Go and capture those thirty-six fierce villains.

How to turn cavalry into infantry?

No horse is fine.

—Qin Ning

The phantom of the blood wolf shattered the fire serpent.

The triangular-eyed chieftain brandished his long sword, and the thirty-three riders turned back halfway, distancing themselves from the tribesmen.

During this gap, the remaining twenty-two riders, in groups of eleven, lined up on the left and right, took off their short bows from their backs, and began to ride and shoot.

"They're going to charge; make your men retreat."

As Feng Hanying spoke, the toes of her white boots lightly touched the ground.

In front of those dilapidated and makeshift fortifications, a series of sloping earthen and stone walls rose up, their surface uneven and covered with sharp spikes.

"Protect"

"speed"

"force"

Several ancient characters formed from water mist quietly disappeared into her slender back. After a slight hesitation, Feng Hanying used water mist to form the characters "protect" and "speed," which she accurately injected into Qin Ning's body in the crowd.

Well, if he dies, no one will pay him back.

As the two ancient characters entered his body, a strange light flashed in Qin Ning's eyes. Aside from the protective character, the layer of mist that condensed on his body was visible to the naked eye; it adhered tightly to his skin without any noticeable obstruction, combining both defense and lightness.

And that "speed" character...

"I feel like I've lost more than half the weight."

Qin Ning even had the illusion that he could reach the low-lying clouds in the sky with just one jump.

"Even with such methods, they're not confident in dealing with a formation of 50 cavalrymen. No wonder this world is still ruled by a dynasty." He thought to himself, then took a step and disappeared into the cluster of felt tents.

After deflecting several arrows swirling with blood mist, Feng Hanying noticed Qin Ning retreating out of the corner of her eye and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

But for some reason, a faint sense of loss welled up in her heart.

"That's strange, I was the one who let him run away."

She muttered to herself, then turned her head and met the gaze of the burly old man. For some reason, he seemed somewhat aggrieved.

"Miss Feng, I hired you to help the Morigen tribe."

"so?"

"...Could you use those methods on some of the men in my unit as well?"

"The money you gave is not enough."

Feng Hanying resolutely refused. She had only agreed to help the other party delay for a quarter of an hour, not to save the lives of everyone in the tribe.

Even Feng Hanying couldn't do that.

Moreover, the method of combining literary energy with the power of the five elements is still quite taxing for her, who is only at the seventh rank.

Fifteen minutes later, she needed to save some energy to run away.

Fifteen zhang away, thirty-four mountain bandits unloaded their steeds from their gun hilts, lowered their bodies, and suddenly accelerated. Blood-red mist emanated from these soldiers, condensing into layers of misty blood armor on the horses' chests, eyes, and joints.

As the distance between the anti-sloping earthen wall and the mortar closed, a huge, blood-red wolf head phantom enveloped the thirty-four riders.

"Leave the one in the white robe; slaughter the rest!"

The triangular-eyed leader, positioned at the tip of the illusory wolf's nose, gazed at Feng Hanying with greed in his eyes. Such beauty was a thousand times better than the women in the brothels of the fortress.

Moreover, the other party is a seventh-grade cultivator!

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a surge of heat rising in his heart.

"Commander, the brothers haven't had their fill of cultivators yet. After you're done, could you...?"

One of the three men beside him had a lewd grin on his face.

"Damn it, you're so impatient! Get him under your thumb first!"

With a curse, the triangular-eyed man's blood-red wolf head phantom slammed into the continuous stretch of earth and rocks as he swung his long sword down.

"Boom!"

Stones flew everywhere, raising clouds of dust. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the twenty-odd mounted archers drew their bows and unleashed a barrage of arrows.

Casualties occurred on the spot in Morgen's unit.

The burly old man's eyes were bloodshot as he looked at his clansmen lying in pools of blood. His arm veins bulged as he swiftly drew the bowstring and fired arrow after arrow at the bandits.

The more soldiers the enemy loses, the longer they can delay.

In this way, the women and children in the clan would have a better chance of survival.

......

The dairy farming area is located on the east side of the Morgen region.

Buckets of milk, white with a hint of yellow, were poured into large black vats.

The air was filled with a mixture of milky and muttony smells, which made the cat sneeze involuntarily.

"Brother Qin, I've brought the cart over for you." Outside the tent, the young man Aman rushed in, panting heavily, with a fine layer of sweat on his forehead.

"Put all these buckets on, remember to hold your breath during the process, and make sure the lids are not opened." Qin Ning didn't turn her head and busied herself emptying the last few milk buckets of dairy products.

"Yes!" Ah Man, who had regained his ability to speak, answered loudly. He and the barefoot boy, each with two buckets, ran towards the outside of the tent.

He didn't know what the mysterious young man he had rescued was doing, but the man said he could reduce the number of deaths in the tribe, so he followed him.

"Ah Man, will what we're doing really drive away those bad guys?" Outside the tent, the barefoot boy whispered as he loaded the cart, "I just checked, these buckets are all empty."

"My mother said, 'If you employ someone, don't doubt them; if you don't trust someone, don't employ them.' I trust Brother Qin."

The barefoot boy fell silent.

Inside the large tent, Qin Ning sealed the plague gas into the last few empty barrels and sighed softly.

The time was too short. If these people had arrived more slowly, he could have stored up even more plague energy.

"But that should be enough." Having experienced the severity of the plague, Qin Ning was quite confident in his plan.

He had considered simply running away and avoiding getting involved in this mess.

On the one hand, the old man was quite kind; his life had been saved by two children from this tribe.

Secondly, Qin Ning always felt that his two legs couldn't outrun the other's four legs, so even if he did run, he would find a way to break the other's legs before running away.

Third, he didn't know the way to Blood Rain Fortress...

Four......

Carrying two "epidemic" buckets, Qin Ning, who was constantly finding reasons for herself, suddenly laughed and cursed.

"Damn it, I'm just too kind."

"Brother Qin, what did you say?" Ah Man, who was loading the truck, asked curiously.

"It's nothing, hurry up and get ready. The faster you go, the fewer people will die."

......

Outside the Morgen region, the battlefield.

The bandits lost three lives and four horses.

On the tribe's side, more than ten able-bodied men had already fallen. This was only because Feng Hanying, a seventh-rank official, had been constantly mediating the situation.

"I'm leaving." Feng Hanying swallowed a Qi-replenishing pill and flashed to the side of the burly old man who was shooting arrows from behind a felt tent.

"Yes, thank you." The old man thanked him with a bitter expression, his attention focused entirely on the arrow in his hand. This was the last arrow in his quiver.

The old man hoped the other party could delay a little longer, so that the children in the tribe would have a better chance of survival.

But he also understood that he had no right to make demands of the other party.

"Having known each other for so long, I'll give you one last gift before I leave. Best of luck to you both."

As Feng Hanying spoke, she took out a jade porcelain bottle and placed it on the miscellaneous items beside her. It contained a whole bottle of Qi-replenishing pills.

The next second, she appeared in the center of the cavalry, holding two longswords, one blue and one red, wielding water and fire, and gracefully wielding them.

Amidst the crimson mist, she resembled a bright, shining moon rising. When she stopped, her dark hair was disheveled and draped over her moon-white robe, making her both elegant and alluring.

Around Feng Hanying, five warhorses lay dead in pools of blood, their wounds streaked with ice and charred black. Also fallen were the five soldiers and bandits who had just been clamoring to capture her.

The cavalry briefly fell into disarray, and the triangular-eyed leader roared, "You bitch, you dare to come here willingly? Take her down, just leave her alive!"

Dozens of lances crashed down at the same time.

Feng Hanying dodged by relying on the horse's corpse, slightly out of breath. Beads of sweat slid down her snow-white neck, disappearing into the depths of her moon-white robe.

Clearly, that method had taken a huge toll on him.

Even though she was surrounded by enemies, she remained calm. With disdain and contempt in her eyes, she said coldly, "When I return to Beian City, I will find out which garrison you belong to."

After speaking, Feng Hanying released the water and fire swords in her hands, and an earthy yellow light appeared on her body, especially on her long legs.

A practitioner of the Miscellaneous School, Rank Seven, Five Elements, can wield the power of the Five Elements to defend against enemies and also to escape thousands of miles away.

Of course, "a thousand miles" is a figurative number.

Those at the seventh rank who can escape fifty or sixty miles are considered among the best.

However, the moment Feng Hanying's earth element power connected with the ground beneath her feet, a complex array of patterns appeared on the surface, shattering the earth-yellow light.

"Hahahaha, everyone knows you're a seventh-rank miscellaneous expert, how could I not be on guard?" The man with the triangular eyes let out a strange laugh, and smugly reached into his robes and pulled out a small, blood-red flag without any embroidery.

Looking at the intricate array patterns on the ground, and then at the small flag in the other person's hand, an unbelievable thought popped into Feng Hanying's mind... Yin-Yang Array Flag!?

How could a group of bandits possibly possess Yin-Yang formation flags?

A mere seventh-rank officer could not obtain such a military-grade product of the Great Xia Dynasty, which could only be produced through the combined efforts of the military, ink, and yin-yang schools.

"Who exactly are you people?" The water and fire swords coalesced once more, Feng Hanying's expression turning icy.

"Want to know? I'll tell you if you serve me and my brothers well, hahaha." The man with the triangular eyes grinned wickedly, brandished his long sword, and spurred his horse toward Feng Hanying.

Not far away, the burly old man noticed his ally's unusual behavior, fired his last arrow, and charged out with his longsword, but he was forced back by the blood-red arrow after only a few steps.

In the center of the rebel army, a moon-white robe fluttered. With the Yin-Yang array flags present, her escape technique was rendered useless.

The range of these array flags is at least several miles, designed to prevent high-level cultivators from penetrating deep into the army and taking heads from among thousands of soldiers.

"Tear!"

Under the siege, Feng Hanying was quickly injured. Her robe on her left arm was torn by the sword energy, and blood stained the brocade.

"I'm going to die? Die at the hands of someone like this? I'm only 21 years old. I don't even know if my master will be sad after I die... She definitely will be. She loves me so much."

As death approached, Feng Hanying inevitably had many distracting thoughts. As she thought about them, Qin Ning's face flashed through her mind: "How can someone be so good-looking... He hasn't paid me back yet."

Having narrowly dodged a falling spear, Feng Hanying suddenly felt a little dazed... Strange, am I hallucinating?

No, it really is that doctor!

Not far away, Qin Ning stood beside a cart full of "epidemic" barrels. With a blink of an eye, he aimed at the back of the triangular-eyed man's head and smashed the "epidemic" barrel in his hand.

The sound of wind whistling past his ear caused the bandit leader to instinctively swing his sword, shattering the "plague" barrel.

"What is it? Empty?"

Qin Ning didn't have much plague energy in his body, and he was also afraid that the other party would notice something amiss and take precautions. Therefore, the plague energy in each bucket was not concentrated enough to appear purplish-black.

After chopping down several more barrels, the triangular-eyed man who had been surrounding Feng Hanying noticed Qin Ning by the cart. His fierce expression changed from anger to joy, and he said excitedly.

"Someone, capture that brat! With his looks, he's sure to win the young master's favor!"

When the voice reached Qin Ning's ears, a chill ran down his spine... Sure enough, there are always people who don't like to follow the right path.

"Tanuki, go help first, be careful."

Seeing a bandit wielding a spear approaching, Qin Ning stopped what he was doing and gave a soft command.

The little black cat was unaffected by the plague and was quite agile. Although his physical abilities had improved somewhat, he didn't believe he could move freely among dozens of riders without using Taoist techniques.

"Meow."

The person and the cat separated.

A dozen or so breaths later, Qin Ning, looking somewhat disheveled, reappeared beside the cart and continued to tossing the "epidemic" bucket.

The bandit has disappeared without a trace.

"Um?"

He smashed an empty barrel that was thrown at him, his triangular eyes showing surprise: "I underestimated you. Go, five men, capture him alive."

Five bandits wielding halberds attacked, and Qin Ning's figure disappeared once again into the cluster of felt tents.

This time, several dozen breaths passed.

Qin Ning was even more disheveled, but still appeared unharmed beside the cart and smashed out the remaining "epidemic" barrels.

The five bandits have also disappeared without a trace.

"Um!?"

After losing six people in succession, the man with the triangular eyes sensed something was wrong.

He glanced at Feng Hanying, who was barely clinging to life in the arena, and the black cat that had suddenly appeared. After a moment's hesitation, he turned his horse around and led ten men to pounce on Qin Ning.

Meanwhile, the twenty-odd mounted archers of the guerrilla force began to converge on Feng Hanying's battle group.

"Tsk, he's got a brain." Seeing that the other party had stopped doing the Calabash Brothers saving their grandfather's actions, Qin Ning felt a little regretful. He changed his disheveled expression and fixed his gaze on the mounts under the soldiers.

The horses' vital areas were covered with mist armor, but their mouths and noses were unprotected.

"Almost sixty breaths have passed, and you still haven't collapsed?"

The thought had barely formed when the triangular-eyed man's mount, which was charging towards him, stumbled, fell to one knee, and nearly threw him off.

The other horses showed similar symptoms. The most severely affected fell heavily to the ground, foaming at the mouth.

"it works."

Qin Ning's biggest worry was that the plague would be dispelled by the blood-red mist surrounding these soldiers, which would be a complete disaster.

Now, the worry has disappeared.

Taking advantage of this unexpected turn of events, he, empowered by the word "speed," slipped through the yurts and circled around to Feng Hanying's side, who had successfully escaped.

"Cough cough... Why are you back again...?"

Pfft!

Ignoring the other party, Qin Ning inserted a silver needle into Feng Hanying's bare neck, quickly drawing out the plague energy tainted in her body.

A moment later, he looked at the other person, whose mouth was slightly open and whose expression was blank.

"What did you just say?"

Feng Hanying glanced at the silver needles on her shoulder, then at Qin Ning. Who pricks someone with needles the moment they meet... But to be honest, she did feel much better after the needles were inserted.

"You poisoned them?"

"clever."

"What do we do next?" Feng Hanying asked.

"From cavalry to infantry, the rest is naturally up to you. I'm just a healer," Qin Ning said without batting an eye.

Feng Hanying was silent for a moment: "...These people must all be kept here. They are carrying Yin-Yang Array Flags. If any of them survive, the person behind them will definitely come looking for them."

Yin-Yang array flags... what are those?

A look of bewilderment flashed across Qin Ning's eyes. The information that the Dao Master had left him was too general and basic. He didn't know if it was intentional or if he was afraid that he would not be able to handle too much information at once.

"...So, even if we can escape now, if we don't kill all these bandits, someone might come looking for us and kill us later?"

"Um."

"Meow."