Qin Dynasty: Raising troops to capture the Bad Guys and stealing Yan Ling Ji.

Yan Lingji gradually recovered and began to take control of her body.

Once she regained her senses, she glared angrily at Han Feng, her beautiful blue eyes filled with hatred and murderous intent.

Just as she was about to speak.

Suddenly, he realized that his serious injuries had quietly healed, the broken bones had been reset and healed, and the blood stasis in his internal organs had been completely removed.

29 Where the damage occurred, a powerful force protected it.

Although the pain persists, there is no longer any danger to life, and one can still barely survive.

"I saved your life in the past, and today we repay each other with a punch. We're even now." Han Feng said calmly, then turned to You Ying and said, "From now on, there's no need to interfere with the two of them. Let's leave."

Youying nodded slightly, holding the nine-headed jade pendant upside down behind her back.

The two walked one after the other, gradually drifting apart.

"Wait!" Yan Lingji shouted sharply, then asked in confusion, "Since you are my enemy, when will you save me? What talk of settling scores?"

"If you don't speak up, I will kill you the next time we meet!"

"You want to kill me? With your abilities?" Upon hearing this, Han Feng's lips curled into an arrogant sneer. He paused slightly and slowly turned around: "You tracked me here with the Fire Spirit Thorn, wasn't it precisely to find me?"

"Now that we have met, I will repay the life-saving grace of the past with my fists."

"Our grudges are now wiped clean, and we have no further connection."

"I don't need anything in return from you."

After speaking, Han Feng continued walking, chewing on the roasted bear meat in his hand as he went. Although it had cooled down, some parts were still not fully cooked.

He didn't care.

"Without seasoning, the flavor is slightly inferior, but it is still better than raw meat."

At this moment, for him,

The allure of a beautiful woman is far less tempting than a piece of meat.

Meat can nourish qi and blood, while beautiful women deplete qi and blood. At this crucial stage of physical development, how can one let alluring women ruin one's future?

Not far behind.

Upon hearing Han Feng's words, Yan Lingji's eyes widened suddenly.

"Could he be...?"

“My benefactor’s eyes are not like that at all. I remember it vividly, but his way of doing things is exactly the same.”

"Equally arrogant, completely disregarding others."

Gazing at that receding figure, her mind was in turmoil.

"Who is he?"

She sat in the snow for a while, then suddenly remembered the Peerless Ghost who had fainted in the snow. She then used her Fire Charm Technique to stimulate his mind with illusions.

Wushuang Gui finally awoke from his coma.

"Where is this...?" When he first woke up, Wushuang Gui's mind was still muddled, but when he caught sight of the bloodstains on Yan Lingji's lips, he instantly became clear-headed.

He leaped up from the snow and quickly assumed a defensive stance.

"Wushuang, don't be nervous, they've already left." Yan Lingji wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, endured the pain, and struggled to get up.

He raised his head and gazed into the distance, as if speaking to the peerless ghost, or perhaps talking to himself:

"Perhaps he is not my enemy."

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"Enemy? What enemy?" Wushuang Gui glanced at Yan Lingji, his face full of confusion, and asked in bewilderment, "You have never left Baiyue, when did you become enemies with her?"

"This is a private matter and has nothing to do with you."

Turning her gaze away, Yan Lingji felt much calmer after being punched.

She was determined to investigate this person's true identity herself.

“Follow me, I will find out where they are.” She leaped onto the shoulder of the peerless ghost and wrapped her right arm around his thick neck.

He pressed his left hand lightly to his chest, breathing slightly heavily: "Next time I see this person, I must not be rash."

"Me? Reckless?" Wushuang Gui looked down at Yan Lingji on his shoulder, a question forming in his mind. Just now, it was clearly you who was reckless; when did it become him?

360. The White Tiger of the Mo Family Mechanism?

However, he did not ask any further questions, knowing full well that he was dull-witted and that he only needed to follow Yan Lingji's advice.

He strode to keep up with the footprints in the snow, maintaining a safe distance.

Deep in the vast snowfield.

Han Feng, shirtless, was engaged in close combat with a striped tiger. Despite the tiger's biting and clawing attacks, it was unable to inflict any real damage on him.

It only left faint red marks on her skin, which quickly disappeared.

He rarely takes the initiative to attack, and most of the time he remains silent, or even does not defend, allowing the tiger to attack at will.

Only when the tiger intends to retreat,

He will provoke the tiger, enraging it and making it even more ferocious, causing it to pounce again.

"My lord, those two have followed us." On the treetop, Youying stood silently observing the battle, and asked in a low voice, "Should I eliminate them?"

"As long as you don't get too close, you don't need to pay attention to it," Han Feng replied, continuing to deal with the enraged tiger, letting it bite and scratch him.

While enduring the tiger's frenzied attacks

His thoughts drifted involuntarily to various memories related to tigers.

"The thunderous roar of tigers and leopards is an innate ability of tigers, a good strategy for strengthening their internal organs."

"The Fierce Tiger can be considered as the next option for fusion of magical techniques."

He recalled that when the two disciples of Guiguzi, Gai Nie and Wei Zhuang, first underwent Guiguzi's assessment, they encountered four extraordinary black tigers.

Shaped like a fierce tiger, with fangs in its mouth.

With a pair of saber teeth, it is even more ferocious than a saber-toothed tiger. Ordinary swordsmen often lose their lives and become tiger food when facing the black tiger.

"Those four black tigers are undoubtedly spirit beasts, but their strength is still weak."

"It is far inferior to the Nine-Headed Serpent."

"Perhaps it is still in its infancy, who knows?"

Recalling this information, Han Feng was still undecided.

It's too early now.

The current disciples of Guiguzi, Gai Nie and Wei Zhuang, are still studying under Guiguzi. The lifespan of Xuan Hu remains a mystery.

There are currently many unknown factors.

The fact that Guiguzi was able to capture four black tigers as targets for his disciples' initial tests indicates that the targets must have been located near Guiguzi.

"I wonder if the Black Tigers around Ghost Valley still exist?"

Taking advantage of the pause in the snowfall, Han Feng used the tiger's fierce attacks to hone his physical body while simultaneously using his mental power to control the body of the magpie's spirit and conduct a thorough search.

The exploration area is centered around Guigu.

The plan radiates outwards in concentric circles, covering the surrounding primeval forest, with the aim of tracking down the four mysterious tiger beasts.

Until the spirit of the magpie had almost traversed half of the Wei Kingdom.

However, no clue has been found about the tiger.

"Perhaps they are not within the territory of Wei, or perhaps they have not yet been born."

"Or perhaps it's an ordinary tiger clan member who has been reborn by borrowing the spiritual power of heaven and earth."

Han Feng had no way of knowing the specific reasons.

We had no choice but to put it aside for the time being.

Instead of finding the tiger, he unexpectedly discovered a spirit beast, a black ox, which was about sixty miles away to his east.

"The toughness of cowhide far surpasses that of human skin."

"If the power of the spirit beast's hide can be integrated into the passive spell (Zhao Li's), and superimposed with 'Iron Wall Forged a Thousand Times', it will surely enhance the spell's defensive power."

"After all, even the 'Iron Wall' has its weaknesses, and we must be wary of them."

Lost in thought, Han Feng swiftly extended his left hand.

With fingers spread wide, he firmly gripped the head of the striped tiger, and with a slight twist of his wrist, he forcefully broke the hard bone in its neck.

"Ow—"

As the tiger lay dying, it let out a mournful roar. Its large, bell-like eyes gradually dimmed, and although its body still twitched occasionally, it had lost its former ferocity.

361. Secret Technique! Limitless Resilience!