Chapter 315 Yan Manfeng? He died at daybreak.
The wind and snow at the foot of the snow-capped mountain gradually intensified, and the howling of the wind and snow was like the howling of evil spirits, haunting the soul.
The farmer couple stood at a distance, squinting at the boy who had just hit his head and was now forced to bend over and carry someone across the river.
“That old bastard Zhang Guanyi,” Shen Tianxue suddenly spoke, her expression inscrutable, “his appearance is never a good thing.”
“Yes,” Pei Daiqing laughed, “When he comes out of seclusion, it means the world is about to descend into chaos.”
Shen Tianxue wasn't interested in whether the world was in chaos or not; she was more curious about something else: "What do you think he'll do to Wei Ren?"
“Dean Ou is dead. Even if we take Wei Ren, who is learning forbidden techniques, back, no one can do anything about it,” Pei Daiqing thought. “If others find out, they might hand him over to the Legalists, or send us back again.”
"That's so boring." Shen Tianxue pursed her lips, then suddenly remembered, "Is Ou Rushuang dead?"
"We haven't found him yet. The probability of him being dead or alive is fifty-fifty," Pei Daiqing laughed. "If he's not dead and is still in Taiyi, he'll be found sooner or later. Maybe he's already escaped Taiyi and gone outside. After all, Xuan Kui's main base is still outside Taiyi."
“Then let’s go outside too.” Shen Tianxue said and left immediately.
Pei Daiqing followed and asked with a smile, "Ah Xue, where should we go first? Should we go find Ou Rushuang or Xuan Kui?"
"Why go looking for these two troublemakers?" Shen Tianxue frowned.
Pei Daiqing: "I thought you were going to..."
"Am I some kind of chivalrous good person who likes to do good deeds?" Shen Tianxue turned around and glared at him. Pei Daiqing raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. After a moment, he eagerly took out a map of the six kingdoms from the mechanical box and brought it close to his wife. "We've been to all of these places. We don't even know what new things are out there now."
The map was quite old, covered with circles and dots, and marked with many annotations, recording the places they had visited and the events that had occurred over the years.
Shen Tianxue turned to the side and immediately saw a line of small print in a corner of the map: Yandu, Linxiang. After getting drunk, A Xue took the initiative to hug me and wouldn't let go. She pressed me against the wall and kissed me for the first time.
"..."
Shen Tianxue withdrew her gaze, couldn't help but pinch the bridge of her nose, feeling both amused and annoyed, and pointed to the map, saying, "Go to Yan Kingdom."
“Okay,” Pei Daiqing readily agreed.
He looked at the small characters next to Yandu, his eyes crinkling with a smile. Returning to this place brought back many fond memories.
"By the way, who else is in the Yan Kingdom?" Shen Tianxue frowned in thought, and Pei Daiqing replied, "Yan Manfeng."
"Isn't he about to die?" Shen Tianxue asked. "He's not dead yet? This person has been on the verge of death for a long time. When exactly will he die?"
Pei Daiqing said, "He's still alive, so we'll probably be able to see him again when we get there."
Shen Tianxue said, "Wouldn't it be bad luck to see a dying person now?"
Pei Daiqing laughed and said, "Then let's not go see him."
As Shen Tianxue walked, she said, "When we get there, we'll first go eat the red bean rice dumplings in Yandu, and then we'll go and grab some rice wine from Chouxianju. This time, I won't get drunk."
No matter what Shen Tianxue said, Pei Daiqing would nod in agreement and continue drawing circles on the map.
Leaving the foot of the snow-capped mountains, one arrives at a verdant grassland.
Amidst the lush green grass, a few white and red flowers occasionally bloom. If you don't notice the stream hidden among the greenery in time, you'll step into it and get your clothes wet. If you're unlucky, you might even slip and fall in the mud.
Wei Ren was eager to return to the academy before, but now he feels that he might die if he goes back.
He still can't believe that Pei Daiqing and Shen Tianxue sold him out so readily.
After he calmed down, Wei Ren silently cursed in his mind.
It was easy for him to carry an eleven or twelve-year-old child, but Wei Ren still couldn't forget that when he first met Dean Zhang, he looked much older and was taller than he is now.
He appeared to be a Taoist sorcerer. Taoist sorcerers cultivate immortality, their spirit is contained within, and they retain their youth, allowing people to stay young and avoid aging. However, this was the first time Wei Ren had ever seen someone rejuvenate.
Is this the power of a Taoist sage?
But other Taoist saints don't seem to have this ability either.
"Are you Dean Zhang of the Taiyi Taoist School?" Wei Ren asked cautiously.
A boy's nonchalant reply came from behind: "Yeah."
Wei Ren took a deep breath, but before he could speak, the person on his back asked curiously, "Are you trying to plead for yourself?"
That's exactly what he thought.
After all, this old man saw and heard everything in the snow mountain. Shen Tianxue and Pei Daiqing also practiced forbidden techniques of the peasant family, so they could ignore worldly views and rules, but Wei Ren could not.
Wei Ren can now be crushed by these rules.
“I still want to try my best…” Wei Ren licked his dry lips, “I don’t know if you will give me this opportunity.”
The boy yawned drowsily on his back: "Go ahead and tell me, the road is still long. I'll reluctantly listen to your reasons for learning forbidden farming techniques."
Wei Ren said, "At first, Dean Shen threatened me that if I couldn't learn the forbidden techniques of the farmers, she wouldn't let me leave."
The boy hummed twice: "That does sound like something Shen Tianxue would do."
Wei Ren told Zhang Guanyi a story about a boy born into a poor family with an alcoholic father, a weak mother, and a country in turmoil.
The boy was either beaten or scolded at home. He was in poor health and sometimes he would be beaten unconscious. When he woke up, it was already night. He was sometimes full and sometimes hungry, and his life was very hard.
One day, a caravan passed through the town, and his mother sold him to the caravan so that he could escape this hell.
Unfortunately, the caravan was attacked by bandits before it could leave the town. Many people died, but the boy was lucky enough to survive. However, he was unfortunately kidnapped by a forbidden organization of farmers.
"Wait!" The boy, who had been sleeping with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them. "The person who saved you was Yan Manfeng?"
Wei Ren: "..."
How did you know that?!
I didn't say that!
"You, how could you..." Wei Ren was so shocked that he stammered.
The boy said impatiently, "Just tell me, isn't that right!"
Wei Ren licked his lips and mumbled, "I don't know, how would I know what the Sage of Agriculture looks like?"
"You're lying to me." The boy's hands, which were wrapped around his neck, squeezed together, and a few copper coins flipped between his fingers. "I've thought about it, and it was Yan Manfeng who saved you."
Wei Ren slipped and fell forward as soon as he stepped into the water. The boy straightened up, tilted his head back, grabbed Wei Ren's collar, and forcibly pulled him back from falling.
"What are you panicking for? It's either yes or no. What's the point of lying to me?" The boy let go of Wei Ren after he regained his footing, then wrapped his arms around Wei Ren's neck again, looking completely weak and spineless. "Go on, what's next?"
Wei Ren's heart pounded. After regaining his footing, he took a breath and continued walking forward: "Alright, you're right. The one who saved me back then was the Farmer's Sage Yan Manfeng, but he was seriously injured at the time and fell into the river and disappeared without a trace. I've never seen him again."
“After I was taken away by an organization that practiced forbidden farming techniques, they also taught me forbidden techniques like magical beasts. Those who couldn’t learn human techniques would die, and I had to learn them if I wanted to live,” Wei Ren said. “Because at that time, no one taught me whether I was right or wrong; instead, they made me choose between life and death.”
"Oh dear," the boy exclaimed, clicking his tongue. "Poor little thing."
Wei Ren: "..."
The boy continued to comfort him, saying, "Everyone wants to live, I understand."
Wei Ren, however, was not comforted. His face twitched for a moment as he wondered to himself, "Could this trick not work anymore? It even worked on someone as ruthless as Nangong Sui, so why didn't it work on this old Taoist?"
He was certain that Nangong Sui had stopped trying to kill him after his battle with his master, and that Nangong Sui had let him go after learning about his past.
Wei Ren was unsure of the boy's meaning, so he tentatively asked, "Then will you still expose my learning of forbidden techniques?"
"What have you studied?" the boy said lazily. "I don't know."
Wei Ren was relieved, but before he could express his gratitude, Zhang Guanyi said, "What Xiao Shen and Xiao Pei taught you is still somewhat useful. For example, Yan Manfeng, who passed by and saved you, also learned from them."
Does Yan Manfeng also possess the mythical beasts of the farmer?
Wei Ren was stunned.
Isn't this a forbidden technique of the peasants? Doesn't practicing it mean you'll be hunted down to the ends of the earth?
How come every farmer sage knows this?
"Really?" Wei Ren moved his lips, still unable to believe it. "He's Yan Manfeng. His junior sister betrayed him and stole the Breath Soil because she was practicing the forbidden technique of phantom beasts. How could Yan Manfeng..."
"You even know he has a junior sister? Don't you know they have a very good relationship? Whatever the junior sister says, the senior brother believes." The boy, lying on his back, said in a high-pitched voice, mimicking a woman's, "Senior brother, now that you're the only one left in Yan Kingdom, if you want to better protect the people of Yan Kingdom, you have to become stronger. You have the Breath Soil, so even if you cultivate forbidden techniques, your magical beasts won't be at risk of being devoured, and your strength can reach a higher level. Why don't you cultivate magical beasts with me, and we can protect Yan Kingdom together?"
Wei Ren shuddered violently upon hearing this, and goosebumps rose all over his body.
So, did Su Xing use this method to harm her senior brother back then?
"But she's right. People who possess the Breath Soil won't suffer backlash even if they cultivate magical beasts. Is that a lie too?" Wei Ren was so frightened by his own conjecture that he broke out in a cold sweat.
“The Breath Soil is definitely useful, but this guy is so stubborn. He thinks the Breath Soil belongs to the whole world and doesn’t dare to take it for himself. Even the Prince of Yan would have to kneel for a few days to make sacrifices if he wanted to use the Breath Soil!” The boy chuckled and leaned close to Wei Ren’s ear, deliberately lowering his voice to scare him. “Since you are also cultivating magical beasts, then think carefully about what kind of way you can avoid the Breath Soil and still seriously injure Yan Manfeng.”
Wei Ren frowned, unable to understand for a moment: "Yan Manfeng trusts her so much, if she wanted to harm Yan Manfeng, it would be easy for her without even needing a magical beast."
“Human hearts are hard to discern. She couldn’t be sure when Yan Manfeng would believe her and when he wouldn’t. Besides, although Yan Manfeng dotes on his junior sister, he’s not stupid. He cares more about the Yan Kingdom than his precious junior sister.” The boy reached out and tapped Wei Ren’s head, as if scolding him for his thinking. “Yan Manfeng is indeed very strong, and Su Xing is also quite capable. It’s not unfair that Yan Manfeng was defeated by her.”
Unfortunately, there are always people more capable than you. Yan Manfeng fell into Su Xing's hands, and Su Xing then fell into Nangong Ming's hands.
Wei Ren was somewhat dazed, and his walking speed slowed down: "How...how do you know these things?"
The boy smiled behind him, revealing a row of white teeth: "If you live long enough, you'll know everything."
Then I'll start to suspect that you're just guessing.
Wei Ren kept these words to himself and didn't dare to say them aloud.
"How long have you lived?" Wei Ren wanted to turn his head to look, but then stopped abruptly.
"Oh dear, it hasn't been long, just..." The boy was smiling smugly, but then his face fell as he suddenly remembered something, and he said sullenly, "There are people who live longer than me. I'm only this age, and you call me an old geezer. What would you call that old monster, Saint Changgen, then?"
This was the first time Wei Ren had heard anyone say that Saint Changgen was an old monster. He naturally wondered how old Saint Changgen was, but he had no answer.
“The Saint Changgen’s physical body has already dissipated, so is he still considered alive?” Wei Ren couldn’t help but ask.
"Why not?" the boy asked, puzzled. "He can run and jump, he can talk and sing, he can kill and he can save people, how can he not be considered alive?"
Yeah?
After hearing Zhang Guanyi's words, Wei Ren couldn't help but think of the word "monster" when he thought of the Sage Chang Gen.
"Why did you decide to tell me these earth-shattering secrets?" Wei Ren asked casually.
"How can this be considered a secret? So many people know about it!" the boy said dismissively. "Besides, didn't Yan Manfeng save you? He has lent his life to everyone in the world, and one day he will repay him."
"Once Yan Manfeng dies, you're in for a rough time!"
Wei Ren stopped in his tracks, his mind blank for a moment. After a long while, he asked in a daze, "Is he going to die?"
"Yan Manfeng?" The boy patted him on the shoulder, then pointed to the sky. "He'll die as soon as it's light."
Wei Ren looked up at the sky. The thick black had turned into a bleak gray-white. Today was going to be a gloomy day that would make people feel depressed.
The scene flashed by in the boy's eyes: his weeping mother, the wealthy businessman who took him away, the murderous robber, the saint who saved him. Perhaps his fate had already been completely changed that night.
In the capital of Yan, the lights in the royal palace burned all night, and the man sitting on the throne did not sleep a wink.
Inside the main hall, dozens of ministers were still whispering among themselves, and guards kept coming in to deliver messages, which were then whispered into the ear of the Prince of Yan.
The Prince of Yan chuckled occasionally after hearing this, appearing quite satisfied, and continued to have his wine cups refilled.
Eunuch Zhao stepped forward and said to the Prince of Yan, "Your Majesty, Young Master Yi of the Bai Nong Palace is still kneeling outside the palace, begging Your Majesty to send an imperial physician to the Bai Nong Palace to save him."
"Yi Guyun, humph." A hint of ruthlessness appeared on the King of Yan's face. "This brat, relying on Yan Manfeng being his uncle, acted recklessly back then, ruining my reputation and thwarting my plans. He thought I didn't know that sending the Su family's daughter to Taiyi was his doing!"
When the Prince of Yan got angry, he threw his wine cup, which was carved from fine jade, and shattered on the ground. However, the ministers below did not make a sound, nor did they even look up at him. They continued their conversation in their own circles.
"Summon him! Make Yi Guyun kneel and crawl at my feet, licking up all the wine on the ground, and then his request will be granted!"
The King of Yan's voice was loud and clear, as if he was deliberately shouting for the people outside to hear.
The ministers below did not stop them. After the exchange of intelligence among the parties, Duan Chang, who belonged to the Qingyang Duan clan and was now the Right Chancellor of Yan, stepped forward and said to the King of Yan with a dignified yet respectful expression: "Your Majesty, I have just confirmed the evidence of the Six Provinces' Golden Army's treason. For the past two years, they have been robbing us of the supplies we are transporting to the Six Provinces, disregarding the law, openly provoking Your Majesty, and even cutting off the routes to Chuyun and Chuhe, killing several Yan envoys. And all of this..."
"Alright," the Prince of Yan waved his hand to interrupt him from continuing to ramble on about these fabricated evidences. He directly ordered Prime Minister Duan to hand over the list of traitors, stamped it, and then asked with a forced smile, "Since they are all traitors, they are naturally not worth dying for. Everything can be left to the Right Prime Minister to arrange."
If Yan Manfeng hadn't died, they wouldn't have dared to so openly eliminate those who opposed the King of Yan.
But Yan Manfeng was about to die, and Prime Minister Duan had only asked the Prince of Yan for a license in advance.
The prime minister who controlled the court, the general who commanded the capital's military guards, the finance minister who took care of the food, clothing, housing, and transportation of the royal family, and other ministers who held real power were all from Qingyang, Taiyuan, or Nanjing.
Even the guards standing in the palace and the army protecting the capital were soldiers from Qingyang.
The Imperial Guards stationed inside the palace are all thirteenth-level sorcerers.
Inside the Yan Kingdom's palace, there is Chu Xuanyi, a Yin-Yang master from Qingyang, who is in charge. Outside the palace, there are Dong Tianhe, a master from Taiyuan, and Wen Cunming, a master from Nanjing. Although they are affected by the oath of non-aggression, their mere presence here has a deterrent effect.
"The Bai Nong Palace has been a hiding place for traitors for many years, but His Majesty is merciful and considers the contributions Yan Manfeng has made to the Yan Kingdom over the years. As long as he voluntarily hands over the traitors hiding in the Bai Nong Palace, His Majesty will forgive his momentary lapse of compassion."
"Before that, General Yuchi will lead 600 soldiers to the east gate of the Bai Nong Palace, and Commander Gao will lead 600 Black Iron Guards to the west gate of the Bai Nong Palace. We must capture all the traitors on the list!"
"Your subordinate obeys!"
"Your subject obeys!"
"..."
The young man kneeling outside the main hall was deathly pale, his forehead covered in cold sweat. The chill of the deep night seeped into his bones. Yi Guyun was already injured, his body was cold, and his mind was feverish.
If his uncle hadn't suddenly fallen ill, and the incident hadn't happened so abruptly, he wouldn't have had to set aside his dignity to beg the Prince of Yan.
But as he knelt there, vaguely hearing the intermittent sounds coming from inside the hall, his heart grew colder and colder. The eunuch Zhao, who came out to deliver the message, informed him of the Prince of Yan's intentions, then stepped aside and said to him, "Young Master Yi, please."
The Prince of Yan demanded that Yi Guyun kneel and crawl in to beg for mercy before he would allow the physician to go to the Bai Nong Palace to give his uncle, Yan Manfeng, the medicine to prolong his life.
The young man's hands were clenched into fists under his sleeves, his knuckles turning blue and white. At this moment, his face was as white as paper, and his body was so thin that it seemed as if it would break at the slightest touch.
Yi Guyun took a deep breath, his dry, chapped lips trembling slightly for a moment. Just as he was about to utter a light, airy reply, he was interrupted by another anxious female voice that came from behind: "Yi Guyun!"
Upon seeing the newcomer, Eunuch Zhao stepped forward with a beaming smile: "Your Highness, what brings you here? His Majesty is currently..."
"I'm not here to see my father, you don't need to announce my arrival!" The bright and beautiful girl, lifting the hem of her bright red dress, walked up the steps. Her eyes were fixed on the young man kneeling on the ground with his back to her. She bit her lip and said to the people behind her, "Hurry up and take him away!"
Yi Guyun did not turn around, but took a deep breath and said again, "I am willing."
Eunuch Zhao: "This..."
"Yi Guyun! Have you gone mad?" Princess Feiyan's eyes were red with anger. She bent down and whispered in the young man's ear, her voice trembling with tears, "This time it's not about the medicine. You should go back quickly, or you'll never see your uncle again!"
Yi Guyun turned his head with trembling eyes and looked into the girl's tear-filled eyes.
As if he had just thought of something, the young man suddenly turned around and left, staggering as he tumbled down the steps to the ground. He then scrambled to his feet and ran frantically outside.
Eunuch Zhao sighed, "Your Highness, if His Majesty finds out that you have let Young Master Yi go, he will likely be furious with you."
Princess Feiyan withdrew her gaze from Yi Guyun. Although her eyes were red-rimmed, she straightened her back and looked at Eunuch Zhao calmly, saying, "I am the only crown prince of Yan. Who dares to touch me so easily?"
Many years ago, many children died in the palace. At that time, the Prince of Yan had more than twenty princes and princesses, but on that night, only Princess Feiyan died.
After that, the King of Yan had no more children.
As dawn broke, the night fog dissipated, revealing the brightly lit Bai Nong Temple in the distance.
The army marched out from the nearby streets and alleys, surrounding the Bai Nong Temple and silently confronting the peasant sorcerers standing in front of the temple's gate.
Even before dusk yesterday, the ministers in the palace had already made a decision, ordering the clearing of all the streets and alleys surrounding the Bai Nong Palace. They watched silently and indifferently as people ran out of the Bai Nong Palace, those foolish people who tried to abandon their dignity and seek help from outside to get medicine for Yan Manfeng.
The generals and commanders who led the team to seal off the east and west gates tonight are all from the Nangong family and are also Nangong Ming's capable assistants.
Months ago, Nangong Ming had left them a message, telling them how to deal with what happened tonight.
Inside the Hall of Hundred Farmers, the candlelight was almost out. People were kneeling on the ground in the outer room, while a young man in red stood in the inner room with a long black belt around his waist, and a divine wooden talisman and a wind-listening ruler on his waist.
The young man in red knelt down by the bedside. The exhaustion from not sleeping for days had left dark circles under his eyes, and his originally gentle face now appeared resolute.
Yan Manfeng's eldest disciple, Song Junyou, kept a tight face, unable to bear looking at the man on the bed. In just a few hours, half of his body had been corroded, becoming a bloody mess, emitting a foul stench, and revealing blackened bones.
The once-glorious farmer is now bedridden, like a lump of mud.
Yan Manfeng's eyes were still open, but they were cloudy and lifeless.
"Senior Brother!" A man's anxious voice came from outside. The white-robed youth who entered was panting and covered in sweat. He rushed to Song Junyou's side, speaking rapidly, "Gu Yun went to the palace to beg His Majesty. He will definitely be able to bring the physician. I also used the Cloud-Piercing Gu to call Junior Sister. She said last month that she had news of Ming Yueqing. She will definitely be able to find Ming Yueqing and persuade him to come and save Master. We... we will guard the Bai Nong Hall and not let those people in. We must not let them disturb Master's peace. We must give them enough time. Master will definitely..."
"Take a good look." Song Junyou grabbed his second junior brother Zhao Ziming's hand and made him look at the person on the bed. "Master has been in pain for a long time."
Zhao Ziming turned his head with trembling hands, his heart filled with a thousand unbearable sorrows, but after seeing clearly what the person on the bed looked like, he burst into tears: "Master!"
Song Junyou gripped Song Junyou's hand tightly as Song Junyou tried to throw himself at his master. He was filled with hatred, but he couldn't lose his mind because of his status as the senior brother.
"Next... thank you for your hard work." Yan Manfeng's eyes were lifeless, half of his face was being corroded by black energy, his lips moved slightly, his voice was weak but his tone was very calm, "The Six States... cannot be without the Breath of Earth."
Zhao Ziming knelt on the ground, raised his hands as if to swear an oath, and said hatefully, "Even if I go to hell, I will take back the Breath Soil from the Nangong family and hand it over to the Six Prefectures!"
Yan Manfeng blinked, looked at his eldest disciple, and with difficulty raised his other hand, which was not yet completely corroded, and handed over the mechanical glass ball.
“Junyou,” he said in a trembling voice.
Song Junyou gripped his hand tightly: "Master, your disciple is here."
“If one day… the person I told you about appears, give this to him,” Yan Manfeng said. “This is his mother’s keepsake. Perhaps that child… can understand his mother’s thoughts.”
Song Junyou's eyes were slightly red: "This disciple will certainly do it."
Yan Manfeng looked at the two young people in front of him, his memory somewhat hazy.
Many years ago, he was just as young. Back then, his master, junior sister, and friends were all around. On sunny afternoons, people often felt lazy, so his master would often drag him and his junior sister to play chess under the elm tree to relieve their fatigue.
After his master died, only he and his junior sister remained.
After his junior sister left, it was his turn with the Eldest Princess, Dong Lanxun, Gongsun Qi, and the Sixth Prince.
Later, all of them left.
Yan Manfeng glanced at his young apprentices again, and then thought of another group of young people. They were exceptionally talented and were once the hope of the Yan Kingdom, but soon that hope vanished, and they remained forever young.
Under the verdant elm tree, when the eldest princess was playing chess with him, she once proposed an idea, but he thought it was too absurd and chose not to believe her, so much so that he was powerless to stop her from dying later.
Until a few days ago, Yan Manfeng suddenly remembered and vaguely asked himself, if he had chosen to believe the Eldest Princess back then, would none of the later events have happened?
Back then, no one chose to believe the eldest princess, and the only person in the world who believed her died far away from the Yan Kingdom.
Yan Manfeng's breathing gradually became weaker.
His consciousness lingered under the elm tree, where a man sat on a stone bench examining a chessboard. His opponents changed constantly, and when no one was playing against him anymore, Yan Manfeng realized that he had never won.
No matter who the opponent is, he is always like this: one wrong step and the whole game is lost.
He guarded the Yan state his whole life, but what did he ultimately protect?
It turns out they didn't manage to protect anything at all.
Yan Manfeng's breathing stopped, and the black energy that had been devouring his body dissipated as a result.
Zhao Ziming's cries erupted from inside the house, and gradually, the people kneeling outside also began to weep, loudly bidding farewell to the departing sage of the Yan state's agricultural school.
Zhao Ziming knelt on the ground, wailing incessantly. Song Junyou's eyes stung, and after wiping away his tears with his sleeve, he gritted his teeth, stood up, and said in a trembling voice, "Set it on fire."
He repeated it three times before Zhao Ziming understood. He suddenly looked up, his face covered in tears: "Are you crazy?"
Zhao Ziming reached out and grabbed Song Junyou's clothes, "Master just..."
Song Junyou appeared calm, but his words were filled with murderous intent: "Do you want those people to rush in and see Master like this, and then spread the news that Master died from the backlash of a forbidden magical beast?!"
He would never allow his master to be insulted by the Prince of Yan and his gang even after his death.
Zhao Ziming froze, then let go, watching helplessly as his senior brother set the bed curtains ablaze.
The flames quickly engulfed the dead man on the bed.
"Get up," Song Junyou said to Zhao Ziming. "We both have to get out of the Bai Nong Hall alive. We promised our master."
Zhao Ziming's blank face instantly contorted. He raised his hand to wipe his face and grabbed his senior brother's outstretched hand.
As dawn broke, fires lit up the Hall of Hundred Farmers, accompanied by cries and shouts.
General Yuchi and Commander Gao, who were positioned at the east and west gates, understood that the time had come, and thus gave the order:
"Charge in."
"Leave no one alive."
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