I heard Wen Zhengchun was the lecherous fiend White Chrysanthemum-lustful, black-hearted, and ruthless

The Tailwind Army soldier selling donkey-meat flatbreads asked a few seemingly well-intentioned, casual questions, then gave Jiang Wenyue a meaningful look.

The Tailwind Army had plenty of experience gathering intelligence. This little girl was clearly not a local, so after a few questions, the soldier selling donkey-meat flatbreads became certain something was amiss and gave a signal. He continued doing business while a nearby comrade went to carry the message. Though Jiang Wenyue had never done this before, he had long been steeped in such practices in the army. Without hesitation, he turned and left. Once out of the alley, he used his lightness skill to race off and report to Sun Mingke.

Jiang Wenyue had barely run a few dozen paces when he saw the little girl from earlier glide through the air and land ahead of him, still holding a donkey-meat flatbread. She suddenly looked back with a radiant smile, like a hundred flowers blooming at once, peach blossoms smiling and plum blossoms glowing. He abruptly let out a mighty shout, drew the saber at his waist, and hacked down hard.

The little girl pursed her lips in a soft expression of displeasure, seeming both resentful and angry, with a touch of grievance. Inwardly, however, she was genuinely surprised. Ever since I came down the mountain, this Heavenly Demon Illusory Charm art has never failed. How can this boy, whose martial arts aren't even particularly good, withstand it?

With a flick of her little hand, she sent seven or eight beans flying at several of Jiang Wenyue's major acupoints. Jiang Wenyue roared, his saber sweeping out in a flash as he unleashed a move from the Eighteen Prairie-Fire Strikes: Wildfire Burns the White Grass to the Sky. This line of classical poetry came from Wang Wei's poem on