Snatching People
Seeing the little beggar, she felt a pang of sympathy and helped the honest-looking boy up.
She stretched out a small hand that seemed out of place for Delia and stroked the boy's chest. Then, she took out an exquisite porcelain bottle from her bosom, poured out a pill of unknown origin, and fed it to the boy.
After quite a while, the Three-Headed Flood Dragon and the Four Devils of the Yellow River came running over again.
Waaah, you scumbags are going to make that little beggar and that boy look bad.
This caused another huge commotion.
The noisy crowd also learned the identity of the boy in front of them.
His name was Guo Jing, and he helped Temüjin defeat Wanyan Honglie's vanguard generals, also known as the Four Devils of the Yellow River.
With this grudge, Sha Tongtian, Hou Tonghai, and the Four Devils of the Yellow River all lost face in front of Wanyan Honglie, and naturally they were unwilling to let Guo Jing off the hook.
Ji Boying watched them argue and made plans in his mind.
The three people standing in this circle— Reverend Lingzhi, Liang Ziwen, Peng Lianhu —were all skilled in martial arts.
Although he didn't know their true skill level, he could tell from Wang Chuyi's demonstration that he was slightly inferior to himself.
These people in front of him would naturally be no match for him in a one-on-one fight.
"Daoist Priest Wang, I have something of great importance to do, and it is also related to Daoist Priest Qiu. You must follow my instructions and take these two young brothers and the father and daughter who are holding a martial arts contest to wait for me outside the South Gate."
Wang Chuyi was surprised, but he assumed that this person was one of his own, and seeing the solemnity on his face, he couldn't help but nod.
Ji Boying turned his head again and stared at Guo Jing and the little beggar in front of him.
"Guo Jing, I know about your situation. Listen to my instructions. Once this is over, I will tell you about your father's killer, how about that?"
Guo Jing's expression changed drastically.
He was an honest and simple man who came from Mongols. No one here recognized him. How could he know about his background or that he had a father-killer?
Such a statement was not made without reason.
"Brother, I will certainly follow your orders."
He had a simple and honest face, rough skin, and looked older than Ji Boying, even though he was actually older than Ji Boying.
He knew that when asking someone for a favor, he should consider himself inferior, and his personality was such that he would always give way to others, so he would voluntarily call himself his little brother.
He could only see the little beggar's brows furrowed, his face dark and indistinct, staring intently at Ji Boying, trying to discern some clues.
Ji Boying also stared at her bright eyes and looked at her deeply.
"Miss Huang, you don't want your Brother Guo to suffer a loss, do you?"
In Ji Boying's plan, the two people in front of him were indispensable.
He was also afraid that the quirky Huang Rong would cause some trouble again, or that she would be preoccupied with romance and run off somewhere to prepare a surprise for Guo Jing, which would always be a hassle.
"Ah? Miss Huang... Miss Huang?... Miss...?"
Guo Jing stood there dumbfounded, completely at a loss.
He quickly looked the little Delia up and down.
His dazed and silly appearance amused Huang Rong, who had a serious expression, and made her laugh.
Even with a thick layer of ash on her face, it couldn't hide her slight shyness.
Concealing her shyness, she turned her head and looked at Ji Boying dangerously.
"I'd like to see what tricks you have up your sleeve. Now that you know who I am, I don't think you'll do anything strange."
Huang Rong is using Peach Blossom Island to threaten Ji Boying.
Ji Boying just smiled and said, "If you listen to me, this is naturally a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."
"Daoist Priest Wang, you should go first."
Before he could finish speaking, Wanyan Kang, who was being held down, suddenly started to move.
His heart was pounding with fear.
Although he was worried about being punished by his master when he first learned that it was Wang Chuyi, he was still safe.
But he had just learned from the Four Devils of the Yellow River that Guo Jing in front of him was actually Mongols.
He was a general under Temüjin, who had just fought against his father on the battlefield.
If Wang Chuyi were on his side, how could the Mongols possibly let go of Wanyan Honglie's son once they started fighting?
The two countries clashed, leaving corpses strewn across the battlefield.
Wanyan Kang had no intention of getting involved in the feud between them, especially with the gambling Wang Chuyi had always been kind to him.
Spoiled and pampered, he suddenly became ruthless, twisting his arm so hard it almost dislocated.
The other hand finally created space, its five fingers forming a claw, a chilling wind blowing, and it viciously grabbed at Wang Chuyi's arm.
"Little beast!"
Wang Chuyi was greatly surprised.
Those five fingers were sharp and fierce; it was unclear where this little beast had learned his unorthodox skills, but there was no time to entangle him.
Caught off guard by the sudden attack, Wang Chuyi was determined not to be caught off guard.
Before he could retaliate or change his move, she thrust the whisk in her hand directly into his.
With that one grab, the whisk instantly turned to shreds.
A few strands of hair fluttered in the wind, obscuring the view.
Wanyan Kang seized the opportunity to retreat, and Peng Lianhu and the other two came up to meet him.
Ji Boying flashed forward and drew his sword.
The sword light was sharp, first blocking Peng Lianhu and his two companions.
He reached out with his left hand to grab Wanyan Kang.
Wanyan Kang formed his hands into claws, ready to retaliate.
But how could Ji Boying possibly see his meager abilities?
Ji Boying casually slapped his left hand onto the palm of his hand, causing him excruciating pain.
She reached out again to grab his neck.
The move was seemingly effortless and lacked any real power, yet Wanyan Kang couldn't dodge it no matter how hard he tried. His eyes widened in shock, and he panicked in disarray.
Of the three, Peng Lianhu was the fastest.
Seeing that his knees were not bent and his feet were not moving, he suddenly moved sideways and came to Ji Boying's side, intending to save Wanyan Kang.
Ji Boying pointed the tip of his sword.
The cold light pointed directly at his arm.
Peng Lianhu had no choice but to back down.
Liang Ziwen's agile movements mimicked those of a wild fox from beyond the Great Wall, but he was actually quite skilled in Lightness Skill.
Instead of attacking him directly, he instead aimed several Zi Wu Bone-Penetrating Nails at Ji Boying.
Ji Boying used the Mount Heng Sword Forms, which was ever-changing and unpredictable, to knock down all the Bone-Penetrating Nails.
Upon seeing this, Wang Chuyi offered to come and help.
"Master, there's no need for you to help."
Ji Boying grabbed Wanyan Kang by the collar and lightly tossed him backward, landing him in Wang Chuyi's hand.
"Daoist Priest Wang, take this person away as well."
As he spoke, he effortlessly used a move from the Mount Song Swordplay, forcing Reverend Lingzhi retreat.
"Quickly save the Little Prince!"
A group of soldiers rushed over as well.
Hou Tonghai and the Four Devils of the Yellow River only belatedly realized what was happening and came up to help.
"Daoist priest, hurry up and go."
It looked like they were about to be surrounded. It would be easy for Ji Boying to escape, but it would be difficult for Wang Chuyi.
In particular, Yang Tiexin had already attracted a spear on the outer perimeter, and it seemed that he and Mu Nianci were going to come up and help.
His meager skills were simply a hindrance to these masters.
"Young man, be careful."
Once Wang Chuyi realized the situation, he gave a few instructions and then cautiously carried Wanyan Kang, along with Guo Jing and the others, overpowering several soldiers and making their way out.