A few days ago, the last remnants of summer heat still lingered on this land. The first autumn rain had not had time to fall. Only in the morning and dusk did the wind under the dim sun have a clear sense of autumn. It passed through the hills, forests, and fields, and blew.
At that time, Fan Xian did not have much of a melancholy mood. He sat in the long black line of carriages and grew sleepy with the rise and fall of the carriage. This sleep was fake sleep. He only closed his eyes and opened his mind, allowing the two completely different zhenqi in his body to quietly nourish and flow through the two circulations of his body.
Tianyi Dao's natural zhenqi method was channeled into Zhou Tian. It was gentle and pure, and he had to read it. What he truly relied on, that powerful Tyrannical zhenqi, moved through every part of his body, strengthening his body and hammering his mind.
The contents of the little booklet Sigu Jian had given him before he died were also firmly remembered by Fan Xian. On the way west to the capital, while he continued to temper his cultivation, he also tried to continue following the mysterious instructions in the little booklet. He opened his mind and sensed the yuanqi fluctuations that might or might not exist in the surrounding air. Perhaps it was because he was tired from the journey or because there was too much spiritual energy gathered on the shores of the East Sea, Fan Xian did not make much progress along the way. However, the speed at which he moved his mind and sensed the changes in the outside world increased greatly.
There was not a day that he did not meditate and not a moment that he did not cultivate bitterly. This was probably the true reason why Fan Xian had the strength and status he had today. A gust of wind blew into the curtain of the carriage and made him narrow his eyes slightly. For some reason, his heart trembled slightly and felt a chill. It was as if he felt that something was about to happen in the world, something that was destined to affect him.
What could it be? He narrowed his eyes and looked at the dusky mountains outside. Slowly dissipating the zhenqi in his body, he pulled his mind back from his surroundings. The Dongyi matter had basically been settled. His father had left Ten Family Village and returned to Danzhou. Jingdou was calm. Chen Pingping, that old cripple, should also be on his way home. Everything was proceeding according to the beautiful path that Fan Xian hoped for. Why did he have such an ominous feeling?
Fan Xian's delicate and pretty brows furrowed slightly. After leaving Dongyi, the only thing that Fan Xian felt strange was the ambushes of the volunteer armies of the vassal states along the way. Although these hot-blooded people had come to assassinate a powerful official of the Qing Kingdom with the intent to die, the defenses around Fan Xian were too strong. Additionally, the Great Prince had sent out a group of 1,000 people as guards. After a few days of attacks, the volunteer armies only left behind bodies and hot-blooded people before dispersing.
What made Fan Xian wary was that the route of his return to the capital from Dongyi was very secretive. Even if someone found it in Dongyi, they would still need to know. If they wanted to, they would of these attacks and needed to set a powerful intelligence network..
His heart jumped. He came to a cold conclusion. Someone within the Overwatch Council was sending intelligence reports to the volunteer army of Dongyi's vassal countries. . This matter had begun after he had set a date to leave Dongyi.
It looked like there were some powers in Jingdou who wanted to stop him from returning to the capital. More accurately, they only wanted to delay Fan Xian's return. What would happen in Jingdou? What matter had to do with him that they were determined not to let him return to Jingdou before it was over? Fan Xian's gaze grew cold. His body also grew cold. Unconsciously, he tightened the thin cloak around his body.
There were only two people who could cause problems to appear within the Overwatch Council. One was the Emperor, and the other was Chen Pingping. Only these two people could delay his return to the capital. Without asking, he knew that what happened in Jingdou must have something to do with the Emperor and Chen Pingping.
Fan Xian withdrew his gaze from the scenery outside the carriage window. He was silent for a moment. Then, under the pressure of his powerful worry, he made up his mind. To Mu Feng 'er, who was riding beside the carriage, he ordered, "Change the formation. Use the vanguard to open the way. Along the way, don't delay with those people. Use the fastest speed to get back to Yanjing."
Mu Feng 'er's heart jumped. He thought to himself that if they forcefully charged all the way back, many people would probably die. The drawback of speed was injuries. He glanced at Sir Fan junior and knew that he must have smelled something strange, which was why he was in a hurry to get back to Jingdou. He didn't dare to ask. He quickly gave the order to advance at full speed to the long group returning to the capital.
The sound of horse hooves was like thunder, and the sound of carriages was like metal. Just like this, they sped along the main road from Dongyi to the Qing Kingdom.
After traveling for less than an hour, the entire group suddenly slowed down. A warning arrow rang out in front of them. These days, the group escorting Sir Fan junior was used to ambushes and ambushes everywhere, so it was not very shaken. However, the warning arrow was strange. It only rang out once and then stopped. Immediately after, a loud cry endlessly rang out from the front and back of the group, "Safe!"
The Overwatch Council's cries for safe were short and quick. They were afraid that their colleagues behind them would accidentally injure the messenger. The messenger was too fast. It was so fast that the defense of the entire group could only glance at the token and not do anything else.
"Safe!" When the last cry rang out beside Fan Xian's black carriage, a light gray figure also flew like a bolt of lightning to the side of the carriage. The group of carriages stretched on for a long time. This person's lightness was about the same as the speed at which an Overwatch Council official sent a message. It was truly shocking.
As the leader of Fan Xian's personal guards, Mu Feng 'er held the hilt of his knife warily and looked at the travel-worn and haggard Overwatch Council official who had just landed beside the carriage. This official's face looked unfamiliar, so Mu Feng 'er did not dare be careless. However, when he saw the token the official had been holding high in his right hand, his heart jumped. He made no move to stop him from entering the carriage.
The Overwatch Council official, whose clothes had been torn beyond recognition, burrowed into Fan Xian's carriage and directly knelt down. In a raspy voice, he said, "Director Chen has returned to the capital. It is unknown whether he is dead or alive."
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When this official's lightning-like and wind-like figure appeared beside the carriage, Fan Xian's eyes lit up. They grew brighter and brighter. He saw who the official with such swift movements was. It was the one he had missed for many years, the one he had been closest to in the past.
"Lao Wang …" Watching the official enter the carriage, the light in Fan Xian's eyes gradually grew brighter and brighter. He laughed loudly. However, the laughter suddenly stopped because he heard what Wang Qinian said.
The light and joy in Fan Xian's eyes quickly froze and became a ball of burning ice. It was terrifyingly cold and terrifyingly hot. Straightforwardly, he asked, "From where? When?"
Wang Qinian's chest rose and fell rapidly. As one of the two wings of the Overwatch Council, he had come from not far outside Dazhou toward the northeast. He had not rested for a long time and was completely relying on the breath in his heart to support his exhausted body. Now that he had finally seen Fan Xian, he was almost unable to hold on. However, he knew that the question Fan Xian was asking concerned when the old Director would arrive in Jingdou and how much time Fan Xian had left. Thus, he gave the answer straightforwardly.
Fan Xian sat silently in the chair and closed his eyes. He then opened them. He had already calculated the approximate date Chen Pingping would be escorted back to the capital, as well as the time he would need to rush from this place to Yanjing and then back to Jingdou.
Would he not make it in time? The ball of cold fire in Fan Xian's eyes grew stronger and stronger. He looked at Wang Qinian kneeling in front of him and didn't say a word. The glimmer of joy from their long separation earlier was covered by a powerful resentment. Fan Xian had personally arranged the guards for Chen Pingping's return. Under the watch of the Overwatch Council, how could they be taken back by the Emperor?
Fan Xian had no idea that everything that had happened in Dazhou was only because Chen Pingping wanted to return to the capital. He wanted to go back and ask the Emperor a few questions.
Time was pressing. It was as if the mountain fire had already reached his eyebrows. With a cold expression, Fan Xian said to Mu Feng 'er by the carriage window, "All troops return to Dongyi. Tell the Great Prince, unless he has a personally written letter from me, never come back."
From knowing that Chen Pingping was returning to Jingdou to Fan Xian giving his first order, it had only taken a moment. Fan Xian's first priority was to deal with the problem of this large group. Following that, he had to guard against the Great Prince, who currently had over 10,000 soldiers in Dongyi, to see if there would be any problems.
After giving the order, the people below him would be responsible for carrying it out. Fan Xian did not say another word. He took out a bag of clean water from the compartment of the luxurious black carriage and tied it to his waist. He then rose and took a deep breath.
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The black carriage suddenly disintegrated. The wooden wall in front of it that was not covered in steel was instantly shattered into splinters. A black figure swept out of the carriage like a bolt of black lightning. The tip of his foot pushed off the horse's head. His entire body shot forward diagonally. A tearing sound rang through the air.
Fan Xian treasured every minute and second. The Tyrannical zhenqi in his body had been raised to its peak. The magic he had just comprehended also helped his body become more like a bird in the air. Using the flow of the air to speed forward, he turned his body into a black shadow.
Like a bolt of lightning, the tip of his foot stepped on the heads of the Overwatch Council officials and floated away. In an instant, he was at the very front of the group. This was probably the ultimate speed Fan Xian could display.
In midair, he kicked the general the Great Prince had sent off his horse and snatched the best warhorse in the group. Immediately after, his finger swiped across and a clean steel needle pierced into the neck of the warhorse. With a flick of his finger, he removed the warhorse's mouth and fed it an ephedra pill. In this short amount of time, the Black Knights' horse-stimulating technique was miraculously demonstrated by him.
Standing on the horse, Fan Xian gave a muffled grunt. The horse shot out like an arrow and broke away from the main group. In an instant, it became a little black dot on the road. In just a few hours, it disappeared from everyone's sight.
Everyone looked at this scene with their mouths agape. While they were shocked by the little duke's powerful cultivation, they were also extremely puzzled. What had happened in front of them that made the little duke so anxious?
Mu Feng 'er had received Fan Xian's order, but he did not understand it. Why did they have to return to Dongyi? He unconsciously glanced into the carriage. He had already guessed who the unfamiliar official with the highest-ranking token of the Qinian Unit was. Sir Wang Qinian was a legendary figure in the Overwatch Council. Mu Feng 'er wanted to find out from his mouth what had happened in Jingdou. When he pulled open the wooden plank, he found that Sir Wang Qinian had already used up all his strength and had fainted in the plank.
It had only taken four days to travel from Dazhou to here. This was already a speed no human could achieve, yet Wang Qinian had done it.
Mu Feng 'er looked at this scene with shock and fear. Unconsciously, he raised his head and gazed in the direction Sir Fan junior had disappeared. He vaguely guessed that this was probably a relay race. Perhaps, this was a race against the god of death.
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The icy and powerful autumn wind whizzed across Fan Xian's face like knives. The cold fire in his eyes had already faded. In its place was a frightening calm. He knew what he needed and what the old cripple in Jingdou needed. It was time, only time. He could not understand, nor did he need to understand, why everything, which seemed to be developing in a perfect direction, would suddenly take a sharp turn in Dazhou. He only knew that if the old cripple had returned to Jingdou, it must be because of that matter in the past. The old cripple was going to die.
Time was still time, only time. It burned Fan Xian's heart like a mountain fire. It washed against his heart like fine sand in an hourglass. Under the stimulation of the medicine, the warhorse's hooves were like clouds. Its breath was like thunder. Under the stimulation of the medicine, it maintained its fastest speed as it galloped along the road through the woods. It pierced through the mountains and broke through the fog. Through the night, it rode a chaotic stream and moon until it reached Yanjing.
For the entire night, Fan Xian did not dismount or slow down. Other than the water pouch at his waist to replenish some water for him and the horse, he did not do anything else. It was a long journey. It would take hours to reach Jingdou, so he needed more energy.
The sky had just begun to brighten. Yanjing was already in front of him. In just one night, he had rushed back into the Qing Kingdom's territory. Fan Xian was already putting his life on the line. His speed was unbelievably fast. Even the volunteer soldiers lying in ambush on the last stretch of road had no way to react. They could only watch the dust on the road as a lone Black Rider galloped forward bravely.
Fan Xian had to treasure every second, so he would not enter Yanjing. Regardless of whether or not Yanjing had received any secret orders from the Emperor, he would not take this risk. He would not waste any time. The moment the majestic city came into view, he hooked one foot into the stirrup and took out the arrow of command from his clothes. Circulating the zhenqi in his palm, he pointed it toward the sky.
With a bang, a beautiful firework pierced through the quiet morning outside the majestic city of Yan Jing. The faint crescent moon in the distance was overshadowed by this firework. The rising sun in the east did not have the time to chase after this fleeting ray of light.
Most of the people in Yanjing were still sleeping soundly. However, this was, after all, an important pass between Northern Qi and Dongyi. The soldiers guarding the city reacted quickly. At the first instant, they sounded the warning gongs and drums in the corner tower at the top of the city walls. In an instant, the Qing soldiers on the city walls gathered together. Holding their weapons tightly, they looked at the warhorse and the person on it charging toward them.
When Fan Xian approached Yanjing, he could clearly see the weapons in the hands of the soldiers on the city walls reflecting the morning light. However, there was not a trace of emotion on his face. His heart did not move at all. He only pulled hard on the reins of the horse and forcefully changed direction as it galloped. Following the direction of Yanjing's old and thick city walls, he headed east.
The soldiers on the city walls watched this scene with wide eyes and open mouths.
Immediately after, a wave of murderous horse hooves rang out like thunder. The temporary camp outside Yanjing was in a state of restlessness. At the same time Fan Xian turned east, the 500 black-armored riders in the camp had already made their preparations to attack. They charged out of the camp and met up with Fan Xian outside Yanjing's east city gate.
The 500 Black Knights were within the Qing Kingdom's borders preparing to receive Fan Xian back to the capital. In the early morning, they saw the signal arrow that symbolized the Overwatch Council's most urgent order. In the shortest time possible, they reacted and came to receive Fan Xian.
Fan Xian's speed did not decrease. He merged with the black torrent. His figure could no longer be seen. There was only the sweeping power of a dark cloud.
Without any orders or words, Fan Xian's figure lightened. He abandoned the warhorse that had galloped for an entire night and floated onto the horse of the Deputy Commander of the Black Knights beside him. The Deputy Commander had long leaped onto another empty warhorse.
The changing of horses was completed at a high speed. There were no obstructions. The Black Knights' riding skills were unparalleled in the world. The rumors were indeed true. However, the Black Knights soldiers looked at the Director's worried and cold expression. No one asked a question. They knew that something big had happened. Thus, they silently and valiantly followed Fan Xian's arrow and charged toward the plains in the east.
With a sorrowful cry, the warhorse that had accompanied Fan Xian all night foamed at the mouth and fell to the ground, sending up dust. Its four legs twitched slightly as it died from exhaustion. In just an instant, all 500 Black Knights disappeared from the plains below Yanjing, leaving behind only this warhorse and a cloud of dust.
The guards on the walls of Yanjing stared dumbfoundedly at the miraculous scene in front of them and couldn't speak for a long time. Of course, they knew the power of the Black Knights. However, after seeing it with their own eyes, they were still shocked speechless. Particularly, who exactly was that lone rider who had come first?
When Yanjing Master Wang Zhikun learned of everything that had happened in the morning, worry appeared in his eyes. He ordered the entire army to be on guard and seal off the Qing Kingdom, Northern Qi, and Dongyi borders. The Black Knights who had brought him endless confusion and shock, the Duke who had led the Black Knights to charge through the city, had long left the boundaries of Yanjing and stepped onto the true path back to the capital.
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They passed through province after province, encountering and breaking through obstacles along the way. They didn't waste a word with any of the local officials. They treated any of the Qing laws regarding the movement of troops as nonsense. Under Fan Xian's lead, the valiant 500 Black Knights reached Jingdou as quickly as possible.
This was already a matter of a few days later. During these few days, the wild charge of the Black Knights had shocked countless officials and commoners. No one knew what kind of legend it would leave in the history of the Qing Kingdom. The Black Knights' thousand-li surprise attack was the best in the world. However, in the past, this steel-like force of the netherworld had only charged bravely outside the country for the benefit of the Qing Kingdom and the Emperor. This surprise attack in the 10th year of the Qing calendar was sweeping across the fertile lands of the Qing Kingdom.
In the autumn rain, the Li Pavilion outside Jingdou suddenly trembled. A group of riders, like black iron and black clouds, whizzed past, kicking up a cloud of dust and leaves.
Jingdou was right in front of him. Fan Xian, in the middle of the Black Knights, was already exhausted to the most difficult moment. He had not rested or slept for many days and nights. He had not eaten. He only relied on clean water to support his exhaustion. Only the cold fire in his eyes and heart stimulated the muscles of his body, keeping him from falling.
He had to hurry back. He had to stop everything that was about to happen.
"You have to wait for me." There was a layer of sand on the outside of Fan Xian's black official robes. His face was also covered in dirt. Even his eyelashes were smeared with a layer. His lips were dry, and his eyes were frighteningly bright. The rain the day before had made this group of Black Knights appear unusually wretched. Even with the Black Knights' abilities, there were still people who could not keep up with Fan Xian's speed in this surprise attack through the heart of the Qing Kingdom and fell out of the group.
If Fan Xian had not completely exploded out with his powerful cultivation, he would not have been able to support such a terrifying speed. In the rain the day before, there were finally warhorses that could not hold out any longer. No matter how much medicine they used, they could not move forward. Fan Xian had changed horses 10 times among the Black Knights and could not find any more. So, he had robbed a merchant group on the road and taken 30 horses.
At Fan Xian's side, there were still 20 or so Black Knights. It was such a small group that made the ground outside of Jingdou tremble. It was like there was an irresistible army closing in on the heart of the Qing Kingdom.
The Black Knights came to Jingdou and charged straight for Zhengyang Gate. The Jingdou city gates were tightly shut. All of the defensive powers had been raised to the highest level. The soldiers of the 13 city gate guards and the riders of the Jingdou garrison were solemnly watching everything outside Jingdou. However, these dozens of Black Knights had come too quickly and decisively. They were so fast that the Jingdou Garrison had no time to react before they arrived at Zhengyang Gate.
When they were about 500 feet away from Zhengyang Gate, Fan Xian wiped away the dirty rainwater on his face. His horse did not slow. He shouted at the generals on Zhengyang Gate in a stern voice, "Open the gate! I am Fan Xian! "
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Sir Fan junior had returned. The faces of the generals and officials on the city walls all paled. They knew what was happening in front of the Royal Palace in Jingdou. However, these generals had been ordered to defend the city because the Palace was worried about whether or not the Overwatch Council would implicate the other powers in court. No one had thought that Sir Fan junior would suddenly appear at Zhengyang Gate in Jingdou.
Regardless of whether it was the Qing Emperor, who used coldness to suppress his rage, or Chen Pingping, who had done everything he could to stop Fan Xian from returning to the capital, none of them would have thought that Fan Xian would rush back to Jingdou.
The last time the Qing court knew of Fan Xian, he was still far outside the country and on his way back to Jingdou from Dongyi. Even if he flew, he probably wouldn't be able to make it back in time. However, what no one could believe was that Fan Xian had rushed back.
"Defend the city gates to the death! Archers, get ready! " The Commander of Zhengyang Gate was the first to react. The order he had received was to close the Jingdou city gates and forbid entry and exit. With a trembling voice, he looked at the 20 or so Black Knights coming closer and closer. It was like he was looking at an army about to attack the city. With a pale face, he gave the order.
Even if Sir Fan junior had rushed back, he could not be allowed to enter the capital today, particularly today.
"Sir Fan junior, today …" The Commander of Zhengyang Gate wanted to explain something to Fan Xian on his horse, but Fan Xian did not have the time to listen to his explanation. The warhorse beneath him did not slow. His gaze swept across the walls of Zhengyang Gate and saw the soldiers waiting in formation. His heart tightened. He knew that even though he had rushed back to Jingdou with all his might, he was still too late.
On the horse, Fan Xian's eyes exploded with a cold light. He stared fixedly at the soldiers on the top of the city walls until they all timidly withdrew their gazes.
The Black Knights came closer and closer to the city gates. Fan Xian raised his right hand and then chopped down forcefully. The 20 or so Black Knights behind him formed a triangular formation and slowed down, staying out of the range of the archers on the top of the city walls.
The hearts of the people on the Jingdou city walls relaxed. Although the 20 or so Black Knights had a threatening aura, these people could not break through the city walls. However, if they actually faced the Black Knights head on, who knew what would happen in the future? As long as the Black Knights stopped and did not attack forcefully, it would be good.
However, Fan Xian did not slow down. He continued to charge in the direction of Zhengyang Gate.
The 20 or so Black Knights behind him calmly took out the crossbows on their backs.
Bang! Bang! Bang! A concentrated sound rang out. The crossbows suddenly fired and shot grappling hooks toward the top of the city walls. With a clang, they firmly latched onto the bricks of the city walls. A dozen black hooks formed a bridge above and below the city walls like a net, a bridge that crossed life and death.
These were hooks that the Third Bureau had developed many years ago. When Fan Xian had gone to Northern Qi as a diplomatic envoy, the Council had urged him to use them. However, Fan Xian had his own life-saving tricks, so he had not used them. However, he had to save all his time and forcefully break through the city walls. Fan Xian had long made preparations.
He rode alone to the foot of Zhengyang Gate. As the autumn rain above his head gathered slightly, the black hooks flashed through the sky like countless shadows. Fan Xian gave a muffled grunt and forcefully suppressed the restlessness of his zhenqi brought about by exhaustion and exhaustion. Tyrannical zhenqi was released abruptly. Stepping onto the horse's back, he relied on the subtle feeling of the surrounding air flow to fly straight up. With a boom, his power was like a clap of thunder.
Like a large black bird, he flew higher and higher in front of Jingdou's sinister city gates.
"Cut the rope! Cut the rope! " The Commander of Zhengyang Gate yelled at the top of his lungs. He didn't dare have the soldiers shoot at the black figure because he didn't know if he would be executed by the Emperor and his entire family if he killed Sir Fan junior.
The Commander of Zhengyang Gate was afraid, but Fan Xian was not. With an explosive roar, he forcefully raised the zhenqi in his body again. His fingertips touched the black hooks. His entire body floated up like a wisp of black smoke. Following the hooks, he swept toward the top of the city walls.
One hook was cut through, and there was another. When a dozen hooks had been cut through at full speed by the soldiers of the 13 city gate guards, Fan Xian, covered in dust and exhausted, had already swept to the top of the city gates. There was a sharp flash of light. The Wei Emperor's sword he had always carried on his back was unsheathed.
The tip of the sword pierced through the throat of the Commander of Zhengyang Gate. Fresh blood sprayed out. Suddenly, it swept back. The Commander collapsed to the ground.
Fan Xian swept past his body like a gust of wind. Using the price of three shallow wounds on his body, he broke through the valiant Qing army's defense on the city walls and flew down the long stone steps. The sword light flashed again. He immediately killed three people and stole a horse. Squeezing his legs, he followed the straight path in the direction of the Royal Palace.
Fast. All of this could only be described as fast. It was faster than when he had dodged Wu Zhu's wooden stick on the cliff in Danzhou. It was faster than when he had broken into the Royal Palace and fiercely subdued the empress dowager. From the moment he learned of this news to now killing his way into Jingdou, Fan Xian had already displayed abilities that surpassed his realm. The fear in his heart made him unprecedentedly valiant and cold-blooded.
Fresh blood was on his sword and body, but his expression did not change at all. He felt an unprecedented fear and panic in his heart. Looking at the situation in Jingdou, that person … that person who should be waiting for him would probably not be able to wait for him.
You have to wait for me. Fan Xian repeated it again in his heart. He allowed the autumn rain to hit his dust-covered face as he sped like crazy toward the Royal Palace.
The Royal Palace was near, and the autumn rain was heavy. There were not many people on the streets. Where were the people gathered? Fan Xian thought with some confusion and fear. Then, he heard waves of cheers and then silence. A death-like silence.
The people in Jingdou could not hear the silence. Only Fan Xian could hear it. He heard it with great fear. The people in Jingdou only heard the sound of hooves in the silence.
Clop, clop, clop.
The people only heard the sound of hooves in the silence. Then, they saw the Black Knight charging like lightning. They saw the tattered and dirty black official's robes in the autumn rain, and the stern and murderous face of the person on the horse.
The people watching the execution on the square in front of the Royal Palace suddenly became restless. Cries of surprise and wretched cries rang out at almost the same time. The ripples at the back of the sea of people were chaotic. Countless people were trampled and injured.
The lone rider did not slow down at all. Instead, he charged directly and coldly toward the densely packed crowd.
Those who could dodge did so. Those who could not were sent flying by the horse. In the autumn rain, the horse's hooves were unusually cold-blooded.
The sea of people parted under the fear of death. They squeezed to the side with all their might, opening up a path that led directly to the small execution field below the royal palace for the rider.
The imperial soldiers closed in. Their long spears were like a forest, pointing directly at the rider.
Fan Xian flew up silently and passed through the forest of spears. In midair, his sword was already in his hand. Like lightning, he slashed out horizontally. With a number of swishing sounds, he sliced through a number of long swords and knocked down a few internal court guards. He had already swept into the air above the execution field.
No matter what he did, Fan Xian's eyes remained fixed on the small wooden platform. He looked at the bloody, dying old man tied to the wooden frame. Fan Xian's gaze grew colder and more resentful. Then, he heard the wind coming from all around him.
Countless hemp-clothed shadows swept up and circled in the autumn rain like flying flowers, sealing off all of Fan Xian's paths.
Fan Xian did not retreat or dodge. He received three palms on his chest and back. His sword also stabbed ruthlessly into the face of a hemp-clothed man, piercing viciously into his eye. Fresh blood and eye fluid spurted out at the same time and mixed with the rain.
He roared wildly and slapped out with his left hand. It was very tyrannical. There was only the sound of his wrist bones cracking. The hemp-clothed man on his left was shaken until blood flowed from his nose, mouth, and mouth.
With a slap, Fan Xian's feet finally stood on the wet wooden platform. He had paid a great price. The injuries in his body exploded out, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
He did not care. He only stared in a daze at the old man on the wooden frame, the old man who had been cut countless times and exposed to the eyes of the people to receive endless humiliation.
With just one glance, Fan Xian knew that he had returned too late. He had no way of letting the other person continue to live. His dry lips opened slightly. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything.
The autumn rain fell and landed on the bodies of the old man and the young man on the wooden platform. There was a deathly silence all around. All of the Imperial Army, internal court aces, and powerful Ascetic Monks of the Qing Temple surrounded the wooden platform tightly. Under the suppression of Fan Xian's powerful killing intent and suicidal methods earlier, everyone's bodies were stiff. No one could take a step forward.
Fan Xian walked forward with great difficulty. Pulling off the ropes, he held Chen Pingping's thin body in his arms. He took off his black Overwatch Council robe, which was covered in mud and holes, and covered his body.
Chen Pingping opened his eyes with great difficulty. His old, muddy, and messy eyes shone with a pure light. He was like a child. The old man was like a child curled up in Fan Xian's arms. It was as if he was afraid of the cold.
"I came back too late." Fan Xian held the thin body and felt the old man's warmth slowly ebbing away. His heart was filled with an unprecedented sense of defeat, despair, and sadness.
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A hopeless and helpless struggle is perhaps a kind of tragic beauty. Yesterday, I said that I love Chen Pingping. In reality, I have never loved Fan Xian. I will explain this to everyone in detail in the future. However, Fan Xian today is the day I love the most in his life. Sadly, it is also the last day he and Chen Pingping will be together.
I wrote based on my emotions and moved with it, whether it was happy or sad. I wanted to say that I would write less these days, but I couldn't stop my fingers. This is probably the time I have been most invested in these days. This kind of feeling is rare. I should treasure it.
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