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The night at the Xiqi front was pitch black, so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. The wind whipped at your face like knives. The Shang army camp was located at the exit of the canyon, and torches crackled and popped in the camp.

Deng Chanyu rode a black horse, patrolling the perimeter of the camp with a dozen or so personal guards. Today, she wore light silver armor and carried two short swords. These past few days, there had been constant strife from Xiqi. After Nangong Shi's defeat, the other side changed tactics, sending strange people to the camp area daily to steal and commit petty theft. Deng Chanyu was seething with anger; she had a fiery temper and detested such underhanded methods.

"Everyone, be alert and keep your eyes peeled. If you see anything suspicious, shoot immediately without asking for permission!" Deng Chanyu instructed her personal guards behind her.

The guards responded in unison and gripped their spears tightly.

Just then, the ground in front of Deng Chanyu suddenly sank down. A small pit appeared without warning. The guard at the front, along with his horse, fell straight into it, letting out a scream.

"Be on guard!" Deng Chanyu shouted, pulling hard on the reins. The black horse reared up and stopped at the edge of the pit.

The guards quickly gathered around and raised their torches to shine down. The pit wasn't deep, but it was pitch black inside, and they couldn't see anything.

Suddenly, an extremely lewd laugh came from underground. "Hehehe, there are actually such pretty young ladies in the Shang army camp. It's so miserable to be out in the cold wind in the middle of the night. Why don't you come back to Xiqi with me? I'll guarantee you'll eat and drink well every day, and someone will even warm your bed at night."

The sound was sharp and piercing, giving people goosebumps.

Deng Chanyu's eyebrows shot up, and her anger flared instantly. She roared, "Where did this shameless scoundrel come from! What kind of skill is it to hide underground and launch sneak attacks? If you have the guts, come out and let's fight one-on-one!"

"Wow, quite the temper, I like it!" The voice from underground grew closer.

Immediately afterward, three steps in front of Deng Chanyu's horse, the soil churned up. A figure less than three feet tall emerged from the ground.

Deng Chanyu stared intently and nearly vomited. The man looked like a sentient potato, with a large head and a small body, his eyes darting around, and eye boogers at the corners. He wore an earth-yellow Taoist robe, with a gleaming golden rope tied around his waist. This man was none other than Tu Xingsun, a direct disciple of Ju Liusun.

Tu Xingsun's thieving eyes darted back and forth over Deng Chanyu, his mouth practically watering. He thought to himself, "Master was right, this world down the mountain is wonderful. This little vixen is really something, with a great figure, a million times better than those female monkeys on Kunlun Mountain. I'm going to take her back as my wife today, no matter what."

"Young lady, don't be angry. My name is Tu Xingsun, and I am the personal disciple of Ju Liusun, one of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect. If you follow me, you will be a divine couple. Isn't that better than spending your days in this mortal army camp?" Tu Xingsun rubbed his hands together and took two steps forward.

Deng Chanyu laughed in exasperation. She had seen shameless people before, but never anyone this shameless. With looks like that, a match made in heaven?

"Bah! You ugly freak, why don't you take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror? How dare you cause trouble in my Great Shang army camp? Today, I'll send you to the Western Paradise!"

Deng Chanyu spurred the horse's belly, and the black horse neighed loudly, charging directly at Tu Xingsun. At the same time, the twin blades in Deng Chanyu's hands transformed into two cold streaks of light, aiming straight for Tu Xingsun's head.

Tu Xingsun remained completely unfazed. Just as the horse's hooves were about to stomp on his face, he suddenly ducked down. With a "whoosh," he burrowed into the ground like an eel, leaving not a trace behind.

Deng Chanyu's sword strike missed its mark, and the black horse's hooves slammed heavily into the ground, creating a shallow crater.

"Where is everyone?" Deng Chanyu looked around.

"Young lady, I'm here!" Tu Xingsun's voice suddenly came from under Deng Chanyu's horse.

Deng Chanyu was startled and quickly lowered her head. She saw Tu Xingsun poke half his body out of the soil under the horse's belly and reach out to touch Deng Chanyu's ankle.

"You're asking for death!" Deng Chanyu reacted extremely quickly, kicking the stirrup and using the force to leap into the air, doing a somersault in mid-air before landing steadily on the ground a dozen feet away.

As soon as she landed, the black horse let out a mournful whinny. Tu Xingsun, failing to catch Deng Chanyu, punched the horse's leg instead. The horse's leg bone broke instantly, and it collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Deng Chanyu gritted her teeth in heartache. This horse had been with her for several years.

"You bastard! I'll kill you!" Deng Chanyu brandished her twin swords and charged forward.

Tu Xingsun, relying on his earth-moving technique, never engaged Deng Chanyu in direct combat. He would pop up from the left one moment and emerge from the right the next, muttering obscenely, "Oh, young lady, your swordsmanship is quite good. It's just that you're a bit weak. You twist your waist so beautifully, show me a couple more times."

Deng Chanyu was so angry she could hardly breathe. She slashed at him more than a dozen times, but couldn't even touch the hem of Tu Xingsun's clothes. Tu Xingsun moved through the soil at incredible speed, more smoothly than a fish swimming in water.

Several guards tried to come up and help, but Tu Xingsun casually tampered with the ground, causing the ground to shake and they all fell face-first into the mud.

Deng Chanyu knew she couldn't defeat him in close combat. She took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down. She sheathed her twin swords at her waist and reached into her cloth bag. There lay her trump card—the Five-Colored Stone.

Seeing that Deng Chanyu had sheathed her sword, Tu Xingsun assumed she had given up. He emerged halfway out from about ten paces to Deng Chanyu's left, and said smugly, "What, you're not fighting anymore? Have you changed your mind and are planning to come back with me?"

Deng Chanyu remained silent, her eyes fixed on Tu Xingsun. Her mind raced, calculating the patterns of Tu Xingsun's burrowing.

"Silence means consent. Come here, let your husband give you a hug." Tu Xingsun grinned, preparing to fully emerge from the ground.

The moment his shoulder broke the surface, Deng Chanyu moved.

She suddenly raised her hand. A stone shimmering with multicolored light, accompanied by a piercing whistling sound, hurtled directly towards Tu Xingsun's face.

These five-colored stones were extremely fast, and Deng Chanyu's accuracy in throwing stones was renowned throughout the entire Shang Dynasty.

Tu Xingsun didn't even realize what was happening. He was too busy looking at Deng Chanyu's face.

"Snap!" A crisp sound.

The five-colored stone landed squarely on Tu Xingsun's nose.

"Agh—!" Tu Xingsun let out a pig-like scream. He covered his face with his hands, leaned back, and almost fell back into the pit.

Blood trickled down between his fingers. His nose was knocked crooked, and his entire face swelled up visibly, looking like a steamed bun.

Seeing that she had hit the target, Deng Chanyu was overjoyed. She then took out two more five-colored stones, ready to finish off this disgusting fellow.

Tu Xingsun was truly enraged this time. Although he was looked down upon by his fellow disciples for his ugliness throughout his life on Kunlun Mountain, he had never suffered such a humiliation. Now, having been beaten into a pig's head by a mortal woman, he felt he had completely lost face.

"You bitch! You don't appreciate my kindness! I'll tie you up and take you back today!" Tu Xingsun released his grip, revealing a face covered in bruises, and roared angrily.

He reached down and pulled the gleaming golden Immortal Binding Rope from his waist.

This Immortal Rope is Ju Liusun's signature treasure. Once it's unleashed, anything below the Great Luo Golden Immortal level is practically guaranteed to be killed.

Tu Xingsun chanted a spell, and the Immortal Binding Rope in his hand transformed into a long golden dragon, flying towards Deng Chanyu.

Upon seeing the golden light, Deng Chanyu knew it was no ordinary object. She quickly dodged to the side, simultaneously throwing the five-colored stone in her hand with all her might, trying to knock the golden light away.

The five-colored stone struck the Immortal Binding Rope, but didn't even produce a spark before being bounced away.

As if it had eyes, the Immortal Binding Rope made a turn in mid-air and held on tightly to Deng Chanyu.

Deng Chanyu had just finished a fierce battle, and her strength was almost completely depleted. Now, being chased all over the field by the Immortal-Binding Rope, her steps grew heavier and heavier. A wave of despair washed over her; was she really going to fall into the hands of this ugly monster today?

"Run! Keep running! Once this rope is tied tight, let's see how you run then!" Tu Xingsun stood still, covering his swollen face, and laughed arrogantly.

The golden light drew closer, and Deng Chanyu tripped and fell to the ground. The Immortal Binding Rope instantly reached her head, about to fall and tie her up.