Chapter 5 of the Wind and Moon Continent: A Glimmer of Hope Amidst Despair

A black sword appeared before them. The man at the forefront reacted with lightning speed, immediately attacking. His narrow-bladed blade slashed out with ruthless force, aiming to cleave the charging figure in two.

The strike missed, as if hitting an illusion. The sound of the blade cutting through the air filled the air, and the hand holding the sword was gripped by a powerful claw, hilt and all, with a crisp cracking sound. Then, fiery red sword energy surged, a heat at the waist, and he was cleaved in two at the waist.

His upper body was then violently thrown into the air, knocking down a companion. Like a tiger among sheep, swords and blades swung wildly, wind and thunder arose, fiery red sword energy surged in all directions, and deafening

screams filled the air. Human bodies were thrown in all directions, heads split, limbs broken, blood and flesh flying everywhere—the scene was gruesome. What a rapid and brutal battle! Two charges and three maneuvers, and more than ten self-proclaimed invincible masters had fallen.

Before arriving, they had all heard of Ye Tianlong's terrifying power, but they never imagined it would reach this level.

Before him, swords and blades became useless, and even hidden weapons couldn't hit his lightning-fast, elusive figure. Anyone touched was either killed or seriously injured; without a chance to escape, how could they possibly survive?

The remaining two turned and ran like madmen, fleeing in disarray.

"Stop right there! Confess the mastermind, and I will not spare you!"

Ye Tianlong roared, charging out of the inn. Behind him lay a field of corpses, none intact.

He felled one with a single sword strike, but unexpectedly, another man disappeared into the small village. Having just enjoyed the slaughter, Ye Tianlong realized that no one was left alive, so he had no choice but to pursue them into the village, hoping to get some clues from the last man.

Since few people knew Ye Tianlong had returned to Esnia, how could these people be so clever as to attack him in this place? This kind of unseen enemy is the most terrifying, so Ye Tianlong couldn't let go.

There were hardly any people in the small village; clearly, the fight at the village entrance had alerted everyone inside, and everyone had hidden themselves.

"Damn it, how am I supposed to find him?"

Looking at the empty village paths, Ye Tianlong couldn't help but groan inwardly. Searching for a highly skilled person in such a place was extremely difficult.

A groan came from the alley ahead. Ye Tianlong's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly flew over.

Lying at the alley entrance was a hunched-over man, groaning incessantly, with a cane beside him.

"Ah!" The old man cried out in fright upon suddenly seeing Ye Tianlong appear before him.

"What happened?" Ye Tianlong had no time to think carefully; he grabbed the old man and asked.

"Someone just ran past me and knocked me down," the old man said, panting.

Ye Tianlong was overjoyed and quickly continued to press, "Grandpa, did you see him run off in that direction?"

"He...he..." the old man gasped for breath for a while.

Anxious from waiting, Ye Tianlong peered ahead, about to impatiently press for more information.

Suddenly, a loud "thud" echoed as he felt a violent jolt in his spine. An incredibly heavy blow, like a mountain, sent him stumbling forward, his vision blurring, a sweet, metallic taste rising in his throat.

He had misjudged; the old man's cane was made of pure iron, its force unprecedented, nearly breaking his spine.

Even more terrifying was the drug leaking from the old man's waist as he struck, disrupting Ye Tianlong's internal energy. In fact, the conspiracy had begun the moment Ye Tianlong approached the old man. No wonder the old man had a strange smell; Ye Tianlong had assumed it was due to old age and illness, but it was actually a mask for the drug's odor. Because the dose was small, Ye Tianlong hadn't noticed it immediately.

Experience told him that anyone who plotted against him wouldn't leave after just one strike; they would at least check on his condition, and during that check, they would undoubtedly deliver one or two more heavy blows.

At that moment, Ye Tianlong took the most correct approach. The moment his hands touched the ground, he immediately endured the pain, performed a rapid forward roll, curled his body into a ball, rolled twice forward, then rolled to the side and fled.

The sound of his iron crutch hitting the ground was extremely dull. To his left and right, three hidden weapons were embedded in the ground. If he didn't get up, the iron crutch would be enough to kill him. If he rolled to the side, whether to the left or right, there were terrifying hidden weapons waiting for him.

Amidst shouts, a large number of figures appeared on the surrounding walls, even blocking both ends of the road.

Ye Tianlong knew very well that he had fallen into a very sophisticated plan, aimed at taking his life. If he didn't escape now, he would truly perish in this small village.

Although the village roads weren't wide, the houses were built in a staggered pattern, forming alleyways and wheat-drying threshing grounds. People appeared from all directions; the tide had turned.

Ye Tianlong let out a long, mournful howl, suppressing his churning blood and qi. He had to break through the encirclement before his energy dissipated. It could be said that the current situation was even more dangerous than being trapped at the foot of White Stone Mountain by the 100,000-strong Western army, because every moment that passed brought Ye Tianlong one step closer to the collapse of his energy.

"Ye Tianlong, you can't escape now. Surrender quickly, and you can still save your life."

In his increasingly confused state, a voice drifted over—a beautiful woman's voice. Ye Tianlong strained his eyes and saw a young woman wearing the robes of the Temple of the Wind. However, his vision was blurred, so he couldn't clearly see her features.

"It's the Temple, it's the Temple..."

A voice deep within his heart cried out. Ye Tianlong couldn't wait any longer. Although he could gather more power, the poison would also penetrate more deeply, and the enemy's encirclement would tighten even further.

With a bang, Ye Tianlong crashed into the wall beside him.

"This guy's gone mad, actually ramming into a wall!"

A man rushing over chuckled, but soon he realized something was wrong.

The wall collapsed with a roar, and Ye Tianlong passed right through it. Relying on the power of the Heavenly Demon Holy Sword in his hand, Ye Tianlong passed through several walls in succession, sand and stones flying everywhere, chickens and dogs scattering, the scene extremely chaotic.

The people from the Temple of the Wind couldn't keep up with him. They wanted to climb onto the roof to chase after him, but they were afraid of going the wrong way. Following Ye Tianlong, their eyes and hearing were obscured by the sandstorm.

In a moment of carelessness, Ye Tianlong managed to escape through the wall before they could surround him. The woman who had spoken was furious. She shouted and commanded her people to chase after Ye Tianlong in the direction he had fled.

"Ye Tianlong, stop!"

After passing through another wall, there was a grassland ahead, where three people wielding swords were lined up.

The leader uttered each word with a sharp, steely force, each syllable like a steel cone, deeply embedded in the skull and piercing the heart. The strange, terrifying sonic waves could cause one's skull to shatter and their heart to sink.

Ye Tianlong's mind was already on the verge of collapse; the poison was rapidly eroding his strength and his sanity. Without

a word, he charged forward like a raging bull.

"Well done, die!"

The words fell, and the blade flashed like lightning. The sonic waves from the sharp blade cutting through the air were like a sudden clap of thunder.

The fiery red sword energy of the Heavenly Demon Holy Sword erupted instantly, engulfing the opponent's saber energy. With a soft sound, the saber was severed by the sword energy, followed by the body of the saber wielder. Misjudging the power of the divine weapon and Ye Tianlong's strength resulted in a fatal price.

The fiery red sword energy continued to swirl wildly, the figure appearing and disappearing like a phantom. With a flash to the left, the sword moved like lightning, knocking away the opponent's sword and

striking the center. Twisting and pulling back, it shot to the right, meeting the saber light with another strike. With a soft thud, the other saber wielder's chest was pierced by the sword energy, but Ye Tianlong was also at his limit. Although the other swordsman's sword was broken and his head was cleaved in half, the broken blade still left a deep bloody gash on Ye Tianlong's body.

Because it was a broken sword, it didn't pierce Ye Tianlong's body, which was fortunate for him; otherwise, he would have been dead. Now, the enormous force of the blow caused Ye Tianlong to stagger forward.

In front of the meadow lay a lake. Ye Tianlong, unable to stop himself, fell headfirst into the water.

The icy water jolted him awake from his semi-conscious state. He knew the people of the Wind Temple wouldn't give up easily, and if they caught up to him, he wouldn't even have the strength to fight back.

There were many weeds along the lakeshore. Ye Tianlong quickly tore off his tattered clothes and threw them far into the lake. Then, he curled up as much as possible and buried himself completely in a hollow under the weeds.

After holding his breath, he entered a state of annihilation. This was a recuperation technique Ye Tianlong had learned from the royal master, originally used to regulate his internal energy, but now it proved surprisingly effective.

However, there was one problem: in his current state, without anyone coming to his rescue, Ye Tianlong would have to remain buried there indefinitely. He was essentially gambling with his life.

Fortunately, the Wind Temple forces who had pursued him, after inspecting the scene, determined that Ye Tianlong had jumped into the lake to escape after fighting with the three guards. They were also puzzled as to why the poison hadn't worked.

However, the Wind Temple forces dared not linger, as this was Ye Tianlong's territory. Besides, judging from the situation, Ye Tianlong was likely seriously injured and might not survive long in the icy lake.

They searched the lake with boats for Ye Tianlong, but after a while, they found nothing, though they did retrieve his tattered clothes.

"Miss, a large army is approaching on the main road,"

a lookout at the village entrance reported. This situation forced the Wind Temple forces to abandon their search and quickly retreat with the body.

The army arrived swiftly, led by goddess warriors such as Yuzhu and Cynthia. Feeling extremely uneasy in their camp, they had bid farewell to Lidie and immediately led several hundred city guards along Ye Tianlong's route.

Seeing the state of the village, Yu Zhu and Cynthia were terrified. They immediately ordered the city guards to surround the entire village and sent messengers back to Esnia to report.

Soon, five thousand armored knights from the city guards arrived from Esnia and joined the search.

Thanks to the mysterious connection between Yu Zhu and Ye Tianlong, they finally found Ye Tianlong, who was buried in the weeds and shallow water, at dusk.

Seeing Ye Tianlong's lifeless state, Yu Zhu and Cynthia were filled with dread.

Yu Zhu threw herself on Ye Tianlong's body, and dark energy entered through the pulse points on his hands, rapidly circulating within his body.

The energy drew in, and Ye Tianlong's internal energy also reacted slightly, though very weakly, it filled Yu Zhu with ecstatic joy.

"Young Master is alive!"

The tense hearts of Cynthia and the other goddess warriors were somewhat relieved. By this time, after investigating the villagers, the number and whereabouts of the enemy had been determined, and the kill order for the Temple of Wind was spread in all directions as quickly as possible.

"How have things been these past few days?"

Ye Tianlong asked Yu Zhu, who stood beside him, while stretching his limbs. After three days of rest and recuperation, Ye Tianlong's injuries had completely healed. Apart from a slightly pale complexion, there was no indication that he had once teetered on the brink of death.

Although the life-or-death situation was extremely dangerous, Ye Tianlong's ability to persevere had also allowed his martial arts skills to improve significantly.

After such a terrible ordeal, more of his internal functions had been unleashed, unleashing greater potential. In this respect, Ye Tianlong could be considered to have benefited from the misfortune.

"Esnia is in chaos. There have been riots in various parishes, but those arrested aren't from the temple. The temple people are keeping a very low profile, seemingly afraid of being caught doing something wrong. The two priests and Archmage Stephen, among others, are all hiding in the temple, making no move whatsoever,"

Yu Zhu reported truthfully to Ye Tianlong over the past three days. Naturally, her focus was on the Temple of Wind and the Temple of the Fast Empire.

"The Temple of Wind and the Giant Spirit Clan seem to have vanished from Esnia. There's been no trace of them from the temple either. They probably really thought they had succeeded in attacking you, so they fled far away."

"Damn it! Do they think they can get away with such despicable acts against me?

I will never let them get away

with this!" Speaking of the Temple of Wind, Ye Tianlong felt a surge of hatred. They had tried to harm him more than once, and this time they had used such despicable methods to ambush him. Ye Tianlong was utterly disgusted with this group of self-proclaimed righteous people.

"I've ordered all our spies and informants to track their movements with all their might. Report back immediately if anything is found. We must eliminate these despicable fellows with swift and decisive action." Yu Zhu also harbored deep hatred for the people of the Wind Temple, her tone filled with murderous intent.

"How is Yue Ru?" After moving around a bit, Ye Tianlong suddenly remembered Yue Ru, who had been attacked on the same day as him.

He had only learned of the attack yesterday, having just recovered from his state of internal meditation. Hearing that Yue Ru had also been attacked enraged him.

"Miss Yue Ru's internal injuries haven't healed yet. It's said she was injured by the Giant Spirit Clan, and she still needs to rest in bed for a while." Yu Zhu said, then smiled slightly and said to Ye Tianlong, "Young Master, you know, this has caused a lot of work to pile up, making Her Majesty the Empress overworked day and night, and incredibly irritable. Even with you, she only comes to check on you every day."

Thinking of the Empress's angry appearance, Ye Tianlong couldn't help but laugh and said to Yu Zhu, "Actually, this is for the best. It saves her from thinking about fun all day; now she has to focus on handling daily affairs."

"By the way, the Empress asked me to tell you, Young Master, that once you recover, you should immediately go to Wuyou Palace to see her. Originally, she wanted you to move there, but she was afraid of disturbing you, so she didn't dare to move."

"Alright then! Let's go to Wuyou Palace." At this point, Ye Tianlong remembered something and asked Yu Zhu, "How is Feng Wu's situation?"

“A letter arrived yesterday, saying that my elder sister will be joining us soon.”

As Yuzhu was speaking, Cynthia hurriedly walked in, carrying several documents: “Young master, good news. General Lidie has completely defeated Yang Han’s remaining troops, and even Yang Han himself has been killed by Zhuanzhu, the vanguard general under General Lidie.”

Ye Tianlong's spirits lifted, and he hurriedly took the battle report handed to him by Cynthia. After reading it carefully, he was both surprised and delighted.

It turned out that Yang Han was able to regroup his troops and launch a counterattack in such a short time because he had received support from Yunaia. Yunaia originally planned to use Yang Han's remnants as bait to lure Lidie into leading her army out to attack, and then ambush Lidie on the predetermined battlefield. However, after Lidie saw through the plan, she turned the tables and annihilated Yang Han's troops on the spot.

"It seems that Yunaia has withdrawn from the battlefield of the Northern Legion." When he heard that Lidie was currently facing off against Yunaia's army in Mengcheng County, Ye Tianlong couldn't help but say thoughtfully.

“It’s said that Yuna and the Northern Legion have reached a secret agreement, and Zhao Wuji’s army has already retreated.” Cynthia, standing to the side, handed another document to Ye Tianlong: “This is intelligence that was quickly transmitted by Tianlong spies through Mingyu Pavilion.”

“Good heavens, they really are going to unite against us.” Ye Tianlong glanced at the intelligence in his hand and then casually handed it to Yuzhu: “Notify the lords of all departments to prepare. We will hold a royal meeting at Wuyou Palace tomorrow.”

“Yes, young master.” Yuzhu responded and was about to turn around to give instructions to her subordinates.

Ye Tianlong stopped her: “Have Rutu send more people to keep an eye on the temple. Once they discover any unusual activity, eliminate them immediately.”

After lunch, Ye Tianlong and his party were preparing to go to Wuyou Palace to see Empress Qian when news came from the people they had placed in the temple that Stephen and his group were planning some action.

For safety's sake, Ye Tianlong decided to assign Cynthia and other goddess warriors to keep an eye on the people in the temple. After all, archmages like Stephen were top-tier experts, and ordinary people simply couldn't handle them. At the same time, Ye Tianlong secretly mobilized five thousand armored knights from the city guards to stand by near the temple.

Once everything was arranged, Ye Tianlong, along with Yuzhu, set off for the Palace of No Worries.

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