Familiar Voice

Who is it?

The soldiers of the Nalan Family lived up to their reputation as battle-hardened warriors. Even when they encountered Dou Huang expert, they did not panic or flee. Instead, they formed ranks to defend against the enemy.

Thousands of soldiers raised their shields, and the shields completely enveloped Na Lan Yan Ran's carriage, making it as solid as an iron barrel.

However, the Dou Huang expert was none other than Leng Ao Han. He paid no attention to the army below, and pointed his black steel shadow blade spear at the sky. Instantly, thousands of Dou Qi and shadows swirled around the heavens and earth, and a vast storm of Dou Qi swept and raged, like rolling waves, and smashed into the carriage below.

"Aaaaaah!"

With a single strike, countless soldiers below were thrown to the ground, some even reduced to mincemeat.

Na Lan Yan Ran's carriage was instantly overturned, and she rushed out of the wrecked carriage. Some soldiers struggled to their feet and raised their large shields to protect her.

"You're incredibly lucky. Then try taking another hit from me."

Leng Ao Han chuckled and activated his Dou Technique once more.

"Oh no, stop it quickly!"

The soldiers of the Nalan Family gritted their teeth and formed a human shield, buying Na Lan Yan Ran a chance to dodge behind them.

"You audacious madman, do not harm my Great Elder!" The two Misty Cloud Sect elders recovered their senses and roared, their Dou Qi surging forth. They spread their Dou Qi Wings and flew into the sky to meet Leng Ao Han.

"Wind Howl Sword Technique"

"Great Wind Palm"

Knowing they were no match for him, the two elders had no choice but to fight with all their might, using all their Dou Qi to clash with Leng Ao Han.

"Boom boom boom boom..."

The opposing Dou Qi clashed repeatedly in the sky, causing darkness and turbulent winds.

But how could Dou Wang expert be a match for Peak Dou Emperor? After only a brief exchange, the two Misty Cloud Sect elders were defeated, injured by Leng Ao Han's powerful Dou Technique. They coughed up blood in mid-air and finally fell to the ground.

Although Leng Ao Han defeated two elders of the Misty Cloud Sect, the power of his Dou Technique was too fierce. With the remaining force still there, he slammed down below with an unstoppable force.

"Aaaaaah!"

Another group of fearless warriors met a tragic end under Leng Ao Han's Dou Technique.

"Damn it!" Na Lan Yan Ran looked at the warriors who had died for her, their bodies mutilated before her eyes, and her heart ached. However, she herself had not yet recovered her strength to fight him.

"Miss Yanran, run! We've just crossed the border of the Magical Beast Forest. Quickly escape into the forest; the trees there are dense and offer hiding places. We'll cover you!"

A corps commander at the Dou Shi level calmly directed his remaining hundred soldiers to protect Na Lan Yan Ran. Seeing Leng Ao Han descending from the sky and Na Lan Yan Ran refusing to leave, he shouted anxiously.

"Miss Yanran, we've risked our lives alongside Old Master Nalan, and he saved our lives. We've long since disregarded our own safety. You must leave quickly; only by escaping can we avoid dying in vain."

Na Lan Yan Ran was unwilling to leave; how could she allow these people before her to die for her?

No, she had to think of a way. Her Dou Qi hadn't recovered yet, and the only trump card she could use was her soul power, but she didn't know how to use it to attack. This was a bit of a problem.

After thinking it over and over, she finally came up with a good idea, so she ran towards the direction of the Magical Beast Forest without looking back.

"Trying to run away, did you even ask me?"

Leng Ao Han descended from the sky, seemingly playing with a cat to toy with a mouse. With another casual strike, she swept down a large number of the charging Nalan Family soldiers.

"Form ranks! Form ranks! Is anyone still alive? If you're a man, get up! Form ranks and charge! Protect Miss Yanran's safe retreat! Even if we die, we'll die on the road to battle!"

The corps commander was covered in blood, one arm and one leg had been knocked away by the opponent. He used the spear in his hand to support his body and called up dozens of soldiers again. But he saw that Leng Ao Han had abandoned him and was flying straight towards Na Lan Yan Ran. He had a plan and used a provocation tactic.

"What kind of bullshit Dou Huang expert? We've been fighting for so long and we're still fine. Stop embarrassing yourself on the Dou Qi Continent. I despise you!"

"That's right, trashy Dou Emperor, you're obviously all bark and no bite. Come and fight me!" The other soldiers, fearless and ready to die, joined the corps commander in shouting insults.

Their only hope now is to hold off the Dou Emperor's pursuit for just one more second, giving Na Lan Yan Ran a little more time to run. This is the belief of soldiers.

"You're asking for it!"

Leng Ao Han suddenly turned around, about to unleash another powerful Dou Technique to kill all the people in front of her.

Seeing the powerful Dou Qi aura relentlessly pressing down on them, the corps commander smiled and said, "Father, Mother, please forgive your son for not being able to fulfill his filial duties."

"Stop!" Just then, Na Lan Yan Ran, who had just disappeared into the Magical Beast Forest, actually ran back.

Na Lan Yan Ran said, "Release them, and I'll do whatever you want with me."

Her words were calm, as if she had taken life and death in stride.

"Miss Yanran, you can't!" The soldiers present pounded the ground and wept bitterly. Their young lady was actually going to die for them.

Leng Ao Han approached Na Lan Yan Ran step by step, feeling a sense of familiarity, but he didn't think much of it. Killing Na Lan Yan Ran was a promise he made to Ling Feiyan yesterday.

"Aren't you afraid of dying?" Leng Ao Han narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Hmph, what joy is there in living, what fear is there in dying? What has I Na Lan Yan Ran, to fear?"

Looking at the proud woman in front of him, Leng Ao Han suddenly felt reluctant to make a move, but he still raised the spear in his hand and thrust it straight at Na Lan Yan Ran's chest.

"Don't blame me after you die; you shouldn't have bullied Yan'er."

With a Leng Ao Han pierced Na Lan Yan Ran's chest with the spear, then lifted her up, and Na Lan Yan Ran closed her eyes.

"Um?"

Just then, Leng Ao Han suddenly sensed something was wrong, because Na Lan Yan Ran's corpse was not bleeding. Just as he was wondering, Na Lan Yan Ran, whose head was raised, suddenly opened her eyes and uttered a single word.

"Burst"

"Boom!"

A vast amount of soul power exploded from Na Lan Yan Ran's body. At the same time, her body transformed into a soul bomb, spreading outwards in concentric circles from Leng Ao Han.

It turned out that what returned was a soul clone.

Leng Ao Han, being in the center, was the first to suffer a massive soul impact. He felt his ears ringing, his eyes going blind, his mind exploding, and his meridians becoming unstable. In the blink of an eye, a large amount of blood flowed from his ears, eyes, nostrils, and mouth.

"Aaaaaah!"

Leng Ao Han's eyes were injured before, and now she has suffered another severe blow, losing her sight once again.

He brandished his spear back and forth in front of the ground like a madman, until finally, his head spun and he collapsed to the ground.

Na Lan Yan Ran peeked out from behind a large tree in the distance, and only after confirming that Leng Ao Han had lost his fighting ability did she walk over.

When it comes to deceiving people, Na Lan Yan Ran has never backed down from anyone. She successfully used a soul clone to completely stun Leng Ao Han.

Di Jing's soul is not something an ordinary person can withstand. If she had cultivated a soul attack skill, Leng Ao Han would have been finished long ago.

Arriving beside Leng Ao Han, Na Lan Yan Ran squatted down and carefully examined the other woman. She really hadn't expected Ling Feiyan to have such a powerful accomplice; it seemed she would have to be more careful in the future.

She removed the Storage Ring from Leng Ao Han's hand, then used her powerful soul force to erase the Soul Imprint on it, and searched through the contents of the Storage Ring one by one to see if there was anything valuable.

As expected, Leng Ao Han's Storage Ring indeed contained many treasures: a dazzling array of pills, countless medicinal herbs, a wide variety of high-level weapons, and even several advanced cultivation techniques and Dou Technique.

She glanced at the token, which was made of an unknown metal. The front depicted a vast ocean with a huge iceberg carved on it, while the back was inscribed with the characters for "Ice Clan".

Na Lan Yan Ran's beautiful eyes narrowed sharply. This person actually had a clan. It seemed that she couldn't kill this person today.

Now that she has lost the system and her strength has not been restored, wouldn't killing this man invite pursuit from his family?

After much deliberation, Na Lan Yan Ran left the token with Leng Ao Han and tucked it into his arms.

"I'm going to kill you!" Leng Ao Han, completely powerless, weakly grabbed Na Lan Yan Ran's small hand.

"Brother, don't waste your energy." Na Lan Yan Ran broke free from Leng Ao Han's large hand, took out a healing pill, and stuffed it into his mouth. Then, with the air of a gangster boss, she patted Leng Ao Han's cheek and said, "Today, I'm letting you go for the time being because you've worked hard to cultivate. But if you ever dare to cause me trouble again, you'll be in for a world of hurt. Cherish your life and don't mess with me."

After cleaning up the chaotic scene, the seriously injured Misty Cloud Sect elders and soldiers returned to the capital city by the same route, leaving only a dozen or so lightly wounded soldiers to continue escorting Na Lan Yan Ran on her journey.

The two elders of the Misty Cloud Sect were also filled with shame. They had failed in their duty today. Not only had they failed to protect the safety of the Great Elder, but the Great Elder had actually saved their lives. If the old sect master of Yun Shan knew about this, he would definitely punish them severely.

"Elders, there's no need to blame yourselves so much. You've already done your best. When you return, please don't reveal this attack to Sect Master Yun Shan."

Before leaving, Na Lan Yan Ran glanced one last time at Leng Ao Han, who was sprawled on the ground in the distance, and shouted, "Hey, I'm leaving now. Let's say goodbye. I hope you'll learn your lesson this time; next time I won't hold back."

The convoy continued on its way into the distance, leaving Leng Ao Han lying on the ground, unable to get up.

"Why does this woman's voice and her hands feel so familiar?" Leng Ao Han wondered, and finally fell into a deep sleep.

As darkness fell, Leng Ao Han lay unconscious on the ground. It wasn't until noon the next day that he groggily opened his eyes, but he still didn't have the strength to get up.

"Manager Zhou Xiaosheng, you're so handsome and talented! My sister and I both really love your designs!"

A carriage appeared in the distance, with two women from the Mittel Family sitting on either side of a man, chatting and laughing all the way.

"Whoa!"

Just then, Zhou Xiaosheng suddenly saw Leng Ao Han on the ground, so he rescued him and brought him back to the carriage. As he drove the carriage, he said to the women who admired him on both sides, "Let me tell you about my rise to power!"

Zhou Xiaosheng continued talking to himself, ignoring whether Leng Aohan in the carriage Leng Ao Han or not. He recounted his story of how he arrived in the capital, was helped by Na Lan Yan Ran, and gradually opened his own jewelry store.

When he mentioned giving a Golden Bracelet to Na Lan Yan Ran, Leng Ao Han, inside the carriage, suddenly let out a mournful cry.

"Hey, see this guy inside? He understands how heartbroken I was back then," Zhou Xiaosheng boasted to the two women.