Chapter 38 Resurrection is a Pity, Her Enemy is No Longer a Mortal...

Guesthouse.

The woodshed was dimly lit, with only a faint glimmer of light coming in from the torches in the outer courtyard.

A figure quietly pushed open the door to the woodshed, only slightly a crack, before nimbly slipping inside.

Liu Dan was bound and lying on his side on the ground. When he saw the dark figure sneaking in, he was about to shout when the person covered his mouth.

The newcomer whispered in the darkness, "Lord Liu, please don't make a sound. I've come to rescue you."

Liu Dan recognized the man as the seventeenth attendant of His Highness the Crown Prince and was deeply moved, saying, "The people around His Highness still have a conscience."

Seventeen chuckled, revealing only a set of white teeth in the darkness. He untied the ropes binding Liu Dan. "You flatter me, sir. I am only loyal to His Highness the Crown Prince. Lord Liu is His Highness's relative. If His Highness knew, he would certainly not want to treat you like this."

Upon hearing him bring up Qin Yuqi, Liu Dan immediately asked the biggest question of the evening: "Where is His Highness the Crown Prince?"

Seventeen answered honestly, "I'm resting in my room. I told them not to disturb me unless it's urgent."

Liu Dan grabbed his hand and said, "I have something important to do. Take me to him."

Seventeen felt awkward, "This..."

He knew that Liu Dan was a confidant of the Crown Prince, and his original intention was to gain merit in front of him, but he didn't want to cause trouble.

Liu Dan gripped his hand tightly, his round eyes shining brightly in the darkness. "No, you must take me. If we don't go to see His Highness the Crown Prince tonight..."

He recalled the way Qin Yuqi usually looked at that white-haired girl, and his expression turned solemn. "Neither of us will be able to return to Dayong alive!"

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"Jiang Yuhuo! Watch out behind you!"

During the standoff between the Xuanjia cavalry and the Liyue Village, a sharp shout suddenly broke through.

Before Jiang Yuhuo could even see who it was, she felt a cool breeze sweep past her. She turned around quickly, but a blade of light was already hurtling towards her face. Unable to dodge in time, the blade struck her shoulder hard, sending her flying.

Jiang Yuhuo glanced at the deep, bone-revealing wound on her left shoulder, leaned on her knife, and stood up. She stared in the direction from which the attack had come, only to see the "clan chief" slowly walk out.

The "patriarch's" steps were hesitant, each step straight like a puppet's, each movement accompanied by a twisting motion of different parts of his body. His entire being, from his face to his posture, was stiff, as if his body was out of his control. Moreover, there was a very conspicuous thick black wound around his neck.

As he drew closer, the people of Liyue Village began to retreat.

They clearly witnessed their chieftain die, a brutal death with his head chopped off, so how could he still stand up completely intact...?

The Xuanjia cavalrymen also began to retreat in an orderly fashion. At this moment, fighting the remaining people of Liyue Village was no longer the top priority; the strange "corpse" that had crawled up from the ground was.

Xiao Jiang did not witness the clan leader's murder, so he naturally could not understand the strangeness of the scene before him.

"Don't let him near me, he's not my father!"

Qingdai rushed towards the people of Liyue Village; she was the one who had just reminded Xiaojiang. After Xiaojiang left, she didn't run away alone, but returned to the sacrificial site. If she were the only one left in Liyue Village, she couldn't imagine what the point of living would be.

Upon arriving at the sacrificial site, she saw people lying on the ground. Jiang Yuhuo was fighting with people in the sacrificial site, while she found her father's body on the ground.

Qingdai had torn a piece of fabric from her skirt, intending to bind her father's head and body back together, but the corpse suddenly moved. She screamed and ran away in fright, but in the noisy sacrificial ground, no one could hear her scream.

So she found a secluded corner and secretly observed, only to see that the "corpse" had put its own head back on.

The next moment, his eyes opened.

Qingdai's heart clenched painfully as she stared at those empty, lifeless eyes, her hair standing on end. They were less like eyes and more like two holes burned into the skin.

This is definitely not her father.

"What happened?" Xiao Jiang turned her head and asked the person who ran up to her.

All that could be heard was Qingdai gritting her teeth, "My father is already dead. This is a monster."

In a short while, the monster's movements became more and more natural, and its actions began to resemble those of a living person.

The "patriarch" suddenly stopped, stretched out a hand, and with just a slight lift, a black dove-shaped staff flew into his hand.

Anyone who has met Jia Qianyang knows that it was his personal belonging.

The "patriarch's" empty gaze fell directly on Xiao Jiang, and he slowly spoke, but his voice was Jia Qianyang's.

"I underestimated you two, father and daughter."

One killed him by surprise, while the other single-handedly fought against an entire army. If it weren't for the recent death of someone nearby, allowing him to use a soul-fixing technique to temporarily possess that body and revive his soul, this war would likely have come to an abrupt end.

How can this be? His staff hasn't absorbed enough vengeful spirits yet, and the number he's refined is far from sufficient.

Jia Qianyang looked at the girl in the crowd. She was also looking at him, her face serious and her whole body tense, ready to respond to his move at any moment.

Jia Qianyang sneered inwardly: "An ant that overestimates its own strength."

He simply waved his hand, and a strong gust of wind swept past, knocking Xiao Jiang and the boy beside her to the ground.

Jia Qianyang approached slowly, his steps steady, having completely taken control of the body. This young and vigorous body was a much better place to live than the one he had used for so many years.

The white-haired girl swung her sword at him, the speed of which was extremely fast, a level that ordinary people could hardly achieve even after decades of hard training.

Unfortunately, her enemies were no longer mortals.

With two fingers gently pinching her blade, Jia Qianyang moved his fingers slightly, and her woodcutter's knife broke inch by inch, turning into real scrap metal.

Without her weapon, Xiao Jiang turned to run, but before she could take more than a few steps, a cold hand grabbed the back of her neck. Her once-proud speed was now nothing in Jia Qianyang's eyes.

She experienced for the first time what it meant to be completely overwhelmed. Every intention she made was seen through by the other party, and every move she made was a flaw in their eyes, leaving her powerless to fight back.

Jia Qianyang held her in his hand, and the dove-shaped staff in his other hand transformed into a blade. He held it up in front of her, seemingly looking for a good place to strike. He pointed the blade at Xiao Jiang's throat and slowly said, "You are capable, otherwise I would not have chosen to guide you to kill that divine beast hiding in the mountains."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Jiang's eyes widened immediately.

Jia Qianyang continued, "Your father slit my throat, and he said he learned it from you."

He made a half-slashing motion in front of Xiao Jiang's throat, without actually cutting her, but instead grinned cruelly. "You killed that divine beast the same way, didn't you? It's a pity I didn't see it with my own eyes. But I did hear some things from Young Master Xiao. She really is a ruthless little girl."

The little girl in his arms began to breathe heavily, her eyes were red-rimmed, and anger was about to burst from her eyes.

Jia Qianyang, however, became excited. "Stare at me? Can staring at me kill me? What good is a fierce gaze? Strength is the real killing weapon."

"It's you! It was the illusion you created!" Xiao Jiang's eyes widened in horror. She realized that Jia Qianyang hadn't just been looking for minerals in the mountains from the beginning; he was setting up an array!

"Yes, if there were no illusion, how could you have gone to the Forbidden Forest on your own initiative, and how could you have believed that killing monsters was the rule to get out of the illusion?"

The illusion was created by him, and the rules were, of course, set by him as well. He simply waited until she killed the spider before immediately dispelling the illusion, making her believe that killing the monster inside was the only way out. Then he would guide her, using her to kill the real target.

"Despicable scoundrel!"

“Initially, I chose your father, but unfortunately he would rather die inside than touch any monsters. Luckily, you delivered yourself to my doorstep. Of course, you did not disappoint me, and you could even say that…” Jia Qianyang looked at her admiringly, “You were outstanding.”

From the moment she lifted the forbidden spell on his room, Jia Qianyang changed his mind about who to choose.

Overwhelmed by regret and rage, Xiao Jiang was so shocked she couldn't utter a word, her body trembling uncontrollably. So early… so early she had already stepped into his trap!

She thought she was saving people, but every time, every step she took was like moving forward on a chessboard that Jia Qianyang had already set up.

He manipulated her, making her believe that she was an extraordinary savior, that as long as she was brave and fearless enough, she could protect the people she cared about.

But she wasn't. She was just a knife in Jia Qianyang's hand, and she was even damnably sharp, destroying her own home with her own hands!

Xiao Jiang gritted her teeth, her mouth filled with blood. Tears welled in her eyes but she didn't let a single drop fall. She stared intently at the person in front of her, determined not to let her tears betray her weakness.

“But now, your mission is complete.” Jia Qianyang chuckled, but the next moment his face turned ferocious. “You can die now.”

Having said that, he transformed his dove-shaped staff into a blade and stabbed it toward Xiao Jiang's neck.

A hand gripped the blade just as it was about to stab.

Xiao Jiang gripped the blade tightly, not letting go even as blood dripped down her face. The blade cut into her palm, but she endured the pain and did her best to prevent it from going any further.

She cannot die, at least not now.

Jia Qianyang narrowed his eyes and carefully examined the girl in front of him.

He could sense some spiritual energy within her, but in his presence, it was as faint as a flame in the wind, easily extinguished. Instead, he found himself somewhat admiring her fearless courage.

Those golden eyes were fixed on him, the firelight reflecting in them, burning fiercely.

The white hair and golden eyes reminded him of a legend from long ago...

Taking advantage of Jia Qianyang's momentary lapse in concentration, Xiao Jiang immediately kicked him hard in the groin. As the force on his neck eased slightly, she struggled to break free from Jia Qianyang's grasp and rolled to the side.

She rolled over and ended up in a pile of corpses. A quick glance revealed the gruesome wound on Jia Qianyang's throat and a familiar dagger beside the body.

"Jiang Yuhuo, use that black knife! It can kill sorcerers!" Qingdai shouted from behind.

Xiao Jiang immediately leaped into the air, and was about to grab the short knife that Qin Yuqi was originally going to give her.

But the next moment, a tremendous force suddenly struck her back, almost shattering her internal organs. Xiao Jiang collapsed to her knees, her chest heaving, her mind buzzing, and she immediately vomited a lot of blood, only able to watch helplessly as the black dagger flew away from her hand.

With a flash of light, the dagger was already in Jia Qianyang's hand. He slowly sneered, "Your father used this to kill me once. Do you think I'll give you a second chance?"

Jia Qianyang's gaze shifted, his face filled with ruthlessness. "What are you waiting for, Captain of the Black Armor Cavalry?"

The leader of the Xuanjia cavalry did not move. He looked at the strange man before him, a chill running through him. He had witnessed Jia Qianyang's throat being slit, yet he was able to be resurrected by possessing another's body. The rumors in the court were true; he was indeed a sorcerer.

Jia Qianyang chuckled, and another object flew from his original body into his hand. He used the strong arm of the Li Yue chieftain to raise the silver tiger tally. "The military tally is here. Does the captain intend to disobey military orders?"

The leader of the Xuanjia cavalry frowned and had no choice but to order his men, "All soldiers, listen to my command! Kill all people from the Liyue village, regardless of whether they are women or children!"