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Yang Qian was utterly horrified.

From the moment he stepped into this courtyard, he felt he had made ample preparations.

The reason for going straight to the hospital was to avoid attracting too much attention.

Moreover, he already had a good understanding of the situation in the courtyard and wanted to take a surprise attack on the people in the courtyard.

He appeared to be chatting casually with the old man in front of him, but in reality, he was on high alert and could react immediately to any slight movement around him.

Even so, when a warning suddenly arose in his mind and he dodged to the side at the first moment, his body was still struck by a tremendous force.

My left hand, which was only lightly "wiped", was almost completely ruined.

Just then, Yang Qian finally saw a figure appear out of thin air, suddenly appearing a few steps to his left, with its right hand outstretched as if reaching into a bag to grab him.

Even though the other party was still several steps away and the hand reaching out to grab him hadn't even touched him, Yang Qian already felt an invisible, immense force pressing down on him from all directions, like the body of a coiled python.

"Wait, don't rush to do it, give me a moment!" Yang Qian could no longer care about anything else and immediately shouted.

Strangely, the seemingly normal void around him was like a solidified crystal dome, and his words only echoed within a small area of ​​void.

When it finally managed to get out of the area, the sound not only became much quieter, but also became severely distorted.

Therefore, apart from the other two people in the courtyard, no one else would know about the commotion here.

The figure reaching out to grab him responded to his "request" with only a cryptic "heh heh," a sound that exploded directly in Yang Qian's mind.

The terrifying force surrounding him, like a coiled python, tightened even further, and Yang Qian felt as if his body was being suppressed by a mountain.

Under such immense pressure, Yang Qian, whose eyes were bloodshot, felt that his body would soon be squeezed into a lump of flesh.

"I was too overconfident."

Yang Qian, who wanted to seize this last opportunity to make a great contribution, thought to himself.

Just as he was in despair, his mind raced, and suddenly a flash of inspiration struck him.

"Oh!"

A small, exquisitely crafted wooden box in his arms suddenly exploded into dust, and a tiny object fell out.

It happened to be caught in Yang Qian's right hand.

The next instant, the small object held in Yang Qian's hand suddenly flickered with a faint light, looking like a cheap, short-circuited lamp.

But this seemingly insignificant "small" change caused the immense force surrounding him, which had been tightening and almost crushing Yang Qian, to suddenly melt away like ice and snow meeting the sun.

The sudden change left the figure reaching out to grab Yang Qian completely bewildered.

Yang Qian then took the opportunity to retreat quickly, pushing himself all the way to the edge of the courtyard wall before stopping.

At the same time, he threatened in a stern voice, "Don't do anything reckless. If you make another move, I guarantee that Dong Guan will hear my voice immediately!"

As he spoke, Yang Qian made no further attempt to conceal anything. His face seemed to ripple gently like water, and once it returned to calm, it revealed his true self.

He was very clear about his current situation; he knew he absolutely couldn't win by fighting head-on.

However, this Marquis Yu in front of me is not without any weaknesses.

The reason he acted so quickly and used such methods was that he didn't want to give himself any time to react and to prevent his shouting from reaching outside the courtyard and attracting Dong Guan's attention.

Compared to killing oneself, this is the situation the other party most wants to avoid.

Sure enough, after he said those words, his eyes, which had been like solidified ice, suddenly contracted sharply, filled with a surge of emotion and a strong killing intent.

But the other party managed to stop himself from continuing to attack.

The moment Yang Qian returned to his original form, his intense killing intent slightly subsided and was replaced by astonishment.

However, this slight surprise was quickly covered up by the other party, and replaced by an even stronger killing intent.

"Yang Qian, you're still alive?!... What are you doing sneaking in here?!"

Yu Hou suppressed his surging emotions and tried his best to control his voice as he questioned him sharply.

With his left arm half-crippled, Yang Qian, who had been on the verge of death just moments before, now calmly chuckled:
"Lord Yu, why do you ask a question you already know the answer to? With your intelligence, you should already understand perfectly well, shouldn't you?"

Yu Hou narrowed his eyes, looking at the traitor a dozen paces away, who remained vigilant and ready to shout at any moment, and gritted his teeth, saying:
"Are you trying to sow discord between me and my godfather?"

Yang Qian's face stiffened, then, as if he had heard an absurd joke, he showed an extremely exaggerated expression of astonishment and asked in return:
"Do I need to sow discord between you and Dong Guan?"

"You want to break free from his control and create your own unique achievements."

He was worried that if he let go, he would completely lose control of you and would hold you tightly in his hands.

"Isn't this something everyone knows perfectly well?"

The truth is the most deadly knife.

At this moment, Yu Hou completely lost control of his facial expressions, his face a picture of utter disarray.

Everyone knows perfectly well... Is it really that obvious?

The resentment he thought he had hidden deep in his heart was suddenly exposed to the light of day, and Yu Hou instinctively felt uncomfortable.

Subconsciously, she deliberately avoided Yang Qian's ambiguous gaze.

Their gaze shifted downwards to the peculiar object clutched in Yang Qian's right hand.

Because most of it was held in Yang Qian's hand, only a small protrusion could be seen, with white, jade-like texture.

This tiny gadget, like a needle puncturing a balloon, easily broke through his powerful force, giving the "big thing" in front of him the opportunity to speak and threaten.

Yu Hou asked, "What is this?"

It was partly out of genuine curiosity, and partly to change the subject.

Yang Qian looked at a small pile of wooden box fragments on the ground and said:

"This was a gift specially prepared for you by our military commander, but who would have thought that you would be so ungrateful!"

"A gift for me?" Yu Hou asked, somewhat surprised.

Yang Qian reached out and tossed the object he was holding in his right hand toward Yu Hou.

Yu Hou's heart stirred. Instead of immediately reaching out to catch it, he transformed a burst of energy from his body and grabbed at the rapidly approaching object.

But the next moment, something else happened that surprised him.

With his cultivation level, he could easily grasp even objects weighing hundreds of kilograms using such methods.

But at this moment, just as his strength enveloped the object and he was about to grasp it, the palm formed by his immense strength was like a hand made of ice and snow grasping a burning ember.

In an instant, the immense force was "burned" open, creating a large hole. The incoming object continued its journey unaffected, and was about to smash into his forehead.

With lightning speed in his mind, Yu Hou suddenly reached out and grabbed the object just before it hit his forehead.

There is no unusual crisis.

Only a warm, smooth sensation emanated from the palm of my hand.

Yu Hou opened his palm and finally saw the whole thing clearly.

At first glance, it looks like jade; upon closer inspection, it's bone.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a finger bone with a jade-like texture. Moreover, with Yu Hou's experience, he could easily tell that it was the finger bone of the right index finger.

Yu Hou, who had immediately come to this conclusion, felt his heart pound uncontrollably. He abruptly looked up at Yang Qian and stammered, "This...this is..."

He suddenly felt his mouth was dry and he didn't know what to say.

Yang Qian said:
"It seems that Marquis Yu has already guessed what this is."

Yu Hou did not answer, but instead looked down at the object in his palm again, his face full of disbelief.

Yang Qian looked helpless and said:

"Now, Marquis Yu should no longer doubt the sincerity of our military commander, right?"

"...If you were in my shoes, Marquis Yu, would you be willing to give such a precious treasure as a gift to a complete stranger?"

……

Geng Xuan did not have the determination to win over any particular person.

But when he heard from Yang Qian that Yu Hou was a fanatical fan of the Overlord, he was very confident that he could make the deal work if he could have something related to him as a gift.

"What a coincidence!"

Geng Xuan immediately took out a delicate little wooden box and handed it to Yang Qian, saying, "Then take this and try it out."

"What's this?" Yang Qian asked, somewhat puzzled, as he took the small wooden box.

"You can open it and take a look."

After receiving permission, Yang Qian opened the small wooden box.

When he saw that the small wooden box contained a finger bone with a slightly peculiar texture, his doubt turned into astonishment, and then into shock.

Finally, he stammered, "This...this...could it be the Overlord's Finger Bone?"

Geng Xuan nodded and said, "You have good taste too."

Yang Qian's judgment was indeed good, but without the conversation that had just taken place, no matter how rich his imagination was, he could not have immediately thought of a legendary treasure like the "Overlord's Finger Bone".

"This...this...isn't this too wasteful?"

There's no need to go this far!

Of course, Geng Xuan couldn't say that he only had this one item related to the Overlord, so he said rather casually:

“You all say that this Marquis Yu is an extraordinary hero, so this gift for meeting him should certainly not be meager.”

In any case, ever since the "Jade-Refining Heaven-Supporting Finger" was perfected, the "Overlord's Legacy Finger" has essentially become completely useless in terms of attack enhancement.

Its sole effect is to serve as the "key" to unlocking the special state of "Overlord's Enlightenment".

This is an ability that would drive any cultivator crazy, but for Geng Xuan, who can easily enter the wondrous realm of "Heaven, Earth, and Man," this state, which requires consuming good fortune to enter and has a similar effect, no longer holds any appeal for him.

Once the "Heaven and Earth Stake" breaks through to the Master level, one's cultivation will reach the perfection of the fifth realm. To some extent, this is the ultimate perfection under the existing cultivation system, and the body will be perfect and flawless from then on.

At that moment, Geng Xuan clearly felt that the Overlord's Finger, which he had fused with his own finger using special methods, suddenly became "an eyesore".

The positive effects completely disappeared, and instead, there were negative effects.

Realizing this, Geng Xuan immediately took off the "Overlord's Remains Finger" and put it into a small wooden box.

If Yang Qian hadn't suddenly brought it up, he would have almost forgotten that he had such a treasure in his possession.

Yang Qian was shocked and heartbroken that he gave away such a precious treasure so easily, but Geng Xuan himself took it for granted.

Because his strength increased too quickly, many items or resources that were once of great value to him quickly became useless, and then, just as common as dust and sand.

He knew very well that once he took the "Overlord's Remains Finger" off his hand and put it into the wooden box, it would have no other value to him except for collecting and selling it.

From Yang Qian's perspective, or from the perspective of any normal cultivator in this world, the value of this gift is far too great.

But Geng Xuan himself knew that this was the best time to cash in.

If we don't use it now, we might not even have the chance to give it as a "gift" in the future.

It's either left to gather dust in a corner, or given as a reward to someone "one of our own." If so, its effectiveness is less than that of a "gift."

……

Holding the last finger of the Overlord in his hand, Yu Hou listened to Yang Qian's story, his heart filled with turbulent emotions.

The value of the finger in the palm itself is self-evident.

That is a treasure that all cultivators flock to, and has been revered as a divine item by generations of cultivators for hundreds of years.

What captivated him even more was the magnanimity and generosity displayed by the "Black Wind Army" leader, whom he had never met before, in an attempt to win him over.

In contrast, Dong Guan, the "godfather" he saw every day, seemed utterly despicable and stingy.

On the one hand, he felt a surge of impulse to die for someone who understands him.

On the other hand, Dong Guan's face appeared even more repulsive when reflected by this tiny finger bone.

……

Amidst the entanglement of major trends, stories of varying sizes and dimensions, some explicit and some implicit, unfold across the surrounding land.

Against this grand backdrop, on the vast and boundless wilderness, countless hooves thundered like muffled thunder, causing the earth to tremble as if on a drumhead, and the sky to emit a continuous, awe-inspiring roar.

Two large, speed-oriented Xuanyou cavalry units quickly approached each other.

One of them had a scale of over 100,000, and it seemed to be cast entirely from black iron.

It surged forward rapidly, like an unstoppable torrent of steel.

The sheer power of the battlefield was enough to send chills down the spine of even the "high priest of the holy mountain," who was said to possess innate abilities comparable to those of the primordial.

If they were to encounter each other head-on, he felt that he could kill at most a few thousand cavalrymen before being completely overwhelmed by this torrent.

Therefore, after spotting this "torrent" from afar, although he did not leave, he did not dare to get any closer either, but simply followed behind at a distance.

On the other side of this torrent of steel, another, slightly smaller torrent pressed in from the northeast, showing no intention of yielding.

There was no need for scouts to relay messages quickly; it was clear to the naked eye that the two sides were within ten miles of each other.

The commander of the iron cavalry, who was leading his troops at breakneck speed, finally felt a real sense of unease at this moment.

"No, no."

"Why aren't you wearing armor yet?"

Why aren't they wearing armor yet?

Previously, when they learned that the enemy cavalry was not wearing armor, they all assumed it was a mistake caused by the enemy's lack of professionalism.

No matter how many mistakes there are, shouldn't there still be the action of "waiting for the right moment to put on armor"?
No matter how unprofessional the enemy cavalry may be, they wouldn't be so foolish as to think that they could provoke them with just flesh and blood, would they?
Now that the distance between the two sides has been reduced to within ten miles, with the astonishing speed of the Xuanyou Horse, the two teams are still rushing towards each other, and there is no longer any time to "take the opportunity to put on their armor".

Doubt turned into unease, spreading like a frantic alarm through the hearts of each armored figure.

The next moment, they suddenly noticed that the Xuan You cavalry, which had been charging straight towards them, had suddenly scattered to the left and right. (End of Chapter)