, fearing for Xiao Wuyue's safety, had no intention of sending reinforcements. The hundred or so Jingwei members who did pursue them

were unable to intercept this small group of iron-blooded warriors who had broken through the encirclement. Who is the most terrifying? Those who don't value their lives!

The other members of the Yunmeng team were not so lucky. Nearly two thousand who failed to break through perished,

all slaughtered!

The Jingwei team paid only seventy or eighty casualties for this perfect revenge battle!

The second major battle between the Jingwei and Yunmeng teams ended in a complete victory for the Jingwei team! Beifeng, as

the commander of the Jingwei team, truly deserves to be called an outstanding and valiant general, a resourceful and courageous commander! She also deserves Murong Ziyan's

trust !

This was a classic tit-for-tat battle! Using Xiao Wuyue as bait, Lady Yunmeng created the Valley of Death.

Beifeng, using him as bait again, turned Mianchi South Street into a meat grinder, a living hell, later known by

Yunmeng as "Terror South Street"!

After the bloody battle, this Terror South Street was a river of blood, littered with headless or charred

corpses—the horrific scene was indescribable!

Beifeng assigned men to clean up the battlefield: one elite guard team was responsible for collecting arrows and weapons; another team was responsible for

treating wounded comrades and transporting fallen soldiers back by carriage for memorial services and a proper burial; four teams were

responsible for

extinguishing the remaining fires, clearing away ashes and debris, and removing them by cart, cleaning up the chaotic street. The remaining

two elite guard cavalry units were responsible for patrolling the main streets in the surrounding area,

intercepting any suspicious persons, soldiers, or constables.

Because the elite guards were extremely efficient, no soldiers appeared during the entire process, and seeing such a terrifying display,

the constables had long since fled – who would dare to invite trouble?

Under the command of their captain and squad leaders, the elite guard members worked together, and in less than half an hour, South Street was

almost completely restored. Apart from the soot marks on the high walls, there were no other

traces of the bloody battle left behind. Even the bloodstains on the ground and walls had been mostly washed away with water, making them virtually

invisible unless one looked closely!

If someone were to walk into this street now, besides feeling a chilling sense of desolation and ruin, they would never believe that this place

had been a scene of carnage just half an hour earlier.

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