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An Iron Arrow shot towards me from the treetops, whistling through the air like a meteor streaking across the night sky. The light grew closer, and I could hear the rushing wind. As the arrow was about to pierce my chest, I closed my eyes, waiting for death to arrive.
I still had too many dreams unfulfilled, and the road ahead in life was long. No, even if there was only a one in ten thousand chance, I had to dodge it; after all, there was hope only if I fought for it. I quickly turned my head to the side. It was this split-second decision that saved my life.
The arrow flew by in an instant, yet it felt like an eternity; waiting was the most terrifying thing. With a clang, a white light brushed past my forehead, leaving a bloody scratch on my face. My mind went blank for a moment before I opened my eyes to search for where that white light had fallen. A long sword had sliced the Iron Arrow in two, with one half buried in the ground.
"Child, you have guts!" came a voice that seemed close yet echoed like a sound in the mountains. I looked in the direction of the voice and saw the treetops undulating like a snake slithering through the grass. A Daoist figure appeared like a bird flying through the air, landing gracefully on a branch. As he approached, I recognized him as Zhengyang. Curiously, I asked, "Did Ghost Chanyu get killed?"
Zhengyang replied, "That thing got away. I saw a shadow on the treetops shooting arrows and came to save you!" There was no need for words of gratitude; I looked at Zhengyang with appreciation, and he nodded in acknowledgment.
"Child, those things are coming again. Are you afraid?" Zhengyang said as he leaped into action, grabbing the long sword embedded in the ground and pulling it out effortlessly. The sword emerged from the earth with a shudder, completely unblemished. In such darkness, it emitted a dazzling light, resembling a living snake. As it passed before my eyes, I noticed faint dark red stains on the blade—blood glimmering subtly—as he sheathed it. I couldn't help but gasp and ask, "Is this... could it be the Bloodthirsty Sword?"
The so-called Bloodthirsty Sword is an Ancient Legendary Sword forged from the lifeblood of masters throughout their lives. Therefore, every full moon night, it must be offered human blood as sacrifice; otherwise, its sharpness diminishes and it loses its luster. Moreover, this sword does not easily leave its sheath; when drawn, blood must be seen... If not offered blood, it will cry out at night and tremble within its sheath.
"Child, you are the third person to notice!"
I was about to ask another question when he made a gesture for silence.
Sure enough, not long after, the sound of hooves echoed down the mountain path—chaotic hoofbeats from more than ten riders. The horses were clad in heavy armor and wielded long spears; they were Yin Soldiers. The hooves carried an ominous wind as Zhengyang's toes touched the ground and he leaped away effortlessly over ten meters in just a few bounds until he was already over a hundred meters away.
The chilling wind howled around me; I was left alone and trembling!
"Child, don't be afraid; I'm here with you! Look at how scared you are!"
I wasn't afraid at all! It was just... cold! Do you understand? Just as I was about to retort with that thought, an unsettling feeling washed over me: "Damn! Is there someone else here?" Not daring to turn around, I asked nervously, "Who are you?"
"I'm your Brother Li! You little brat—forgetting your elders?" Only then did I turn around to see Big Mouth Lee peeking out from behind some bushes.
"What are you doing here?"
"I had stomach cramps and had to take a dump; they chased me out! So I hid here in these bushes. You're safe here; there isn't a single Yin Soldier around."
"Useless!" I scoffed at him as I brandished my Azure Dark Sword and rushed toward Zhengyang!
The Yin Soldiers split into two teams: one wielding curved blades had circled behind Zhengyang while another team with long spears surrounded him from both front and back. They shouted loudly as they charged forward simultaneously. Zhengyang slightly sidestepped to avoid several curved blades while moving his body like a snake to dodge several spears thrusting from behind him. He reached out with his left hand to grab one spear's shaft and easily snapped it in two.
The spears and curved blades rained down like heavy rain as Zhengyang drew his Pure Jun Sword from his back. He seized one Yin Soldier's arm and swung downwards with force, cleaving half of his head off; without losing momentum, he struck downwards at a horse as well. The sword traced a circle in front of him before slicing backward at three or four more soldiers; those Yin Soldiers were filled with fear and confusion as weapons clashed around them once more.
The Yin Soldiers fell like rain, their weapons shattered with a gentle sweep from Zhengyang. With a roar of "Die!" he leaped into the air, executing a swift kick reminiscent of the legendary Foshan Shadowless Kick, his sword following the motion. Heads rolled in a gruesome display as a cloud of black smoke erupted before him. In an instant, the group of Yin Soldiers was wiped out within the span of two strikes.
I was momentarily entranced by the spectacle until a sudden rush of wind snapped me back to reality. Another wave of Yin Soldiers charged forward, and among them loomed a tall, dark figure. Zhengyang thrust his sword forward, poised to strike, but suddenly there was a loud clang, and a jolt ran through his hands as a flash of red light flickered before him. Without time to think, he instinctively unleashed the "Peacock Spreading Its Feathers," spinning his sword into a shimmering barrier that shielded him. The sound of clashing blades rang out like rapid gunfire as the Yin General launched a relentless assault with thirty-six strikes, each faster than the last, yet Zhengyang managed to deflect them all.
While Zhengyang held his ground against the Yin General, the other Yin Soldiers were no match for him and were quickly dispatched in disarray. The atmosphere was charged with intensity; I felt like a delinquent from an old gangster film as I hefted my Azure Dark Sword and charged into the fray against the Yin Soldiers, exuding an intimidating presence.
After three or four minutes of battle, Zhengyang shouted, "Retreat!" Reluctantly, I followed him, fighting as we fell back. The Yin General led the remaining soldiers in a furious pursuit. I ran breathlessly, drenched in sweat when Zhengyang suddenly called out "Stop!" We halted abruptly as the Yin General urged his horse forward, charging several dozen meters before turning back to attack us again.
A chilling howl echoed from both the east and south, ringing painfully in my ears. Sure enough, two clusters of Yin Soldiers brandished their weapons and surged toward us, even more numerous than before. Just their sheer presence was enough to send shivers down my spine.
I asked Zhengyang, "Are we engaging?"
"Yes!"
Zhengyang became a reaper of heads; within just a few moves, he had severed several Yin Soldiers' heads from their bodies. I struggled much more; after dozens of exchanges, I had only managed to take down two Yin Soldiers and sustained injuries myself! I had been eager to unleash the mysterious power of my Sand Hammer but found it elusive.
Surrounded by the encroaching Yin Soldiers, I felt overwhelmed. Suddenly, they scattered in panic, providing me with a momentary reprieve. Following their retreating path, I saw that the Yin General had fallen; his head lay severed from his body. Zhengyang's sword was now stained with blood in an almost mesmerizing manner. I was utterly shocked—how could this formidable Yin General be defeated so easily by Zhengyang?
If this Yin General had been weak, I could have accepted it! But to see such a powerful figure fall without my knowledge left me questioning Zhengyang's true strength. Why then did he choose to retreat?
Doubt flooded my mind: why hadn’t the Xiongnu Shadow Soldiers attacked the Han Army? Why did they ignore Yankui and his Yin Soldiers? Why did the Han Army seem unconcerned about potential ambushes from the Xiongnu Shadow Soldiers? They didn’t even leave any troops behind for defense! Moreover, why did it appear that the Han Army recognized us and chose not to harm us? Soon enough, all these questions would find answers in what was about to unfold.
At that moment when truths began to unravel, everything that seemed illogical suddenly made sense under the grand strategy at play.
As we sheathed our swords, Big Mouth Lee hurried over with one arm seemingly broken. He shouted excitedly, "Well done!" Turning around, I realized he had been absent during our fight; now that victory was assured, he finally showed up. Unable to contain myself, I spat in disdain.
"What are you doing here?"
"Li Songbao, you idiot! Why did you come?" I couldn't help but scold him.
Zhengyang remained silent for a moment before letting out a loud roar, swinging his long sword towards Big Mouth Lee. I quickly jumped up and grabbed Zhengyang, asking, "Have you lost your mind?" He forcefully shook me off, retorting, "Do you even know who I am?" I looked him up and down, seeing nothing particularly special about him, and replied earnestly, "Aren't you just Zhengyang?"
"Hahaha! He's already dead; I killed him in the oasis!" My mind went blank at his words. I immediately let go and jumped aside, scrutinizing him again from head to toe. Could he be Ghost Chanyu? The thought sent a chill down my spine as my mind replayed the earlier scene like lightning.
It was already abnormal for a living person to leap down from the branches. The fight with those Yin Soldiers only made me feel like it was all part of his act. And that Yin General? Perhaps just a decoy! No wonder Zhengyang's power suddenly erupted! If he had transformed into Zhengyang to save me, what was his true intention?
"Hehe! Child, I want your Spirit Yang Body!" Zhengyang said coldly. Upon hearing this, Big Mouth Lee's eyes instantly sparkled with a glimmer of light as he moved closer to me, grabbing my arm tightly. "Just now, I saw everything clearly from the bushes; it was right there at the scene, and I didn't dare to act!" It dawned on me that Big Mouth Lee had followed me out of concern for my safety. I felt deeply touched!
Zhengyang let out a cold laugh and leaped away, disappearing without a trace...
Now it was just me and Big Mouth Lee left. He stared at me blankly, a hint of menace flickering in his eyes. His throat moved slightly, making a gulping sound as if he were swallowing saliva. Before I could react, Big Mouth Lee grabbed my arm and smirked coldly, "I've missed you so much!"
Could it be that Big Mouth Lee was sick? Missing me?
In an instant, I realized that voice sounded too familiar—an aggressive woman's voice. Not just aggressive; it was extremely fierce. It felt reminiscent, but I couldn't quite place it!
"Xia Ji, no matter where you are in this world, I will find you!"
Hearing those words made everything click into place. It wasn't Big Mouth Lee at all; it was her! How could she possibly be here?
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