Before dawn, it was all darkness. The fire crackled. Occasionally, a few sparks would leap out and draw out a fleeting red mark in the air. These red marks were reflected in Haitang's eyes and appeared particularly strange.
She stood up and looked at Fan Xian. Quietly, she said, "What exactly do you want to do?" Or rather, what exactly had Fan Xian done in these three days?
"I haven't done anything." Fan Xian's back was to her. His back appeared particularly straight. "I only want to keep you for three days."
Haitang's pupils constricted slightly. She had been tricked by Fan Xian into coming out for three days. The aces in the court had followed Chief Su Bida and followed them for three days. Indeed, Fan Xian didn't need to do anything personally, but something must have gone wrong in the court.
This woman was someone who could take things up and let them go. She glanced at Fan Xian calmly and then turned to walk toward the back of the tribe. Her footsteps were not very urgent, but her speed was very fast. Like a sprite on the grasslands, she flew 30 feet in a flash.
"It's too late for you to go back." Fan Xian turned around and looked at her calmly. "You and the Northern Qi Emperor tricked me once and tricked me a few times. The Central Plain people in the court are all Northern Qi people, yet you are still tricking me. These people working in the court are dangerous people for the Qing Kingdom. I have to get rid of them."
Haitang stopped walking. She knew what Fan Xian said was true. If something strange had happened in the court during these three days, even if she rushed back now, it would be too late. "The crescent sea is heavily guarded. Since you didn't act personally, who did it?"
Without waiting for Fan Xian's reply, a dark and cold image seeped into her heart. She had not forgotten that the Overwatch Council had the best assassin in the world. The Chief was not in the court, and all the aces were out. If that assassin acted, who could stop him? The Shadow of the Overwatch Council would never miss an attack.
Regardless of whether Haitang or the Chief were able to stay in the court, they probably would not give the Shadow any chance to act. Thinking of this, Haitang finally understood why Fan Xian had revealed himself to lure her to find him and lure the Chief to follow the two of them.
"Your heart is indeed becoming harder and harder." She turned around and looked at Fan Xian. She was not angry, only lonely. "Is there anyone in this world that you are not willing to use?"
Fan Xian had used Haitang, but he did not feel any remorse in his heart. The two of them were already enemies.
"I am not a heartless person." He then shook his arms and leapt toward her. The Tyrannical zhenqi in his body bloomed to its limit in an instant, shaking the night sky and grasslands into chaos. Like a tornado, it swept forward.
Haitang's eyes lit up as she watched the god-like man approach her. She reached out from her thin leather robe and drew a semicircle beside her, stabilizing the flow of air around her in the time it took for a spark to fly off a flint.
A moment ago, there was endless affection and sorrow at parting. In the next moment, a storm suddenly rose. Fan Xian was like a god of death under the moonlit night. Carrying the grass and sparks around him, he struck out with a fist that was like thunder.
Haitang Duoduo's figure flashed and disappeared in front of this storm. In the next moment, she appeared in front of Fan Xian in the eye of the storm. Using her fingers as a sword, she stabbed out at an angle. It was as if she wanted to knock down the moon in the sky.
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The crescent sea reflected the moon in the sky. It was beautiful, clear, and serene. The people around the sea were sleeping deeply. Only the serving girls who had woken up early began to walk into the sea to prepare to fill the water for the nobles to wash.
A serving girl looked at the hunched mute servant and smiled. She took out a piece of cake from her clothes and handed it over. This mute servant had been picked up from the grasslands by the Danghu family four months ago. His body was a bit handicapped, but he had great strength. Using him to do rough work was the most convenient. However, because he could not speak and was a slave, he was often bullied by the young nobles around the court. He looked very pitiful.
If it weren't for these kind Hu girls helping him out daily, this mute servant probably wouldn't have lived for more than a few days.
The mute servant accepted the cake the Hu girls handed him and smiled ingratiatingly. His throat made a croaking sound as if he wanted to express his thanks. The Hu girls giggled and almost broke the peace of the crescent sea before dawn.
The mute servant walked toward the meadow behind the crescent sea. Every day at dawn, he would go pick up sheep dung. The people in the court had long become used to this sight.
Today, this mute servant walked through the meadow and the dense sheep dung. His body remained hunched and he didn't even glance at the sheep dung. Usually, he would be happy to run into so much sheep dung. Today, he would not be happy because he no longer had to pick up sheep dung.
Walking to a patch of long grass, the mute servant slowly took out an iron drill from his bosom and stabbed it into the soil. With a shake of his right palm, the iron drill that was stained with blood was shaken several feet into the soil with a puchi sound. Not a single trace of it could be found!
The mute servant pressed his dry lips together and closed his eyes to think back to the process of his actions. After confirming he had not missed anything, he once again raised his feet. His body was still hunched as he slowly walked into the depths of the grasslands. No one knew how long it would take before he could walk back to the Central Plain.
The surroundings of the crescent sea were calm. No one noticed that a mute servant had left the place he had lived in for four months. The security around the King's tent appeared tight, but in reality, it appeared lifeless, particularly the people from the Central Plain who the Chief placed great importance on. The important figures responsible for communicating with Qingzhou and Dingzhou lived in tents that were particularly deathly silent.
Wei Wucheng's body was weak. He couldn't speak at all. He couldn't even move a finger. However, his teeth chattered endlessly and made a rattling sound. He looked at the dead people around him and felt a chill rise from the depths of his heart.
He was responsible for the court's accounts and trade. He knew that the colleagues around him were all powerful figures from the Qi Kingdom. If these people hadn't helped the Chief, the power on the grasslands would not have been able to fight the Iron Riders of the Qing Kingdom in the past year or so and reap so many benefits from it.
However, these people had all died. Only he had survived.
He thought of the scene earlier. Terror rose in his heart. It made him want to scream, but he couldn't make a sound.
The Shadow, the God of Death, had controlled him like a ghost and then easily and slowly massacred everyone in the tent. No one made a sound or had any reaction.
Wei Wucheng didn't know who that person was or why he hadn't killed him. Chatting could preserve his life. This was a benefit no one could think of. He only sank into endless terror. His pupils constricted nervously. He felt that this patch of darkness would never be able to turn into light.
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One finger picked up the moon. The fingertip was slender and ordinary, but it seemed to contain the brilliance of heaven and earth. In an instant, it broke through the wind and intent and lifted toward Fan Xian's throat. His fist had already struck empty air. It brushed past Haitang's right shoulder and crashed into the grasslands, sending up a large cloud of dirt and grass.
Borrowing the power of heaven and earth to do things naturally, no school was more powerful than Tianyi Dao. The shadow of the moon gradually disappeared. The view on the grasslands was blurry. With Haitang's sliding step and attack, it was as if she could sense every wisp of wind and every grain of grass on the grasslands. She moved gracefully toward Fan Xian.
Fan Xian had learned the Heart of Tianyi Dao from this girl's family. When it came to the cultivation of borrowing power, he was far from Haitang's match.
His eyes narrowed, with a flick of his left finger, a small knife spun two rounds on his fingertip, it left the sheath, a cold light flashed, a [Beheading Moon], chopped towards the fingertip a few inches away from his throat.
Given their cultivation realms, regardless of whether it was a finger or a movement, as long as it touched the other person's body and zhenqi entered through the bridge, it would heavily injure the other person. Thus, Fan Xian had to stop the finger that was too light to the point of being unable to catch a trace.
In order to hide his identity, he did not have a sleeve crossbow on him. There was no black dagger in his boots. Where did this knife come from?
The small knife light was about to chop Haitang's finger. In this moment, everything seemed to slow down. The little knife could be seen clearly. It was the gift Haitang had given to the young master of Fan Xian's family earlier.
Haitang's eyes grew brighter and brighter. This brightness carried an indescribable feeling. Her finger did not pull back and did not respond at all. It continued to point toward Fan Xian's throat as if she did not see the knife.
Fan Xian sighed in his heart. His left hand relaxed slightly, and the knife light immediately retracted.
Unexpectedly, he did not care about Haitang's finger pointing toward his throat. Instead, he slammed it down toward Haitang's chest.
Fan Xian pulled back his knife, Haitang pulled back her finger, Fan Xian brought down his palm, and Haitang returned to protect. These were four simple movements, but they had to be done so cleanly and without any hesitation. In this world, probably only when these two young people faced each other could there be such a miraculous scene.
In the end, Fan Xian had the first move. His palm had already landed on Haitang's chest.
Haitang's eyes grew brighter and brighter. She did not pay any attention to this palm. Instead, her fingers spread out gently like the autumn grass floating in the night wind on the grasslands. Strand by strand, they wrapped around Fan Xian's arm and restrained his right arm.
In a flash, Fan Xian and Haitang Duoduo each had a chance to kill the other. This opportunity had even been purposely left by the other, but neither of them could act.
This was the first time the two of them had met by the North Sea. After Fan Xian had used aphrodisiac and poetry to move her soul, and Haitang had responded with light, it was the continuation of the battle of hearts between the two major figures of the younger generation of Northern Qi and the Qing Kingdom that had lasted for years.
It looked like he had moved his hand, but in reality, he had moved his heart.
Haitang gambled that Fan Xian's knife aimed at her finger would not go down, and Fan Xian abandoned his knife.
Fan Xian gambled that Haitang's finger aimed at his throat would not go down, and Haitang pulled back her finger.
Haitang gambled that Fan Xian's palm aimed at her chest would not go down, and so she bound his right arm.
If they both couldn't bear it, why act?
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There was a strange smile on Fan Xian's face as he looked at Haitang in front of him. Although the two of them knew that this attack would probably be futile in the end, he still acted.
Haitang placed her hand on his finger and spat out the pure zhenqi of Tianyi Dao, stopping the Tyrannical zhenqi in Fan Xian's right arm from charging forward. It immediately made the palm he had imprinted on her chest useless.
Fan Xian still acted. There was no threat or zhenqi. He moved around Haitang's clothes.
The place where his palm pressed was very wonderful, very soft, and very gentle.
Thus, this move was very enchanting.
Haitang was very angry, and her heart was slightly in chaos.
Fan Xian's left hand, which had abandoned his knife, quietly brushed up in the instant her heart was slightly in chaos. It brushed against the side of Haitang's ear. With a gentle flick of his little finger, a golden needle pierced into the pressure point below Haitang's ear.
He wanted to kidnap Haitang and bring her back to the Central Plain. He wanted the trap Ku He had set to stop tormenting this pitiful girl's state of mind. Thus, he thought long and hard and was willing to take the risk to capture her.
It was this needle.
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The pride of a generation, the Northern Qi saint girl, Haitang Duoduo, had finally lost. She had lost to Fan Xian on this quiet grassland.
In the fourth year of the Qing calendar, Haitang Duoduo had emerged from the mountains. She had fought dozens of battles, large and small, and had never tasted defeat. Her reputation flourished until an immortal poet and a young ace appeared in the Qing Kingdom. From then on, the people of the world discussed fervently if Haitang Duoduo met Fan Xian, who would win?
On the shore of the North Sea, Haitang had first met Fan Xian. At that time, Fan Xian was not a match for Haitang at all. He had only relied on the footwork Uncle Wu Zhu had personally taught him to barely dodge. Using poisonous needles and poisonous smoke, he had held on on the meadow. Fan Xian had not lost. Relying on his shamelessness and ruthlessness, he had successfully forced Haitang back. Did they remember that the North Sea was full of spring?
After that, Haitang and Fan Xian had never truly exchanged blows. Both of them knew that if it was just a contest of martial arts, Fan Xian was no match for Haitang. However, if it was a life and death battle, given Fan Xian's ruthlessness, even if Haitang could kill Fan Xian, she would probably have to pay a great price.
After that, the two of them became friends. The entire world began to sing about this scandal. Everyone knew that it was impossible for the two of them to fight. Some people couldn't help but feel disappointed. If these disappointed people knew what had happened on the grasslands, they would certainly be very excited.
Haitang Duoduo had finally lost to Sir Fan junior. More accurately, she had lost to Fan Xian's even more shameless and sinister nature.
The golden needle trembled under Haitang's glistening ear. Fan Xian's fingers gently pinched the needle. His expression was very serious. He endlessly used this thin needle to pour zhenqi into Haitang's meridians. His right hand had long broken free of Haitang's control. It pressed swiftly on the girl's body. He had to completely control her.
In Jiangnan, the injuries in his body had been healed by Tianyi Dao's zhenqi. Fan Xian knew better than anyone the recovery power of Tianyi Dao's zhenqi. The golden needle pressing into a meridian point could only make Haitang's body freeze for a moment. To truly control her and not harm her, he could only use his Tyrannical zhenqi to forcefully seal the meridians in her body.
However, Fan Xian's fingers, which carried a strong wind, gradually slowed. His gaze was very serious and even carried a glimmer of sorrow.
Finally, he stopped his fingers. His left hand also slowly left the golden needle.
With a crisp crack, the golden needle under Haitang's ear broke inch by inch.
Such a thin and soft golden needle pressed into an important meridian point under her ear was broken by the zhenqi in her body. What a powerful rebound.
With a pfft, Haitang spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. Her face immediately paled, but her eyes remained bright. She calmly looked at the sorrowful Fan Xian in front of her. Wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth, she said, "I've already injured my internal organs. I'm not a match for you. You can try to keep me here."
Fan Xian was silent. He knew what had happened in Haitang's body earlier. When he had used his Tyrannical zhenqi to forcefully seal her meridians, the pure Tianyi Dao zhenqi in Haitang's body had begun to counterattack. It counterattacked without regard for its own life and death, forcefully attacking every spot where his fingers had landed.
If Fan Xian had forcefully continued, at most he would have used up a great deal of zhenqi and still been able to control Haitang. However, Haitang's decisive zhenqi flowing in the opposite direction would cause her meridians to explode and make her a useless person.
After a moment of silence, Fan Xian lowered his head and sadly said, "Even if you die, you still won't come with me?"
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Haitang looked at him calmly. Fresh blood dripped from the corner of her lips. Slowly, she said, "If my heart wasn't in chaos, how could you control me? If your heart wasn't in chaos, how could you let go of a great opportunity to capture me in one move and throw Xi Lake into chaos? I don't want to die, but I know you won't let me die. "
Fan Xian was silent for a moment and then said, "Thank you."
He was thanking Haitang for her trust in him. He was thanking her for knowing his heart and his feelings. Although the two of them had never said it explicitly, they had long known each other. It was like the night on the grasslands or the moon at the edge of the night line, clear and difficult to forget.
After giving his thanks, Fan Xian looked at Haitang and said each word clearly, "Do you really want to stay in Xi Lake and become my enemy on the battlefield?"
"I have my perseverance, and you have yours, no?" A strange light bloomed on Haitang's ordinary face. There was 20 percent stubbornness, 30 percent confidence, and 50 percent perseverance.
Fan Xian gritted his teeth and said angrily in a low voice, "This is Ku He's arrangement. What kind of person are you? Why should you obediently listen to his arrangements? "
This was what Fan Xian was most angry about. What he hated the most in this life was having his life controlled by those terrifying old creatures. He firmly believed that his life would be free. This was something more important than the grasslands or Northern Qi.
Haitang looked at him calmly like she was looking at a child. "If I listen to you and leave the grasslands, won't I also listen to your arrangements?"
Fan Xian was startled. He knew what she meant.
"The grasslands cannot fall into chaos. I have to stay." Haitang looked at him and said, "I don't know what you've done these three days. Perhaps I won't be able to stop you in time, but I have to think of a way to stop the chaos on the grasslands."
Fan Xian was silent for a moment. He then shook his head and said, "Like a prairie fire, who can stop it?"
Haitang looked at him.
Fan Xian smiled bitterly and said, "Last night, the Left Virtuous Prince should have been assassinated."
Shock flashed through Haitang's eyes. She had been on the grasslands for two years. She knew what kind of turmoil the Left Virtuous Prince's death would bring. If Fan Xian had purposely left some traces when he acted, the grasslands, which had just been peaceful for a year, would probably sink back into the endless flames of war because of revenge and the struggle for power.
"How could you kill him?" Haitang stared into Fan Xian's eyes and bit her lower lip. The Left and Right Virtuous Princes had great power on the grasslands. Chief Su Bida had the support of Haitang, Northern Qi, and tens of thousands of riders from the Northern tribes to barely suppress the two virtuous princes.
During these two years, the Left and Right Virtuous Princes had always been wary of the court. Their defenses were powerful. Haitang furrowed her brows slightly. She could not think of anyone in the Qing Kingdom who could sneak into the depths of the grasslands and assassinate the Left Virtuous Prince.
Perhaps the Shadow of the Overwatch Council had such power, but he should have gone to the court to deal with Northern Qi's support for the grasslands court.
The rushing sound of horse hooves came faintly from the distance. It looked like the riders of the court chasing Fan Xian could no longer hold back.
Fan Xian narrowed his eyes and glanced in that direction. In a quiet voice, he said, "I said three days ago that regardless of whether it is Ku He or the little Emperor of Northern Qi, they do not trust me. This has always been a great mistake. Regardless of how the world moves in the future, I must take the initiative in dealing with these matters into my own hands because I have more power than all of you."
He gazed at Haitang and said, "Thirteenth Wang followed the merchant group into the grasslands. When I stayed behind to wait for you, he followed the Left Virtuous Prince's subordinates back from the court. I believe in his courage and power. If even the fiercest warrior in the world cannot kill the Left Virtuous Prince, then I can only say that my luck is not good."
"Come back with me."
Haitang was silent.
Fan Xian shook his head self-mockingly and helplessly. He then whistled toward the endless darkness behind him. The sound of hooves gradually rang out in the depths of the grasslands, like a herd of wild horses running freely.
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