Movement on all fronts

At dusk, the setting sun shone like blood.

Xu Qi'an saw a sumptuous feast in front of him, with a gentle old woman, a young man, a pretty young woman, and two children of different ages sitting at the table.

They are Zheng Xinghuai's family. I am now speaking from Zheng Xinghuai's perspective, and having empathized with Xu Qi'an once while recalling his memories, I immediately understand.

He listened quietly as Zheng Xinghuai reprimanded his son.

Zheng Xinghuai had two sons. The eldest son pursued an official career and, thanks to Zheng Xinghuai's guidance, earned an excellent reputation and had a promising future.

The second son was a spoiled brat who spent his days hunting hawks and fighting dogs, doing absolutely nothing.

Furthermore, because Zheng Xinghuai had very strict family discipline, this second son dared not do anything to bully men or women, and he couldn't even be a good playboy.

A good-for-nothing who accomplishes nothing.

Today, Young Master Zheng was drinking at a brothel when he got into a fight with a military officer and was severely beaten up.

Zheng Xinghuai reprimanded his second son, speaking sternly and harshly.

The second young master Zheng was Qi Ingestion and said aggrievedly, "Father, I only went to a brothel. It was that scoundrel who started the trouble. Non-Self cause any trouble. What did I do wrong?"

"Yes, what's wrong with visiting brothels?" Xu Qi'an spoke up for the Second Young Master Zheng.

"Father, I want to go back to my parents' home. Next month is my father's 60th birthday."

At this moment, the daughter-in-law spoke.

Before Zheng Xinghuai could speak, his second son waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "Are you crazy? The barbarians outside have been causing a ruckus lately, and Chuzhou City is so close to the border. What if we run into barbarian cavalry on the way out of the city?"

His face showed terror as he scolded his wife for being oblivious to her own danger.

Zheng Xinghuai angrily retorted, "You cowardly wretch, how could I have given birth to such a useless piece of trash?"

Xu Qi'an couldn't see Zheng Xinghuai's expression, but in a state of empathy, he could feel Zheng Xinghuai's anger and frustration at Zheng's perceived shortcomings.

He was both disappointed and helpless with his second son, feeling that the boy was utterly worthless and couldn't even compare to a single hair on his eldest son's head.

At this moment, a man in light armor rushed into the inner hall in a panic. He carried a horn bow on his back and a long sword at his waist. It was Li Han.

Li Han repeatedly said, "Sir, the garrison troops suddenly entered the city for some unknown reason, gathering large numbers of people. We don't know what they're up to."

Zheng Xinghuai was taken aback and asked somewhat blankly, "The garrison troops are gathering civilians? Where are they gathering, and who is leading them?"

Gathering the people for a massacre? Xu Qi'an's heart skipped a beat, and he became extremely alert. Then he heard Li Han say:

"The people were gathered in the four directions of east, west, south, and north, led by the Commander-in-Chief, Duke Protector of the State, Que Yongxiu. He should be in the southern part of the city now."

Zheng Xinghuai put down his chopsticks, stood up, and said, "Prepare the horses. If I want to take a look, inform Mr. Zhu to accompany me."

Immediately, Zheng Xinghuai, accompanied by his "guest ministers," rode towards the south city. Along the way, he indeed saw garrison soldiers escorting civilians in processions, their destination unknown.

"Stop! What are you doing?" Zheng Xinghuai shouted to stop them.

The heavily armed soldiers stared at him coldly, without uttering a word.

Zheng Xinghuai asked again, but still no one answered.

A sense of foreboding welled up in his heart. He didn't continue to entangle with the lower-ranking soldiers. He suddenly cracked his whip and galloped wildly along the street towards the south of the city.

Following the soldiers along the way, Zheng Xinghuai quickly arrived at his destination. He saw a sea of heads, roughly estimated to be over 100,000.

There were ordinary people, merchants, and even government officials. This group of people were gathered on a wasteland in the south of the city, shoulder to shoulder.

Thousands of soldiers, clad in armor and armed with bows or crossbows, surrounded the group.

Zheng Xinghuai's gaze swept across the room, locking onto the Commander Que Yongxiu, who was perched high on horseback, and the dozen or so secret agents shrouded in black robes beside him.

Zheng Xinghuai, a spy for the Prince of Zhenbei, narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Duke Protector of the Nation, what are you doing?"

"Prefect Zheng, you've come at the right time." Que Yongxiu's one eye coldly surveyed him as he said, "Lord Zheng, the barbarians repeatedly invade the border, burning, killing, and looting. Do you know why?"

Zheng Xinghuai didn't understand why he asked this, and frowned. "What does this have to do with you gathering the people?"

Que Yongxiu pointed his spear at the hundreds of thousands of people and laughed loudly:

"Of course it's related. As citizens of the Great Feng Great Feng, we should dedicate ourselves to the stability of its borders, even unto death, and sacrifice our lives for the continued prosperity of the Great Feng Dynasty. Does Governor Zheng think what I've said makes sense?"

"Baffling."

Just as Zheng Xinghuai was about to reprimand them, he suddenly saw Que Yongxiu spur his horse and charge towards the people.

"Puff!"

He plunged his spear into a civilian's chest, hoisting him high into the air as blood splattered out. The man on the spear struggled painfully for a few moments before his limbs drooped limply.

The scene instantly descended into chaos. The surrounding people screamed in alarm, while those further away, unaware of the bloody spectacle, remained bewildered.

Zheng Xinghuai's eyes widened in fury. "Que Yongxiu, how dare you indiscriminately kill civilians? Have you gone mad?"

The massacre was about to begin. Xu Qi'an already knew what was going to happen next. Through empathy, he deeply understood Zheng Xinghuai's shock and anger at this moment.

"Lord Zheng, don't rush, it'll be your turn soon." Que Yongxiu flicked away the corpse from the spear tip and waved his hand. "Release the arrows!"

Thousands of armored soldiers drew their bows together, aiming them at the innocent civilians who had gathered together.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh"

Arrows rained down like a deluge, dense as locusts, like a torrential downpour.

Each arrow claimed a life; civilians fell, wounded and crying out in despair, their lives as worthless as blades of grass. Among them were the elderly and children.

Those who narrowly escaped the first wave of arrows began to flee, but what awaited them was the slaughter of elite soldiers. As soldiers of the Great Feng, they showed no mercy in killing the people of the Great Feng.

"Help! Help!"

"Don't kill me, don't kill me!"

The people panicked and knelt down, begging for mercy. They couldn't understand why the Great Feng army wanted to kill them. Why were these soldiers guarding the border not killing the barbarians, but instead turning their swords on them?

puff.

The butcher's knife fell, the man collapsed, and blood splattered everywhere.

The soldiers showed no pity whatsoever for their pleas for mercy and their kneeling.

"You bastards, what are you doing? I am a student of the prefectural school, a scholar with the title of Xiucai. You are slaughtering innocent people; your crimes are heinous."

A scholar in a blue Confucian robe, though pale-faced, bravely stepped forward and stood before the people, loudly rebuking the soldiers.

Not far away, a squad leader drew his sword with a clang and viciously plunged it into the scholar's chest.

Warm blood flowed along the blade, and the scholar stared at him, staring intently at him.

Xu Qi'an felt his soul trembling, unsure whether it originated from himself or Zheng Xinghuai, but probably from both.

"Kill them all, leave no survivors!" Que Yongxiu shouted, raising his spear.

No one was spared, including Provincial Governor Zheng who was present.

Several spies drew their weapons and charged menacingly towards Governor Zheng.

The retainer surnamed Zhu lowered his waist and hips, his fist igniting with a transparent flame-like aura that distorted the air before he suddenly struck out.

Instead of retreating, a black-robed spy advanced, his five fingers like sharp claws, blocking the incoming fist force. With a sudden tear, the fist force dissipated into a hurricane.

"Sir, let's go quickly."

The guest advisor surnamed Zhu stayed behind to cover their retreat, while the other guards led Zheng Xinghuai to escape to the Zheng residence.

The horses galloped away. Zheng Xinghuai looked back one last time and saw thousands of soldiers drawing their bows and firing arrows that pierced the bodies of civilians; he saw soldiers brandishing their swords and killing a mother who was fleeing with her child; he saw Que Yongxiu sitting high on his horse, watching all of this with a cold, one-eyed gaze.

Life is as insignificant as grass.

The beast Xu Qi'an heard the voice in his mind, unable to distinguish whether it was his own, Li Miaozhen's, or Zheng Xinghuai's.

The soldiers along the way ignored them, mechanically and numbly repeating the work of escorting the civilians and driving them to designated locations.

Zheng Xinghuai knew what fate awaited these people and ordered his guards to rescue them several times, but they refused and escorted him back to his residence.

"I'll go gather the guards of the manor. You all go and inform the madam and young masters immediately that we must leave the city now and fight our way out!" Li Han, carrying a horn bow, roared.

Soon, the guards of the manor assembled in the front yard. Apart from weapons and armor, they carried no valuables.

"Father, Father, what's wrong? Have the barbarians invaded?"

Young Master Zheng led his female relatives out, their faces pale and their eyes filled with fear.

"The soldiers in the city have mutinied and are massacring civilians, including us. We must leave the city immediately," Zheng Xinghuai said briefly.

Even at this point, Zheng Xinghuai was still confused. He didn't know why Que Yongxiu and the Prince of Zhenbei had gathered the people to slaughter them, or what their purpose was in committing such atrocities.

Having spent half his life navigating the ups and downs of officialdom, he knew that this was not the time to investigate the truth. The best course of action now was to leave Chuzhou City and escape the danger.

Young Master Zheng swayed and almost lost his balance, but his wife helped him up.

Everyone was already used to Zheng Er Gongzi's cowardly behavior, including Zheng Xinghuai himself.

Under the protection of the guards, the women and children entered the carriage, and the group rode horses, galloping wildly towards the city gate.

"They're coming!" Li Han, carrying a bullhorn bow, roared.

Several black-robed spies gave chase; their speed far surpassed that of horses. Li Han twisted his waist, turned around, drew a powerful bowstring to its fullest extent, and with a thud, the arrow whistled through the air.

The spies were no pushovers; they dodged arrows and arrived in an instant, wielding long swords as they descended from the sky, slashing at the carriage.

"Protect the lady."

Wei Youlong, dressed in purple robes, swung his cleaver in reverse, blocking the spy's blade. The energy exploded, and the carriage creaked as if it were about to fall apart.

The two sides fought and ran, and soon arrived at the city gate.

Ahead, hundreds of soldiers, clad in armor and armed with weapons, were already waiting; on the city walls, even more soldiers were waiting.

Commander-in-Chief, Duke of Protector of the Nation Que Yongxiu, sat high on his horse, watching the crowd trying to escape the city, and said with a sneer, "Lord Zheng, you can't escape."

"Not only are there elite soldiers on the city walls, but also top-tier experts carefully trained by the Prince of Zhenbei. No one can escape."

They couldn't escape. Once the city gates were closed, and with a large army and skilled warriors guarding the high ground, even the barbarian army might not be able to break through. Xu Qi'an's heart sank.

He was there, experiencing immense torment and anxiety. His reason told him that the Zheng family couldn't escape.

Provincial Governor Zheng reined in his horse and demanded, "Que Yongxiu, what exactly do you want to do? Are you planning a rebellion?"

Que Yongxiu sneered, "Why would I need to rebel to kill you ants?"

His single eye gleamed with a murderous light; he was cruel and indifferent. He raised his spear and roared, "Kill!"

With wolves in front and tigers behind, their situation instantly became critical. The guards tried their best to protect Governor Zheng and his family, but in the face of life and death, they had to fight with all their might, so how could they take care of so many ordinary people who were powerless to even kill a chicken?

After a round of fighting, the carriage overturned, and the women were hacked to death. Que Yongxiu thrust out his spear, lifted up Zheng Xinghuai's grandson, and laughed wildly:

"Lord Zheng, you pride yourself on being an upright and distinguished official, intolerant of any wrongdoing. Two years ago, disregarding the Prince of Huai's reputation, you rigorously investigated the military land case and, on the grounds of embezzlement, killed three of my capable subordinates. Did you ever imagine that this day would come?"

"I'm killing your descendants, it's just reciprocity, take it."

He flicked his wrist, throwing the child's body toward Governor Zheng, but this was a feint. In the moment when Zheng Xinghuai instinctively reached out to catch it, Que Yongxiu threw his spear.

The spear pierced through his body, pinning him to the ground.

But it wasn't Zheng Xinghuai who died, but that cowardly, cowardly playboy.

Young Master Zheng, this cowardly spoiled brat, raised his pale face and choked out, "Father, I'm in so much pain, I... I'm so scared."

He was still that useless playboy, already married and established in his career, yet he would still cry to his father.

But this cowardly and useless piece of trash pushed his father aside in the critical moment and used his own body to block the spear without even blinking.

He feared his father and was subservient to him, but in his heart, his father was like a sky above him, more important than anything else.

Xu Qi'an suddenly felt tears blurring his vision and his eyes burning. He subconsciously reached out to wipe away the tears, only to realize that he was just an observer and that the one who was truly crying was Zheng Xinghuai.

The empathy ends here, the picture is fragmented, and the last thing that freezes in Xu Qian's eyes is Que Yongxiu's ferocious smile.

He suddenly woke up, opened his eyes, and heard Zheng Xinghuai wailing in his ears. The vivid memory of his family's tragic death caused Zheng Buzheng to break down emotionally, ending his empathy prematurely.

The crying went from intense and high-pitched to a low, mournful wail. After a long while, Zheng Xinghuai carefully wiped away his tears with his sleeve, his eyes red, and cupped his hands in a gesture of respect:

"I have lost my composure."

"Feel sorry."

Xu Qi'an returned the greeting with clasped hands, exhaled a long breath, and asked, "And then?"

Li Han, carrying a stiff bow, said in a deep voice, "We sacrificed two fourth-rank officials to break out of the city, and then we've been hiding and secretly contacting chivalrous people, trying to expose the Prince of Zhenbei's conspiracy."

Therefore, apart from Zheng Xinghuai, his family members all died in Chuzhou City. Xu Qi'an glanced at everyone and said in a low voice, "I'm going out for some peace and quiet."

The air here was unusually stuffy, and the carbon dioxide produced by the campfire was extremely uncomfortable; Xu Qi'an even felt a tightness in his chest.

Ignoring the expressions of the others, he turned and walked to the cave entrance, pushed aside the branches that were obstructing his view, and went out.

He stood in the valley, breathing in the cool air, and then realized that his chest tightness had nothing to do with the air; it was a feeling of pent-up emotions, an inability to exhale, and an inability to find relief.

Soft footsteps came from behind.

"I'm going to Chuzhou City," Li Miaozhen whispered.

Deep hatred is silent; her calm face betrayed no emotion, but her eyes were filled with unwavering resolve.

"We need to go to Chuzhou City. Anger will only cloud our judgment. Before we go, let's organize our thoughts and review the 'Three Thousand Miles Massacre' case again." Xu Qi'an broke off a dry twig, bit it in his mouth, and said:

"The Prince of Zhenbei massacred the city in order to refine his Essence Blood and break through to the second rank. However, refining Essence Blood takes time, so he chose to massacre Chuzhou City to deceive everyone by his habitual thinking of hiding things from those around him."

"I previously intercepted and killed a spy of the Prince of Zhenbei. I summoned his spirit to inquire about the situation, and the spy did not know the location of the massacre of civilians by the Prince of Zhenbei. However, according to Governor Zheng's recollections, there were many soldiers and spies involved in the massacre."

Li Miaozhen frowned and said, "You mean, those soldiers and spies have most likely had their memories altered?"

Xu Qi'an nodded. "That's possible. They don't know what they've done. In any case, it's not something a martial artist could do. So, the Prince of Zhenbei has helpers, top experts from other systems helping him."

"That powerful figure even has the ability to restore Chuzhou City to its original state, but I'm not sure which system he belongs to. The Northern Territory has been infiltrated by many barbarians who are investigating this matter, and the King of Zhenbei must know about it. He will either stop refining the Essence Blood or he will be fearless. In that case, with our strength, it will be difficult for us to do anything."

"Miaozhen, I need you to pass on this message, to the barbarians, to the Demon Race race."

Li Miaozhen nodded; she could fly on a sword, making her well-suited for delivering messages.

Xu Qi'an met her gaze and said, "I will protect Lord Zheng here and wait for you to return so we can go to Chuzhou City together."

Li Miaozhen breathed a sigh of relief, "You must wait for me."

"There's no time to lose, go quickly."

"Good."

Li Miaozhen summoned a flying sword, gracefully leaped onto its spine, and stood suspended in mid-air.

Xu Qi'an returned to the mountain cave, and Governor Zheng and the others all looked at him. He said in a deep voice, "Governor Zheng, gentlemen, please wait here for my news."

Governor Zheng seemed to sense something and hurriedly asked, "What are you going to do?"

"Go to Chuzhou to investigate a case."

This was perfectly reasonable, and Governor Zheng and the others nodded slightly.

Xu Qi'an glanced at them and said, "I admire the chivalrous gentlemen who protected Lord Zheng without ever abandoning him. It is the existence of heroes like you that makes the world interesting and inspiring."

"I assure you all that I will severely punish the murderer and bring justice to the people of Chuzhou."

Zheng Xinghuai stood up, cupped his hands in greeting, and said, "In that case, I will die without regret."

Li Han and the others bowed and said, "We have no regrets in dying."

Early in the morning, Xu Qi'an arrived at a small county town and found the best inn in the area.

After paying the silver and asking the waiter for a bucket of water, Xu Qi'an closed the door, took out the fragment of the Earth Book, and with a flick of his wrist, the sleeping princess rolled onto the soft bed.

"Wake up."

Xu Qi'an gently patted her cheek, then suddenly remembered that he had bewitched this woman, so he immediately channeled his energy to forcibly wake her up.

The princess opened her eyes with a murmur, her unfocused pupils slowly regaining focus. She stared blankly at Xu Qi'an for a few seconds, then her face suddenly stiffened, and she shrank to the foot of the bed like a little rabbit.

While examining himself, he turned and looked around, exclaiming, "What did you do to me?!"

His eyes were wide and round, and he made a fierce gesture, but he gave people the impression of being all bark and no bite.

Xu Qi'an wanted to laugh when he saw her, and his heart unconsciously calmed down. He shrugged and said, "I didn't do anything to you, I just let you sleep."

"I don't believe it. You knocked me out; you must have had ulterior motives," she said angrily.

"You're at least a young married woman, can't you tell whether your child's bedroom door has been broken into by a thug?" Xu Qi'an thought to himself, then said calmly.

"I'm going out for a bit. Check it yourself."

He waited at the door for a moment until the soft voice of the young princess came from inside. "The one surnamed Xu?"

Xu Qi'an pushed open the door and entered.

The princess sat at her dressing table combing her hair, turned her head slightly, and glared at him out of the corner of her eye. "Why did you knock me out for no reason?"

Continue gazing at yourself in the mirror, focusing intently on combing your hair.

Having confirmed that he was still a whole melon, his anger subsided considerably.

Xu Qi'an picked up the wooden bucket, poured water into the copper basin, and then added a bottle of red medicine. He buried his entire face in the water and rubbed and rubbed it incessantly.

About fifteen minutes later, Xu Qi'an's face flushed, and when he looked up again, he was a completely different person.

This man is so handsome that he astonished the Party and put Louis Koo to shame; he is a peerless beauty in this world. That's what Xu Qi'an thought.

He pushed the princess away, stared at the familiar face in the mirror, and was momentarily lost in thought.

After a long pause, he murmured, "It's been a long time."

The princess scrutinized him, then slowly nodded. "Who are you disguised as? This unremarkable appearance is quite suitable for infiltration."

After she finished speaking, she saw Xu Qi'an give her a murderous intent glare.

"What do you know about being handsome?" Xu Qi'an ignored the princess who had just been through hell and said indifferently, "I'm investigating a case, and it's inconvenient to take you with me, so I resorted to this."

He paused, then said in a deep voice, "The Prince of Zhenbei massacred the entire city of Chuzhou."

Snap!

The comb fell to the ground. The princess snapped out of her daze, her face a mixture of shock and grief. She unconsciously lowered her voice, "Chu... Chuzhou City?"

No one, upon first hearing the news, would believe it.

The princess was no exception.

Xu Qi'an gave a brief account of Zheng Xinghuai's situation.

The princess murmured, "Although I don't like him, and I hate that the two brothers treat me like a commodity, I still admire him in my heart. He is the number one martial artist in Great Feng Martial Dao, with great talent and ambition, and has guarded the border for the people of Great Feng for more than ten years."

"I was wrong. He is a selfish man. He guards the border not for the sake of the people, but simply because the Great Feng is their family's and they will not allow outsiders to plunder it."

Similarly, in their eyes, ordinary people are also commodities, things that can be traded and sacrificed; when needed, they can be sacrificed without hesitation.

She already knew that the Prince of Zhenbei was massacring the people, but when Xu Qi'an mentioned the massacre, she couldn't help but feel emotional.

The Prince of Zhenbei's atrocities are unforgivable, and Duke Que Yongxiu, the Protector of the Nation, deserves to be torn to pieces. However, he is both a third-rank martial artist and a prince of the Great Feng. Who can punish him?

Who can make him confess and submit to the law?

Just then, she heard Xu Qi'an say, "I'm leaving for a few days. You stay here at the inn and don't go anywhere."

With that, Xu Qi'an placed the fragments of the Earth Book on the table. "Keep them safe for me for a few days."

Once Monk Shenshu is allowed to unleash his full power, all his belongings are at risk of being lost, including his clothes.

The fragments of the Earth Book were of great importance, and he did not want the princess to see them. His best plan was to give them to Li Miaozhen, but the princess was still sleeping inside. She was not an object and could not stay in the Earth Book forever.

To prevent the most beautiful woman in the Great Feng from starving to death, he had no choice but to resort to this desperate measure. Fortunately, the princess was a simple-minded girl with little knowledge; to her, the fragments of the Earth Book were probably just a crudely made little mirror.

The princess didn't look at the small jade mirror, but stared at him intently. "Where are you going?"

At that moment, Xu Qi'an's mind flashed with images of the common people falling like weeds, the scholar with a knife piercing his chest, the mother and child fleeing with their child but being killed, the toddler impaled by a gun, and the Second Young Master Zheng nailed to the ground.

"I said I would punish the Prince of Zhenbei; he doesn't deserve that Essence Blood. I will make him, and Duke Que Yongxiu, pay the price."

Xu Qi'an looked at her calmly, his face expressionless, but his eyes were incredibly firm. "I'm going to Chuzhou."

Looking into his eyes, the princess knew she couldn't stop this man. She bit her lip and whispered, "You have to come back. You... you have to promise me."

"Good."

Xu Qi'an nodded, got up, and walked towards the door.

Xu Qi'an.

She shouted, seemingly worried, hastily got up, knocking over a stool, and chased after him a few steps, mustering her courage to say:

"Young and chivalrous, he befriended heroes from five capitals. Their hearts were open and their hair stood on end. In a single conversation, they would share life and death, and a promise was worth a thousand pieces of gold."

A promise is a promise, so you must come back.

Carrying Tianshan.

The bugle sounded its "whoosh".

Twenty thousand elite cavalrymen of the Qingyan tribe gathered on the plain at the foot of the mountain, riding warhorses with single horns on their heads and covered in scales, wielding scimitars.

Amidst the sound of horns, we gazed upon that majestic palace.

Boom, boom, boom.

Heavy footsteps came from afar. A two-zhang-tall blue giant stepped out of the palace, each step causing a slight tremor in the ground. He dragged a giant sword that ordinary people could not use, leaving deep furrows in the ground.

The Qingyan tribe's cavalrymen silently watched their leader; the scene was eerily quiet except for the heavy sound of their footsteps.

The azure giant raised his heavy greatsword and roared, "In Chuzhou City!"

"In Chuzhou City."

"In Chuzhou City."

The Qingyan cavalry raised their scimitars, brandishing them and roaring.

A black mountain in the north, with its valley shrouded in mist.

A white-robed Warlock with an indistinct face stood on the edge of the cliff, looking down into the valley where a thick fog lingered year-round, barren of vegetation and devoid of life.

"Candle Nine."

As the white-robed Warlock finished speaking, the thick fog suddenly billowed, like a woman's flowing veil.

Amidst the layers of mist, a dark figure swiftly approached and stopped in front of the white-robed Warlock.

The thick fog dissipated, revealing a gigantic snake head, entirely crimson, scaleless, with a single, tightly closed eye on its forehead.

Its towering body was as tall as a mountain peak, making the white-robed Warlock appear as insignificant as an ant before it.

Legend has it that in High Antiquity times, there was a Gods and Devils who ruled over the extremely cold northern lands. He had one eye, no scales, and was crimson. When his eye was open, it was day; when it was closed, it was night.

The leader of the northern Demon Race, Zhu Jiu, is a descendant of that Gods and Devils.

"In Chuzhou City," the white-robed Warlock said with a smile.

The giant serpent's vertical eye on its forehead suddenly opened, and a golden light burst through the sky, visible for dozens of miles.

Perched atop a steep cliff, beneath an ancient, gnarled pine tree, a stunningly beautiful woman stretched out her hand, her sleeve slipping down to reveal her fair, slender arm.

A black eagle, circling in the sky, swooped down and landed on the woman's arm, speaking in human language, "That person sent word that he is in Chuzhou City."

The stunningly beautiful woman in her flowing white dress smiled and said, "It seems he not only wants the Essence Blood, but also the life of the Prince of Zhenbei. Issue my order: all demon soldiers, attack Chuzhou City."

P. S.: I've deleted this chapter several times, it's driving me crazy. I'll have to revise it again tomorrow.