Film and Television Daqing: Starting with the Heaven-Covering Technique and the Devouring Demon Art

People began to take to the streets again, shops gradually reopened, and bursts of noise filled the streets and alleys.

Although the capital city has not yet returned to its former prosperity, it is much better than it was yesterday.

Fan Xian's carriage slowly traveled along the street, heading towards the Northern Qi imperial palace.

The people along the way cast fierce glances at him, clearly already knowing the purpose of the Southern Qing envoy's visit.

Fan Xian sat quietly inside the carriage, but his thoughts had already drifted to the Northern Qi imperial palace.

Just then, someone suddenly stopped Fan Xian's carriage.

A tall, fierce-looking warrior from Northern Qi stood before the carriage, his eyes wide with rage, brandishing a large sword and roaring at Fan Xian's carriage:

"Nanqing dog, come out and fight me one-on-one if you dare!"

His voice, like thunder, resounded throughout the street, attracting the attention of many people.

Upon hearing this, a cold glint flashed in Fan Xian's eyes.

A surge of intense anger welled up within him; how dare they humiliate Nanqing in public!

So he directly ordered Gao Da outside the carriage: "Kill! Anyone who dares to humiliate our Nanqing, no matter who it is, kill them!"

Gao Da and his men already harbored resentment towards the people of Northern Qi. Now, upon receiving Fan Xian's order, they immediately and without hesitation drew their swords.

Gao Da and his group acted swiftly and decisively, rushing towards the barking Northern Qi warrior at top speed.

The longswords in their hands gleamed with a cold light, carrying a sharp sword aura, as they fiercely thrust towards the Northern Qi warrior.

The Northern Qi warrior was horrified when he saw this. He had not expected that these Southern Qing envoys would be so ruthless, that "533" would dare to kill people openly in the capital.

With a splattering sound, blood splattered everywhere!

Gao Da acted with lightning speed, wielding his longsword and decapitating a Northern Qi warrior.

The Northern Qi warrior didn't even have time to scream before he collapsed into a pool of blood.

However, the Northern Qi warriors around them were not terrified by the tragic death of their companion; on the contrary, they were thoroughly enraged.

One of the Northern Qi warriors, his eyes wide with rage and his face contorted in a ferocious grimace, roared:

"Kill them! These Southern Qing dogs dare to run wild in the capital! We absolutely cannot let them get away with this!"

With his roar, dozens of Northern Qi warriors immediately appeared around him.

Wielding sharp blades and with fierce expressions, they surged towards Gao Da and his companions like a surging tide.

Despite being surrounded by warriors from Northern Qi, Gao Da and the other nine showed no fear.

They dismounted from their horses, weapons in hand, and charged at the enemy without flinching.

In an instant, swords flashed and the sound of metal clashing resounded through the sky.

The two sides engaged in a fierce battle, with sparks and clanging sounds erupting with every clash of swords.

The warriors of Northern Qi launched a fierce attack, aiming to eliminate Gao Da and his companions in one fell swoop; while Gao Da and his men fought back against the enemy with their superb martial arts and fearless courage.

In this life-or-death struggle, no one dares to be careless.

Every move is a deadly threat; a slight misstep could lead to certain death.

After a fierce battle that lasted only a short while, the nine of them swept away all the warriors who attacked them like autumn leaves in the wind.

Just then, Fan Xian lifted the carriage curtain and stepped out unhurriedly.

His gaze, sharp as a hawk's, swept over the surrounding people of Northern Qi.

Immediately afterwards, he shouted loudly without fear:

"Is there anyone who isn't afraid of death? If you have the guts, step forward instead of hiding!"

If you don't have the guts, then get out of here! A bunch of useless trash!

Upon hearing these insulting words, the people of Northern Qi around them were instantly enraged and glared angrily at Fan Xian.

Their eyes were filled with murderous intent, as if they wished they could devour Fan Xian alive.

However, the warriors of Northern Qi dared not make a move easily.

They noticed that the nine people who came with Fan Xian were all experts at the eighth rank.

For them, with their strength at the fourth, fifth, or sixth rank, to fight against this would undoubtedly be like throwing an egg against a rock, a path to certain death.

Fan Xian stood there quietly, and after a dozen or so breaths, no one dared to step forward and provoke him.

A contemptuous smile appeared on his face. He glanced around again and then said dismissively:

"What a bunch of useless trash!"

Faced with such an insult, they didn't even have the courage to fight back.

You should hurry home and have a baby!

I hope the next generation of your Northern Qi will be stronger than you, and not as weak and incompetent as you are now!

After saying that, he turned around and went back to the carriage with a slight upturn of his lips, a hint of mockery and disdain on his face.

Fan Xian entered the carriage and addressed the outside again:

"Keep moving forward, and kill anyone who tries to stop you!"

His voice was cold and firm, carrying an unquestionable authority.

Upon hearing Fan Xian's murderous words, the people of the surrounding Northern Qi Kingdom all showed expressions of fear and unconsciously took a few steps back.

Upon seeing this, Gao Da and the others raised the corners of their mouths slightly, revealing a disdainful smile.

They seemed to be used to this scene and continued driving the carriage forward without hesitation.

Clang, clang!

The sound of the wheels rolling was crisp and powerful. Fan Xian's carriage quickly passed through the main road of Northern Qi and headed towards the Northern Qi palace.

Before long, the carriage arrived at the gate of the Northern Qi imperial palace.

Wang Qinian, standing outside the carriage, spoke softly to Fan Xian inside:

"Young Master Fan, we have arrived."

After listening to this, Fan Xian slowly lifted the carriage curtain and stepped out.

He stood tall and composed, but his eyes revealed a faint indifference.

At this moment, Jiang Che, the commander of the Northern Qi Imperial Guard, stood in front of the palace gate, looking at Fan Xian with a gloomy face, and said coldly:

"Envoy Fan is truly impressive!"

His tone was full of dissatisfaction and anger, clearly indicating that he was very unhappy with Fan Xian's behavior.

Fan Xian looked at the furious Jiang Che, a slight smile playing on his lips, a hint of contempt flashing in his eyes.

He didn't care about Jiang Che's anger; instead, he found him somewhat ridiculous.

So he waved his hand and said in a relaxed tone:

"Not at all, it's just that the warriors of your Northern Qi Kingdom are really too trashy."

Upon hearing Fan Xian's words, Jiang Che's anger intensified, and he gripped the sword hilt even tighter, his veins bulging.

However, he knew that he represented the imperial court and bore an important mission, so he could not easily take action against Fan Xian and others.

Despite being filled with resentment and unwillingness, he ultimately suppressed the urge to draw his sword and responded through gritted teeth:

"I hope that Ambassador Fan will continue to remain so humble."

Fan Xian completely ignored Jiang Che's words. He smiled disdainfully and said sarcastically:

Whether or not one is humble is not something that Commander Jiang can control.

"Now, we request Commander Jiang to lead the way and guide us to meet His Majesty the Emperor of Northern Qi."

Faced with Fan Xian's provocation, Jiang Che had no choice but to swallow his anger and lead Fan Xian and his entourage into the Northern Qi palace.

Throughout the journey, Jiang Che remained gloomy and silent, while Fan Xian wore a smile, looking confident of victory.

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The Chaotian Hall of the Northern Qi Dynasty was now filled with civil and military officials.

The crowd stood solemnly, their posture upright, like towering pine trees, exuding dignity and composure.

Zhan Doudou, dressed in a magnificent dragon robe and wearing an exquisite crown, sat dignifiedly on the dragon throne. Her eyes were deep and majestic, exuding an aura of inviolability.

Haitang Duoduo, the holy maiden of Northern Qi, wore a long red robe that fluttered in the wind.

She stood quietly to Zhan Doudou's right, like an iceberg, exuding a cold aura that made people hesitant to approach her.

Below that, at the head of the table, was a phoenix chair, where the Empress Dowager of Northern Qi sat.

She wore a magnificent phoenix robe and a phoenix crown, her makeup was exquisite, and her demeanor was elegant and noble.

She turned her head slightly, met Zhan Doudou's gaze, and a hint of relief flashed in her eyes.

Just then, a loud voice, like a great bell, echoed from outside the door, reverberating throughout the Chaotian Hall:

"The envoy from Nanqing has arrived."

The sound exploded like thunder in the hall, causing an uproar.