Chapter 419 They're all on our side, we recognize each other.

The soldier under his command said, "General, these two men are indeed suspicious. Should we send men to bring them back?"

Wei Ting looked at the grassland to the south and narrowed his eyes.

"Send two clever ones to follow them first, but don't alert them."

Wei Ting has reached an agreement with Hu Feng.

He told Hu Feng that Qi Peiyao and the child were safe and sound, and promised to let the Hu brothers go.

Using force first, then diplomacy, is the best way to persuade someone to surrender.

Hu Feng also told him that Xi Jin had more than a dozen undercover agents in Longzhou, and each time Hu Feng was contacted, it was not the same person. He identified them by the special golden totem embroidered on the cuffs of Xi Jin's undercover agents.

Wei Ting's location was at the highest point, allowing him to clearly see those who were deliberately hiding. The gleaming light in the wasteland was none other than the golden totem of Xijin.

I didn't expect the covert agents to be mobilized so quickly.

Hidden in the withered grass to the south, it seemed to be spying on the village woman's movements.

But that's not all.

Wei Ting turned his head to the north again and looked down, grinding his back teeth.

Because there's a group of experts hiding there too.

Apart from the direction they fled, many skilled fighters had gathered in the other three directions.

This village woman is indeed someone of extraordinary status.

Wei Ting said to the remaining few people, "Let's go and meet the people in the south first."

The soldier under his command said alertly, "This subordinate will immediately issue the order to have the main force come over."

Wei Ting shook his head and said, "No need. There aren't many of them, and they're not here for us."

They had just subdued the remaining Xijin followers of Black Wind Stronghold the night before, and Xijin sent men to help them the very next day? Obviously not.

It won't be that fast.

Instead, someone summoned the Xijin secret agents near Longzhou.

Who could this person be?

Wei Ting was unaware of this yet, but the right thing to do was to eliminate all the hidden agents in front of him first.

Several purple-clad assassins from the south quietly set off, about to chase after the village woman who had disembarked from the carriage, when a tall and handsome figure appeared before them.

Where are you going?

Wei Ting appeared alone without anyone noticing, with his signature smile on his lips.

When the assassins saw Wei Ting, their faces, hidden beneath their purple masks, twisted for a moment.

This General Zhenbei was renowned in Beili, but in Xijin he was known as "the devil's nightmare".

Wei Ting's eyes flashed; it seemed they didn't know he was there either, further confirming his suspicions.

"You know me? Good."

Wei Ting smirked and approached them.

"You've come here specifically to find me? It just so happens that I've brought ten thousand troops to Black Wind Stronghold for a visit, so I can keep you company."

Who would bring 10,000 soldiers to play in this mountain valley?

There were only Wei Ting and two soldiers behind him, but judging from their attire, they were sent from the North.

The assassins from Xijin had no doubt about Wei Ting's words; their auras were completely disrupted, and they dared not make any rash moves.

Wei Ting took off his wristband and then fastened it again, one loop at a time.

He said casually, "Same old rules as before. Throw away your hidden weapons and seal your own acupoints. Don't make me do it."

Wei Ting smiled even more kindly: "As you know, I treat surrendered prisoners of war very gently."

The assassins exchanged glances, their eyes filled with hesitation.

Having infiltrated Longzhou under various aliases for over a decade, they had lost their former skills and were now no match for Wei Ting and his troops—akin to throwing an egg against a rock.

Seeing that these people were quiet and didn't speak or move, Wei Ting stopped laughing.

He gripped his wrist and said coldly, "Or do you want to experience being trampled by ten thousand horses and buried alive?"

Wei Ting held immense prestige in both armies. The moment he slightly changed his expression, the assassins threw down their hidden weapons and sealed their own acupoints one after another.

Immediately afterwards, two soldiers rushed out from behind Wei Ting, holding a straw rope, and tied the group of people together.

Wei Ting said, "Lock them up with the Xijin people in the village."

He glanced north again and saw that the group of men in black had already concealed themselves. Their agility, if he wasn't mistaken...

Wei Ting said, "You don't need to come with me."

The soldier said with some concern, "General, we'd better come with you."

Wei Ting waved his hand: "They're all on our side."

There's no village or shop in sight, so who would be our own people here?

The soldier dared not question it, scratched the back of his head, obeyed orders, and escorted the group back to Black Wind Stronghold.

The group of people to the north were the secret guards who were sent to protect Ji Qingwu, but accidentally lost sight of him.

In an effort to atone for their mistake, they searched for Ji Qingwu's whereabouts throughout the night and finally discovered him in Black Wind Stronghold.

The leader of the secret guards clicked his tongue and said, "Wei Ting is good at bluffing. There are no 10,000 soldiers."

When they passed through Black Wind Stronghold, they saw only two or three thousand elite soldiers, all brought by Li Chengxun. Wei Ting only brought a few personal guards.

"Boss, we need to hurry and catch up with Miss Ji, or we'll lose her again."

The leader of the secret guards glanced at him through his black mask, and his men immediately fell silent.

"It won't get lost this time, unlike last time."

The subordinate asked doubtfully, "So, is the person in the carriage this time really Miss Ji Wu?"

Last time, Ji Qingwu and Ji Qingrong worked together to make the guards mistakenly believe that the person in the carriage accompanying Sihai was her.

This time, however, Ji Qingwu was unaware that they had come knocking on his door, so he probably wouldn't be on guard so much.

But what if she does think of that?

The leader of the secret guards said inscrutably, "This Miss Ji's tactics are not to be underestimated. The person in the carriage should be..."

The leader of the secret guards stroked his chin, amidst the inquisitive gazes of his fellow guards.

He said solemnly, "I don't really know who it is."

The guards' shoulders slumped; it turned out even their leader couldn't tell the difference.

The leader of the secret guards decisively said, "In that case, we will split into two groups, and both groups will follow. This way, we won't make any more mistakes. When we discover their true identities, we will communicate with each other using signals."

Wei Ting appeared quietly behind them.

He crossed his arms and said, "The person who got off the carriage just now wasn't her."

Upon hearing the voice, the leader of the secret guards turned around, his tone unsurprised, and called out, "Brother Wei has arrived."

Wei Ting raised an eyebrow and said, "Old Yao, you're here too."

The two were old acquaintances, so close that there was no need for reminiscing. The head of the secret guards directly asked, "Brother Wei, how did you distinguish them?"

If Wei Ting still couldn't guess the identity of this runaway village woman at this point, he would be a fool.

If it wasn't Ji Qingwu, who else could have such a grand air, enough to warrant the emperor allocating such a large number of secret guards?

Once it was confirmed that the village woman was Ji Qingwu, it was not difficult to identify her among the two.

Wei Ting gritted his teeth and said, "Look at his figure, look at his walking posture."

Seeing his strange reaction, the head of the secret guards asked, "Are you very familiar with this Miss Ji?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he remembered the rumors from Lin'an a while ago. With the mask covering his face, his expression could not be seen.

Wei Ting pursed his lips into a thin line and then relaxed them.

"That's enough, Lao Yao. Your iron mask is making a sound."