181. Died at Two-Knife Cliff
Those within the formation felt the same way. A unique comfort, like the April breeze, the summer night, the winter snow, the spring flowers—a feeling that evoked the four seasons, as if the most beautiful things in the world had just been brought to them.
Many are stuck at the fourth or fifth tier, either due to insufficient comprehension or innate talent.
At this moment, they all felt that the bottleneck that had been holding them back had suddenly appeared in a flash of inspiration, and the time was ripe, creating a sudden connection.
Things that were previously incomprehensible, unbelievable, insurmountable, and imperceptible are now being felt, and the shackles are loosening slightly.
Without further hesitation, everyone closed their eyes, focusing their minds and seeking breakthroughs. They knew this was a rare opportunity.
Dragons and phoenixes appeared in the sky, a symbol of good fortune. Suddenly, a dragon darted into the body of a burly man, as strong as an ox. At that moment, the man's body trembled violently, and his bones cracked loudly.
He had actually grown a full inch taller, and mysterious patterns flashed across his chest.
At this moment, Yun Su was surrounded by wind and energy, forming a huge vortex of spiritual energy, as if spiritual energy was automatically coming from the void.
Around the others, vortexes of spiritual energy, large and small, also formed. Some unusual phenomena also appeared around the soldiers' families.
Yun Qing and Yun Shuni, who were already on the verge of breaking through their limits, were now blessed with good fortune. Instantly, they felt boundless and vast spiritual energy coming from the void around them, and their entire bodies were covered in sweat.
The same was true for the people dressed in white and black; their faces displayed incredibly complex emotions: struggle, pain, and determination.
The same was true for the others; their expressions changed in various ways, and the auspicious signs in the sky gradually dissipated.
Yun Su woke up first. Although she hadn't broken through her cultivation level, she had gained a deeper understanding of swordsmanship. After coming over, she hugged He Chen's arm tightly, smiling and her eyes full of laughter.
He whispered, "Thank you!"
She gently stroked his long, soft hair. The hair felt incredibly soft in her hand, as if whispering, "Wait here. I'll take care of things."
Yun Su grabbed her arm and whispered, "Let's go together."
He gently shook his head. 'You wait until they wake up. That way, no petty thieves will come and cause trouble. It only takes the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. The time will be over quickly.'
Then he gently embraced her slender waist, which was just a hand's width away, and patted her softly.
He stood suspended in mid-air, nodding to the beautiful woman. With his gentleman's sword slung over his shoulder, he rode the wind and clouds, vanishing in the blink of an eye.
Yun Su watched her lover turn away, his back swaying in a hesitant manner, his movements elegant and graceful. A pang of pity and a touch of determination stirred within her. She stood in mid-air, a three-foot sword in hand, carefully surveying her surroundings.
He Chen swiftly flew towards the Two Blade Cliffs. The fierce, cold wind was instantly cleaved in half, emitting a sharp whistling sound. Without any attempt at concealment, he had clearly been working tirelessly tonight.
Carrying immense, boundless power, it arrived in the sky. It swiftly swooped down, reaching the position of the Night's Watch.
By this time, everyone around was already asleep; it was clearly getting dark, and there were so many of them. The night watch was just a formality, and no one would bother them sleeping now.
He Chen appeared before them in an instant. The two men were dressed in mismatched silk shirts and coarse cloth trousers, with a hard flatbread hanging from their chests and roast chicken bones on the ground. A thin iron knife lay casually beside them, and a yellow gourd hung at their waist.
One of them, his mouth greasy, muttered, "Little lady, so fair-skinned! So satisfying! Haha!"
Suddenly hearing someone shout, I thought it was the night patrol coming. I quickly said, "Everything is fine around here. Nothing unusual has been found."
He Chen didn't pay much attention and asked softly, "Where is your master? Is he in that tent over there?"
The two were still half asleep when they nodded and said, "Yes, yes. They're all over there." Then they immediately realized something was wrong.
But just as he realized something was wrong, a flash of light appeared, and two heads flew into the air, severing his path to the afterlife—death! He seemed to be in no pain at all, a sleepy expression still lingering on his face.
There was little commotion here, and everyone was sound asleep, so it was quite peculiar that no one noticed.
They walked straight toward a luxurious tent. A pair of sleepy-eyed people saw them, rubbed their eyes, and instantly woke up. The newcomer's clothes were strange.
He had just spoken, "Who goes there? This is private territory, get out of here!" when he grabbed his broadsword and charged forward.
The shout instantly startled those around them. Suddenly, the blade flashed like lightning, piercing through the foreheads of the two men in an instant, and their screams rang out.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Get up quickly!" someone shouted rapidly.
Instantly, groups of men sprang into action, now in complete chaos, shouting, "The enemy! Where is the enemy?"
In less than the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, several groups of men quickly assembled. Bows and arrows were at their sides, iron arrows were nocked, and they were clad in armor, waiting only for the order to unleash a barrage of arrows.
On the other side, the bandits who had been summoned, recruited, and lured here instantly split into several groups, each armed with knives, spears, clubs, armor, coarse cloth, silk clothing, and all sorts of other items.
There were also a few men who looked like scholars with feather fans and turbans, wearing blue hats, sachets at their waists, and folding paper fans in their hands. Hope touched his short beard, gently waved his folding fan, and instantly felt that he was really a strategist.
He simply hadn't met a wise ruler. Gazing at the luxurious tent, he knew that the person inside could change his identity as a bandit and rise to become a noble person among men.
Gazing at the tent, her eyes burned with desire, as if she were radiating flames, wishing she could be the woman inside, serving the nobleman at all times.
The person inside was a distinguished guest, with delicate features and a fair complexion, except for several red lipstick marks. She was dressed in black, and faint glints of magical light emanated from her.
He muttered, "What's going on? Fix it quickly, don't you know I'm sleeping?"
Two sweet female voices came from inside, "Young master, it's still early, don't be angry, come and continue to rest." Then a strange sound came.
The person outside quickly replied, "Yes, young master, it'll be taken care of immediately." Then he wiped the sweat from his forehead, which was dripping with sweat. He was terrified; this ancestor was someone he couldn't afford to offend.
Then he shouted, "Quickly, seize this man! His life or death is irrelevant!"
As soon as he finished speaking, arrows rained down like rain, as if they were ambushed from all sides. The sound of arrows flying through the air was deafening, sharp and piercing, like a shrill roar.
After the sound, a clanging sound unconsciously entered the ear.
It was a delightful experience to hear; every arrow had hit the mark!
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