A low growl suddenly rose up, instantly causing Li Qingru to lose all her composure, her delicate beauty turning into a ferocious expression, which was somewhat heartbreaking.
Nan Lingqin suddenly understood.
"You have a crush on Yuwen Yao."
Caught off guard, Li Qingru gasped for breath, turned her head away, and said in an extremely unpleasant tone, "...I've always liked you."
"So it was jealousy."
No, it's not.
Li Qingru waved her hand, somewhat flustered, "He, such a good man, I... dare not even think of him. I just... don't want you... to cause him heartache again."
"I understand. You may leave now."
Nan Lingqin looked coldly at Li Qingru, "I can't tolerate any nonsense. I've already shown you mercy by letting you live. You won't be so lucky next time we meet."
"I hate your arrogance." Li Qingru's eyebrows twitched, and after a moment, she bit her lip, picked up the dagger on the ground, and finally turned and left quickly.
"If we really let her go like this, what if she has impure thoughts and causes trouble?"
Xu Yiran was a little worried.
"Then let them live. Isn't it chaotic now? Besides, many people will die soon."
"You've made up your mind."
"certainly."
"But……"
"No buts."
As soon as Nan Lingqin finished speaking, she looked at the sheer cliff and jumped off, with Xu Yiran following closely behind.
...
Li Qingru walked alone in the woods, a dagger in her hand, her eyes cold and sharp, yet also filled with a sense of confusion.
She didn't know where she was going.
"Seeing how lost you look, why don't you come with me?"
Ahead, a dark figure suddenly blocked her path, exuding a menacing aura that made her instinctively take a step back.
"Who...who are you?"
Li Qingru was so shocked that her face turned pale.
"I'm here to help you."
"Help?"
Li Qingru stepped back, holding a dagger to her chest, fully alert.
"Do you want to get Yuwen Yao?"
The newcomer suddenly spoke, his voice like the wind, hollow yet alluring, with an inexplicable power that startled Li Qingru. Then, she saw that there was a faint mist flowing between the palms of the person in front of her.
...
Below the cliff.
The giant clam had made all the preparations. Although it was old, it still looked dignified and had a resolute and murderous expression.
"Take me there."
As Nan Lingqin spoke, thousands of people appeared behind her, including her personal guards from Southern Qi and people she had previously subdued.
Inside that walled area, all the guards and patrolling soldiers died before they even understood what was happening.
The wind howls, the Yi River is cold, and the King of Hell, the reaper, takes his life in a series of encounters.
Fifty thousand people, with nearly twenty thousand guarding them, were slaughtered overnight.
The night was dark and bleak, the result of months of meticulous planning.
From darkness to dawn, then to a blood-red sunset, and then the sky darkens.
Blood and qi permeated the world.
Dressed in a green robe, Nan Lingqin stepped over layers of corpses and finally entered the walled area. She stood before the 50,000 people standing in neat rows, her expression solemn, cold, and powerful.
And they, the Yun clan members, all looked at her.
Those eyes were filled with hope and light.
"I'm here, thank you for waiting for me."
Nan Lingqin spoke, her voice carrying through her inner strength, which startled everyone. They looked at Nan Lingqin again, and although they already knew who she was, they couldn't hide their curiosity amidst their excitement.
They broke free of their chains and shackles, and in unison, with utmost respect, they greeted, "Greetings, Young Master."
The clan chief's daughter is naturally the young master. Although they have been away from home for sixteen years, they still do not know what the state of the Yun clan is like.
But they knew that the place, so different from Bei Rong, Nan Qi, and Xi Xia, was the home they were going back to.
"I'm going to take you home!" Her voice was melodious, as if she only wanted to say this one sentence.
She was met with a torrent of tears and a deafening roar; they raised their hands, their faces filled with emotion.
"Go home, go home, go home!"
They tore off the numbered garments on their bodies, which to outsiders were shameful, but to them were clothes of liberation.
Fragments flew everywhere, and the air was filled with the power of hope and light.
A single attack brought them to a decisive victory, followed by a bloody battle.
There are 50,000 people here. It's not that they can't escape, but without their clan leader, they don't know where else to go. They can't return to the Cloud Clan. It doesn't matter to them where they are. They just didn't expect that after waiting for more than ten years, the clan leader would have died long ago. The one who came to pick them up was the clan leader's daughter, a young girl whose soul power was no less than that of the clan leader.
Of course, the woman named Tridacna had already told them all about her legends and everything she had done.
They have been away from home for too many years; they long to see their wives and children, their families, their parents…
Therefore, they were moved to tears after their emotional outburst.
The moonlight was stained with blood, and the clouds surged.
Fifty thousand soldiers came down from the cliff, and the once chilly cliff edge was now a dark mass.
The sudden influx of 50,000 troops into the city gates was no small matter.
The capital was shaken. The officials awoke from their dreams, put on their robes, and rose, their faces ashen.
There are 20,000 imperial guards inside the city and troops stationed outside, but they are too far away to help in an immediate crisis.
The people in the capital were in a panic, closing their doors one after another, not understanding why the enemy, who were said to be thousands of miles away, had suddenly attacked the city.
For a moment, the entire capital city of Beirong was deathly quiet, like a lonely city.
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