【The Divine Eagle Empire】(Volume 5, Chapter 133)

Chapter 133 A stroke of luck

After a fierce battle, although all the Snow Feather Guards and the Nine Heavens Holy Mother and her disciples were captured,

Wan Shi Xian Ji and Dongfang Xue escaped… No, Wan Shi Xian Ji didn't escape; she left to save Dongfang Xue.

Otherwise …

considering the unparalleled martial arts Wan Shi Xian Ji displayed, the women all shuddered.

Even the four great masters—Wu Sai Ying, the Sword Queen, the Taiyin Goddess, and the Qingling Holy Mother—couldn't stop her. With such martial arts, who in the world could

rival her? Wu Wudi?

Although Wu Wudi was recognized as the "Number One Martial Artist in the World," that was only after Wan Shi Xian Ji faked her death. Now

that Wan Shi Xian Ji had resurrected and reappeared in the martial world, was Wu Wudi's title of "Number One Martial Artist in the World" still worthy of his name?

Having witnessed Wan Shi Xian Ji's power, the Sword Queen and the others also doubted whether Wu Wudi was her match.

Should he relinquish his title of "Number One Martial Artist in the World"?

It was nearly noon, and remembering Wu Tianjiao in the courtyard, Xiao Yunhua, Princess Tanxue, and the other women were extremely anxious. They immediately

hurried back to the courtyard.

Inside, the Holy Mother Sanyin and several Shura female guards, including Shura Bi, were still standing guard. Upon seeing the women arrive,

Shura Bi quickly came forward to greet them.

"How is the young master?"

Xiao Yunhua asked anxiously, her eyes scanning the surroundings. However, apart from the expanse of white snow, there was no

sign of Wu Tianjiao in the courtyard.

"Where is the Prince Consort?"

The women were all searching for Wu Tianjiao, and unable to find him, Princess Tanxue couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

"There!"

Shura Bi pointed to a snowdrift in the courtyard and said, "Young Master and that woman are both covered by snow.

The three Holy Mothers said they are in a state of Yin-Yang harmony, a union of heaven and earth, and asked everyone not to disturb them!"

"We must not disturb them!"

Taiyin Goddess nodded noncommittally, "Tianjiao has mastered the extraordinary skill of Yin-Yang harmony, seizing

the creation , and understanding the mysteries of Yin and Yang. Those who have fused with women with him will all benefit greatly!"

"What benefits?"

Leiyin Holy Mother had quietly appeared beside Taiyin Goddess at some point and asked with a smile. The Goddess of the

Moon glanced at her and said without hesitation, "Opening up the meridians, connecting the bridge between heaven and earth, purifying

power , and improving cultivation—there are many benefits!"

"So there are so many benefits!"

Holy Mother Leiyin exclaimed, then looked at the Goddess of the Moon, frowning, and said, "Goddess, are you lying to

everyone ? I've been with Tianjiao for so long, and I haven't felt as many benefits as you say. Did you

feel so many benefits from Tianjiao?"

"Of course!"

The Goddess of the Moon blurted out without thinking, "If it weren't for Tianjiao, how could I have recovered so quickly..."

Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly realized something was wrong, and seeing the mischievous smiles on the faces of Holy Mother Leiyin and the other women, she suddenly

understood.

In an instant, the Moon Goddess's face turned as red as a sheet of red cloth, filled with shame and anger. Disregarding her status, in

front of everyone, she grabbed the Thunderclap Mother and scolded, "You slut, you dared to trick me with words! See if I'll let you off!"

As she spoke, she reached for the Thunderclap Mother's beautiful waist, tickling her.

The Thunderclap Mother begged for mercy, promising never to do it again. But the Moon Goddess wouldn't let her off so easily,

her hands continuing to tickle her, saying, "I'll teach you to talk, I'll teach you to talk..."

Unable to resist the Moon Goddess's tickling, the Thunderclap Mother couldn't help but laugh,

then turned around and tickled the Moon Goddess in return. The Moon Goddess also couldn't help but laugh. The two of them embraced and rolled onto

the snow.

Seeing the two Saint-level experts laughing and arguing like little girls, the other women couldn't help but smile. But just then, a

loud howl... a high-pitched roar came from afar, like a dragon's cry, yet extremely shrill and terrifying!

Upon hearing the voice, everyone's expression changed. Princess Sandalwood exclaimed, "It's Chi Huo! Chi Huo is back!"

She turned and ran out of the courtyard. The other women followed. Even the Thunderclap Mother and

the Moon Goddess, who had been playfully fighting, stopped involuntarily, scrambled to their feet from the snow, and rushed to the plaza.

They all sensed something was wrong with Chi Huo's voice and felt a sense of unease. They knew that just

yesterday , the strategist Xiong Yi… also known as Qin Wu, had ridden Chi Huo away, saying he was going to take care of something. Now that Chi Huo

had returned, its cry so mournful, could something have happened?

The women returned to the plaza, their eyes fixed on the city gate.

A biting wind howled, snowflakes danced lightly, and from the distant Wind Fortress gate came a crimson

steed, galloping like a flash of lightning. The steed raced like lightning, occasionally rearing up and neighing sharply. A man was carried across its saddle; judging from his clothing

, he seemed to be Xiong Yi.

A biting wind howled, snowflakes danced lightly, and the mournful roars of dragon beasts added to the desolate, sorrowful atmosphere of the land

.

It was the Crimson Dragon Beast, Crimson Fire! The women recognized it clearly, and seeing the familiar clothing of the person on its saddle,

their expressions changed drastically, and their sense of foreboding intensified.

After entering the plaza, the Crimson Dragon Beast consciously slowed its pace, its hooves swishing through the snow as it slowly approached the women

.

The Crimson Dragon Beast, with its slow,

deliberate Each hoofbeat seemed to pound against their hearts, causing them to clench their fists, a suffocating feeling of

tension washing over them.

In a short while, the Crimson Dragon Beast drew nearer. Seemingly intelligent, it consciously moved towards Xiao Yunhua, who was in the center

, stopping five or six steps away. Almost simultaneously, *thud!* The person on the Crimson Dragon Beast's back fell, sprawling

on the snow.

In that instant, everyone recognized the man's face and almost simultaneously exclaimed, "Strategist Xiong..."

Xiao Yunhua's figure flashed, and she was already beside Qin Wu, reaching out to help him up. Suddenly, Jian Hou shouted, "Don't touch

him..."

A figure flashed, and Jian Hou was beside Xiao Yunhua, pulling her away, saying, "Be careful, it might be a trap!"

At this moment, the women all gathered around, and when they saw the person on the snow, they all paled in horror.

The person on the ground was Qin Wu, no doubt! But he was already dead! Blood oozed from his facial features, and his face was black, clearly indicating he had died

from poisoning . Jian Hou carefully bent down to examine him and found the body cold and stiff, with extremely pale skin, clearly indicating he had been dead

for a long time.

"Strategist Xiong!"

Cao Jianqin gasped softly, covering her face, and the others also wore expressions of sorrow.

Qin Wu was Wu Tianjiao's right-hand man, highly valued by Wu Tianjiao, and

deeply respected by the women. No one had expected him to die like this.

Qin Wu was resourceful, knowledgeable, and an invaluable talent. His death was like losing

an arm of Wu Tianjiao, severely damaging Fengbao. Therefore, everyone felt a sense of shared grief.

Besides poisoning, Qin Wu's body bore several wounds on his back—inscriptions

deliberately . The cold weather had congealed the blood, freezing it into ice, but the words remained clear:

"This blood-written message is addressed to the young Wu family member: You killed my son, seized my fortress, and plundered my family's wealth. This blood feud is irreconcilable. Your

head is hereby entrusted to me; I will return to collect it soon." "Today I present the corpse of the traitor Xiong Yi, hoping you will accept it with a smile. Xiong Shiguang, Lord of Xiong Family Fortress. "

Upon seeing these blood-written words, the square fell silent. The women's faces were solemn, their pupils narrowed, and

hatred shone in their eyes. No one uttered a word. The blood-written words clearly stated that the murderer of Qin Wu was none other than Xiong Shiguang, a remnant of the Xiong family

.

The wind was cold, the snow was cold, and the women's hearts were even colder. The loss of Qin Wu

was greater than the loss suffered by Feng Fortress at the hands of the Heavenly Dragon Sect. It is said: "A thousand soldiers are easy to find, but a general is hard to come by." A general like Qin Wu is far more than a thousand soldiers!

Fortunately, Wu Tianjiao is currently unaware of Qin Wu's death; otherwise… the women couldn't help but worry. If he saw

Qin Wu's corpse, would he be heartbroken? Would he be consumed by grief and indignation?

That night, a mourning hall was set up high within Feng Fortress, and white lanterns and banners were hung everywhere. All the warriors of Feng Fortress

wore black armbands in mourning to express their grief for Qin Wu.

After news of Qin Wu's death spread, although he had once been the Xiong family's strategist, and

as the saying goes, "one is corrupted by one's company," the people of Fengcheng inevitably harbored some resentment towards him. However, he had reformed and was now a subordinate of the new city lord,

working diligently and contributing significantly to Fengcheng's prosperity. Now that he was dead,

even the lingering resentment vanished.

With death comes the dissipation of resentment. Seeing the grand funeral held for Qin Wu in Fengcheng, and the deep sorrow in everyone's

hearts, the people of Fengcheng, out of affection for him, spontaneously hung white banners or lanterns in front of their homes as a sign of

mourning. Thus, white lanterns and banners adorned the doors of every household in Fengcheng, shrouding the entire city in

a somber atmosphere.

This year's spring snow was exceptionally heavy, falling for a full day and night, blanketing everything in

white; all that could be seen was snow, and nothing but snow.

The heavy snow covered everything, including Wu Tianjiao and Princess Pingbei, who were sleeping under the open sky.

Wu Tianjiao, currently united with Princess Pingbei, was completely unaware of what was happening outside. It was as if he had

a sensual yet cruel dream, in which he suffered unparalleled rape and torture at the hands of Princess Pingbei. It was like

hell and heaven, one moment pleasure, the next torment, repeating endlessly…

until finally, when everything calmed down, the image of Death reappeared in Wu Tianjiao's mind.

The two fought fiercely, and finally, he knocked Death to the ground, opened his mouth wide, and devoured Death's

body piece by piece, tearing off chunks of flesh—bloody and terrifying…

With each piece of Death's flesh he ate, Wu Tianjiao felt incredibly excited and his body felt exceptionally comfortable. When

he finished eating Death's body and there was nothing left to eat, he grinned and habitually said, "I'm full!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, his mind suddenly cleared, and he felt a chill all over his body, yet inexplicably comfortable.

He moved his hand, and everything he touched was icy cold. Startled, he suddenly opened his eyes wide and sat up straight.

A large snowflake fell from above. Shaking his head, Wu Tianjiao realized he was in a snowdrift.

Beneath him was something warm and cozy. Upon closer inspection, it was none other than Princess Pingbei.

She was still awake from her slumber, a smile on her face. Her delicate skin was flushed, and she was indescribably

beautiful and adorable, making one reluctant to wake her.

"So beautiful!"

Wu Tianjiao couldn't help but lower his head and kiss Princess Pingbei's face. All that had happened

flashed through his mind, vivid and clear. He felt a secret gratitude towards Princess Pingbei beneath him; thank goodness it was her, otherwise…

A gust of cold wind blew by, and Wu Tianjiao shivered. Looking up, he saw the sun shining brightly,

almost blindingly so. He breathed a sigh of relief and muttered, "Thank goodness! I'm still alive, not

swallowed by death!"

Looking at the sleeping Princess Pingbei, gratitude aside, his lust remained unchanged. His hands began to wander again

, while his little prince was still tightly connected to Princess Pingbei's fairy-like body. At this moment, no man

could resist the urge for morning exercise.

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