I am a prince in Zhutian Films

Chapter 481 Reunion with Xiong Ba
Taiping Village, on the outskirts of Beijing.

It was noon, the sun was blazing, and the air was thick with the sweltering heat of late summer.

In the fields, farmers are working, each one sweating profusely from the heat.

A middle-aged man was also busy with the autumn harvest, but he seemed out of place among the other farmers.

This man was dressed in coarse linen clothes, with his long hair casually draped over his shoulders. On the surface, he seemed no different from an ordinary farmer, but between his brows was an air of domineering arrogance.

When facing this person directly, one feels as if encountering a fierce tiger in the mountains.

Moreover, it's the fiercest of tigers.

This middle-aged man was none other than Xiong Ba, the former leader of the World Society.

Xiong Ba's clothes were soaked and his forehead was covered in sweat, but he didn't complain at all.

After being ambushed and killed by his biological father, the leader of the Purple-Clad Gang, and then hunted down by his former subordinates, he was rescued by a mysterious person and handed over to his son, Long Teng. His son then arranged for him to live in a village called Taiping.

At first, Xiong Ba was not used to it, but as time went by, he became more and more accustomed to his current life, and he became more and more calm.

However, Xiong Ba could sense that beneath the calm surface, a fire was still burning.

This fire is called Ambition and Revenge.

If when he first arrived in Taiping Village, the flames of ambition and revenge seemed to be burning him to ashes, then now... those flames of ambition and revenge have dissipated considerably.

There are many reasons for his disappearance. Besides his recent self-cultivation and the long-lost father-son relationship, the main reason is the strange true energy that the person who saved him injected into his body.

It was a stream of true energy filled with completely opposite attributes, as if ice and fire had merged into one.

This true energy is very strong.

Very strong!
It was so powerful that it made him feel desperate.

It was as if no matter how high a position he rose to, he was nothing more than an ant in front of the master of that icy true energy.

Because of this true energy, Xiong Ba's true energy was completely suppressed in his dantian, and he couldn't mobilize even a little bit of it. Moreover, his true energy was being constantly worn down.

He can't be called a cripple now, but he's not far off.

So much so that he sometimes thinks that perhaps living a peaceful life like this wouldn't be so bad.

However, today, Xiong Ba's peaceful life will be disrupted.

Because of the appearance of one person.

This was a handsome young man, dressed in white, exuding a gentle aura, as gentle as the bright moon in the night.

He held a knife in his hand. Although the knife was not drawn, it gave off a cold aura that dissipated the stuffy heat, as if the scabbard contained not a knife, but a piece of ancient ice.

"I never imagined that the once-renowned Chief Xiong would be a farmer here." The young man slowly walked up to Xiong Ba, clasped his hands in a slight bow, and said, "Master, it's been a long time. How have you been?"

The person who arrived was none other than Nie Feng.

He received a message from Bu Jingyun, instructing him to come to the capital to rescue Wuming and a group of martial arts practitioners.

He arrived much earlier than Ying Xun and the others, so he thought he should go and scout ahead first.

What Nie Feng didn't expect was that he would meet his mother Yan Ying while gathering information, and he also didn't expect that he would meet Xiong Ba while waiting for Bu Jingyun.

Xiong Ba put down his scythe, looked at the slightly sad-looking Nie Feng, and after a moment's thought, he understood the reason.

"Have you seen your mother?"

After all, they had been master and disciple for over ten years, so Xiong Ba knew Nie Feng quite well. Nie Feng wasn't good at hiding his thoughts; his thoughts were almost entirely written on his face.

There aren't many things that can make Nie Feng sad these days. Apart from Yan Ying, who recently returned from Japan, he really can't think of any other person or thing that could make him feel sad.

Nie Feng did not deny it, but sighed with some regret.

"I've seen it before."

Xiong Ba stepped ashore from the field, tidying his makeup as he calmly said, "Your mother was not a good mother."

"maybe."

Nie Feng's memories of his mother are still from more than ten years ago.

All he remembered was that his mother was unhappy back then, abandoning him and his father, Nie Renwang, for wealth and status.

"Since you've met your mother, she must have told you about the grudges between me and your father. I'm sorry to you and your father. Now, do it." Xiong Ba straightened his clothes and assumed a posture of offering his neck for execution.

He didn't really want to die, but he also knew very well that with his cultivation almost completely destroyed, he was no match for Nie Feng.

Escape, cannot escape.

Fight, can't beat.

Since we're all going to die eventually anyway, we might as well accept it calmly.

More importantly, based on his understanding of Nie Feng, if he showed genuine remorse and a willingness to accept death, Nie Feng might not take action.

Yes, he was gambling.

He bets Nie Feng won't kill him.

And he was right; Nie Feng showed no intention of making a move.

He looked at Xiong Ba with some surprise, about to say something, when he heard a clear child's voice.

"Uncle Xiong, Uncle Xiong."

The newcomer was a six or seven-year-old child. He moved with light steps and showed a hint of the Wind God Leg technique, indicating that he had not been practicing for very long.

"Little Tree, what's wrong?" Xiong Ba asked, looking up.

Nie Feng dared to swear that if he hadn't spent more than ten years with Xiong Ba and known what kind of person Xiong Ba was, he would have really thought that Xiong Ba was just an uncle next door.

This gentleness, which almost defied his understanding, left Nie Feng stunned once again.

"Uncle Xiong, I was on my way to feed your chickens when I ran into a group of江湖人 (jianghu people, people of the martial arts world) asking about you. I didn't tell them we were in your village, so you'd better hide!" the little boy said anxiously, panting heavily.

"What's meant to be will be, I'll go back and take a look."

Xiong Ba sighed and was about to leave when the little boy grabbed his leg and said, "Uncle Xiong, those people don't look like good people, especially one of them in red. He looks really bad. You should go hide."

Nie Feng: "..."

Is there anyone in the world worse than Xiong Ba?
However, the fact that this little boy came to inform Xiong Ba and even told him to go into hiding shows that Xiong Ba has changed.

Even if nothing has changed, it's still very well disguised.

"It's alright. If they really came to kill me, it's my destiny to suffer this calamity, it's my retribution. Besides, those people may not even be there to kill me."

Xiong Ba smiled and rubbed the little guy's head. He turned to look at Nie Feng and sighed, "Whether you admit it or not, I am your master. This little guy is your junior brother. He is an orphan without parents. If I don't make it back on this trip, remember to take him with you when you leave."

Nie Feng nodded and said thoughtfully, "The people who came should be Senior Brother Yun and the others. Senior Brother Yun sent me a message asking me to come to Taiping Village to discuss something. Master, you should be alright."

"If it really is Bu Jingyun, I'm afraid I'm doomed." Xiong Ba smiled faintly, broke free from the little boy's embrace, and strode towards his residence.

Xiong Ba was quite familiar with the temperaments of his three disciples.

If we encounter the eldest disciple Qin Shuang, we'll be fine.

If he were in trouble, given Qin Shuang's personality, she would still lend a hand. As for Nie Feng, needless to say, his attitude just now said it all.

Because Nie Feng values ​​relationships, even though things have come to this point between him and his master, he still cherishes the bond between them.

Only Bu Jingyun, if he were to meet him, would have only one outcome, barring any unforeseen circumstances.

--die!

Nie Feng knew very well that if the person who came was Bu Jingyun, it wouldn't just be Bu Jingyun alone; there would definitely be Ying Xun, You Ruo, and others as well.

But he didn't say much, he just followed Xiong Ba with his junior brother Xiao Shu.

When the three of them arrived at a small courtyard, the first thing Xiong Ba saw was a sword.

A sword brimming with murderous intent!
A figure in red robes appeared, sword in hand, leaping forward with lightning speed, like a celestial being descending from the heavens, seemingly about to take his life with a single strike.

Besides Xiong Ba and Nie Feng, a group of riders also witnessed the sword strike.

Almost simultaneously, several urgent shouts rang out.

"stop!"

"careful!"

Unfortunately, Bu Jingyun acted too quickly. Before the person who was shouting could react, his sword, filled with killing intent, had already pierced Xiong Ba.

A group of knights flew to Xiong Ba's side. One of them, a man wearing a silver mask, raised his hand to repel Bu Jingyun, helped Xiong Ba up, and called him "Father."

"Teng'er, you're finally willing to call me Dad."

Before she could finish speaking, You Ruo flew from the courtyard to Xiong Ba's side and asked anxiously, "Father, how are you?"

Xiong Ba opened his mouth, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Just as he was about to say something, Bu Jingyun coldly said, "Xiong Ba, our grudges are settled. If you want revenge, then come and do so."

The last half of the sentence was addressed to You Ruo and Bu Shenlong Teng, but the brother and sister had no intention of arguing with Bu Jingyun at this moment.

"You stinking Taoist priest, hurry up! If my father dies, I'll never forgive you!"

Ying Xun, who was playing chess with the First Evil Emperor in the courtyard, smiled helplessly and appeared beside You Ruo as if he had shifted his position.

"It's alright, my father-in-law's internal strength is still there, he won't die." Ying Xun greeted him with a smile, somewhat irreverently, "Oh, father-in-law, long time no see, how have you been?"

"He won't die for now," Xiong Ba said irritably.

"Since you can't die, then I'll let you die."

After saying that, Ying Xun slapped Xiong Ba on the forehead.

Xiong Ba's head lolled to the side, and his whole body went limp, lifeless.

For a moment, everyone present was stunned.

You Ruo was the first to react. Just as she was about to speak, she saw Ying Xun point a finger between Xiong Ba's eyebrows and use his internal force to lift the limp Xiong Ba up.

The previously silent energy also reappeared.

As Xiong Ba regained his vitality, images flashed through his mind.

Those images depict his entire life, from birth to his final end.

There are several possible endings, the most tragic of which is the death of all his children, the betrayal of everyone, and his eventual descent into demonic possession, ultimately leading to his death at the hands of the combined forces of wind and clouds.

After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Ying Xun withdrew his finger, and Xiong Ba opened his eyes.

"What were those just now?"

Looking at the shocked Xiong Ba, Ying Xun smiled faintly: "Father-in-law, why do you ask when you already know the answer? That was your fate."

Perhaps his emotions aggravated his injuries, for Xiong Ba couldn't help but cough a few times before asking in confusion, "But Youruo and Teng'er are alright."

“In that ending, I wasn’t included, was I?” Ying Xun smiled and said seriously, “Father-in-law, I have already shown you your ending. Fate is not unchangeable, but if you insist on going your own way, death is only a matter of time. As for how to choose, it is up to you.”

After a long silence, Xiong Ba finally sighed and said, "I was too narrow-minded. The future will ultimately belong to you young people. This old man will not get involved."

"Father-in-law, have you finally seen the light?"

Ying Xun laughed, inexplicably thinking of the Sweeper Monk from Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils.

Could you call him a hidden master who works behind the scenes?
"You've already died once, and you still haven't come to a complete awakening? Wouldn't it have been a waste of your life?" Xiong Ba laughed. "Speaking of which, you and You Ruo have been married for quite some time now. Is You Ruo pregnant yet?"

Unexpectedly, Xiong Ba suddenly brought up the matter of children, and Youruo blushed immediately: "Father, what are you saying?"

Ying Xun laughed and said, "It'll be soon, it'll be soon."

"You'd better step up your game, kid. I'm still waiting to protect my grandson." Xiong Ba laughed, then suddenly frowned, feeling his blood surging uncontrollably, and his aura burst forth.

"This is……"

“Di Shitian’s Evil Blood Tribulation and Extreme God Tribulation.” Ying Xun pointed a finger at Xiong Ba’s brow: “It’s just a wisp of primordial spirit. Di Shitian, get out here for me.”

A mysterious fluctuation appeared between Xiong Ba's brows, and at the same time, blood gushed from his sword wound. The blood that shot out did not fall to the ground, but instead rolled into the air and gradually condensed into a huge blood-red ice mask in mid-air, as if a god was looking down on all the ants and ants under heaven.

The moment the blood-red ice mask was fully formed, Xiong Ba's aura immediately weakened, and his face turned deathly pale. If it weren't for You Ruo and Bu Shen's quick reflexes, he would have probably collapsed to the ground.

"Young Master Nineteen, you have truly surprised this old minister."

These words came from the blood-red ice mask in mid-air, and the voice seemed to come from the deepest hell, sending chills down one's spine.

“Emperor Shitian, no, I should call you Xu Fu. Since you call yourself a subject, why don’t you bow to me?” Ying Xun stood with his hands behind his back, his tone indifferent, but his voice was like rolling thunder, shaking the surrounding area.

"Young Master Nineteen, the Qin Dynasty is gone, and there is no more Qin Dynasty in the world."

"Xu Fu, as long as the prince is alive, the Great Qin Dynasty has not perished!"

The blood-red mask on his head twisted slightly, and after he spoke, his tone was full of surprise.

"You are... Lieutenant Colonel Li, how could you still be alive?!"

The Lieutenant Colonel Li mentioned by Indra is Li Yi, who came with the God of Catching.

Back then, Li Yi, Li Junxin, Zhao Huaien and others had served in government, and because of the high status assigned by the system, their official positions were not low when they first entered government service.

The so-called lieutenant colonel was an official position under the Minister of Works of the Qin Dynasty.

The Directorate of Works was in charge of public buildings such as the imperial palace. The office had two assistant directors and two middle directors. Its subordinate officials included the Director of the Stone Chamber, the Director of the Eastern Garden, the Chief Director of the Chief Director, the Left School Director, the Right School Director, the Front School Director, the Rear School Director, and the Central School Director. Among them, the Stone Chamber was in charge of building materials, the Director of the Eastern Garden was in charge of carpenters, the Chief Director of the Chief Director was in charge of felling large trees, and the Five Schools were in charge of construction. Most of the officials under the Five Schools were convicts.

The historically famous Zhang Han came from the position of Junior Minister of Works.

"You old codger, you're still alive, so why can't I? When you see the Nineteenth Young Master, why don't you kneel down and pay your respects!" Li Yi shouted loudly.

This time, the blood-red mask above his head ignored him and instead looked at Ying Xun.

"It seems that you, Young Master Nineteen, still have many secrets to hide."

"There are quite a few, so..."

"Therefore, I will catch you sooner or later and dig out all your secrets."

After saying that, the blood-red mask fled as if it were afraid that Ying Xun would make a move.

(End of this chapter)