He Yiming moved as fast as lightning and passed through the building between the two courtyards in the blink of an eye.
When he returned, the first thing he saw was Hsieh Ming-chin, who looked guilty and fearful. Not only that, in He Yiming's ears, there was an almost inaudible sobbing sound.
If he did not have the miraculous ability of clairaudience, he might not have been able to hear it clearly.
The sound came from Yuan Lixuan's room. It was clear that she had entered the room immediately after returning and was crying in secret.
He Yiming's gaze immediately fell on Hsieh Ming-chin.
Hsieh Ming-chin looked up and said in a deep voice, "Big Brother, I'm sorry."
Shui Xuanjin and Ting Shiguang appeared at the same time. They looked at each other, and Ting Shiguang asked coldly, "Ming Jin, what exactly happened?"
Hsieh Ming-chin gritted his teeth and recounted what happened just now. He did not exaggerate the story, and he told the truth.
And it was precisely because what he said was so true that He Yiming and the others felt as though they were in the same place. Especially when he mentioned that the knight on the horse was still whipping people even though they had already stepped aside. Everyone felt an inexplicable anger in their hearts.
Shui Xuanjin and Ting Shiguang frowned. Someone who dared to be so unscrupulous in Kairong Country's capital was definitely not a simple person. Perhaps he was a member of Kairong Country's imperial family, which made things even more complicated.
After spending some time together, everyone knew He Yiming's attitude toward Yuan Lixuan.
Although Yuan Lixuan was only his concubine in name, anyone who saw how they interacted would not have such thoughts anymore.
Therefore, when they found out that Yuan Lixuan was injured, they all began to worry in unison.
Two pairs of eyes focused on He Yiming's face at the same time. However, to their surprise, He Yiming did not have any expression on his face as if he did not hear what happened at all.
The two of them looked at each other and felt an inexplicable chill in their hearts.
Hsieh Ming-chin lowered his head and said for the second time, "Big Brother, I'm sorry."
He Yiming stepped forward and gently patted him on the shoulder. "You've done very well. You can't be blamed."
When he said that, a gentle power from He Yiming's hand entered Hsieh Ming-chin's body.
This was a power that represented "life". When this power passed through his body, the place where he was originally injured suddenly felt a burning sensation. In the blink of an eye, the feeling spread throughout his body.
Although he tried his best to endure it, Hsieh Ming-chin could not help but let out a moan. Although he stopped immediately, his face turned red in an instant.
After a short while, when He Yiming lifted his hand, he was surprised to find that the intense pain caused by his injury had completely disappeared. Although there were still some obstructions when the inner strength circulated in his body, he knew that the injuries on his body had basically recovered. As long as he rested for a period of time and carefully recuperated, he would be able to fully recover.
Hsieh Ming-chin looked gratefully at He Yiming with an unusual determination in his eyes.
After the incident, he was already prepared to be blamed by He Yiming and even to bear his boundless anger.
If an Innate Stage powerhouse flew into a rage because of this, even if he was killed on the spot, no one would stand up for him. At the very least, he was sure that Ting Shiguang and his family would definitely not offend He Yiming because of him.
However, after meeting He Yiming in person, he was truly moved by He Yiming's performance. It was a feeling that couldn't be described with words, but it was a real one.
He Yiming calmly looked at everyone and said expressionlessly, "Everyone, I'll go in and see Lixun."
Then, he went to Yuan Lixun's door, reached out his hand, and gently knocked a few times.
However, unlike usual, Yuan Lixun did not open the door this time, but the suppressed sobbing in the room became much softer.
A wisp of true energy slowly overflowed from He Yiming's palm, and the latch in the room slowly opened as if there was an invisible hand moving it.
He Yiming pushed the door open and entered, then closed the door behind him. Then, he walked into the inner room.
In the inner room, Yuan Lixun turned her face away and sat quietly on the chair. Although only half of her face could be seen, the tear stains could still be seen. It was obvious that she had been crying for a while and had only stopped at this moment.
He Yiming did not say anything and just walked in front of her.
Yuan Lixun subconsciously wanted to turn her face away, but He Yiming gently held her chin.
Although his movements were gentle, they were firm and powerful. Yuan Lixun struggled for a while, but in the end, as if she had accepted her fate, she followed his movements and turned her face away.
On her face, from the back of her ear, there was a horrifying scar that looked like a centipede running straight to her lips. Although it was not to the extent of her skin being torn open, the towering lines were still terrifying.
Yuan Lixun looked up, as if she was looking for something in He Yiming's eyes.
After a moment, the fear, worry, uneasiness and other negative emotions in her heart slowly calmed down. Because she did not find the hatred and disgust in He Yiming's eyes that made her afraid.
In those black eyes, what she saw and felt was a kind of gentleness. It was a gentleness that made one want to be intoxicated by it.
At this moment, she seemed to have returned to that nameless valley, where they shared a secret and a world that belonged to the two of them.
He Yiming had a faint smile on his face, and his hand gently moved around the wound. Wisps of extremely pure Wood Xiantian True Qi quickly flowed around there, making Yuan Lixun feel a burst of numbness, as if this feeling could directly penetrate into the deepest part of her heart.
Under his gaze, Yuan Lixun seemed to be comforted without words, and this feeling could move her heart more than any words.
She gathered her courage and asked, "Young Master, is it very ugly?"
"Ugly?" He Yiming tilted his head, with a serious expression on his face.
Yuan Lixun's heart suddenly rose high, and her face changed a little.
After a few breaths, He Yiming suddenly stretched out his head, and with a speed that was as fast as lightning, he lightly pecked the wound on her face.
This sudden attack was like a dragonfly skimming the surface of the water. Then, with the same speed, he sat back in the same place, stretched out his hand to touch his head, and looked at her with a silly smile on his face.
Yuan Lixun's face suddenly became bright red. Although the wound of the whip became particularly scary because of the congestion of blood, He Yiming ignored it, and his face did not change in the slightest.
Yuan Lixun's heart finally calmed down completely. She had been with He Yiming for so long, and the intimate actions could be counted with one's fingers. At this moment, He Yiming was answering Yuan Lixun's question in his own way.
He Yiming reached into his chest, and as if performing a magic trick, he took out a medicine bottle, and said, "Lixun, this is the ointment that the Medicine Elder personally refined. It has a miraculous healing effect on this kind of external injury, let me help you apply it."
Yuan Lixun lowered her head and responded, allowing He Yiming to apply the ointment on her face.
A cool feeling spread from her face, Yuan Lixun hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Young Master, will there be a scar here?"
He Yiming gently said, "Don't worry, I'll take care of it." Seeing that there was still doubt in her eyes, He Yiming raised his eyebrows, and patted his chest, saying, "Don't tell me you still don't believe me?"
Yuan Lixun was relieved, and said, "Of course I believe in you, Young Master."
He Yiming nodded with satisfaction, and took her into his arms, and said gently, "That's right, believe me, everything will be fine, everything will be fine …"
His voice seemed to contain a reassuring power. In that warm embrace, in this gentle voice, Yuan Lixun felt as if she had returned to her mother's embrace, and was completely covered by that endless warmth.
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A moment later, Yuan Lixun in He Yiming's arms slowly fell asleep, and from her nostrils came the sound of even and gentle breathing.
He Yiming picked her up by the waist, took off her dirty outer clothes, shoes and socks, and then put her on the bed, and covered her with a thin quilt.
All these movements were extremely gentle, and with the help of essential qi, even Yuan Lixun, who had just fallen asleep, did not wake up.
Then, He Yiming stood up, and looked deeply at Yuan Lixun, and his gaze swept over the whip mark on her face. His eyes finally changed, and for the first time since entering this room, he finally showed a trace of pain.
He had already found out that when the man lashed out with the whip, he had used an ingenious power. It was as if the whip had been cut open by a saw, leaving behind a wound that was difficult to heal.
From the outside, it seemed to be just an ordinary whip, but because of the complexity of the wound, the possibility of a complete recovery was very small.
He took a deep breath, and then, without making the slightest sound, he had already left the inner room, and opened the door to go out.
Outside the door, there were already many people here, except for the two Xiantian masters, Shui Xuanjin and Ting Shiguang, even Zhao Ruipei was quietly waiting here.
When the door opened silently, everyone's gaze turned to He Yiming.
At this moment, He Yiming seemed to be expressionless, and no one could tell what he was thinking. However, the moment they saw him, regardless of whether they were Xiantian masters or not, they could not help but shiver. They seemed to have seen a very frightening image in their eyes.
To them, He Yiming was like a volcano. Although it had not erupted yet, it was the current situation where he was constantly accumulating power that made people tremble in fear.
He Yiming walked out of the room and gently closed the door.
"Bang …"
The moment the door closed, an intense anger that He Yiming had been painstakingly suppressing surged out from his heart like a storm.
It was as if the end of the world had erupted, and the surging anger completely drowned his heart.
He Yiming had changed.
His face had changed, his eyes had changed, and his temperament had changed. It was as if he had become another person at that moment.
His face was as ferocious as a devil's, and his eyes were as sharp as a blade. His body was surging with an immense killing intent that soared into the sky.
Everyone, including the three Xiantian masters, could clearly sense that the person in front of them was no longer a person. Instead, he seemed to have become the world-destroying fiendgod who had experienced countless massacres in the Asura Blood River and rushed to the shore with a rain of blood.
Involuntarily, everyone's heart was filled with a chill. Even the three Xiantian masters felt cold all over and almost could not help but tremble on the spot.
Only now did they realize that when He Yiming was angry, he was actually so terrifying.
"Ming Jin, do you know who those people are?"
A cold voice came from He Yiming's mouth. This voice was bone-chilling, and it made people feel fear from the bottom of their hearts.
However, after hearing this voice, Hsieh Ming-chin did not show the slightest fear. Instead, a fierce look appeared on his face.
After experiencing today's blow, this forthright man's heart was also filled with extreme anger. If possible, he would not hesitate to choose the strongest revenge for today's matter.
"Big Brother, although I don't know the origin of those people, I remember their faces. As long as I see them again, I will definitely be able to recognize them."
He Yiming frowned slightly. There were many people in the capital of Kairong Country. Although the people who were galloping in the middle of the road were definitely people with great origins, it was still very difficult to find them in the vast sea of people.
He Yiming raised his head and looked into the distance. Suddenly, he said, "Brother Shui."
"Brother He, what's the matter?" Shui XuanJin hurriedly asked. Under such circumstances, he did not dare to hesitate at all.
"Please help me inform Master Mao Lieguang and ask him to find those people." He Yiming's voice was deep and powerful, with an irresistible force.
"Okay." Shui XuanJin nodded without hesitation.
"Big Brother," Hsieh Ming-chin suddenly raised his eyebrows and said, "The two coachmen seem to know something."
He Yiming's eyes narrowed. To be appointed as the coachmen of the Master Hall's carriage, they were definitely local figures. It would be strange if they did not know anything.
He Yiming nodded slightly and strode outside.
Although he did not walk very quickly, every step he took was extremely dignified. It was very different from the power of wind that he controlled.
Everyone looked at each other and immediately followed after him.
After a while, everyone had already left the embassy area. He Yiming looked around and immediately saw one of the coachmen.
This person stood silently beside the carriage in front of the embassy area. When he saw He Yiming and the others come out, his expression changed. He carefully looked around and silently retreated.
He Yiming's expression did not change. He took a step forward and instantly crossed the distance between them and arrived in front of that person.
That person was about to leave, but in a flash, He Yiming had already appeared in front of him like a ghost.
He trembled and forced the corner of his mouth. With a sad face, he said, "Master He."
Although He Yiming was not the Master Protector of the Kairong Kingdom, after the war between Cheng Fu and Mao Lieguang, He Yiming's name was well-known in this city. This coachman was a cultivator himself, so naturally, it was even more impossible for him to be unfamiliar with him.
"Say, who is it …" He Yiming said expressionlessly.
Although he said this sentence without rhyme or reason, the coachman knew it clearly. The corner of his mouth twitched a few times, and he said with a trembling voice, "I, no, no … I know, it's His Highness the Fourth Prince of the Tufan Kingdom."
That person originally wanted to say that he didn't know, but when the word "no" came out of his mouth, he suddenly felt an extremely dangerous force. This force was so oppressive that he almost couldn't breathe. Moreover, before he could change his words, the pressure was getting stronger and stronger. He even had a feeling that if he said that he didn't know, then what awaited him would definitely be the pressure crushing him to death. In the end, he would suffocate to death.
When he revealed the origin of that person, the pressure that was as heavy as Mount Tai that almost crushed him to death suddenly disappeared without a trace.
The coachman fell to the ground. He pressed one hand on his chest and the other hand on the ground, looking at He Yiming with a face full of horror.
At this moment, in his heart, He Yiming was no longer a human, but a demon.
Indeed, how could a human release such a fierce and violent aura that was enough to make one's mind collapse?
He Yiming turned around. His eyes were deep and unfathomable as he looked in a direction far away.
Shui Xuanjin and the others also looked in that direction at the same time.
Everyone knew that there was a manor there. This was a special place. Even the Master Protector of the Kairong Kingdom's Master Hall might not dare to be presumptuous there.
This was because there were eight Xiantian experts living there, and one of them was known as the number one expert of the Hundred Scatter Sky.
He Yiming took a deep breath and his gaze gradually became firm.
As if sensing something, Shui Xuanjin said in a low voice, "Brother He, Brother He Yiming, please think thrice before you act."
He Yiming smiled as if he did not care and said, "I originally thought that I wouldn't have to fight with him so early, but man proposes, God disposes. I still have to go along with Mao Lieguang's plan."
As he said that, he laughed loudly and walked forward.
Suddenly, Hsieh Ming-chin's voice sounded.
"Big Brother, take me with you. I recognize their faces. Even if they turn into ashes, I will still recognize them. "
A few people cursed in their hearts. If they really turn into ashes, it would be strange if you could still recognize them. However, at this moment, no one dared to say it out loud.
He Yiming's body moved slightly. In the next moment, he and Hsieh Ming-chin immediately went far away.
The rest of the people looked at each other, especially the three Xiantian experts. No one could make a decision.
Finally, Shui Xuanjin stomped his foot and said, "Brother Ting, Brother Zhao, gather everyone and go together."
Ting Shiguang hesitated for a moment and said, "What if they refuse?"
"If they refuse …" Shui Xuanjin's voice also turned cold. "Think about Brother He's age and let them set their sights further."
Ting Shiguang and Zhao Ruipei looked at each other for a moment and finally made a decision.
And just as they were hesitating, the door of the manor in the distance suddenly burst open, and then a thunderous voice suddenly exploded.
"Bu Xingcong, come out and die …"
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