On the border of Sichuan and Chongqing, there is a secluded sword-wielding hut.
"Master, thank you for saving me."
Xu Rong, or rather Xu Fengqing, respectfully bowed to the one-armed swordsman in a sheepskin coat who stood with his back to him, to express his gratitude.
Who are those two people?
The swordsman in the sheepskin coat had a layer of dazzling light covering his face, making it impossible to see his true features.
He speaks directly and concisely, without uttering a single unnecessary word.
Xu Fengqing replied, "It is the Empress of the Northern Region, and that traitor from my Xu family."
"Jiang Ni, is that right?"
"Um!"
Upon hearing the reply, the Blue Silk Swordsman slowly turned around.
As the brilliance faded and the sword intent dissipated, a short, emaciated figure appeared in the sword hut in an instant.
The swordsman had a full head of white hair and a goatee, and looked slovenly.
"Now that she's back, let's proceed according to your plan and bury her in the Xu family's ancestral tomb to break the curse that has plagued the Xu family for 1,500 years."
As he spoke, the swordsman picked at his ear, pulled out a clump of earwax, and casually flicked it into the room.
Xu Fengqing frowned: "However, the Northern Region Empress's cultivation is unfathomable, and I'm afraid I can't handle her."
"Empress Mu Qiuyao of the Northern Region? No wonder her divine aura is so strong."
The swordsman scoffed.
Upon hearing this, Xu Fengqing hurriedly asked, "I wonder what realm Master has reached now?"
"Since I faked my death and went into seclusion, I have devoted myself to breaking through to a new level of sword intent for the past thousand years. Now I have reached the seventh level of the Great Emperor realm."
"Congratulations, Master!" Xu Fengqing said happily. "In that case, please help me restrain Mu Qiuyao. As long as I send Jiang Ni into the ancestral tomb to break the curse on the Xu family, I will no longer be afraid of the threat from the Northern Region Empress."
"Very well, after a thousand years of silence, it is time for me, Li Yuanying, to reappear in the world. Without me, Li Yuanying, the Holy Domain Sword Dao is truly lonely and unbearable."
"Thank you, Master."
After receiving a reply from her master, Li Yuanying, Xu Fengqing finally felt relieved.
Li Yuanying: "By the way, the situation in Langcheng seems to be out of control. The Shu region is about to undergo a major change. You should prepare in advance."
Xu Fengqing, however, remained unconcerned: "As long as we can break free from the curse's shackles, those ants are nothing to worry about."
At that time, the 300,000-strong army of Bashu, together with the 200,000-strong Xiliang cavalry, will march south, and the entire Holy Domain will surely be transformed into a new dynasty.
"It's best to be cautious. I have no interest in matters of the court, but since they dare to provoke us, we must respond in kind."
"Don't worry, Master, I know how to handle this."
"Then I'm relieved. Without further ado, I'll go and investigate Mu Qiuyao's true strength."
After speaking, Li Yuanying turned into a wisp of green smoke and instantly disappeared from the Sword Pavilion.
Xu Fengqing clenched his fists, thinking, "It seems necessary to make the Great Feng court understand that in the Holy Domain, the Xu family's sword is the one that will dominate the future."
"Great barbarians, this time we have no choice but to use you again to break this deadlock."
Little did they know, the royal court on the Great Wilderness Plains had already undergone earth-shattering changes...
In front of the campfire, a group of wild women dressed in grass skirts swayed their slender waists and danced around the fire to the sound of drums and morin khuur (horsehead fiddle).
The dances of the barbarians were not only captivating, but the dancers themselves were also quite beautiful.
"Pah, how shameless."
Xu Ning looked at the long legs swaying in front of her with disgust, and wiped her bleeding nose several times.
Su Yunying sat on a large chair covered with pure white tiger skin, one hand resting on her forehead, quietly watching the Hu women singing and dancing in front of her, a light smile always on her face.
The chair was unusually large; it was more suitable to lie down than sit.
Although Su Yunying's clothes were light and simple, they covered her up completely, with not a trace of flesh showing in the air.
She no longer wears that revealing outfit that she used to wear when she made her first appearance, after establishing a relationship with Shen Zhao.
My body is only for the appreciation of my own man; no one else has the right to see it.
Standing to Su Yunying's left and right were her mother, Yin Chaomu, and Liang Hao's wife, Min Yue, respectively, both intently protecting Su Yunying's safety.
Min Yue was fine, showing no particular emotion.
Yin Chaomu was extremely excited. If it weren't for her son-in-law persuading Su Yunying, she wouldn't have had the chance to be so close to her biological daughter.
Below Su Yunying sat the leaders and key generals of various tribes in the Great Wilderness.
Their expressions towards Su Yunying were full of respect and admiration, and they dared not show the slightest disrespect.
After all, in just half a month, this seemingly delicate beauty, Su Meiren, managed to defeat thirty-three peerless masters of the Great Wilderness with just a spear and a sword.
Even more tragically, none of these thirty-three masters could withstand three moves from her.
People from the wilderness don't have many rules; they only respect the strong.
Since you, Su Yunying, can subdue the entire Northern Wilderness with your true abilities, everyone will naturally give you enough respect.
Of course, there is also a group of people who disagree.
"Hmph, I'm not convinced, what can you do to me? Go ahead and try to make me cry with yogurt!"
So Su Yunying granted their outrageous request.
One by one, Xu Ning led them to a corner of the horse pen and forced them to drink buckets of yogurt made from a mixture of mare's milk and vinegar.
In the end, those who were defiant were forced to drink until they burst into tears, developing a severe psychological trauma related to the "yogurt" duo...
Tonight, the leaders organized this bonfire feast, but their real intentions were not what they seemed.
Su Yunying placed a peeled grape into a glass of mare's milk wine, swirled it around for a moment, took a small sip, and then frowned slightly.
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