Xueying walked to a fenced-off stable where some soldiers were standing.

One of them was whipping someone. That person was bound hand and foot to a stake. His hair was disheveled and covered his face.

The other soldiers were chatting about which horse in the stable was the fastest, seemingly oblivious to the torture being inflicted upon them.

The whip continued to lash the man, and his screams grew weaker with each thud.

As Xueying listened to the sound, it seemed that the person being tortured was not very old, which made her feel sorry for him.

"He's still a child, how can you treat him like this?" Xueying couldn't help but speak up to stop them.

The soldiers, surprised that someone would speak up, looked at Xueying in astonishment. They saw her as a small, overly beautiful girl and mocked her, "Where did you come from? You're so delicate and frail. You don't look like you're here to fight, you look like you're here to…"

As they spoke, they began to laugh. The man holding the whip stopped what he was doing, pointed at Xueying, and said, "He's a wolf in sheep's clothing. He's stolen so many of our warhorses. That bastard deserves to be beaten to death."

Xueying looked at the "person" tied to the wooden stake in surprise. Although he was called a person, he was burly and his face was covered in hair, but his voice sounded like that of a half-grown child.

"Stop fighting! How many horses did he steal from you?" Xueying said, feeling a pang of pity.

"At least three horses. What, are you going to return our horses for him?" The whip-wielder looked at Xueying's thin and small figure and said with some disdain.

The others stared at Xueying as if she were a monster. The person tied to the pillar really didn't deserve any sympathy.

“Yes, how much silver is it for three warhorses? I’ll compensate you for him, just let him go.” Xueying straightened her posture and said.

The soldiers exchanged glances, seemingly wondering if Xueying had lost her mind.

"Can this dagger take him down?" Seeing their hesitation, Xueying took out a dagger and held it up for them to see.

That was the one that Hongli gave to Xueying for self-defense when they encountered a pack of wolves.

The soldiers stared at the dagger, remaining silent.

“Look closely, this is a treasured sword. It’s inlaid with gems and gilded, and the blade can cut through iron like mud,” Xueying said when she saw their disbelief.

After saying that, Xueying drew her sword and swung it down at the horse fence.

A crack was seen split in the fence.

"See? My knife only made a light scratch," Xueying said proudly.

The soldiers were stunned. They were all martial artists and naturally loved weapons. They were dumbfounded to see that the seemingly unremarkable dagger Xueying was holding had such power.

"Are you really going to exchange this dagger for him?" the whip-wielder asked.

“Change,” Xueying said without hesitation.

"Alright, but you can't regret it!" the whip-wielder replied immediately, as if Xueying would regret it if she slowed down even a moment later.

"I won't regret it, put him down!" Xueying said directly.

Several people quickly untied the person.

The man collapsed as if he were a pile of mud.

"Can I have the dagger now?" the whip-wielder asked as he approached Xueying.

"Give him water and something to eat before I give it to you. Otherwise, I'll be exchanging my precious sword for a dying man," Xueying said.