Chapter 150 Chapter 150 Not Making Things Difficult Chapter 150...
Chapter 150 Not Making Things Difficult
Yang Xiao hadn't expected things to be so coincidental. He had just met someone who might be connected to the Persian headquarters, and then the Persian headquarters sent people to the Central Plains. Since he was currently the highest-ranking person on the border, it was natural for him to be the one to receive them.
These Persians came to the Central Plains to find Dai Qisi. They didn't say why, only that they wanted to find her. But even without their explanation, Yang Xiao could guess what was going on. Something must have happened to the current leader at the main altar, and they needed a new one, which was why they were looking for Dai Qisi.
Dai Qisi is a Holy Maiden. At the Persian headquarters, the leader of the Ming Cult is chosen from among the Holy Maidens, a fact that Yang Xiao, as the Left Envoy of the Ming Cult, naturally knows. However, to become the leader, a Holy Maiden must remain loyal, and Dai Qisi ran away with Han Qianye, so it seems impossible for her to remain loyal now.
If Yang Xiao remained silent, a conflict with the Persian headquarters was inevitable. Therefore, Yang Xiao told the Persian headquarters the truth.
At first, they didn't believe it, but then they started accusing her, saying that the Ming Cult had done something to cause Dai Qisi to elope with someone. How could Yang Xiao accept that? Han Qianye was an enemy of the Ming Cult; for Dai Qisi to be with him was to betray her brothers in the Ming Cult. He hadn't even said anything to her yet, and now the Persian headquarters was turning the tables on him?
Both sides felt they were in the right, and as the argument progressed, anger flared, and they almost came to blows. However, because they felt they still retained some rationality, they ultimately refrained from fighting. Nevertheless, the two sides reached a stalemate.
Just then, someone appeared out of nowhere and killed the Grand Elder of the Persian headquarters. Although the attacker also paid a price, she did not escape with her life. Judging from her injuries, she should have died on the way.
However, Yang Xiao recognized the person as Shi Ci, Ling Hao's attendant, someone connected to the Persian headquarters. He knew Ling Hao and the man named Gongzi Yu were quite capable and wouldn't let her die so easily.
Yang Xiao initially thought the Persian headquarters would let it go, after all, they had avenged the Grand Elder. However, they were relentless, constantly mentioning something about Naslin. Naslin? Did that refer to poetry?
Just as Yang Xiao was pondering how to persuade these people to return to Persia, they vanished. He immediately knew they had come to raid him, so he rushed over. He was thankful he had run fast enough; otherwise, he would have witnessed the entire Persian headquarters being wiped out.
"Your Highness," Yang Xiao bowed to Ling Hao, "I hope you will forgive their disrespect and spare their lives." If all the people from the Persian headquarters die, the headquarters will certainly not let it go, and there will be endless trouble.
The Ming Cult is now fragmented and can hardly withstand any more storms. For the sake of the Ming Cult, Yang Xiao, despite his reluctance, has to step forward and clean up the mess.
"Take them away." Ling Hao returned her sword to its sheath and looked at the Persians on the ground. "I know you can understand the Central Plains language. Let me tell you, there is no Naslin here, only my people. If you come again, I will not show any mercy."
“Naslin, the Holy Maiden…” one of them said unwillingly, “She wants to go back and become the leader.” He spoke much more fluently than the previous person, although he still had a strange accent.
Gongzi Yu raised an eyebrow and said, "Ah Hao, they're not here to take Shici's life, they want her to go back to the Persian headquarters to become the leader."
"Huh?" Ling Hao wondered if there was something wrong with her ears. Otherwise, why would she be hallucinating? Just a moment ago, they were all shouting for battle, and Shi Ci came back injured. Now they want her to be the leader? No, is it really that casual?
Ling looked at Yang Xiao. After all, Yang Xiao was a member of the Ming Cult, and he had the closest relationship with the Persians. He should be able to explain, right?
Yang Xiao met Ling Hao's gaze and said helplessly, "They really want Na... Poetry Girl to go back with them and become the sect leader."
He explained that, from the perspective of the Persian headquarters, their previous pursuit of Shici was to avenge the Grand Elder. Since she was so severely injured, it meant their revenge was complete, and the matter was considered closed.
With personal grudges settled, it's time to get down to business. Dai Qisi ran off with someone else, abandoning her loyalty as a saintess, while another saintess was eliminated for some reason. Now, of the three saintesss, only the youngest, Shici, is still alive.
Not only did she survive, but she also mastered martial arts, managing to kill the Grand Elder and escape even under their siege. In their eyes, she was incredibly capable. A saintess who survived in a foreign land, possessing excellent martial arts skills, was naturally qualified to become the sect leader.
So, despite their previous threats of war, it didn't conflict with their current decision to take the poetry back to Persia to become their religious leader. The people at the Persian headquarters were probably straightforward; their thinking was very different from that of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Yang Xiao thought to himself.
Ling Hao: "..."
Sometimes I really think the thought processes of many people in the world are amazing, like these Persians in front of me.
Gongzi Yu sneered, "I'm afraid things are going to get chaotic at the Persian headquarters, and there will be a lot of trouble. That's why the position of sect leader has become a hot potato." If it were really a good thing, how could it possibly be Shici's turn? She left the Persian headquarters so early and still has a grudge against the Grand Elder. She doesn't seem like a suitable candidate at all.
But now they want poetry and lyrics from some cult leader? It's obvious there's something wrong with that. Apart from Ling Hao, the Emperor, and Shen Lang and his wife, Gongzi Yu always used the most treacherous thoughts to speculate about them.
Seeing the guilty expressions on the Persians' faces, Ling Hao immediately understood that her husband, A Yu, was right. "You people look so honest and simple, but you're so cunning."
Who says foreigners are straightforward? That's nonsense. They just don't think as subtly as people from the Central Plains, but that doesn't mean they aren't straightforward or incapable of scheming. Humans are inherently calculating, regardless of whether they are foreigners or not.
"I will not go back with you."
Ling Hao turned around and saw Shi Ci being carried out. She immediately frowned and asked, "Why did you come out?" Her injuries were so serious, how could she come out as soon as she woke up? She stepped forward, grasped Shi Ci's wrist, and channeled her internal energy into her.
Poetry smiled weakly, "Don't worry, young lady, I won't die." Her cultivation method was somewhat special; as long as she had a breath left, she wouldn't die so easily.
Ling Hao felt that the pulse was indeed slowly improving, and only then did she release her grip. Otherwise, she would have definitely gone straight back to Shici.
Looking at those people who were both very familiar and very unfamiliar to him, Shici said, "Have you thought this through? If I become the leader, I will make sure that there is no peace in the sect day or night." Doing good deeds is not easy, but doing bad deeds is not?
If she wanted to, she could make the entire Persian headquarters restless day and night, ensuring that no one would suffer any harm. Thinking this, Shici gave them a gentle smile.
The Persians shuddered violently, then, enduring the pain, they scrambled to their feet and helped each other away. They hadn't forgotten the fierce look on Shici's face during the attack; the memory still sent shivers down their spines.
Forget it, if she doesn't want to be the leader, then so be it. They can go find Daiqisi again. As long as Daiqisi isn't dead, and as long as she's willing to have a daughter, then there's still room for maneuver. Whatever it is, it's better than Naslin; she's truly terrifying.
The Grand Elder was truly despicable. Couldn't he have treated Naslin better in the first place? His two daughters becoming saintesses was such a great honor. Yet, he disliked Naslin and insisted on harming her; and not only that, he failed to kill her. As a result, not only did he die, but he also implicated them, and they even lost such a good candidate for leader.
"Serves him right! If we hadn't known each other for so many years, I would have cursed him even more." The Persian muttered to himself as he walked away.
Ling Hao watched them leave, thinking that if they hadn't been beaten black and blue, they probably would have run away.
Just moments ago, the people from the Persian headquarters were insistent that Shici go with them, but after being beaten and threatened, they gave up so easily. This made Yang Xiao feel somewhat ashamed and embarrassed, so he said a few words and left with his men.
As long as the people at the Persian headquarters weren't dead, and they themselves didn't want revenge, he didn't necessarily have to help them. So, Yang Xiao left decisively.
Ling Hao: "???"
She thought there would be another big battle, but it's just over like this? To be honest, she hadn't had enough of fighting yet. Are they really not going to make a move? What a pity.
What Ling Hao didn't know was that she hadn't been fully focused when she fought them, and even had time to flirt with the beauty—referring to Gongzi Yu—which was a huge blow to the Persian headquarters.
The other party was half-hearted in fighting them, and they were beaten to a pulp. Naslin was unwilling to leave with them. Anyone who didn't run away at this point would be a fool!
Shici watched them disappear into the distance and let out a cold laugh. They're still the same, so annoying. Thinking this, she closed her eyes, a slight smile still playing on her lips.
Ling Hao: "!!!"
She was startled and stepped forward to check the poem's pulse again. Feeling the life force under her fingers, she finally breathed a sigh of relief. Good heavens, she almost thought she had died; it was truly terrifying.
This scene was truly too exciting; let's not come here again next time. Ling Hao touched her chest.
"Are you... welcoming us?" Shen Lang looked at the chaotic scene in front of the inn and fell silent.
If he's welcomed like this, he'll have to wonder if his good apprentice has had another episode of his illness.
"Master?" Gongzi Yu was somewhat surprised to see Shen Lang return.
Shen Lang: "..."
Okay, I got it. This isn't a welcome to them.
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Author's Note: Mwah! [kissing emoji]
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