Yesterday, when I was correcting a typo, I wailed loudly. My 2,000 subscribed friends didn't see it. In reality, I was just sighing at the headache of writing.
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From the Emperor's cold and mocking gaze, Si Lili understood many things. Her heart immediately grew cold. Slowly lowering her head, she bit her plump lower lip and didn't say a word. The Northern Qi Emperor looked at her appearance. For some reason, a wave of anger surged in his heart. Through his teeth, he said in an icy voice, "Is this how you repay me?"
The last three words rose in pitch. The eunuchs were all outside the little garden while the aces of the Sword Hut and Northern Qi had already surrounded the room. The Northern Qi Emperor was not worried that Fan Xian would be able to get close to his body.
Si Lili raised her head and calmly replied, "Lili has not done anything wrong to you, Your Majesty."
The Northern Qi Emperor's expression gradually became dark and cold. Pointing at her face, he said each word clearly, "What else do you want to do wrong to me? Do you want him to kill me for it to be right? "
Without waiting for Si Lili to reply, he narrowed his eyes and said, "It's a pity that he is about to die."
Hearing these words, Si Lili had long shaken off her earlier shock. She knew what kind of person Fan Xian was. Even though Sir Lang Tiao had brought a group of aces from the Sword Hut to subdue Fan Xian, he knew too many things.
She looked at the Northern Qi Emperor with pity and quietly said, "Your Majesty, if I were you, I would let Fan Xian leave and capture him or try to kill him. Who knows what earth-shattering things he will do before he dies?"
The Northern Qi Emperor was slightly startled. He didn't understand what Si Lili meant by her words. A gust of wind suddenly blew through the little garden in the mountain residence. Amidst the swirling sand, a black and red figure came crashing down like a boulder in the wind. Its power was unstoppable as it ruthlessly smashed toward the Emperor's slightly thin and weak body.
The little Emperor's pupils constricted. In that instant, he clearly saw who this person was. He was endlessly shocked. Could it be that even with his clever arrangements and the combined attack of Master Lang Tiao, Friar He, and the warriors of the Sword Hut had not been able to stop this person?
In the blink of an eye, he was, after all, an emperor. Facing such a dangerous situation, he did not panic at all. With a roar, he drew his sword from his waist and slashed at the figure!
With a clang, the knife and sword clashed. The black dagger easily broke through the Northern Qi Emperor's sword. The figure moved closer to the Northern Qi Emperor's embrace.
Like a gust of wind entering the embrace of the forest, like a stone falling into the clear lake.
It startled a group of pine trees and created layers of clear ripples.
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Fan Xian spat out a mouthful of fresh blood onto the little Emperor's body, drenching him with blood. Although the black dagger had easily broken through the Emperor's sword, this gentle touch caused him, at the end of his strength, to suffer great damage to his heart meridians. He sprayed out a sky full of blood.
To be able to escape from the encirclement of five ninth-level aces was not because Fan Xian had exceptional abilities. Rather, it was because when the eunuch had gone to summon Si Lili to see the Emperor, Fan Xian had seen a problem.
Although he wasn't sure how the Northern Qi Emperor had guessed that there was someone in the room, he didn't have much time to think. Just as Si Lili had taken two steps away from the mountain residence, he had broken out of the encirclement and forcefully pushed aside Friar He's sinister attack and avoided the sword light and chill of the Sword Hut disciples.
He had only been a moment ahead, but it was the most critical moment. On his escape route, he had run into Lang Tiao. If Lang Tiao had attacked outside the room, Fan Xian probably would not have had any chance to escape.
Under the eaves, he had exchanged a blow with Lang Tiao. Fan Xian's body flew up diagonally. Lang Tiao's zhenqi had also been stimulated. His legs sank and he could not move for a moment.
At that time, there were two paths in front of Fan Xian. One was up the mountain, and the other was toward the grass hut. Without question, the second path was more dangerous. Yun Zhilan and the two disciples of the Sword Hut were still standing guard at the foot of the mountain. Once he fell into such a hopeless situation, even if Fan Xian had exceptional abilities, it would be difficult for him to survive.
Unexpectedly, Fan Xian turned sharply in the air like a sparrow hawk. Drawing an arc, he charged straight toward the precipice of the mountain residence. Below the precipice was one of the holy lands of martial arts, the Sword Hut.
Fan Xian had made such a risky choice because he was not satisfied. He was not satisfied that he had taken such a great risk and hadn't even seen Sigu Jian's face. He hadn't even touched the Northern Qi Emperor's side.
The heavens were indeed looking out for him. On his escape route, he ran into the little garden and saw the Emperor dressed as a young master standing by the mountain gate.
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Fresh blood sprayed over the Northern Qi Emperor's head and face like it was free of charge. Fan Xian closed in on his body but was unable to stop his footsteps. He had forcefully escaped danger and had exchanged a blow with Lang Tiao along the way. He had truly reached his limit. It was impossible for him to pull back his feet.
Under Si Lili's terrified gaze, Fan Xian held the little Emperor like two men committing suicide for love. Resolutely, resolutely, and courageously, they fell down the precipice.
A few streaks of light flashed past. With Lang Tiao in the lead, a number of aces passed by Si Lili's side. With faces full of shock, they watched as Fan Xian held the little Emperor and charged down the precipice with no regard for his life. Without even thinking, they followed him down.
Fan Xian was not committing suicide. In this world, other than Uncle Wu Zhu, he was the only one who had turned jumping off cliffs into entertainment. Although he was heavily injured and held an important person in his arms, he still accurately found a foothold. Whether it was a protruding rock or a sunken hole in the grass, he was like a wooden man with springs installed. He kicked up a trail of dust on the precipitous precipice. In an instant, he had landed on the flat ground below the precipice.
The speed of his fall was very fast. The rebound was great. A trickle of blood seeped out of the corner of Fan Xian's lips again. The Northern Qi Emperor, who had been forcefully restrained by him, was shaken to the core. His face was pale. Even so, there was still not a glimmer of fear in the Emperor's eyes. He only stared coldly into Fan Xian's eyes with slight confusion. It was as if he had not thought that Fan Xian would not only be able to escape but also restrain him.
The flat ground below the precipice was in front of the Sword Hut. A strange change occurred. The disciples of the Sword Hut, who had been forcefully preventing Thirteenth Wang from entering the Sword Hut, drew their swords from their waists and quickly formed a sword formation, surrounding Fan Xian in the center.
Not far away, Yun Zhilan, who had been hiding in the dark and had not shown himself, finally walked out. Sword intent shot into the sky and pierced toward Fan Xian.
A number of grey shadows flashed past the precipice. With Lang Tiao in the lead, the aces were only a moment slower than Fan Xian. They stepped onto the rocks and followed.
The scene immediately sank into silence. The silence contained boundless nervousness.
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Fan Xian held the Northern Qi Emperor's pulse with one hand and gripped the black dagger tightly with the other. His eyes watched his surroundings cautiously. He only needed a faint glance to know that all of the ninth-level aces in the world, particularly those from Northern Qi and Dongyi, had basically gathered here. Ever since the battle of Dong Mountain, probably only the Sword Hut could gather so many powerful warriors.
These people's goal was the same. It was simple: to keep Fan Xian here.
The problem was that Fan Xian held the Northern Qi Emperor's hand in his hand. Although his grip was gentle, everyone knew that if he wanted to, the strange Tyrannical zhenqi in his body could immediately turn the Northern Qi Emperor into countless balls of flesh and blood.
"To be able to suppress the Emperor while surrounded by so many aces, he is indeed worthy of being the Qing Kingdom's Fan Xian."
Someone looked at this scene and sighed in admiration in a quiet voice. The person who spoke was the second disciple of the Sword Hut. At this moment, everyone was in a nervous mood. Only this second disciple, who did not belong to either side, could so naturally sigh and say what everyone wanted to say in their hearts.
Although everyone in the world knew that Commissioner Fan was already a top ninth-level ace, it was clearly the Northern Qi Emperor who had grasped his tracks and arranged an ambush in the mountain residence. Unexpectedly, he had escaped and held the Emperor hostage.
Regardless of whether it was Friar He or the aces of the Sword Hut, in a one-on-one situation, even if they were no match for Fan Xian, they could at least bring him a great deal of trouble. Furthermore, in the mountain residence, there was still Sir Lang Tiao, whose strength was not below Fan Xian's. Even in such a situation, they were still unable to keep Fan Xian. Everyone present felt a chill in their hearts. They wondered if Fan Xian had had some strange encounter these two years to become so powerful.
Fan Xian lowered his head slightly and coughed. Holding the little Emperor's hand tightly, he looked around and said in a raspy voice, "So, everyone is here. Can we talk properly now?"
The Sword Hut was on the outskirts of Dongyi. The concave grass hut stood against the mountain and took up a large amount of space. The door to the grass hut was at the bottom of the cliff. Sigu Jian and the other disciples were in seclusion in the depths of the grass hut. At this moment, a dozen aces had gathered in front of the Sword Hut. They should not have disturbed the important figures in the depths of the Sword Hut.
Fan Xian knew he was not powerful. One powerful Lang Tiao was enough to hold him back. Furthermore, outside the crowd, Yun Zhilan was gradually gathering sword intent as he stared at him. These two were both top ninth-level aces who had been famous for a long time.
The reason he had been able to escape from the mountain residence earlier was completely because of his wild beast sense of danger and valiant decisiveness. As for capturing the Northern Qi Emperor in the end, it was all thanks to his luck. If he had not surprised everyone by charging valiantly toward the Sword Hut at the bottom of the cliff, he would not have encountered the Northern Qi Emperor.
The key to success was power, decisiveness, luck, and the courage that Fan Xian had lacked the most in the past.
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Although he had already subdued the Northern Qi Emperor, the situation was still dangerous. Regardless of who it was, no one would be able to escape the encirclement of these aces. Success? It was still too early. He had only just started on his way.
What he was on was a dangerous path filled with brambles and small blood-soaked flowers.
The Northern Qi Emperor stood by his side and looked coldly at the man beside him. Even in such a dangerous situation, his expression did not change. He couldn't help but feel some admiration. Slowly, he said, "Fan Xian, you are very daring to offend me in front of the Sword Hut."
Fan Xian raised his wrist and wiped away the blood at the corner of his lips. Self-Mockingly, he said, "Your Majesty wants to kill me. Do I have to stretch out my neck and wait to be executed?"
He raised his head, squinted at his surroundings, and said, "Although I don't want to do something as unskilled as kidnapping, you actually found me so quickly, and your luck is bad enough to be caught by me, so I can only be a kidnapper."
He raised his voice and smiled slightly at the gradually approaching crowd. "To put it crudely, if you want him to live, don't force me."
"Don't force me to act out."
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After these words were said, everyone fell silent. Yun Zhilan slowly separated the group and raised his hands in a greeting toward Fan Xian. In a quiet voice, he said, "Sir Fan junior, you alone have caused trouble for the Sword Hut. I, Yun Zhilan, cannot help but admire you. However, even if you have subdued the Emperor, this place is still the Sword Hut. Do you expect me to let you leave?"
At this moment, Lang Tiao also walked forward and bowed to Fan Xian. "Sir Fan junior, I admire your courage and strength. However, with so many heroes gathered here, even if you have extraordinary abilities, you will not be able to escape unscathed. As for the Emperor, of course, we cannot let you take him away. "
Fan Xian forcefully swallowed the blood surging up. Raising his brows, his expression became fierce. "I can't beat you. If you are not willing to let me go, I don't mind having someone go with me. Remember to arrange a grave together. I want to leave a glorious mark in history."
Encountering such a seemingly unreasonable, rude, and shameless warrior who was actually sinister to the extreme and who no one knew what he had up his sleeves, Lang Tiao and Yun Zhilan both felt troubled. Yun Zhilan glanced at Lang Tiao. He seemed to be confused. Since they had discovered Fan Xian's existence in the mountain residence, given his cultivation and the help of a few aces, how could he still escape and even capture the Qi Emperor as a hostage?
Lang Tiao's heart was filled with sadness and anger. How could he have thought that Fan Xian, surrounded and attacked by so many people, would walk right into the trap and run toward the Sword Hut? Who would have thought that at that time, the Emperor would be watching the Sword Hut in a daze?
The Sword Hut was shocked by the power Fan Xian had displayed. They couldn't help but feel eager. They wanted to see just what the limits of the leading young aces of the Qing Kingdom were. However, the Northern Qi aces were terrified. They were terrified that if Fan Xian was careless or his mood suddenly turned bad, he would hurt the Emperor.
Just as the situation reached an impasse, the Northern Qi Emperor, who had been silent the entire time, suddenly said, "Fan Xian, don't scare these pitiful people. You wouldn't dare to touch a finger of mine."
Fan Xian turned his head and saw the little Emperor looking at him with a mocking gaze. For some reason, he was angered by this gaze. Smiling mockingly, he stretched out two fingers and lifted the little Emperor's chin. Disdainfully, he said, "Little thing, your chin is pretty slippery …"
The entire scene burst into an uproar. No one had thought that Fan Xian would do such a frivolous thing to the ruler of a country.
Then, they heard Fan Xian's next words and said, "I wouldn't dare to touch a finger of yours. How about two?"
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"I swear on my teacher's name that if you let the Emperor go, we will not stop you," Lang Tiao suddenly said in a cold voice as he took a step forward. Wind rose from nowhere and his aura exploded. Given his position, this oath was, without a doubt, giving Fan Xian an excellent opportunity to retreat. However, Fan Xian did not want to retreat at all.
Other than Fan Xian, no one else dared to be so daring to not retreat in the face of the threat of so many aces. Instead, he wanted to seek more benefits.
"If you don't stop me, what about the people of the Sword Hut?" Fan Xian asked as he looked at Lang Tiao.
Lang Tiao glanced at Yun Zhilan. Yun Zhilan closed his eyes for a moment and then quietly said, "The disciples of the Sword Hut will not stop you. However, once you walk half a li out of the Sword Hut, they will begin to chase after you."
Fan Xian looked at him and smiled mockingly. Turning his head, he said to Lang Tiao, "You heard it. I don't want to be chased after."
Lang Tiao angrily said, "Then, what exactly do you want to do?"
Fan Xian was silent for a moment. His gaze suddenly turned to the continuous grass hut not far away. His gaze gradually lowered and swept across Thirteenth Wang, who seemed to have been forgotten by everyone. Calmly, he said, "I am a bit tired. I want to sit for a while. Once the agreement is reached, I will let him go. Within half a li, you cannot stop me."
Lang Tiao and Yun Zhilan nodded at the same time. Regardless of which side it was, their hearts were burning like wildfire. They were terrified that Fan Xian would do anything unfavorable to the Northern Qi Emperor.
Fan Xian slowly let go of the Northern Qi Emperor's hand. The little Emperor did not immediately retreat. Instead, he looked calmly into Fan Xian's eyes as if he wanted to see some secret in them.
The Northern Qi Emperor suddenly smiled helplessly and said, "You are very daring."
Fan Xian also smiled helplessly. "I would never have thought that you would be able to guess everything I am thinking."
"I know you won't let me go." The Northern Qi Emperor looked at him coldly. "I am just curious. If this stalemate continues, you are already injured and your strength is gradually weakening. How will you be able to defend against a surprise attack from a few aces?"
"Of course, I can't bear to let you go. Furthermore, I am indeed tired." There was no expression on Fan Xian's face. "I want to find a place to sit."
The two of them did not speak loudly. The Northern Qi Emperor knew that even if he exposed Fan Xian's intentions in front of his officials, it would be difficult to change all of this unless he guessed what Fan Xian was preparing to do next.
Take a seat? In such a dangerous situation, where could Fan Xian go to sit and not worry about being hunted down by these aces?
The Northern Qi Emperor's gaze suddenly landed on a New Year's painting hanging on the wall of the grass hut. His heart jumped. His eyes lit up. His thin lips opened slightly as he prepared to speak.
However, Fan Xian did not give him another chance. Taking advantage of the moment the encirclement retreated, his expression darkened. His left hand stretched out like a snake. His fingertips pinched the Northern Qi Emperor's hand between his thumb and index finger. Twisting his thumb, he used a little trick to make a wave of pain in his right arm so that he could no longer summon it.
In the instant that Fan Xian stretched out his hand like lightning, Thirteenth Wang, who had been standing silently on the outskirts under a willow tree, slammed his palm into the willow tree. His face suddenly became deathly pale. His body began to tremble violently.
The poison in Thirteenth Wang's body had not been purged. His strength was not as good as usual, but the zhenqi in his body was still abundant. Particularly now that he had unleashed his full power, coupled with his usual indomitable aura, he immediately caused a ripple in the scene.
His body trembled more and more violently. The willow tree under his palm also trembled more and more violently. After three breaths, with a crisp crack, the lower part of the willow tree snapped.
Thirteenth Wang let out an explosive cry. Holding the willow tree upside down with both hands, he used the tree as a sword. Gathering all of his cultivation into his hands, he demonstrated the most powerful attack of the Sigu Sword.
The tree trunk as a sword, the branches as a blade, and the leaves as the tip, sweeping away an army.
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Countless muffled groans rang out in the field, and smoke and dust rose. It was unknown how many experts reacted in the time it took for a spark to fly off a flint. They either dodged or slashed at the willow tree that seemed to have flown out of the sky, displaying their ultimate skills.
They knew that when faced with such a willow tree that contained an aura and power, if they didn't use their full strength, they would probably end up with broken bones and shattered tendons if they took the slightest hit.
The encirclement around the Sword Hut immediately fell into chaos.
However, there were two people who did not panic. Lang Tiao and Yun Zhilan had not been confused by this willow tree that could sweep away an army. The two aces stared coldly at Fan Xian's every move. Suddenly, they turned into two black shadows and attacked Fan Xian from both sides.
In the instant that Thirteenth Wang broke through the willow tree and struck, Fan Xian had already finished adjusting his breathing and regained control of the Northern Qi Emperor. With a muffled grunt, he raised his body and leaped into the air.
When Lang Tiao and Yun Zhilan came behind him, Thirteenth Wang's willow tree also smashed toward Fan Xian's body.
Fan Xian stood on his tiptoes in the air and beautifully raised his body by another half. The tip of his foot gently stepped on the top of the willow tree.
With a puff, a leaf shattered into strands. A branch was soft and bouncy, but it seemed to have boundless rebounding power. It shook Fan Xian's body until it turned into a streak of light and headed toward …
The main door of the Sword Hut charged toward it.
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Lang Tiao's hands stretched out hurriedly. With a hiss, he tore off half of Fan Xian's clothes. The curved knives tied to his wrists flew through the air and slashed viciously, but they also missed.
Yun Zhilan made a smooth turn in the air. The sword at his waist flowed out like water and slashed toward Fan Xian's completely exposed back. It only barely managed to cut open Fan Xian's right shoulder and draw out a trickle of blood.
The willow tree Thirteenth Wang held was too long and too big. The speed of the tree tip was too fast. It was so fast that it was as if it had sent Fan Xian flying. It was faster than the long-hidden attacks of Lang Tiao and Yun Zhilan.
With a crisp crack, the grass door of the Sword Hut was smashed to pieces by Fan Xian. He grabbed the Northern Qi Emperor and charged forward like a gust of wind.
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