Martial arts of the heavens, I am unstoppable since I was born

Chapter 139: The Coming One After Another (asking for monthly tickets)

"Wuyazi..."

"Junior brother!!"

Tianshan Child-Fairy kicked Sikong Xuan's body away, with hesitation floating on her young face. Her bloodshot eyes looked out of the hall, and she saw a valley under the snow-capped mountains, which was as warm as spring. Warblers and swallows were flying through it. Although they were as busy as ants, they were more leisurely and comfortable than outside.

She waved behind her.

Fu Minyi approached quickly.

The Tianshan Child-Fairy was standing on the threshold, not even reaching Fu Minyi's thigh, but the latter trotted forward and knelt behind her very actively, bending down and lowering her head.

"Take the troops from the Yangtian and Haotian tribes and go to Dali. If you encounter an immortal, you can communicate with him. If he is a real immortal, invite him to visit Lingjiu Peak. If he is a fake immortal, kill his entire family.

Focus on finding information about Wanjie Valley, especially Wuyazi, to see if he really exists or if someone is plotting against him."

If it were in the past, the Tianshan Child-Fairy would have gone to the Wanjie Valley in person to determine the truth without hesitation.

But now that her power is about to dissipate, this news may not be a trick to lure her out of Lingjiu Palace, so she has to be extremely cautious.

Clouds obscured the sun, and a haze filled the eyes of the Child-Fairy of Tianshan. She clenched her tiny fists tightly and said fiercely, "Li Qiushui, is this a trick you used to trick me into coming down the mountain? Wait a minute, in a few days, the grudge between you and me will be settled!"

She exhaled a breath of foul air and turned back to the hall. She stepped out with a childlike figure, yet she possessed an extraordinary bearing, as imposing as a deep and imposing mountain. Her cold command echoed through the hall like the wind:

"Summon the thirty-six cave masters and the seventy-two island masters to come to Lingjiu Peak for an audience."

The Tianshan Child-Grandma stood before the Beiming Stone Carving, her eyes fixed on the Beiming Divine Art, her energies trying to converge at the Niwan Palace...

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Xixia and Tianshan were making moves, and even the imperial city of Dali was in a bloody disaster. However, Emperor Baoding Duan Zhengming was still leading his men to Wanjie Valley.

"Do you even know the way? I've seen this tree three times! If you dare to go around in circles again, I'll chop off your legs!"

With a gloomy face, Fan Bi threw Zhong Wanchou to the ground. His horse's face sank into the ground, splashing gravel. Then he picked him up again.

I saw bright red blood flowing down from Zhong Wanchou's forehead in an instant, and it took three or two breaths to reach his cheek.

Zhong Wanchou licked his lips, feeling the burning pain on his cheek. His eyes were filled with fierceness and indignation. "Bah! Come on! Chop off my legs, and see who will lead the way for you?"

Situ Hua Hegen said in a deep voice, "Of course we won't chop off a walking leg. Master Zhong, you know that although my brother is an official in charge of agriculture, he enjoys slaughtering animals. Although you are now a prisoner, we still treat you as a human being.

Better not make the mistake of forcing us to treat you as less of a human being."

Zhong Wanchou's face was twisted. He wiped his hand across his face, blood covering his pockmarks, making his face look even more eerie. "Then what are you guys still standing there for? Come on! If your father frowns even once, I'll tell you I'm your son!"

"Chao!" Fan Bi didn't tolerate him at all. He stretched out his hand and grabbed it, then reached out to grab it again, but he didn't expect to grab nothing.

"Uh, you're a eunuch?"

Zhong Wanchou's face burned with rage, a mixture of shame and indignation, yet a touch of sadness shone in his eyes. Back then, he had been intact, practicing the Great Shift of the Universe in the training room, when he heard Gan Baobao muttering in his sleep, missing her lover. His rage surged, and his impatience caused him to misdirect his Qi, causing his energy to spiral out of control, refining his flesh and blood, even reducing his cartilage to thin tubes. He had narrowly escaped death and, having been furious with Gan Baobao, had wanted to drive her away, but she had sworn before him that she would never see Duan Zhengchun again...

She swore an oath!

What else could he do? Of course he forgave Gan Baobao and treated Zhong Ling as his own daughter.

Now that this group of people are coming with great force to cause trouble in Wanjie Valley, how could Zhong Wanchou really take them back to his hometown out of consideration for his wife and children?

The three officials of Dali did not expect that their tried-and-tested torture techniques would fail to target Zhong Wanchou, and they showed a bit of embarrassment on their faces.

Fan Yi even reached out to smooth out the wrinkles on Zhong Wanchou's pants. He turned back to look at Duan Zhengming and Ba Tianshi, who remained silent, and asked, "This fellow refuses to cooperate. I think we should just give him a quick death."

Duan Zhengming sighed and shook his head: "Buddha is merciful, how can I commit the sin of killing so easily?"

He stepped forward and untied the rope that bound Zhong Wanchou's arm. Facing the other party's astonished gaze, he said sincerely:
"Valley Master Zhong, I don't want to take your life, nor do I want to deceive you. Last night, it wasn't just my second brother who was attacked. Also, the Princess of Zhennan and the Crown Prince Duan Yu were captured by your companion."

"Early this morning, he sent a disciple to tell me that the Princess of Zhennan and the Crown Prince are both in the Wanjie Valley. If we go too late, I'm afraid the Princess's innocence will be in jeopardy, and the Crown Prince's life will be in jeopardy."

Zhong Wanchou originally thought that Duan Zhengming and the others were going to Wanjie Valley to seek revenge for what happened last night, but he didn't expect that it was because Duan Yanqing had thrown another thunder bomb into Wanjie Valley. His face suddenly turned blue and purple, "Duan Yanqing you ****!"

He cursed a lot.

It was so filthy that the three dukes of Dali and Duan Zhengming couldn't help but frown, wondering whether to block his mouth or cover their own ears.

Fortunately, Zhong Wanchou quickly remembered Zhang Kuang's existence, slapped his thigh and said, "Oh no! My wife!!!" After that, he ran wildly towards Wanjie Valley.

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Outside the Wanjie Valley.

Zhong Ling's face was full of joy, and she urged Zhang Kuang to leave quickly as if she was sending away the plague god.

Zhang Kuang rolled his eyes and said, "Did you get something wrong? I'm not leaving and never coming back. I'm just taking her to see someone."

Zhong Ling pouted in dissatisfaction: "Ah? You're coming back?"

"Ling'er, please don't be rude," Gan Baobao smiled as he pulled Zhong Ling behind him. His eyes fell on Dao Baifeng, who was arrogant and uncomfortable, yet pretending to be calm and aloof. "Wanjie Valley is remote, and no one will come here often. Young Master, don't worry, take her to see Duan Yu. Everything will be fine."

Gan Baobao was completely unaware that she was raising a flag. She was just gentle and virtuous in her conversation, just like a lady asking her husband to be careful on the road and to come back quickly.

Qin Hongmian glanced at her junior sister with some resistance upon hearing this, but there was no anger in her eyes. She glanced away and said in a low voice, "Wanqing and I will stay in the valley to practice Beiming Divine Art first. If anything happens, please take care of it."

Zhang Kuang was speechless: "It's just a matter of crossing the river, but you make me feel like I'm going somewhere. Let's all go back."

He waved his hand and took Dao Baifeng to the Langhuan Blessed Land - although it was abandoned, it was also an alternative underwater prison, which was just right for imprisoning Duan Yu.

(End of this chapter)