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

It was fate.

They had originally planned to settle here and then search for relevant information. Unexpectedly, they met here.

"You know each other?" Jin Wen smiled even more kindly upon seeing this. "I was worried that Wushuang might have some difficulty adapting after joining the sect. With you here, he should be much better off."

"Let's go, let's hold an initiation ceremony for Wushuang first."

Han Feng glanced at Wushuang Gui and Yan Lingji, his expression calm. He simply nodded slightly and then left with Jin Wen.

As Wushuang Gui received his apprenticeship ceremony...

Using the powerful illusionary force of her Fire Charm Technique, Yan Lingji quietly probed the memories of the ordinary disciples of the Armored Sect, quickly obtaining basic information about the young man from before.

"Han Feng, the second personal disciple of the Armored Sect Master, is only eight years old."

"His surname is Han, and he is male. If his given name is correct, he should be of noble birth from the Baiyue people, and his age is roughly consistent with that."

"Is he really my benefactor, the older brother?"

The most direct and effective method would be to use illusion magic to explore the depths of Han Feng's memories. However, she knew she was no match for him, so she had to abandon this approach.

"I must find out your true identity!" Yan Lingji vowed silently. She wouldn't be able to rest easy until she completely solved this mystery...

Then,

Wushuang Gui officially became the fourth personal disciple of Jin Wen, the leader of the Armored Sect, but in reality, he was the third true successor of the Wei Wu Zu... Under the guidance of Yan Ling Ji, he devoted himself to the training of "Hundred Refinements of Shield and Armor" in order to strengthen himself and rescue his master Tian Ze.

However, for the simple-minded Musou,

He treats those who are kind to him well, and those who are unkind to him unkindly. He is guileless, like a weaker version of Tian Hu, and never lays a hand on those who treat him kindly.

Time flies, and more than a year and three months have passed in the blink of an eye. During this time, Yan Lingji has been posing as Wushuang Gui's younger sister, living in the Armored Sect of 5.4. Using her Fire Charm Technique, she peered into the memories of others in 5.4, carefully sorting through them and repeatedly verifying them, finally identifying Han Feng, the second disciple of the Armored Sect's leader, as the person she had been searching for.

At the edge of the training ground, Yan Lingji gazed at Han Feng, who had just finished his training, her heart surging with emotion. She mustered her courage, stepped forward, and timidly asked, "Big brother, may I stay by your side?" Her heart pounded with fear, lest she receive the same cold and resolute rejection she had felt in her childhood.

369. The Shock of Yan Ling Ji

Youying's delicate face couldn't hide her nervousness and anticipation.

Han Feng took the towel You Ying offered and wiped the sweat from his brow. His expression remained calm as he lowered his head slightly, scrutinizing the petite girl, Yan Lingji, who barely reached his waist. "Why?" he asked indifferently.

"I want to repay you, I hope you can..." Yan Lingji was interrupted by Han Feng before she could finish speaking. "I don't need the weak to repay me, you can live your own life." He said coldly, "You are useless to me, I never accept those who have no value to me."

Wiping away his sweat, Han Feng returned the towel to You Ying and turned to leave. Having experienced the trials of life, he knew that even when seeking employment, one must demonstrate their value. Otherwise, why would anyone hire them? Value is benefit. This principle transcends time, though its manifestations may differ across eras, its essence remains constant.

Under the shade of the tree, Yan Lingji watched Han Feng walk further and further away, momentarily stunned. Then, she quickly chased after him, blocking his and You Ying's path, urgently calling out, "Big brother, I'm useful!"

"Oh? What use is it?" Han Feng asked calmly.

"I...I...I!" Yan Lingji was speechless for a moment, then quickly replied, "I know fire charm magic, which can help you find out the information you need."

Upon hearing this, Han Feng's lips curled into a faint smile. He pointed at You Ying: "In your opinion, which is superior, her Soul-Capturing Puppet Technique or your Fire Charm Technique? In terms of appearance, she is no less than you, perhaps even more so; in terms of talent, ten of you combined couldn't match her; in terms of loyalty, she and her sister are willing to share life and death with me, something you cannot compare to." He lowered his gaze, looking directly at Yan Lingji, "Then, what is your value in this?"

Han Feng's words were like a bucket of cold water poured over her head. Yan Lingji's mind was in chaos, and she was powerless to refute him. She could only watch helplessly as he left with You Ying. This time, she didn't chase after them. Instead, she stood there, repeatedly pondering their conversation and deeply reflecting on herself: "What else can I do? What they can do, I can do too. What they can't do, I still can't do. So, what exactly can I do?"

The next morning, as Han Feng was having breakfast, he suddenly saw Yan Lingji running over excitedly, her face beaming with joy. "I know what I can do now!" she exclaimed excitedly.

"What can you do?" Han Feng replied casually, taking another sip of meat soup from his rice bowl. However, before he could finish speaking, he was so shocked by Yan Lingji's incomprehensible words that he spat out the soup.

"I can be your flint and steel, and start a fire for you to roast meat in the wild anytime, so that you won't end up like last time, unable to start a fire in the snow and having to eat raw meat while hugging a bear," Yan Lingji said happily.

Han Feng nearly choked on the broth. He looked up at the girl in red before him, finding it hard to reconcile her current innocent appearance with the alluring and seductive image he remembered. "Big brother, why are you looking at me like that?" Yan Lingji asked timidly, then her face lit up with joy, and she cheered excitedly, "Big brother, you didn't say anything, does that mean you agree? That's wonderful!"

She ran out of the house laughing, leaving Han Feng alone to ponder her words. After a moment, he nodded helplessly: "Raw meat is indeed hard to swallow, and the texture is terrible. Oh well, with me, Zhuzhao, and Youying here, our fighting strength is enough. Adding a little girl like her, who can be flattened with one punch, won't make a difference. She's suitable as a fire starter. But taking you in is like saving your life again."

He recalled that in the future, Han Fei would die in Qin prison, and the Baiyue woman who accompanied him would also perish; that woman was none other than Yan Lingji.

370. Treatment of Hematuria

Now, only a dozen years have passed since then.

After the meal, Han Feng, as usual, focused his attention on controlling the Magpie Puppet, wandering through the primeval forest near Ghost Valley, searching for the four Xuan Tigers. "I wonder if I'll return empty-handed again today?" Just as his thoughts were wandering, the Magpie Puppet's gaze caught sight of two familiar figures resting beneath a giant tree by the river deep in the forest. A pair of ferocious beastly eyes frequently swept across the riverbank, and a pair of saber-tooth-like fangs on their upper jaws gleamed coldly, sending chills down one's spine.

These two black tigers were over three zhang long, with bulging muscles, and were incredibly impressive. Strangely, their bodies were not covered with the thick fur of ordinary tigers, but were smooth and hairless, with a deep blue body covered with white stripes of varying thickness, making them look quite flamboyant.

"Black Tigers! We actually found them!" Han Feng's spirits lifted. Through the eyes of the Magpie Puppet, he hid in the treetop and observed carefully. It turned out to be two Black Tigers, one male and one female. The smaller one had an unusually swollen abdomen, which was obviously not due to overeating, but rather because it was pregnant.

Facing the enormous black tiger head before him, larger than a strong adult human, Han Feng felt a mixture of surprise and joy.

"Judging by the size of these two black tigers, their strength should not be underestimated."

"Otherwise, how could I have survived until now?"

"Looking at the situation again, the four black tiger cubs I originally planned to find were most likely born from these two adult black tigers, and have now been subdued by Guiguzi."

Han Feng pondered silently for a moment, then rose and summoned Youying, entrusting her with the Furnace of Life and Death, and conveying his message through divine thought:

"Go here quickly, capture that male black tiger alive, and imprison it in the Yang furnace of the Furnace of Life and Death."

"Do not move the female tiger. She is pregnant with cubs and seems to be nearing delivery. She should be forgiven."

"The action must be swift and cautious."

Having completed her preparations, Youying concealed the exquisite Furnace of Life and Death in her sleeve, shouldered the Nine-Headed Jade, and headed straight for the location of the Magpie Puppet. Han Feng watched her walk away, then entered his room, sat cross-legged on the wooden bed, and focused intently on cultivating the Profound Ice Technique, carefully unblocking the twelve meridians within his body.

About half an hour later, Youying returned, staggering into Han Feng's room and returning the Furnace of Life and Death that sealed the male Xuanhu to him. Her face was unusually pale, her black dress tattered, and through the tear, a long, narrow claw mark almost piercing her snow-white skin was visible on her back, with exposed bone spurs. Fortunately, thanks to the Rebirth Technique, her injury was healing at an extraordinary speed.

"You're injured. It seems those adult black tigers are indeed formidable." Han Feng placed the Life and Death Furnace on the bed, got up, and helped You Ying remove her torn dress to prevent fragments from getting into her wound.

"Let's heal here. Thank you for your hard work."

Throughout the process, Youying's cheeks flushed, her eyes filled with shyness, yet she offered no resistance. Having weathered life and death together, their fates were intertwined, making separation impossible in this life. Having lived together for nearly two years, they were already intimately familiar with each other. Both Youying and Zhuzhao had long since accepted and adapted to their roles as maids, perhaps out of habit, or perhaps because they had made a choice from their hearts.

"Please wait here while I fetch you some food. The Rebirth Technique requires nutritional supplementation to achieve its best effect."

"Ok."

Han Feng helped the naked and bleeding You Ying to lie on his bed, then left the room, gently closed the door, and strode towards the kitchen through the armored gate.

As the sect leader's second personally instructed disciple, he easily obtained a precious medicinal meal for nourishing and healing, and personally carried it back to his room.

371. Sealed Memories

"Come, eat these medicinal dishes, and you will recover faster."

Han Feng sat down by the bed with the medicinal meal in his hand, holding the bowl in his left hand and the spoon in his right, feeding the seriously injured You Ying as he used to feed Yun Ji.

"Open your mouth and I'll feed you."

"Master, I can do it myself... Ouch!" Just as Youying was about to make a move, the wound on her back tore open again, and blood gushed out. The pain made her furrow her brows, turn pale, clench her fists, and bite her lips.

"Don't push yourself, listen to me." Han Feng coaxed Yun Ji gently, "You got injured because of me, what does it matter if I feed you now?"

"Although you call me master, I have never regarded you as a servant. In this war-torn era, only by supporting each other can we survive."

“603, yes, Youying thanks the Lord 603 people.”

Youying nodded slightly, her cheeks flushed, and obediently opened her cherry-like mouth, enjoying the long-lost feeling of being fed. Her thoughts drifted back to her childhood, when her parents were alive, her brother was still alive, and the family was happy and warm. However, war broke out again between Zhao and the Xiongnu, and her brother was forcibly conscripted to the battlefield, never to be heard from again, only news of his death in battle. Her mother fell ill and soon passed away, and her father, due to the urgency of the war, was conscripted as a laborer to transport military supplies. On the way, a torrential rain triggered a flash flood, and the entire transport team was wiped out. From then on, she never experienced the feeling of being loved and cared for again, but it was precisely these successive blows that awakened her twin pupils, leading her to enter the Yin-Yang School.

As she was being fed by her owner, Han Feng, Youying involuntarily recalled her childhood, and tears silently streamed down her face. She missed her parents and her brothers.

"Why are you crying?" Han Feng asked with concern, "Is your wound hurting too much?"

"It's alright, Master. I was just thinking about things from my childhood." Youying subconsciously wiped away her tears, but the pain from her wound made her arm stiffen, and the action of wiping away tears came to an abrupt halt.

"Cry if you want to. We'll take revenge on the Yin Yang Clan when we have the chance." Han Feng put down his spoon and gently wiped away You Ying's tears. He thought to himself that perhaps she was reminded of the Yin Yang Clan's cruel custom of killing relatives to establish their authority. His gaze toward You Ying became more loving and sympathetic.

Tears welled in Youying's eyes as she stared blankly at Han Feng, who was wiping away her tears. Her mind was a jumble of confusion. She had only been thinking about her childhood; what did this have to do with the Yin-Yang School? Why was she being forced to return to the Yin-Yang School? What grudge did she have against them? Thinking back carefully, she recalled the legend of the previous Shao Siming. It was said that upon ascending to the position, the Yin-Yang School demanded two things of her: first, to personally kill the previous Shao Siming; and second, to slaughter her entire family, thus achieving the ultimate goal of ruthlessness and heartlessness. Every generation of the Yin-Yang School's Shao Siming was a short-lived, ruthless, and incredibly powerful killing machine. If it weren't for Yaoyue's twin pupils actively sealing her memories, she and Zhuzhao might have also become tools of slaughter, killed by the next Shao Siming after completing their mission, or dying during the mission itself.

Relying on this method of insect breeding, each of the Yin-Yang School's Lesser Masters of Fate will become increasingly powerful.

Until the state that Donghuang Taiyi hoped for is reached.

Whenever Youying thought of Donghuang Taiyi, the supreme leader of the Yin-Yang School, a sense of oppression would well up in her heart. Those who had not experienced it firsthand could hardly understand the mental pressure she felt.

However, just now...

Her master, Han Feng, actually said he would help her return to the Yin-Yang School and aid her in taking revenge.

372. The Legend of the Nine Palaces of the Divine Capital

Although she had no deep-seated hatred for the Yin-Yang School.

However, Lord Han Feng was unaware of this. It was precisely because of this that he was able to utter such words without knowing the truth.

This made Youying feel the long-lost care and protection.

"It has been so many years since my elder brother and parents passed away one after another. I have not experienced this kind of emotion for a long time." Unconsciously, the tears in Youying's eyes slid down even more intensely.

With her proud and decisive personality, she slightly raised her head.

Gazing at Han Feng, who was wiping away her tears, the indescribable emotion in her eyes grew even more resolute.

“My lord, my sister and I actually have no deep-seated hatred with the Yin-Yang School, unlike the conflict with Shao Siming in the past.” You Ying looked at Han Feng and frankly stated this point.

She was unwilling to hastily antagonize the Yin-Yang School because of her own baseless hatred.

Especially the leader of the Yin-Yang School, Donghuang Taiyi.

"In the future, if Your Majesty can act with humility, it is best to do so as discreetly as possible."