Rebirth of Cihang Jingzhai through Fragrance [Complete] - 10

Chapter 104 The Corrupt Official Gets His Retribution, Zhi Meng Chun Chao

"Sigh, I was originally planning to teach you a lesson, but you just left like that. However, this is a good place. I'll bring that corrupt official here later, so you two can be a pair..." Ye Tianqi's figure disappeared into the cave, leaving only the Liu family man lying on the ground in the empty stone chamber.

When Ye Tianqi returned to the room, he saw Xu Mu sitting there, drinking good wine and eating peanuts, looking extremely content.

Seeing Ye Tianqi enter, Xu Mu hurriedly asked, "How is it? Where is the Liu family man?"

"Heh, that old man angered himself to death." Ye Tianqi told Xu Mu about how he had taken all of the Liu family man's treasures and ended up angering himself to death. Xu Mu laughed heartily and jumped up.

After laughing, Xu Mu pointed to Magistrate Ma, who was still standing there, and said, "Third brother, what should we do with this corrupt official?"

Ye Tianqi smiled, whispered something in Xu Mu's ear, and Xu Mu stared blankly at Ye Tianqi for a while before saying, "Third brother, you're too ruthless! You actually thought of something like this. I'm impressed. But doing it your way is too lenient on this corrupt official!" With that, Xu Mu picked up Magistrate Ma and followed Ye Tianqi, and in a few leaps, they arrived at the artificial hill. Entering the cave, they released the corrupt official's pressure points, and the corrupt official immediately shouted, "Who are you people? How dare you kidnap an official of the imperial court? Aren't you afraid of being exterminated along with your entire family? Quickly release me, or I might be happy to spare your crimes..."

The corrupt official's words made Ye Tianqi and Xu Mu exchange a stunned glance, then burst into laughter. This corrupt official was probably used to throwing his weight around, and he didn't even know the appropriate setting before he started acting arrogantly.

Seeing Ye Tianqi and Xu Mu laughing, the official finally became somewhat afraid. Although he usually acted like a local tyrant, considering himself an emperor, after being reprimanded, the other party didn't seem scared at all. Seeing the motionless Liu Yuanwai lying on the ground, the official let out a "whoosh" and collapsed to the ground, his body going limp. A foul odor emanated from between his legs; he had clearly lost control of his bladder from fright!

Seeing the corrupt official's state, Ye Tianqi and Xu Mu felt even more contempt for him. A government official, and this was all he was capable of? Ye Tianqi walked towards the fallen official, who, thinking Ye Tianqi was going to punish him, stammered, "Hero...hero...please...please spare this lowly man!"

Ye Tianqi smiled at the official, but the official, seeing Ye Tianqi's smile, looked as if he had seen a demon and fainted.

Ye Tianqi rummaged in the official's pocket and took out a stack of silver notes. He walked to Xu Mu, who looked incredulous, and stuffed the silver notes into Xu Mu's pocket. "Second Brother, let's go! Seriously, am I really that scary? One of them was scared to death by me, and the other fainted from fright."

Hearing Ye Tianqi's mutterings, Xu Mu shuddered. He thought to himself, "No wonder he was scared to death. You put so much psychological pressure on him. If he hadn't fainted, he wouldn't have lost control of his bladder. What's even more unbelievable is that he even took the thousand taels of silver. He's greedy for money. But a thousand taels of silver is really not a small amount." As Xu Mu thought this, he touched the silver notes that Ye Tianqi had stuffed into his pocket.

Leaving the stone chamber and standing in front of the artificial hill, Ye Tianqi, under Xu Mu's gaze, very slowly placed his palm on the artificial hill. Although it was a very slow palm strike, to Xu Mu, it felt like Mount Tai pressing down on him. He estimated that with his current strength, he probably couldn't withstand that blow at all. He really didn't know how high his third brother's cultivation level was; it was simply mysterious and unpredictable.

When Ye Tianqi left the artificial hill, it seemed unchanged. However, Xu Mu, a master, naturally believed that Ye Tianqi's devastating blow would have no effect on it. Ye Tianqi neither spoke nor asked, and the two disappeared into the night with a few leaps in the courtyard. Less than

an incense stick's time after they left, the artificial hill collapsed with a deafening roar throughout the Liu mansion. When the Liu family arrived with torches, they saw the hill had shrunk by half, clearly half of it had sunk into the stone chamber. The fate of the corrupt official was predictable; he was buried beneath with the wealthy Liu, perhaps a mangled corpse when they were finally pulled out. This was the method Ye Tianqi had whispered to Xu Mu for dealing with the corrupt official. Xu Mu had thought Ye Tianqi's method was ruthless and naturally agreed, leading to this scene.

Meanwhile, Ye Tianqi and Xu Mu were making their way towards the restaurant in the darkness. As they darted among the undulating houses, Ye Tianqi said, "Second Brother, our haul this time is pretty good. When we get back, I'll show you what the Eighth Route Army's Chinese is like. I never expected that Master Liu to be so shrewd at looting. Those things, if you calculate them, are probably worth ten million taels of silver, and that doesn't even include what wasn't hidden in the secret room. Clearly, Master Liu isn't a benevolent person."

Hearing Ye Tianqi say they'd obtained so much wealth from Master Liu, Ye Tianqi had thought it would be at most a few hundred thousand taels, but it was dozens of times more than he'd imagined. Knowing that this ill-gotten wealth must have been obtained by Master Liu through various means, he, who had initially felt somewhat uneasy about killing the two men, immediately felt relieved.

He continued, "Really? I didn't expect there to be so much money. No wonder that rich man Liu was so angry with you. Those things were probably his lifeblood. Ha, you robbed him clean. If it were me, I might have been angry to death too. But it's really gratifying, haha! I wonder what everyone will say tomorrow when they hear that the prefect and the rich man died together in a secret room?"

"What can they say? Isn't it obvious? Clearly, there was some illegal deal between the two. I'm afraid the people here will praise the rockery for doing a good deed tomorrow," Ye Tianqi laughed.

When the two reached the door of the restaurant's guest room, they saw that the formation was still intact. Xu Mu said, "Alright, it seems we're safe here. I'll settle the bill in a bit, then we'll go after my elder brother and the others. Hopefully, we can catch up before tomorrow." Ye Tianqi nodded and said, "Then, Second Brother, go settle the bill first. I'll go wake the two of them up. We'll all meet downstairs in a bit." Watching Xu Mu's figure go downstairs, Ye Tianqi then stepped into the formation. As soon as he entered, he saw the ethereal Xuan Zhimeng, dressed in snow-white, floating in the air, seemingly quite bored. When Xuan Zhimeng saw Ye Tianqi, she immediately landed on the ground and walked to his side. A delicate fragrance wafted over, intoxicating Ye Tianqi.

"Young Master, you're back?" Xuan Zhimeng looked at Ye Tianqi with a smile. "Yes, I'm back. Nothing happened here, right?" Ye Tianqi forced himself not to look at the beautiful woman, his eyes somewhat unfocused.

"No, I've been guarding this place the whole time. Except for one person with a plate who walked around for a bit and then left, no one else has come." Since transforming into human form, Xuan Zhimeng rarely ventured out, staying mostly within the jade pendant. Therefore, she was quite simple-minded. It seemed that the Xuanhu, having survived such harsh environments, could only emerge after transforming into human form and gaining the ability to protect themselves, thus experiencing a much simpler life.

Hearing the beautiful woman's clear, ethereal voice and gazing at her celestial beauty, Ye Tianqi felt a profound peace. Perhaps it was because Xuan Zhimeng's eyes, clear and deep like the starry sky, evoked no desire in him. She was the second peerless beauty, after Ye Xin, to give him this feeling. It was a tranquility of the soul, indescribably profound. It was difficult to understand how Ye Tianqi could remain unmoved and without any desire under the invisible allure of the Xuanhu clan.

Xuan Zhimeng's pure heart was extremely sensitive, and she immediately sensed the peace in Ye Tianqi's heart. She naturally walked to Ye Tianqi's side, took Ye Tianqi's big hand with her slender and smooth little hand, and gazed at Ye Tianqi with her eyes as bright as stars.

Ye Tianqi was instantly jolted awake from his reverie by the touch of Xuan Zhimeng's cool, smooth hand. He realized that Xuan Zhimeng was now pressed tightly against him. As soon as that feeling vanished, Ye Tianqi felt the allure emanating from the beautiful woman beside him. Gazing at her glistening red lips before him, Ye Tianqi, for some reason, lowered his head and kissed Xuan Zhimeng's lips.

The moment his lips touched hers, Ye Tianqi was stimulated by their delicate texture and pulled the beauty before him into his arms. His large hands caressed her exquisite body, his tongue parting her lips and slipping into her sweet embrace, entwining with her shy, inexperienced tongue.

His large hand, through the palace veil, caressed the beauty's pert buttocks, which were incredibly smooth and soft, like a lump of water in his hand. Her breasts rubbed against his chest, causing Ye Tianqi to let out soft moans of pleasure. Xuan Zhimeng, unaware of Ye Tianqi's actions, simply cooperated with his demands. She recalled witnessing Ye Tianqi and Shi Feixuan doing similar things together, without even wearing clothes. At the time, she had only felt uncomfortable, but now, held in Ye Tianqi's arms and enjoying his caresses, a blissful feeling arose within her. The fox fairy, inexperienced in such matters, was deeply captivated, and Ye Tianqi was equally mesmerized.

Suddenly, Ye Tianqi's large hand slipped between the beauty's thighs, about to trace upwards along her long, beautiful legs, when Xu Mu's voice brought him back to his senses.

"Third brother, hurry up, second brother is waiting for you downstairs." Xu Mu's voice jolted Ye Tianqi, who was immersed in Xuan Zhimeng's charm, back to reality. Even if he really wanted to do something with such a beauty, he should find a better place. How could he be so disrespectful to her here!

With immense willpower, Ye Tianqi pushed away the beauty, whose face was flushed and who was looking at him with a puzzled expression. Her alluring appearance almost made the weak-willed Ye Tianqi want to hug her tightly again and ravage her. Suddenly remembering that Xu Mu was still waiting for him downstairs, and that he didn't know if the two women in the room were resting, and that he still had things to do, he could only kiss her smooth forehead and reluctantly leave her infinitely charming body.

Chapter 105: A Song Along the Way, a Spy in the Court.

Xuan Zhimeng, who was immersed in that feeling of pleasure, suddenly lost it, opening her dreamy eyes and looking at Ye Tianqi with confusion. Ye Tianqi said, "Zhimeng, I have things to do. How about we play kissy-kiss again when I have time?"

A look of disappointment flashed in Xuan Zhimeng's eyes. Although naive, she wasn't unaware of the meaning behind their earlier intimate actions. However, in her heart, Ye Tianqi was her master, her husband, so even if he went too far, she would only accept it willingly without any other thoughts. Seeing that Ye Tianqi had things to do, Xuan Zhimeng seemed very understanding and nodded, her face flushed. She quickly kissed Ye Tianqi on the cheek, her body slowly shrinking until she nestled into the jade pendant around his neck.

Ye Tianqi savored the taste of the beauty, secretly praising her. She was indeed a peerless beauty. Among all the women he had ever seen, besides his mother Ye Xin, no one could compare to the aloof Xuan Zhimeng. After a moment of stunned silence, he removed the array he had set up, pushed open the door, and saw the two women, Haitang Chun, sleeping soundly on the bed. He closed the door, walked to the bedside, and looked at the sleeping beauties with a smile on their lips. Perhaps they were having a sweet dream. He wondered if he was in their dreams. Hehe, Ye Tianqi couldn't help but think of chasing Kou Nianhe and Shi Feixuan

that very night. Ye Tianqi had no choice but to disturb the beauties' sweet dreams. "Yanyue... Yanyue," Ye Tianqi moved away from the bed and lowered the curtains before softly calling the beauties' names.

The sleeping Yanyue heard someone calling her name and groggily opened her eyes. Her languid charm, even through the curtains, still made Ye Tianqi swallow hard.

Seeing Ye Tianqi standing in the room, Yan Yue quickly got out of bed and walked to his side, leaving a fragrant trail. She looked him over and, seeing he was unharmed, breathed a sigh of relief, saying, "Young Master is back. Was the journey safe?"

Ye Tianqi could feel the deep affection in his beloved's eyes and nodded, saying, "Yes, I was fine. The journey was safe. Quickly wake Xiao Yu'er; we're about to set off to chase after Fei Xuan! Second Brother is already waiting for us downstairs!"

Remembering their earlier plan, Yan Yue immediately said, "Young Master, please wait a moment. I'll wake Xiao Yu right away." After saying this, Yan Yue went to the bedside and woke Xiao Yu'er. The two quickly packed their things and, carrying their bundles, went to Ye Tianqi, saying, "Young Master, let's go."

The three of them came downstairs and saw Xu Mu standing at the door. Looking at the dark street outside, Yan Yue and Xiao Yu'er felt a little scared. Yan Yue leaned against Ye Tianqi, who felt a delicate fragrance waft towards him.

"Young Master, are we just going to walk there like this?" Yan Yue asked timidly, looking at the dark night sky outside.

Ye Tianqi laughed and said, "If we walk, your bodies won't be able to handle it. We've already prepared a carriage. Let's go by carriage, hurry up!"

The four of them walked to the carriage storage area, and Yan Yue saw a carriage pulled by two horses parked there. Ye Tianqi lifted the curtain and said, "Come in, everything inside is ready. You and Xiao Yu'er can stay inside. The carriage is going a bit fast, so it might be a bit bumpy."

Yan Yue and Xiao Yu'er got into the carriage, and Ye Tianqi and Xu Mu sat in the front. Ye Tianqi said, "Looks like we'll have to be the coachmen today."

"Heh, I'm no good at being a coachman. I can't keep up. I'll have to rely on Third Brother." Xu Mu laughed.

"The carriage moved slowly, swaying precariously. The two horses seemed to have no respect for Ye Tianqi, stubbornly pulling the carriage off course. If Ye Tianqi hadn't secretly exerted some force, who knows how far it would have gone?"

Xu Mu laughed, "So, Third Brother, this is your first time driving! I thought you knew how!"

Ye Tianqi was busy struggling with the two horses and paid no attention to Xu Mu's teasing. However, Ye Tianqi was skilled in martial arts and quickly mastered the technique. Before long, he was able to steer the carriage onto the right path. As he became more proficient, the carriage sped along the quiet official road. In his excitement, Ye Tianqi couldn't help but hum a song: "Life is but a play, why care so much about grudges and favors? What are fame and fortune? You can't take them with you when you die. Life is unpredictable, the joys and sorrows of the world are intertwined. If we are not destined to meet in this life, we will meet again in the next. Love and hate, what are they anyway?" "Walk naturally at the bridgehead, wave your sleeves and don't look back. It's time to drink and make merry. Though a thousand pieces of gold are good, happiness is hard to find. I walk freely on every road, laughing triumphantly. I laugh triumphantly again, watching the world go by. People never grow old. I use wine as a pure mirror to reflect my triumphantly again, seeking a life of carefree joy..." The song "Truly Laughing" was sung with great charm by Ye Tianqi, carrying far through the quiet night sky, filled with his voice. Xu Mu looked at Ye Tianqi with surprise, the various emotions in the song touching his heart. After listening to it several times, he slowly joined in Ye Tianqi's singing.

"I laugh triumphantly, laugh triumphantly, seeking a lifetime of carefree joy..."

Aside from the sound of galloping horses, only the two men's hearty singing echoed in the night sky.

The sky gradually turned red with dawn, and the sun, barely peeking out, slowly rose. It was a new day, and Ye Tianqi and Xu Mu, who had traveled all night, showed no signs of fatigue.

"Third brother, I never imagined you could write lyrics and sing! That song was simply wonderful! I've never sung so freely before! I used to listen to those sentimental songs all the time, I was sick of them. But after listening to your song today, Third Brother, this is what singing is all about—expressing your true feelings!" Xu Mu savored the lyrics Ye Tianqi had sung that night, praising him.

"Heh, Second Brother, you flatter me. It was just a momentary whim of mine. I'm sorry you had to laugh at me!" Ye Tianqi wasn't embarrassed at all about stealing a song from a later era. In this era, whatever he said was law. Who would sue him for copyright infringement?

"Young Master, this servant also thinks your song is beautiful," Yan Yue said with a smile from inside the carriage. Having almost experienced death once, she had a much deeper understanding of the lyrics, so her evaluation of Ye Tianqi was much higher.

"Is that so? Since even our esteemed family says so, it seems that Young Master's song is quite presentable. Let's hurry on our way. By the way, Yan Yue, are you sisters tired?"

Yan Yue replied, "Young Master, we're not tired. We even took a nap in the carriage in the middle of the night."

"Is that so? You must have suffered a lot, not even getting a good night's sleep," Ye Tianqi said, thinking of how tired the beautiful woman must have been to be able to sleep in that kind of environment.

"Not tired at all. Since leaving Qingyue Pavilion and following Young Master Yanyue, I've never felt tired. Young Master, please focus on the journey. We sisters are fine," Yanyue said.

"She's a good girl, so understanding. Third Brother is so lucky!" Xu Mu laughed. "How about letting Yanyue follow Second Brother?" Ye Tianqi joked.

Xu Mu quickly shook his head. "Let's forget it. Haven't you seen how much that girl's heart belongs to you? And you seem to like her too. I would never do something like stealing someone else's heart!" The two spoke using a secret telepathic method, otherwise, if Yanyue in the carriage overheard, there would be trouble!

While Ye Tianqi and his group drove frantically, let's see what happened to Shi Feixuan and Kou Nianhe following behind Yang Yanzhao.

Shi Feixuan left the restaurant and quickly caught up with Kou Nianhe, who was following Yang Yanzhao's large group. Seeing Shi Feixuan gracefully catch up, Kou Nianhe smiled and said, "Sister-in-law is here."

"Yes, is everything alright, brother?" Shi Feixuan and Kou Nianhe walked side by side behind the large group of people. Dust billowed in the air, but when it reached Shi Feixuan, it was blocked by an invisible force.

The two didn't exchange many words. Except when facing Ye Tianqi, Shi Feixuan always had a cold and aloof demeanor. Having known Shi Feixuan for some time, Kou Nianhe had a general understanding of her personality, so he didn't blame her for her coldness at all, and simply followed behind the large group of people.

Yang Yanzhao rode a tall horse alongside the Eighth Prince's sedan chair. The sedan bearers slightly raised the chair and lifted the curtain. The Eighth Prince said to Yang Yanzhao, "Yanzhao, where do you think the Liao people will ambush us? They haven't made a move along the way. Now that we've reunited and our strength has increased significantly, it won't be so easy for them to ambush us."

"Your Highness is quite right," Yang Yanzhao replied. "I've been wondering about this myself. Before I met Your Highness, this should have been the best time for them to ambush us, but they haven't made a move yet. Unless there's some kind of conspiracy..." Yang Yanzhao's expression shifted. He suddenly thought of a reason that sent a chill down his spine. If it was really as he suspected, it was truly vicious!

Seeing the change in Yang Yanzhao's expression, the Eighth Prince, a man of great stature, immediately asked, "Yanzhao, has something come to mind?"

Yang Yanzhao replied with a hint of bitterness, "Your Highness has come under imperial decree, ostensibly to welcome me, but in reality to protect me on my return to court, is that not so?"

The Eighth Prince said, "Indeed. His Majesty has heard that the Liao Dynasty has sent experts to infiltrate our territory to assassinate the General. His

Majesty is worried about the General's safety, and thus sent me here ostensibly to welcome you, but secretly to protect you and meet with Yanzhao. Is there anything wrong with that?" "I fear there are spies in the court! If I'm not mistaken, the Liao people must have received news of Your Highness's arrival to meet with me, which is why they didn't attempt to assassinate me before we met. The road ahead will likely be difficult!" Yang Yanzhao said, his voice filled with worry.

The Eighth Prince immediately understood the hidden meaning in Yang Yanzhao's words. "Yanzhao means that their target is not only you, but also me?"

"Yes, judging from the situation, they intend to kill us both. Your Highness, consider what would happen to our Great Song if something were to happen to either of us at the same time?"

The Eighth Prince's expression changed drastically as he said, "Those vicious barbarians! To devise such a treacherous scheme! If something were to happen to either of us, firstly, the borders would be unstable, and secondly, the court would be in turmoil. Moreover, if those barbarians were to launch a war at this time, our Great Song would be in danger of being destroyed!"

Yang Yanzhao said, "Your Highness overestimates those barbarians. How could our Great Song be so easily destroyed?" "As long as one member of my Yang family remains, the Great Song Dynasty will not perish. My three children are all on the frontier. When I returned, I arranged various countermeasures. At most, the frontier will experience some chaos. Those foreign tribes will not be able to set foot on the borders of my Great Song Dynasty. Although there are many villains running rampant in the court, we usually have the wise prince in charge and Prime Minister Kou assisting our emperor. Moreover, our emperor is not a foolish ruler. His Majesty has never made a mistake on matters of principle. As long as Minister Kou and the other officials are here, nothing will happen in the court." Yang Yanzhao said resolutely.

Chapter 106 Princess Qingwu, Dark Night Murder

Hearing Yang Yanzhao's words, the Eighth Prince breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Yanzhao is so calm in the face of adversity. I was a little flustered."

"Your Highness is just too concerned about the safety of the country. If Your Highness calms down, I'm sure you won't be like this." Yang Yanzhao looked at the prince who had been with the Yang family all this time.

"Haha, since the nation is secure, what do we have to fear? Let these Liao people bring it on! Are we afraid of them?" The Eighth Prince immediately regained his princely confidence.

"Indeed, with our strength, I don't believe they can really do anything to us. Even if their martial arts masters came, we might not be afraid of them," Yang Yanzhao laughed,

his spirits soaring. The night passed uneventfully. Although nothing happened, Yang Yanzhao still ordered the troops to keep moving until the next day. Only after dawn did he allow everyone to rest. These were all seasoned warriors; despite not having slept all night, they were still full of energy. Upon hearing Yang Yanzhao's order, the soldiers immediately formed a military formation, subtly protecting Yang Yanzhao and the Eighth Prince. The guards from the Eighth Prince's palace formed an additional layer of protection within the formation. Two unfathomable experts followed closely behind the Eighth Prince.

Yang Yanzhao seemed very familiar with the two men following the Eighth Prince. "With Senior Yiqing and Senior Erbai also by His Highness's side, I am relieved about His Highness's safety."

"Heh, compared to the General, we two old folks are still somewhat inferior. I didn't expect that after not seeing you for a few years, your cultivation has reached such a level. You're probably only one step away from the Celestial Realm! Even the late General Yang didn't have such cultivation back then." One of the old men in blue clothes looked at Yang Yanzhao and said.

"Senior, you flatter me. How could my cultivation compare to the two seniors? When you two were famous throughout the world, Yanzhao was just a greenhorn." Yang Yanzhao said modestly.

"Grandpa Qing, Grandpa Bai, did you also come out with the Imperial Uncle?" Yang Ning had changed into women's clothing, but she wasn't wearing a palace gauze dress. Instead, she wore a well-fitting women's warrior outfit, which revealed her exquisite figure and added to her heroic charm.

"Hehe, little girl, you actually came out too. I wonder why the old lady let you out?" The old man in white laughed as he saw Yang Ning approaching.

"Grandpas, it's been quite a while since Ning'er has seen you," Yang Ning said as she walked to their side.

"Hehe, it's better not to see you, you mischievous little girl. Every time we see you, we two old folks get extorted by you. It seems you've passed on all our special skills to you. Have you taken a fancy to something of ours again?" The old man in green said this, but his eyes were full of doting affection, clearly showing his great fondness for Yang Ning.

"Does Ning'er only know how to extort things from your grandfathers? Isn't that all because of Qingwu? You can't blame me for that!" Yang Ning said with a coquettish laugh.

"Haha, speaking of Qingwu, is something wrong with that girl? Aren't you two best friends, as close as family? Why didn't she come along this time?" the white-haired old man laughed. "

It's infuriating! Sister Qingwu was taken into seclusion by that white-haired senior, and he said he won't let her out until she's mastered her skills." Although Yang Ning said this, there was a hint of envy on her face.

"Yes, it's truly a blessing for that girl to be able to take that white-haired senior as her master. In my opinion, even the current number one Dao Ancestor might not be a match for that senior. It's just that this senior is simply too cold. I've only seen her twice, and it's almost impossible to look directly at her. That icy aura, especially that deathly aura that seems to emanate from her very bones, is truly chilling. To this day, neither of us brothers has dared to look at that senior's face. Little girl, aren't you getting along quite well with Qingwu? Have you seen that senior's true face?" the old man in the green robe asked.

Hearing the old man's words, Yang Ning said with a smug smile, "Grandpa Qing, Grandpa Bai, you're outmatched this time, aren't you? I really did see that senior's face! My god, I can't believe that's the face a person could possess..." Yang Ning said somewhat absentmindedly, clearly showing how deep the impression the white-haired woman had left on her.

"Hey, little girl, explain yourself! Is that senior a young woman? Or a hideously ugly old woman?" The old man in blue robes, bewildered by Yang Ning's strange expression, asked.

"What? That senior is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen! I never imagined a woman could be so beautiful. Even a fairy descended from the Jade Pool couldn't compare to her!" Yang Ning exclaimed, surprised that the old man dared to call her idol an old woman.

"Is that so? But it's a pity her beauty has turned to white hair. And judging from the deathly aura emanating from her, she's probably a person whose heart is dead. She's just a shell." The old man in white robes sighed, thinking of the deathly aura emanating from the white-haired woman, a clear sign of a dead heart.

Hearing this, Yang Ning fell silent. Everyone who had seen the woman felt that her heart was dead, and she was just a shell. No one knew what kind of trauma had caused such a peerless master to become like that. Perhaps, as the saying goes, beautiful women often have tragic fates!

The Eighth Prince and Yang Yanzhao had also seen the woman, so they knew what the three were talking about. Soldiers brought over the supplies, and the group sat down to eat. Yang Yanzhao said, "Seniors, please remain by His Highness's side for the next two days. If the Liao people really are coming, it will be within these two days. If we reach Kaifeng after these two days, that will be the capital of our Great Song Dynasty. They won't have the power to assassinate us there. Also, Ning'er, don't be temperamental; stay obediently in the ranks. You'll disguise yourself as my guard; that will make things much safer." Yang Yanzhao gave the instructions methodically.

The Eighth Prince laughed, "With Yanzhao here, even if those Liao people come, they might not fare well. We have so many people, and we're practically full of experts; we should be more than capable of protecting ourselves!"

Yang Yanzhao and the two old men sitting behind the Eighth Prince exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of worry in each other's eyes. The Eighth Prince, after all, wasn't a martial artist and didn't understand that victory in martial arts battles wasn't simply a matter of numbers. Although those soldiers and guards were considered skilled fighters, if they were to face truly unparalleled masters, they would likely be slaughtered. Among their group, only Yang Yanzhao and his two guards could be considered experts, along with the two old men and the two martial arts heroes who had come with the Prince's palace. Yang Ning, having practiced the Yang family's unique spear technique since childhood, had surpassed his master and could be considered an expert. In total, there were only eight or nine people who could be considered experts. The Liao people would likely be among the best of the best; he wondered if their side could withstand them.

Seeing the Eighth Prince's optimism, Yang Yanzhao and his two seniors refrained from expressing their concerns.

In the woods not far from where Yang Yanzhao's group had stopped, Shi Feixuan and Kou Nianhe were eating dry rations.

Kou Nianhe looked at the calm Shi Feixuan standing there and asked, "Sister-in-law, do you think that if the Liao people really send assassins to kill Marshal Yang, can Marshal Yang and his group withstand them?"

Shi Feixuan's expression shifted, and after a moment's thought, she said, "It might be dangerous. Since there's news confirming that the Liao people are indeed planning to kill Marshal Yang, given their past failures, I believe they will definitely send more experts this time. In the past, Marshal Yang's martial arts skills were already extraordinary. As long as he could dodge the initial assassination attempts, he simply couldn't withstand the combined might of thousands of soldiers. Killing Marshal Yang in the army is practically a pipe dream, unless one strikes with certain death. But with Marshal Yang's cultivation level, even the four Grandmasters couldn't possibly kill him." The marshal's strike was sure to kill. But this time was different. Marshal Yang was like a fish out of the sea, a tiger fallen into the plains. If nothing unexpected happened, he might really be in danger.

After listening to Shi Feixuan's words, Kou Nianhe nodded and said, "That's right. It was a mistake for the Eighth Prince not to bring so many experts this time. If His Majesty could send two of the palace guards, Marshal Yang should be invincible. But now... sigh, let's not talk about it. With treacherous officials running rampant in the court, even without the emperor's assistance, those treacherous officials are probably causing trouble." Kou Nianhe's family in Lingnan had some connections with the court, and some family members even served as officials, so he was familiar with the current situation of the court.

Shi Feixuan nodded, glanced at the group of people not far away, then lightly flew up to a tree and sat down cross-legged. She looked at Kou Nianhe and said, "Brother, you must be very tired from your journey. Why don't you rest here for a bit? Since Marshal Yang's side isn't very strong, we'll need to lend a hand at crucial moments. So we need to conserve our energy."

"Sister-in-law, you're too kind. I'll rest for a bit as well," Kou Nianhe replied, knowing Shi Feixuan was right, and also sat cross-legged to meditate.

"Everyone, get up. Let's continue on our way," Yang Yanzhao's group slowly set off, gradually increasing their speed, leaving a trail of dust.

Shi Feixuan and Kou Nianhe followed behind.

Another day slowly passed, and the setting sun gradually sank into the distance. Yang Yanzhao and his entourage, having traveled all day, surveyed the surrounding terrain. The area was flat, with only a small grove of trees—the perfect spot for encampment. Yang Yanzhao ordered them to set up camp immediately. The battle-hardened soldiers quickly erected their tents. The Eighth Prince, emerging from his sedan chair and escorted by two guards in blue and white, entered the tent, spoke with Yang Yanzhao for a while, and then rested.

The night patrolmen circled the campfire, their snores mingling with the soft chirping of night birds from the nearby woods. The night was deep and silent. Only a few faint lights pierced the darkness, preventing the night from becoming completely black.

Suddenly, from the nearby grove, a group of shadowy figures appeared, slowly approaching the soldiers' encampment.

As the soldiers drew near, several figures dressed in black burst forth from the grove, swift as lightning and ghostly as ghosts. The soldiers didn't even have time to react before several dark figures snapped their necks and toppled them to the ground, killing them instantly.

Chapter 107 Yin Gui Female Disciple, Yang's Sixth Son.

However, these soldiers were all veterans of many battles. Although their martial arts skills weren't top-tier, their ability to sense danger was far superior to ordinary people. They sensed the danger before the men in black even got close. Unfortunately, the shadowy figures were simply too fast, giving them no chance to react before their necks were snapped and they were dead.

However, one soldier, arguably the leader of the group, wore a bronze badge at his waist. Sensing danger, he struck the badge with his hand. He was killed before his hand even touched it. Perhaps unbeknownst to the group, their leader, in his death, alerted his unsuspecting comrades. The force of his hand striking the badge produced a soft buzzing sound. Though very low, it was anything but unusual to the patrolling soldiers. The sound of the badge striking was a communication signal to them; they were specially trained and extremely sensitive to such easily overlooked sounds.

Upon hearing the buzzing sound, the soldiers immediately shouted, "Assassins! Protect the Prince and Marshal!" They quickly surrounded a tent, blocking the black-clad men who were attacking from the outside. Although these men in black were martial arts masters, they were no match for the well-formed military formation of these skilled soldiers.

Suddenly, several figures flew out of the woods, and the soldiers could not stop them at all as they approached the tent surrounded by the crowd. It could be said that the soldiers and guards were no match for these figures, all coughing up blood and flying backwards.

One of them was none other than the third prince of Liao, who had been injured by Lu Qingyi years before. Following behind the third prince was Yelü Minghui, a Liao master who had escaped Lu Qingyi's clutches years ago. The aura of a grandmaster he exuded clearly indicated that Yelü Minghui's cultivation had improved further after three years of training. Accompanying them were several individuals whose skills were in no way inferior to the Third Prince Yelü Zhi. Judging from their strange moves and aura, they were likely disciples of the renowned Yin Gui Sect. Two particularly exquisite women, in particular, wielded flowing sleeves that, seemingly gentle, caressed the soldiers blocking their path. The soldiers immediately collapsed, coughing up blood and convulsing to their deaths, as if struck by a heavy blow. Beside the two women was a woman in a flowing pale red dress, her delicate figure slender and graceful, her long black hair cascading over her chiseled shoulders. Only her bright, star-like eyes were visible; her exquisite beauty was veiled by a misty veil.

The two women who had been attacking spoke to the woman who showed no intention of intervening, "Senior Sister, why aren't you attacking?"

"I am a daughter of the Song Dynasty," the woman replied coldly. "Although Master sent me to help them, I will not lay a hand on these people."

“Senior Sister, what you’re doing might be a bit inappropriate, after all, Elder Xiao…” one of the women casually knocked a soldier away and said to the masked woman.

“Elder Xiao is Elder Xiao. I’m only responsible to Master. Master is our sect leader, she’s just an elder.” The woman seemed to have no respect for Elder Xiao at all.

“Senior Sister, I heard that Elder Xiao proposed marriage to Master on behalf of the Third Prince, I wonder…” another woman laughed.

“Him? I don’t even consider him a threat. Any man I don’t like, even Master can’t have him.” Hearing the other woman’s words, the woman glanced at the Third Prince Yelü Zhi, who was killing like a wolf, her words full of disdain for him.

As they spoke, the group rushed into the tent, and four people flew out of the tent. They were Yang Yanzhao’s bodyguards and two knights from the royal palace. As soon as they came out, they immediately engaged the people who rushed up in battle.

Yelü Minghui flashed past the four people and flew straight into the tent. Finding it empty, he calmly released his divine sense and said, "Leave a few to deal with these people. Everyone, come with me to pursue Yang Yanzhao and the Eighth Prince."

Among this group, besides those from the Yin Gui Sect, there were also some top experts from the Liao Dynasty. Hearing the words of their second Grandmaster-level expert after Wu Sheng Yelü Qiu, they immediately responded.

"Senior Sister, what do we do?" one of the two women asked. "Let them go after them. We'll just hold them off. No need to risk our lives." The woman's voice drifted above the fighting, but she had already vanished without a trace. She had sensed an aura that stirred her heart.

Seeing their strangely behaving senior sister disappear instantly, the two women and several Yin Gui Sect members indeed engaged the fighting, no longer in a life-or-death struggle, but merely to prevent those here from rescuing Yang Yanzhao and his group.

Yang Yanzhao had anticipated the ambush, so he arranged for his soldiers to retreat to one of the tents to create a false impression when attacked, while he and the Eighth Prince temporarily avoided the situation.

Yang Yanzhao's plan was flawless, but unexpectedly, they actually encountered a Grandmaster-level expert. Yelü Minghui sensed their location quickly and immediately led his men into the woods. Yang Yanzhao, whose cultivation was also

considerable, immediately felt his movements being tracked. He immediately said to Yang Ning, who was beside him, "Ning'er, quickly take your uncle away and don't look back. Your father and the two elders will hold off the pursuers." "Father

, I won't allow it! I want to take you back to see Mother..." Yang Ning felt a sense of foreboding. She thought of her father, the only surviving member of his generation. If something happened to him this time, the old matriarch would be devastated, and the Yang family would be plunged into utter despair. So, thinking that leaving his father would likely mean separation by death, how could Yang Ning agree?

"You unfilial son, so unreasonable! How can you be considered a son of the Yang family? Your father tells you to leave, so leave! Don't say another word! Take the prince away quickly, protect the prince! If... if... be filial to your mother! Go now!" Yang Yanzhao slapped Yang Ning

across the face. Tears blurred Yang Ning's vision as she looked at Yang Yanzhao, tears streaming down her smooth skin, leaving a deep handprint on her cheek.

"Yanzhao, what are you doing? She's still a child..." The Eighth Prince hadn't expected Yang Yanzhao to slap Yang Ning; this was the first time he'd seen Yang Yanzhao so angry.

"Your Highness, you don't need to say anything more. Now, you and this girl leave immediately. My two elders and I will intercept them here; perhaps we can stop them," Yang Yanzhao said.

The two elderly men in green and white robes, perhaps sensing the unfathomable cultivation of the pursuers, also urged the Eighth Prince to leave.

Yang Ning, struck by Yang Yanzhao, seemed much more mature. He gave Yang Yanzhao a deep look and simply said, "Father, for no other reason than for your mother and grandmother who are waiting for your safety, you must ensure your own safety. Otherwise, this family will truly be devastated." He turned and, without looking back, pulled the Eighth Prince into the depths of the woods. In the instant Yang Ning turned, a tear slid through the air and landed on Yang Yanzhao's weathered face. It slowly slid to Yang Yanzhao's lips. He felt the bitterness in the tear, and a warm feeling rose in his heart. Yes, even for the sake of his orphaned mother and children, he had to live. Yang Yanzhao's body stiffened, but his face remained resolute as he said, "Seniors, let us fight side by side today and see what our opponents are really like!"

"Haha, if you're not afraid, what do we two old fogies have to fear? Today we'll also teach these Liao dogs a lesson!" The two old men in green and white robes exclaimed boldly upon seeing Yang Yanzhao's expression.

Yang Yanzhao's face hardened, and he slapped his back, sending a red-tasseled spear soaring into the sky. It pierced the heart of a Liao expert who had descended from the heavens. With a wave of his hand, the spear, like a giant dragon, spun a few times in the air before landing perfectly in Yang Yanzhao's grasp.

"Haha, as expected of Yang Yanzhao's sixth son! This single spear technique is far superior to your father's." The Liao elder, Yelü Minghui, who had instantly appeared opposite Yang Yanzhao, sensed the fierce killing intent emanating from him. If he hadn't reached the Celestial Realm, allowing his spirit to merge with heaven and earth at any moment, he probably wouldn't have been able to withstand the intense killing intent accumulated by Yang Yanzhao through hundreds of battles. When Yang Yanzhao released his aura, everyone present except Yelü Minghui felt as if they were on a battlefield of carnage. The scene of thousands of soldiers fighting madly made their blood boil, almost irresistibly drawing them into the fray. Although they knew what they were experiencing was an illusion, they still couldn't resist the impulse from the bottom of their hearts. Just then, a soft ringing sound reached everyone's ears. It turned out that Yelü Minghui felt his men being affected by Yang Yanzhao's spiritual energy field, almost dying under the illusion.

"Indeed, indeed. With such cultivation, it's no wonder that my Great Liao has repeatedly failed in its assassination attempts against you. Today, I, this old man, will see just how miraculous your Yang family's spear technique truly is. Your Yang family has actually hindered the progress of my Great Liao for over twenty years. It can be said that hundreds, even thousands, of Liao warriors have died at the hands of your father and son. Your Yang family is the mortal enemy of my Great Liao. Today, I will destroy you, Yang Yanzhao, and then destroy your three still young children. I will make your Yang family truly widowed, and see how you will still oppose my Great Liao."

Faced with Yelü Minghui's words, Yang Yanzhao remained unmoved, focusing his mind completely, maintaining a state of mental clarity. Reaching this level, he could maintain a state of perfect enlightenment for a short period, but the consequence was that he could not use any internal energy for a month. During this period, he would be like a cripple, and from then on, it would be difficult for him to ever glimpse the threshold of the Great Dao again, forever remaining outside the Great Dao and having no affinity with the Heavenly Dao.

Yang Yanzhao, at only forty-something years old, was already one foot in the gate of the Heavenly Dao, a person with a very high chance of entering the Celestial Realm. Now, Yang Yanzhao disregarded everything and forcibly entered the Celestial Realm, effectively sealing off his path to the Heavenly Dao.

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felt Yang Yanzhao's suddenly heavy aura, an aura he was all too familiar with—clearly the aura of someone entering the Celestial Realm. Yelü Minghui hadn't expected Yang Yanzhao to enter such a realm so recklessly. He felt both regret and excitement. He regretted not killing Yang Yanzhao while he was still relatively weak, but he was excited because since entering the Celestial Realm, apart from being defeated by Sword Saint Lu Qingyi three years ago, he hadn't fought anyone. Now, having an opponent of similar strength to himself to compete with, Yelü Minghui was naturally very excited.
He said to the Third Prince behind him, "Your Highness, take men to pursue the Eighth Prince. I'll stay here to deal with Yang Yanzhao."
Yelü Zhi, feeling the immense pressure bearing down on him, marveled at the power of the Celestial Realm. Suddenly hearing Yelü Minghui's words, he immediately composed himself and said, "Elder, take care." He then turned to chase after him into the forest. At this moment, the old men in green and white immediately stepped forward to intercept him. Although the two were highly skilled, their opponent was no weakling either. They had their men engage the two, and Yelü Zhi, taking advantage of a moment of inattention, slipped past their defenses and entered the depths of the forest.
Yang Yanzhao watched this unfold, somewhat worried, but helpless. He was now engaged in a formal battle with Yelü Minghui. The invisible force slowly spread, pushing aside the others fighting. Within a radius of one mile, there was nothing. If viewed from the air, one would see a large circle several hundred meters in diameter in the forest, a blank space within it, but the sky above the circle seemed to have darkened. A dark cloud drifted in from nowhere, its imposing aura causing a celestial phenomenon.
Yang Yanzhao knew he was slightly weaker than Yelü Minghui. When he sensed Yelü Minghui slowly gathering his own aura, he knew he couldn't wait until his opponent reached a peak, or he would be powerless to fight back. So, he flicked his spear, the tip gleaming with a cold light. In that instant, the spear tip trembled hundreds, even thousands of times, a vortex of energy forming at the tip, carrying immense destructive power as it thrust towards Yelü Minghui. Yelü Minghui, facing Yang Yanzhao's powerful attack, dared not arrogantly meet it bare-handed. His hands seemed to magically produce a soft sword from his body. With a flick of the sword, a clear, resonant sound rang out—clearly a peerless sword. The clash of metal was deafening; in that single move, their skillful forces had exchanged thousands of blows. Finally, the tips of the spear and sword met, and a burst of intense light erupted at the point of contact. A bolt of lightning struck that very spot, clearly indicating that heaven and earth, sensing the inhuman power generated by their clash, unleashed the lightning.
Neither of them noticed this, and the lightning seeped into their bodies through their weapons. They immediately separated, each channeling their inner energy to suppress the current entering their bodies. Using their powerful natural forces, they expelled the lightning in a flash.
"That was exhilarating! It's been a long time since I've had such a satisfying fight. Come, let's fight again!" Yelü Minghui, now thoroughly enjoying the battle, laughed heartily.
"Fear not? Take another strike from me, like a dragon emerging from its lair!" Yang Yanzhao tossed his spear into the air, where it tumbled several times, creating eerie vortexes. He gripped the spear tightly with both hands, channeling a powerful burst of energy. In that instant, the spinning spear seemed to transcend the barriers of time and space, appearing before Yelü Minghui. Yelü Minghui only had time to parry with his sword. Although unharmed, he was forced to retreat continuously in mid-air to dissipate the impact. Yang Yanzhao then swiftly arrived, catching the exhausted spear.
After regaining his footing, Yelü Minghui felt a surge of internal energy, a sensation he hadn't experienced in three years. However, seeing Yang Yanzhao's actions, Yelü Minghui knew that Yang Yanzhao was likely at his limit. Otherwise, given the relentless nature of the Yang family spear technique, Yang Yanzhao would never have stopped attacking after gaining the upper hand.
Indeed, that single attack had instantly depleted Yang Yanzhao's inner strength, leaving him almost completely drained. Holding the spear now, he was at his weakest point, easily killed by any first-rate expert. Moreover, he was facing a Grandmaster of the Liao Dynasty who was eager to kill him.
Yelü Minghui wouldn't let such an opportunity slip by. With a flick of his sword, he lunged at Yang Yanzhao like a venomous snake. Yang Yanzhao could only lightly tap his legs on the spear, using all the strength he had just gathered to drift backward. The scene was now the exact opposite of what had just happened. As the sword tip approached Yang Yanzhao's throat, there was no fear in his eyes, only deep sorrow and shame. In that instant, Yang Yanzhao thought of his brothers who had died in battle, and his elderly mother who had outlived her son. He didn't know what chaos would ensue at home if he were to die. "Mother, please forgive your unfilial son. I'm afraid I can only repay your nurturing kindness in the next life." Yang Yanzhao finally gave up and closed his eyes, preparing to face the cold tip of the sword.
"My son..." In the inner hall of the Tianbo Mansion in the capital, an old woman with white hair seemed to sense something, cried out in sorrow, and fell from her chair.
"Mother... Mother, what's wrong?" Several middle-aged women were shocked to see the old lady fall to the ground and quickly helped her to bed. After feeding her a bowl of ginger soup, the old lady slowly woke up.
One of the women said, "Mother, what's wrong with you?"
The other five or six women also looked at the old lady with concern.

"Sixth Brother, Sixth Brother, I feel that Sixth Brother is in danger. Has Sixth Brother returned? Has Sixth Brother returned?" the old woman said anxiously.
"Yanzhao?"
"Sixth Brother?"
the women said in surprise.
One of the dignified women stepped forward and said, “Mother, you must be missing Liu Lang too much. Liu Lang is a lucky man; he will surely turn misfortune into good fortune and escape danger. I believe Heaven will protect him. Our Yang family has nothing to be ashamed of before Heaven and Earth; Heaven will not be so cruel. Mother, please put your mind at ease. I will send Eighth Sister and Ninth Sister to check on him. Now you can rest assured!”
The old woman then lay down on the bed. The dignified woman said to another woman beside her, “Second Sister-in-law, please go and inform Eighth Sister and Ninth Sister to go and welcome Liu Lang.”
“Yes!” The woman went to arrange for her two sisters to set off, while the other women looked at the old woman lying on the bed, their faces full of worry. Yang Yanzhao was the old lady's only surviving son and the only man in the family who could be the head of the household. If, as the old lady had foreseen, something really happened to Yang Yanzhao, the head of the family, they really didn't know what they, the women, would do.
Meanwhile, Yelü Minghui, seeing Yang Yanzhao close his eyes in defeat, wore a smug smile. Just as the sword tip was about to pierce Yang Yanzhao's throat, Yang Yanzhao suddenly accelerated backward, instantly disengaging his sword. Then, a flash of light appeared before him, and thousands of sword shadows, carrying a chilling aura, rushed towards him. Yelü Minghui didn't know who had ruined his plans in that instant, but feeling the tangible sword energy, he dared not underestimate them. This was a master of his own level. Who was it? Could it be one of the four grandmasters of the Central Plains?
He wondered who had thwarted his plans, but his hands didn't slow down. He quickly met the overwhelming sword shadows with his own longsword. The clanging sounds, mixed with sparks, were exceptionally dazzling in the black night sky. The two separated, and Yelü Minghui, whose vision was as clear as day in the darkness, saw a woman in flowing white robes, like a fairy descending to earth, holding an ancient sword, her face calmly looking at him.
"An Suqing?" Upon seeing the woman's elegant bearing, refined demeanor, and high cultivation, Yelü Minghui immediately mistook her for An Suqing, the worldly disciple of Cihang Jingzhai who had recently become famous in the martial world, and blurted out.
"She's not An Suqing. An Suqing is currently in Suzhou and Hangzhou, how could she be here?" A light, airy voice suddenly appeared from the side, but the two seemed unsurprised until the woman gracefully appeared, like a red cloud, forming a stark contrast with the woman holding the long sword. As soon as the veiled woman appeared, the two women's gazes locked, bursting with intense interest. Both women were astonished by the other's charm, sizing each other up.
Yang Yanzhao, spear in hand, stood beside a handsome man. Both men watched the two women in the arena, each possessing their own unique charm, a truly captivating sight.
Yelü Minghui, seeing Yang Yanzhao nearby, was ready to leap into the air and pounce, determined to eliminate him.
Shi Feixuan intervened at Yang Yanzhao's most perilous moment, rescuing him. Her earlier silence stemmed from sensing a powerful figure lurking nearby, someone whose cultivation was no less than her own. She only intervened when Yang Yanzhao was in the most danger. Sure enough, the person hiding in the shadows emerged, only to be a young woman of similar age.
Shi Feixuan tried to stop Yelü Minghui as he passed, but the woman deftly flicked a red veil, deflecting her sword and allowing Yelü Minghui to pass.
"Your opponent is me, Fu Yan'er," the woman in red said. "Shi Feixuan," Shi Feixuan replied coldly.
The two women attacked simultaneously, clashing in a fierce battle. Shi Feixuan's longsword danced like autumn water falling from the sky, transforming into an endless Milky Way, flowing gracefully in her slender hands, merrily torrenting through the night. Sometimes soaring into the sky, sometimes falling to the ground, sometimes transforming into a silvery stream of light, lingering over her peerless beauty; sometimes scattering into countless stars, shimmering brightly.
Fu Yan, draped in a red veil of unknown woven material amidst Shi Feixuan's swordplay, closed her eyes, her body seemingly drifting with the wind, like drifting catkins, like cold flowers, dancing out a poignant and beautiful form.
The two women's exquisite beauty was sublimated in this artistic battle, as if they were not engaged in a fight, but rather performing the most beautiful dance since ancient times.
Meanwhile, the fight between Yang Yanzhao and Yelü Minghui looked like a real battle, with almost every strike aimed at vital points. Yang Yanzhao, having recovered, was barely holding on against Yelü Minghui's relentless onslaught with the help of Kou Nianhe.
"Swordplay? The secret to longevity... you're from the Song family of Lingnan?" Yelü Minghui, sensing the young man's fighting style, immediately guessed Kou Nianhe's origins, and, somewhat surprised, blurted it out.

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Kou Nianhe fully unleashed his swordsmanship, replying to Yelü Minghui, "Indeed, I am a member of the Kou family of the Song family of Lingnan."

"So what if you're from the Song family of Lingnan? Didn't your parents tell you not to meddle in other people's business?" Yelü Minghui said venomously.

"My ancestors were renowned throughout the land for their chivalry. As their descendants, we naturally remember their teachings and uphold the path of chivalry. Besides, you are not of my kind and have attempted to harm officials of my Great Song Dynasty. How can I turn a blind eye to

such an encounter? Otherwise, I would be unworthy of being a man of the Kou family and a citizen of my Great Song Dynasty." Kou Nianhe's words drew loud praise from Yang Yanzhao. Yelü Minghui, enraged, became even more vicious and ruthless in his actions. "Since you are so ignorant of your place, don't blame me for showing no mercy. If you want to emulate your ancestors' chivalry, you must first have their strength!"

The two men were busy dealing with Yelü Minghui's relentless attacks and had no time to speak. They were being forced to retreat steadily, and if nothing unexpected happened, they would likely perish at Yelü Minghui's hands.

Meanwhile, the two elderly men in blue and white robes in the distance were also locked in a fierce battle with several martial arts practitioners from Liao, and had no time to pay attention to this situation. A moment's distraction would likely result in their deaths.

Meanwhile, Yang Ning, leading the Eighth Prince, hurried through the woods and lost her way. Yang Ning had never experienced anything like this before, but she knew she couldn't turn back, or she would become a burden to her father. So, Yang Ning led the Eighth Prince in one direction, hurrying on. Before they knew it, they were almost out of the woods.

It must be said that Yang Ning's aimless wandering in the woods bought them a chance to survive; it was their back-and-forth movement that made it difficult for the Third Prince, who was following behind, to pinpoint their location.

However, having the Eighth Prince, who didn't know martial arts, with her, Yang Ning was eventually caught up by the Third Prince.

Protecting the Eighth Prince behind her, Yang Ning said, "Uncle, hurry! The main road is ahead. Follow it quickly. I'll deal with this man."

The Eighth Prince looked at the situation; staying would only be a burden to Yang Ning, so he nodded and said, "Ning'er, be careful. If you're not his match, try to stall for time, understand?"

Yang Ning nodded. The Eighth Prince gave Yang Ning a deep look, then glared fiercely at the Third Prince standing to the side. The imposing aura in his eyes sent a chill down the Third Prince's spine. After all, the Eighth Prince's decades of accumulated power were no ordinary matter; his overwhelming kingly presence made the Third Prince tremble.

Sensing the Third Prince's unease, Yang Ning, wielding her spear with a touch of feminine grace, moved with a strange, almost sinister softness, sapping the Third Prince's lapse in concentration and stabbing him in the left arm.

The Third Prince snapped back to reality, watching the Eighth Prince's figure slowly disappear into the night. A lewd smirk crept across his face as he said, "Little girl from the Yang family, is it? Your Yang family truly intimidated our Liao state. The Seven Wolves and Eight Tigers were once so glorious. But now, even this last tiger is about to be killed by us. What a pity! A family of loyal martyrs, now only a bunch of orphans and widows remain."

Yang Ning, lacking any combat experience and deeply worried about her father's safety, found her spear slightly vulnerable upon hearing the Third Prince Yelü Zhi's words. Yelü Zhi seized the opportunity to counterattack. Yang Ning, already slightly inferior in skill, was completely overwhelmed by Yelü Zhi's lack of experience.

Yelü Zhi, a lecherous fiend, wouldn't let Yang Ning's beauty go to waste. He hurled lewd insults at her, his sword attacks specifically targeting her most vulnerable areas, employing extremely vulgar techniques.

Yang Ning, filled with shame and anger, flailed her spear wildly, her clothes gradually tearing. Beneath her close-fitting guard uniform lay her snow-white undergarment, now faintly visible through the ripped fabric. Yang Ning knew Yelü Zhi was toying with her, but being no match for him, she had no choice but to endure this humiliation.

What enraged Yang Ning was that the man had actually thrown aside his longsword, preparing to fight her with his bare hands. A disgusting, lewd grin on his face made Yang Ning immediately decide that if that man's vile hands actually touched her pure and innocent body, she would immediately commit suicide to avoid the humiliation and disgrace to the Yang family.

Just as Yelü Zhi's large hand was about to reach for the beauty's exquisite body, Yelü Zhi heard a shout: "You villain, how dare you!" Then he felt a heavy blow to his body, spitting out a mouthful of blood and falling to the ground. Yelü Zhi knew he had encountered a master; a casual strike from his opponent had sent him flying. Although he hadn't been on guard, his opponent's cultivation was unfathomable; clearly, reinforcements had arrived. Yelü Zhi immediately decided to flee. As the saying goes, "Where there's life, there's hope." Yelü Zhi swiftly disappeared into the night.

Yang Ning, who had already prepared to bite her tongue and commit suicide, heard that shout, opened her eyes, and saw a person standing in front of her while the villain had been knocked away. In that instant, Yang Ning felt the man's back was incredibly tall, giving her a sense of security unlike anything she had ever experienced before, unlike the back of her father.

When the man turned around, Yang Ning suddenly exclaimed softly, "It's you?"

The man smiled and said, "Miss, you recognize me? Ah! I remember now, so you were with that old man. He's resting on the road ahead. He asked me to rescue you, Miss. You should hurry over and meet him so he won't worry."

Yang Ning was suddenly struck by the man's gentle smile, and her mind went blank. However, hearing him mention the old man, Yang Ning knew he was referring to the Eighth Prince. But judging from his tone, he didn't seem to be going with her, so she couldn't help but ask, "Does the young master have other matters to attend to?"

“To be honest, young lady, I really do have something to do. My two friends have run into trouble ahead, and I need to go help them. I can sense they're engaged in a fierce fight. Please hurry, young lady. I have a companion on the road; he should be able to ensure your safety. I need to go help.” With that, the man disappeared from Yang Ning's sight. When Yang Ning saw him again, he was already over a hundred meters away, beyond her sight. Seeing that he was heading in the direction of her father, Yang Ning was somewhat pleased, hoping this mysterious man could help her father.

Everyone probably guessed that this man was Ye Tianqi. Yes, it was. Ye Tianqi was driving his cart at a brisk pace when he heard running sounds coming from the woods by the roadside. Ye Tianqi's eyes were incredibly sharp; he immediately saw an old man running out of the woods. Ye Tianqi called out softly, "Eighth Prince!"

Xu Mu also saw the panicked old man. "Have they been attacked?" Xu Mu asked doubtfully. "Perhaps. It seems so. Second Brother, you take care of the Prince. I'll go check on him." Ye Tianqi stopped the carriage and leaped to the Eighth Prince's side. The Eighth Prince, being a king, was only slightly shocked by the sudden appearance of the man before him. But upon recognizing the man's face, the Eighth Prince suddenly grabbed Ye Tianqi's hand and cried, "Hero, please save my life!"

Taking the Eighth Prince to the carriage, the Eighth Prince urged Ye Tianqi to rescue Yang Ning. Ye Tianqi listened carefully and indeed heard faint clanging sounds coming from the woods. He nodded. Under the Eighth Prince's slightly grateful gaze, Ye Tianqi vanished into the night, thus leading to Ye Tianqi's rescue of Yang Ning. Ye Tianqi locked onto the powerful auras and swiftly swept across the forest, arriving at the battlefield in no time.

He quickly scanned the area and saw Shi Feixuan fighting a woman. Their exchange was surprisingly even, like fairies dancing, devoid of any earthly tension. It was clear that neither side could gain the upper hand in the short term. The fight around the two women also seemed destined to continue. The most perilous situation was that of Kou Nianhe and Yang Yanzhao, relentlessly pressured by Yelü Zhi. Both were injured. If it weren't for their repeated use of mutually destructive tactics, and Yelü Zhi's apparent desire to prepare for the upcoming three-year agreement and avoid further damage, they would have been pushed to their limits. Without a miracle, they likely wouldn't have lasted more than a few more moves.

So when Ye Tianqi appeared in the arena, everyone's eyes were drawn to him. Shi Feixuan looked at Ye Tianqi with deep love and longing in her eyes. Feeling the deep affection in his beloved's gaze, Ye Tianqi returned a loving look.

Kou Nianhe's eyes lit up when he saw Ye Tianqi, and he shouted, "Third brother, you've finally arrived! You've really killed your elder brother! Luckily, he only suffered some minor injuries, otherwise I would have never let you off the hook. The rest is up to you. Marshal Yang and I need to rest; we're exhausted!" To Yelü Zhi's astonishment, Kou Nianhe took advantage of his momentary hesitation to pull Yang Yanzhao out of the room and sit down to meditate, completely disregarding him. Could this young man be something else? However, the anger in his heart made him slash at the two of them with his sword.

"Damn you! How dare you injure my brother right in front of me? Do you think I don't exist?! I'll block!" A sword suddenly appeared in Ye Tianqi's hand—one of the treasured swords he'd obtained from Yun Jizi's cave. He flashed and stood between Yelü Minghui and Kou Nianhe, blocking the sword energy. Ye Tianqi felt a slight numbness in his wrist and thought to himself, "Truly a master of the same level. I'd better be careful, or I might suffer some loss."

Yelü Minghui knew the power of his own sword strike; it was his full-force attack at his peak. He hadn't expected this young man to withstand it so easily. This made him wonder if this person was some kind of reclusive master who had cultivated to the point of rejuvenation. Otherwise, how could he possess such unparalleled cultivation? His formidable power couldn't have been acquired in just over a decade. He stared blankly at Ye Tianqi for a moment.

Chapter 110 A Failure to Achieve Success, Fei Xuan's Jealousy

Ye Tianqi didn't care what he was thinking. He had taken a sword strike, making his hand tremble for a long time, so of course he had to retaliate with a sword strike. He shouted, "Old thief, you'll see what I mean when I strike you!" With that, Ye Tianqi's longsword flew out with lightning speed towards Yelü Minghui. Yelü Minghui dodged, the longsword carrying a chilling aura slicing past him. The aura pressed painfully against his skin, but he was relieved to have dodged. Just as he was feeling pleased, he suddenly felt a chilling aura approaching from behind. He quickly used his movement technique to dodge, but it was too late. Yelü Minghui felt a sharp pain in his waist, clearly wounded by the longsword. The sword aura attached to the sword surged from the wound into his meridians. Yelü Minghui immediately circulated his internal energy to force out the chilling sword aura, but even so, when he completely cleared the sword aura, his face was covered in sweat.

"Sword control technique, the Shu Mountain Sword Sect?" Yelü Minghui recalled the situation just now and realized that only the sword control technique of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect in the Central Plains could achieve this. So he spoke to Ye Tianqi, who was holding the sword that had injured him and staring at him.

"Hehe, you do have some knowledge. But let me tell you, I'm not from the Shu Mountain Sword Sect. However, this is the authentic sword control technique," Ye Tianqi said, as the longsword in his hand seemed to come alive, swirling around his body. Brilliant sword shadows surrounded him.

Seeing this amazing swordsmanship, Yelü Minghui surveyed the situation and knew that continuing the fight was pointless. He glared hatefully at Ye Tianqi, who was staring at him with a smile, and then at Shi Feixuan, who looked like a pair of celestial maidens with Fu Yan'er. Yelü Minghui wished he could kill them both. If it weren't for the sudden appearance of these two, his side had deployed its best troops, and the Song Dynasty hadn't paid much attention, giving them an opportunity. This was supposed to be a perfect assassination mission; eliminating two pillars of the Song Dynasty's military and political power would have been a sure thing. But it was ruined twice at crucial moments by this sudden appearance of a man and a woman. Yelü Zhi was still nowhere to be seen, and it was unknown whether he had killed the Eighth Prince. If neither side had succeeded, this mission would have been a complete failure, further deepening the hatred between the two sides. The upcoming three-year duel would likely become a battle between the martial arts worlds of both nations. Just as Yelü Minghui was thinking about Yelü Zhi, Yelü Zhi stumbled out of the woods, blood trickling from his mouth. Coupled with Ye Tianqi's smiling gaze towards Yelü Zhi, Yelü Minghui knew immediately that even his last remaining idea had failed, and the operation had indeed ended in failure.

Glancing hatefully at Ye Tianqi's seemingly harmless smile and the long sword flashing around him, Yelü Minghui shouted, "Let's go!" Yelü Minghui was indeed a man of action; he decisively abandoned the attempt when it seemed hopeless. No wonder Empress Dowager Xiao had everyone obey his orders, even the Third Prince. Upon hearing their revered master's words, the Liao martial artists immediately broke away from the battle and gathered around Yelü Minghui, while the two seniors in green and white robes surrounded Yang Yanzhao. Meanwhile, Shi Feixuan and Fu Yan'er, who had been locked in combat, separated gracefully like a hundred flowers blooming in a breathtaking exchange of blows.

Fu Yan'er stood on a nearby tree, her red robes fluttering, a red ribbon in her hand swaying in the wind, her beauty unparalleled. Shi Feixuan, in flawless white, possessed an elegant and ethereal air, like a fairy descending to earth.

"My dear sister, your cultivation is truly remarkable. I used to think I was a martial arts prodigy, but seeing your skill today, I realize how true the saying 'there are always higher levels and more skilled people' really is. Your little sweetheart has arrived. If he helps you bully him, he won't be able to handle it. I'm leaving now; we'll have another chance to spar. I recognize you as a member of Cihang Jingzhai, haha. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. Who would know that Cihang Jingzhai has An Suqing in the open and a great master like you in the shadows? I'll tell you..." "Oh, as the successor of Cihang Jingzhai, An Suqing couldn't possibly have been completely unaffected by our assassination attempt. So you were secretly protecting her! Heh, it seems Elder Xiao miscalculated this time! Hehe, see you later. Keep an eye on your little lover, his gaze is so strange. Be careful, or I might steal him away next time!" Fu Yan'er spoke the last few sentences telepathically. Before leaving, she gave Ye Tianqi, who was staring at her body, a flirtatious wink, causing the usually calm Shi Feixuan's face to turn cold.

Watching Fu Yan'er's beautiful figure disappear before their eyes, and Yelü Minghui and his group vanish into the woods, the previously confident Ye Tianqi immediately clutched his chest and cried out, "Damn it, I'm dying of pain! That old bastard is so powerful! Luckily, I acted convincingly, otherwise, who knows how long this fight would have lasted!" Ye Tianqi exaggeratedly rubbed his chest, but his eyes secretly glanced at the cold-faced Shi Feixuan. Although Ye Tianqi had used every means to injure Yelü Minghui, to harm a master of Yelü Minghui's level, or even one with far more experience, required some sacrifice to scare him away. He certainly felt a tightness in his chest, though not as exaggerated as some might think. The main reason was that he had been staring so lecherously at Fu Yan'er in front of Shi Feixuan, and Ye Tianqi, with his keen senses, hadn't missed the change in Shi Feixuan's expression. That's why he used this tactic to gain the beauty's sympathy, hoping she wouldn't question his indiscretions.

Sure enough, seeing Ye Tianqi's expression and exaggerated movements, Shi Feixuan quickly floated to his side, her skirts billowing like a fairy descending to earth. However, her face wasn't filled with sanctity, but rather with worry and affection.

Supporting Ye Tianqi's body, her soft, smooth hands gently massaged his chest, her voice filled with concern as she asked, "How are you? Are you feeling unwell? Should I help you catch your breath?" She then tried to press Ye Tianqi to the ground to help him breathe.

Ye Tianqi wasn't seriously injured to begin with, and after a short while, his internal energy calmed down. If the beauty's internal energy were to enter his body, he would be exposed! So he quickly said, "Xuan'er, no need. I just need to adjust my breathing a little, and I'll be fine. But you just had a fierce battle with that woman; you must have used up a lot of your true energy. How can I let you adjust my breathing under these circumstances?"

Hearing Ye Tianqi's words, Shi Feixuan felt a warmth in her heart, having long forgotten about Ye Tianqi peeking at the woman earlier. Her eyes filled with deep affection as she said, "Husband..."

Ye Tianqi immediately covered the beauty's red lips with his large hand, gently shaking his head. The two simply gazed at each other with deep affection.

"Third brother, sister-in-law, have you had enough? You've been watching for so long, we need to go back." Kou Nianhe opened his eyes and saw Yang Yanzhao, protected by the two seniors in green and white robes, gazing at a couple not far away. Kou Nianhe saw the two gazing at each other affectionately, and naturally didn't want to disturb their intimate moment. However, what annoyed Kou Nianhe was that this couple's affectionate exchange was taking far too long. An incense stick's worth of time had passed, and the two were still gazing at each other so lovingly. Looking at the others around them, Yang Yanzhao was still calmly looking at Ye Tianqi and the other man with a smile on his face, while the two old men had their eyes closed. Kou Nianhe even wondered if they had fallen asleep. While

others weren't in a hurry, he was getting anxious, so he called out.

Ye Tianqi and Shi Feixuan, awakened by Kou Nianhe, reacted differently. Shi Feixuan blushed and hid behind Ye Tianqi, while Ye Tianqi, as if nothing had happened, turned around and walked to Kou Nianhe's side. He looked Kou Nianhe over and asked, "Big brother, are you alright?"

Kou Nianhe was slightly touched by Ye Tianqi's concern for his injuries and couldn't help but say, "You still remember I'm your big brother? I thought you only cared about your sister-in-law."

Hearing Kou Nianhe's words, Shi Feixuan, who was behind Ye Tianqi, blushed even more and said coquettishly, "Big brother..."

"Okay... okay... big brother won't say anything, okay?" Kou Nianhe quickly said upon seeing Shi Feixuan's expression.

"Hehe! I didn't expect to meet you again in this situation today, little brother. It's really fate playing tricks on us," Yang Yanzhao said with a sigh.

Chapter 111 Tianqi's Performance, A Laughter from the Vast Sea

"I never expected you to be General Yang, the Great General of my Song Dynasty!" Ye Tianqi laughed.

"It seems my life, Yang Yanzhao, is not destined to end. With the help of such noble people as you and your wife, I am deeply indebted to you. Please accept my bow first." Yang Yanzhao was about to bow when Ye Tianqi, however, quickly dodged and used his power to stop Yang Yanzhao from bowing, saying, "General, please don't! This is too much for a commoner. It was just a small favor. Any chivalrous person would have done the same in this situation. How can the Liao Kingdom allow their tyranny to run rampant on the land of my Great Song?"

Yang Yanzhao felt a force supporting him, preventing him from bowing. Knowing he couldn't bow any further, he had no choice but to abandon his plan. Hearing Ye Tianqi's words, Yang Yanzhao praised, "If my Great Song had more people like you, what would we fear from the Liao people?"

"Marshal, you flatter me. Our Great Song Dynasty is a land of outstanding people and abundant resources, producing countless heroes. There are simply too many like me," Ye Tianqi said modestly.

"Heh, not arrogant in victory, indeed heroes emerge from among the young. Young brother, you are a hundred times better than my three good-for-nothing sons! If they saw you, let's see if they would still dare to act so arrogantly, thinking they are second to none in the world!"

"Like father, like son. Judging from the expression on your face when you mentioned your three sons, General, I can see that you are extremely satisfied with them. To be honest, I am ashamed. Your three sons are only my age and they have already gone to the battlefield to serve their country, while we are still wandering in the martial world. In comparison, we are far inferior to you."

Ye Tianqi's words subtly belittled himself and greatly praised Yang Yanzhao. Yang Yanzhao was now extremely satisfied with Ye Tianqi, a broad smile on his face.

Seeing the two chatting happily, Shi Feixuan couldn't help but speak up, "General Yang, you just said that the three young masters acted like they were second to none. I'm a little curious why they don't consider themselves the best?"

Yang Yanzhao, seeing that it was Shi Feixuan, a woman as beautiful as a fairy, who spoke, couldn't help but laugh, "To be honest, I'm sorry to make you laugh, young lady. The reason my son considers himself second is... because they haven't surpassed me yet. The day they think they've surpassed me, they'll probably take away my title of best in the world."

Shi Feixuan hadn't expected Yang Yanzhao, a grand marshal commanding millions of troops, to have such a humorous side. Hearing Yang Yanzhao's words, Shi Feixuan chuckled softly, her smile as radiant as blooming flowers, brightening everyone's eyes.

Ye Tianqi and Kou Nianhe also chuckled softly.

After laughing, Yang Yanzhao said, "Everything's alright here. Let's hurry back to the camp and check on the casualties of the soldiers. I also wonder how the Prince and my daughter are doing."

"Marshal, please rest assured, the Prince and your daughter are safe. I came here precisely because I rescued them," Ye Tianqi said, seeing that Yang Yanzhao was still worried about the Eighth Prince.

"Oh, I'm relieved then. Thank you so much, young brother," Yang Yanzhao said, his face filled with relief. He knew he wouldn't be able to face his elderly mother if anything happened to his daughter, Yang Ning, and if anything happened to the Eighth Prince, he would have to apologize to the Emperor.

Back at the camp, Yang Yanzhao saw the remaining soldiers and guards cleaning up the battlefield. He asked one of the soldiers and learned that the people who had been dragging them away had been called away by a woman in red. Looking at the many dead soldiers and guards, Yang Yanzhao felt a pang of sorrow. After all, these men had died for him. Although they were all prepared to die, Yang Yanzhao still felt grief for these soldiers who had fought alongside him for so many years. Yang Yanzhao ordered that the fallen soldiers be given a proper burial and their names recorded. He intended to report this to the Emperor and request rewards for them, or at least ensure the safety of their families.

Ye Tianqi and Kou Nianhe watched with secret admiration.

As they walked further in, they saw several people approaching. Yang Yanzhao recognized them as the Eighth Prince and Yang Ning, accompanied by two women and a man.

"Father..." Yang Ning rushed into Yang Yanzhao's arms upon seeing him. The two had almost experienced a life-or-death separation. As a young girl who had never experienced such a separation, Yang Ning naturally needed comfort, and perhaps only the embrace of her father, Yang Yanzhao, who had caused her so much worry, could bring her peace of mind.

The moment the little girl saw Yang Yanzhao, she rushed into his arms like a swallow returning to its nest, sobbing softly. Yang Yanzhao's eyes also welled up with tears. He gently stroked Yang Ning's black hair and softly comforted her, "Ning'er, don't cry. It's alright, everything is over. If you keep crying, people will laugh at you!"

His last words had the desired effect. Yang Ning, who had been sobbing uncontrollably, immediately stopped crying, wiped away her tears with her sleeve, and left Yang Yanzhao's embrace, stealing a glance at Ye Tianqi, who was following behind him. Her tear-streaked appearance, combined with her already beautiful face, created a unique charm.

Seeing Yang Ning looking at him, Ye Tianqi smiled slightly, which unexpectedly made Yang Ning blush instantly. She stood shyly before Yang Yanzhao, displaying the demeanor of a young girl.

Everyone who saw Yang Ning's expression had their own feelings. Kou Nianhe and Xu Mu exchanged a glance; both knew that a little girl had been tricked into falling for their third brother.

Yang Yanzhao and the Eighth Prince exchanged a glance, then looked at the shy Yang Ning with smiles. They hadn't seen this expression on the girl's face in a long time; it seemed she had clearly fallen for him. Yang Yanzhao, who was extremely satisfied with Ye Tianqi, was naturally happy to see his daughter and Ye Tianqi get together.

"Your Highness, you've been frightened. It's windy outside; let's go inside the tent. We can't let our savior stand here with us!" Yang Yanzhao said with a smile.

The newly risen sun slowly ascended into the sky, bringing comfort to everyone who had just survived a calamity. Hearing Yang Yanzhao's words, the Eighth Prince laughed and said, "Look at me, it seems I'm getting a bit senile. How could I leave my benefactor standing outside? Come, everyone, come in. I'll have the soldiers bring food and drink, and fetch the jars of wine I brought. We should have a good celebration. It's alright if we get drunk; the assassins have been driven away, so the journey from here to the capital should be safe. Everyone, just relax and celebrate!"

Following the Eighth Prince, the group entered the tent and sat down according to rank. Ye Tianqi and Shi Feixuan sat to the Eighth Prince's right, followed by the Kou Nianhe and Xu Mu brothers. Even Yan Yue and Xiao Yu'er had seats. To the left were Yang Yanzhao and his daughter, as well as the two seniors in green and white robes.

A line of soldiers brought the food and drink, and placed the jars of wine down. Opening the jars, a fragrant aroma wafted out.

"Fine wine! Top-quality Daughter's Red wine, sealed for thirty years. Your Highness actually brought such fine wine!" Yang Yanzhao said, smelling the aroma.

"Hehe, if you knew about this fine wine, would it still be available today? I doubt anyone would know that the Grand Marshal of the Song Dynasty, commanding a million soldiers, is actually a drunkard!" The Eighth Prince chuckled upon seeing Yang Yanzhao's appearance.

Seeing the blush on Yang Yanzhao's face, clearly embarrassed, Yang Ning, noticing her father's expression, said, "Uncle, this wine seems to have been a gift from the Emperor to Father. How did it become Uncle's wine?"

Yang Yanzhao stared at the Eighth Prince with a strange look. The Eighth Prince, clearly not expecting Yang Ning to expose him, had used several treasures on the way here to ensure Yang Ning didn't tell Yang Yanzhao about this. The Eighth Prince, being the man he was, immediately said, "Alas, Uncle is still not as kind as Father. Little girl, all your uncle's affection for you is wasted."

Seeing the expressions of the Eighth Prince and Yang Yanzhao, Ye Tianqi and the others were surprised that such a noble prince as the Eighth Prince could be so approachable, and immediately laughed.

Yang Ning muttered softly, "Uncle is dear, but Father is still dearest."

Hearing Yang Ning's words, Yang Yanzhao looked at the Eighth Prince with a smug expression. However, seeing that the good wine that originally belonged to him had been given away by the Eighth Prince, he realized that the Eighth Prince was being generous; it turned out that he was giving away his own things. His smugness disappeared.

Ye Tianqi and the others naturally didn't think Yang Yanzhao was stingy; this was just a manifestation of Yang Yanzhao's true nature.

At this moment, Shi Feixuan naturally didn't stop Ye Tianqi from drinking, but simply glared at him, as if to tell him not to get drunk. Everyone was drinking with great enthusiasm, and even Shi Feixuan had a cup.

Xu Mu had drunk quite a bit and was perhaps a little tipsy. He didn't take Yang Yanzhao and the Eighth Prince's status seriously at all and said, "Drinking like this is getting a bit boring. How about having Third Brother perform a song for everyone?"

Unexpectedly, Xu Mu's words received everyone's support. Shi Feixuan was surprised that Ye Tianqi could sing; she had never seen him sing before. However, seeing Xu Mu's expression and the looks Yan Yue and Xiao Yu'er gave Ye Tianqi, it was clear they knew he could sing, otherwise they wouldn't be looking at him with such anticipation. Shi Feixuan was quite curious, so she also agreed to let Ye Tianqi sing a song. At this moment, another pair of beautiful eyes were also looking at Ye Tianqi expectantly—it was Yang Ning. Having already fallen for Ye Tianqi, Yang Ning was naturally very curious about everything about him.

Ye Tianqi saw that everyone wanted him to sing, especially Yang Yanzhao and the Eighth Prince, who also wanted him to entertain everyone. Seeing that everyone's opinions were so unanimous, Ye Tianqi knew he couldn't avoid it, so he could only nod.

Seeing that Ye Tianqi had finally agreed, everyone sat up straight, ready to hear what kind of song he would sing. Xu Mu, Yan Yue, and Xiao Yu'er, in particular, knew how skilled Ye Tianqi was and were eagerly awaiting his performance.

Ye Tianqi stood up, looked around, and said, "The song I'm going to sing is different from many singers these days, so please don't be surprised. I'll sing 'A Laughter in the Vast Sea'!" Ye Tianqi thought for a moment and slowly let out a song he loved in his previous life: "The vast sea laughs as the tides rise and fall on both banks, remembering today's heavens laugh as the world's tides rise and fall, who wins and who loses, only heaven knows. The rivers and mountains laugh as the misty rain stretches far, the waves wash away the dust of the world, how much do we know? The gentle breeze laughs, yet it stirs up loneliness, only the evening glow remains of heroic spirit. The vast sea laughs as the tides rise and fall on both banks, remembering today's heavens laugh as the world's tides rise and fall, who wins and who loses, only heaven knows. The rivers and mountains laugh as the misty rain stretches far, the waves wash away the dust of the world, how much do we know? The people laugh, no longer lonely, their heroic spirit remains." Ye Tianqi's cultivation was profound, and controlling his tone was a simple matter. His slightly ancient and weathered voice perfectly interpreted the heroic spirit contained in the song.

The Eighth Prince, having seen much of the world, was also deeply moved by the song's sentiment. He was the first to come to his senses, clapping his hands a few times and saying, "Good...good indeed, truly extraordinary. I never imagined that the young hero could sing such a melancholic song. It truly tells the story of the ups and downs of life!" The crowd, awakened by the Eighth Prince, also came to their senses and praised Ye Tianqi. The women in the tent were particularly captivated by the sudden surge of heroic spirit in Ye Tianqi's voice as he sang, their eyes filled with adoration as they gazed at the handsome, elegant man in flowing white robes. Yang Ning, meanwhile, frequently stole glances at Ye Tianqi, her eyes filled with a dreamy look.

Shi Feixuan's small hand held Ye Tianqi's from below, the deep affection palpable to all.

Ye Tianqi had roughly anticipated this scene when he decided to sing the song, so he modestly declined. The crowd's enthusiasm grew, and Yan Yue also stepped forward to perform, her ethereal voice showcasing her refined taste. Yang Ning, seemingly wanting to impress her beloved, insisted on performing before Yang Yanzhao and the Eighth Prince... With a sly smile, the Wise Prince stepped forward and performed a dance he had learned from the palace. His slender figure and graceful movements made Yang Ning even more charming, drawing great admiration from Ye Tianqi.

Before he knew it, Ye Tianqi had become drunk again. Fortunately, his previous experience prevented Shi Feixuan from becoming flustered. Seeing that the banquet was nearing its end, the Eighth Wise Prince announced that it was time to disperse, allowing everyone who hadn't slept all night to return to their tents to rest.

Supporting the drunken Ye Tianqi, Shi Feixuan returned to their tent. She gently laid him down on the bed, removed his shoes, and straightened his body. Shi Feixuan fetched water and used a damp towel to wipe Ye Tianqi's face. Sitting beside him, she gazed tenderly at his handsome face, her eyes filled with affection.

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