Xiuxian, I can travel to another world

Chapter 282 Ruined Temple
October.

The third prince, who was ordered to suppress the bandits, suddenly led his army westward, clearing a path for the rebel army to reach the capital.

November.

General Cao Jian, the Heavenly General, led an army of 500,000 men straight towards the capital, conquering cities and territories along the way, and was invincible.

The rebel army reached the outskirts of Beijing, and including those they had coerced, their numbers had reached one million.

Amazing power!

His defeat was already inevitable.

With the imperial guards and elite troops blocking their way from the front, and the Third Prince leading 800,000 soldiers in pursuit from behind, they were caught in a pincer movement with no way out.

December.

It snowed heavily.

The drought has finally come to an end.

General Cao Jian was besieged by a large army and died at Prison Star Slope, thus ending the banditry that had lasted for several years.

Same day.

The third prince offered sacrifices to his ancestors, then accused Duke Qi Wanyan of forging an imperial edict and using the young emperor to command the world, and ordered troops to be dispatched to the capital.

This battle was ultimately unavoidable.

First, the capital was hit by bandits and ravaged by refugees, and then the Third Prince led his troops to attack, causing constant turmoil in the capital.

Countless people fled the capital.

at the same time.

Even a seemingly insignificant little thing can cause a ripple.

The abbot of Baiyun Temple, Ju Daoren, the teacher of Duke Qi Wanyan, suddenly attacked the assassin organization Ghost Tower, and in a few days, he destroyed several Ghost Tower outposts in Shenjing with unbelievable methods.

Currently, only a few deeply hidden assassins and the Ghost Tower Master remain to be found; almost everyone else has been wiped out.

period.

Master Ziju displayed astonishing strength, and people widely believed that he was very likely a Sumeru Martial Saint.

…………

Mountain forest.

Ruined temple.

The dilapidated Buddha statue was covered in cobwebs, and under the flickering light of the campfire, the originally kind-faced Buddha appeared somewhat ferocious.

Snow was falling heavily outside, and the weather was freezing cold.

"Crunch... crunch..."

A man and a woman, dressed in hemp clothing, walked hand in hand into the dilapidated temple, their footsteps making rhythmic sounds as they crunched through the snow.

"Everyone."

The man seemed surprised to find so many other people in the temple. He paused for a moment, then clasped his hands in a respectful gesture and said:
"My husband and I were just passing through and took shelter from the snow. We apologize for the inconvenience."

There was a bonfire on each side of the dilapidated temple.

The fire on the east side was larger, and seven people sat scattered around it, with various weapons placed around them, indicating that they were martial arts practitioners.

On the west side was a family of three, with a child of about five or six years old looking on with curiosity.

The couple sat down in a corner near the outer door, rubbing their hands together to keep warm.

"Crack..."

The wood crackled and popped around in the campfire, sending up sparks from time to time.

"Daddy."

The child spoke in a clear, crisp voice:
"Won't our lives be much better once the bandits are wiped out and the drought is over?"

“That’s right.” The middle-aged man threw a piece of wood into the fire and said slowly:
"With the court selecting virtuous and capable officials and the people living in peace and prosperity, we naturally no longer need to wander and suffer."

Judging from his tone of voice, he must be a well-read person.

His every move reveals that he once came from a wealthy family and possessed an air of nobility, but now his clothes are tattered and he has fallen on hard times.

"Pooh!"

As soon as he finished speaking, one of the martial arts figures opposite him spat out a mouthful of spittle with a look of disdain.

"When prosperity comes, the people suffer; when decline comes, the people suffer."

"If you want to live a good life, it's impossible for ordinary people; you'll always be the one being exploited."

His voice was hoarse and his tone carried a hint of anger, which made the child look frightened and hide in his father's arms.

"Baby, don't be afraid."

One of them chuckled and tossed over a piece of roasted meat:
"My brother is just a bit short-tempered, but he's actually a good person. He used to teach people to read and write."

"What good is it!" the man scoffed.
"This world is a dog-eat-dog world, and the way of heaven is inherently unfair. I only regret that I took the wrong path many years ago and didn't learn martial arts earlier, otherwise..."

"Humph!"

He snorted coldly and picked up the long knife beside him, quickly sharpening it on the stone.

The group exuded a fierce aura and still reeked of blood, making the others in the temple hesitant to look at them.

If it weren't for the freezing cold outside, we probably would have left long ago.

time flies.

The couple, huddled in the corner, trembled slightly, slowly raised their heads, and looked puzzled.

people!
A lot of people!
"Shh!"

"careful!"

A martial arts practitioner, wielding a knife, leaped forward beside the bonfire on the east side and cleaved an arrow that had been shot through the flying snow in two.

"clatter……"

The broken arrow fell to the ground, causing the child's expression to freeze for a moment before he burst into tears.

If the other party hadn't been holding a knife to stop him, that arrow would surely have landed on him.

"Wow……"

"Child, don't be afraid." One person stood up and spoke in a deep voice:
"They are coming towards us."

"Listen up, you people inside!" At that moment, a loud shout came from the wind and snow outside:

"The Heavenly General has already handed over the head. Why don't you all surrender quickly and come back to the capital with me to await your fate?"

"Bullshit!" one man roared.
"If you hadn't used a trick, General Cao wouldn't have been trapped. If you want to capture us, let's see if you have the ability!"

"Seventh Brother, don't be impulsive!" An elder stepped forward and shouted at the shadowy figure in the wind and snow.

"Are the newcomers the Imperial Guards?"

"There are innocent passersby here, please do not harm them..."

"Shh!"

"Swish!"

Before he finished speaking, a hail of arrows rained down from the wind and snow, densely covering the entire dilapidated temple.

"kill!"

Those outside clearly didn't mind harming innocent people; a rain of arrows fell from the sky, some even stained with oil.

"boom!"

The flames burned fiercely.

Even a flurry of snowflakes couldn't extinguish the burning flames.

"Brother Fu."

Bai Jian Shenwan tightened her grip on her wrist, her face showing displeasure:

"The people in the imperial court are too domineering. It's one thing to arrest bandits, but they don't even let innocent people go."

"Humph!"

"On the contrary, these bandits are more chivalrous."

"The court has its villains, and bandits have their chivalrous heroes; these are none of our concern," Fu Feizhou sighed softly.
"Let's rush out first."

As he spoke, he glanced at a family of three not far away, who were now huddled together in a hug.

"go!"

Fu Feizhou let out a low shout and rushed to the side like a white ribbon, his long saber slashing out with streaks of sword wind, deflecting all the incoming arrows.

Although he claimed it was none of his business, his actions immediately attracted most of the court's attention, effectively relieving pressure on others.

Bai Jian and Shen Wan followed closely behind, the two of them clearing a path with a sword and a saber, tearing apart a defensive line.

Fu Feizhou let out a long roar, his arm muscles trembled rapidly, and the power of the Martial Saint smashed more than ten large trees to pieces.

The falling trees threw the court into chaos.

"Bah..."

at this time.

A faint sound of something cutting through the air rang out, and the expressions of the Black and White Heroes changed drastically as soon as they heard it.

The Miao witch! She's nearby too.

"Bah!"

The trees ahead seemed to be sliced ​​in two by an invisible blade, silently splitting in two, and the two men's forward momentum suddenly came to a halt.

"Zheng!"

When the sword and saber are combined, their power surges.

Threads, barely visible to the naked eye, appeared all around, like an open spider web covering an area of ​​about an acre.

"It's the Thousand Spider Blade String, the treasure of the Southern Barbarian Dharma King. How did it end up in the hands of the Miao Barbarian Witch?"

Upon realizing the situation, Bai Jian and Shen Wan's expressions changed:
"It happened!"

"I never imagined you would be willing to leave the capital?" A snow-white figure lightly landed on a treetop not far away, almost blending into the swirling snowflakes. The Miao barbarian saintess, Qi Yao, whose face was veiled, spoke slowly:
“The capital is full of hidden talents, even I have to be careful. But you have hidden yourself well enough. If someone hadn’t informed me, I would have really thought you were still hiding in the capital.”

"Someone informed us?" Fu Feizhou's face darkened.

"Who?"

Only a handful of people knew that they had left Shenjing, and each of them was a trustworthy person.

"Heh..." Qi Yao didn't answer, but said slowly:
"You two juniors have something to be proud of for being able to keep me alive for half a year!"

"But this is the end!"

"Shh!"

The white figure suddenly disappeared.

"careful!"

Slender, long, and jade-white fingers appeared in their senses, silently pointing towards them.

The speed appears slow, but it is actually as fast as lightning.

Under the restraint of the extraordinary treasure, the Spider Blade String, the Black and White Heroes found themselves with no way to avoid the attack after only a short exchange.

"Peng!"

They both stepped back.

"Fight!"

Shen Wanjiao drank, and a strange blood-red layer appeared on her originally fair skin; a layer of black mist also appeared on Fu Feizhou's face.

The aura emanating from the two of them surged dramatically.

Forbidden technique!

Miao barbarian saintess Qi Yao's beautiful eyes flickered slightly, and her expression changed.

These two young juniors surprised her several times, and they grew stronger with each battle along the way.

From initially running away upon meeting her, to later engaging in back-and-forth interactions, he has now managed to put some pressure on her.

If the two don't die, given time...

"Humph!"

With a soft hum, Qi Yao lunged forward like a ghost, her jade-like palms striking out in rapid succession, the force of which boomed and trembled in all directions.

With a muffled thud, the three figures retreated simultaneously.

The Black and White Heroes coughed up blood and crashed into several large trees before they could stop themselves. The Miao and Barbarian Saintess was also unsteady on her feet.

In terms of experience and strength, she, who has been famous for decades, is ultimately superior.

at this time.

"Shh!"

A cold light appeared out of nowhere.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, as only an ordinary longsword slashed through the void and attacked.

Kill in ten steps!

"boom!"

Beneath the veil, the Miao barbarian saintess's beautiful eyes widened, and her body, tempered over decades, burst forth with incredible energy in an instant.

Under the impact of the powerful energy, the incoming longsword trembled violently.

However, the person who made the move was clearly no ordinary person. Even when faced with the Vajra Martial Saint's all-out surge of energy, he was still able to maintain his balance and thrust out a sword.

"Bah..."

"puff!"

The two figures suddenly separated.

Shen Ming, wielding the Soul-Chasing Sword, coughed up blood and flew back more than ten feet before crashing heavily to the ground, his longsword flying out of his hand.

the other side.

Blood flowed freely from the chest of the Miao barbarian saintess Qi Yao, her delicate body swaying unsteadily as she steadied herself by holding onto a tree trunk.

"Kill him every ten steps?"

"The Ghost Tower's Number One Assassin?"

The veil covering her face had disappeared, revealing a pretty face as delicate as an eighteen-year-old girl.

"It really lives up to its reputation!"

Qi Yao took a deep breath and slowly steadied herself:
“I was just an inch away from dying here today, but… in the end, I was just an inch short.”

Hear the words.

The Black and White Heroes' expressions darkened, and they hurriedly helped the seriously injured Shen Ming to his feet.

"How are you?"

"I won't die." Shen Ming shook his head with a wry smile.
"King Kong..."

"As expected of the Miao Barbarian Saintess, her strength far surpasses that of the Vajra Martial Saint I assassinated last time. She is probably only one step away from the Sumeru Realm."

The Black and White Duo had secured a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for him.

how...

Ultimately, it still fell short by a little.

For an assassin, a slight difference can lead to a huge error.

"But do you think you've already won?"

"Oh!"

Qi Yao raised an eyebrow and looked at the wounds on her body:
"Your sword isn't coated with poison, and even if it were, it wouldn't be effective against me. Do you have some other way to turn the tables?"

"good."

Shen Ming grinned, his face pale, but a smug look appeared in his eyes:
"Senior probably doesn't know, but I'm in high demand right now. There are people looking for me all along."

"When I realized my sword was just an inch short, I released my aura. Someone will arrive immediately. Even if you are the Miao Barbarian Saintess, the most outstanding expert in the world, you are no match for them."

"Is that so?" Qi Yao narrowed her eyes, her expression shifting several times before she smiled sweetly and stepped closer.
"But I don't believe it!"

"Originally, I planned to kill the Black and White Heroes first to avenge my clan, but now I've changed my mind."

She licked her lips, a dangerous glint in her eyes.
"Having lived all these years, since entering the Divine Treasure Martial Saint realm, you are the first person who has made me feel threatened. You almost killed me with your Divine Treasure realm cultivation. I will show you what it means to wish you were dead!"

As he spoke, he slowly raised his arm.

"Infinite Heavenly Lord."

Sudden.

A soothing voice came from behind:

“The Miao and Man holy maiden, this person belongs to me, and I must not kill her for now.”

Ok?
Qi Yao froze.

Although the person who came didn't do anything, she felt as if a mountain had fallen from the sky and pressed down on her.

Despite being a Vajra Martial Saint, he felt a sense of suffocation.

Turning around, her beautiful eyes narrowed:
"Master Ziju?"

The newcomer was dressed as a Taoist priest, with an otherworldly air about him; he was none other than the master of Qi Wanyan, the current Duke of Fuguo.

Daoist Ziju of Baiyun Temple!
"It's Pindao."

Zhu Ju bowed, then looked at the faintly breathing Shen Ming with surprise on his face:
"As expected of the Ghost Tower's number one assassin, your concealment skills are superb. I remember we met once before, and I didn't even notice anything amiss then."

"Master Daoist," Shen Ming said slowly, panting heavily.

“I can go with you, and I can even tell you who the owner of the Ghost Building is, but you need to do one thing for me.”

"Oh!"

Zhu Ju raised an eyebrow and looked at the Miao barbarian saintess who had changed her expression and subconsciously taken a step back:

"If I were to make a move now, it would be an unfair victory."

"and……"

"The owner of the Ghost Tower has arrived."

what?
The people in the room all changed color.

(End of this chapter)