Film & TV: Public Enemy of Justice

They were acting on the orders of the Witch King, who was overjoyed to learn that his and his deceased wife's child was still alive.

He even wished he could come and see his daughter in person.

However, the Witch King was, after all, the ruler of a country, so he sent his two most trusted guards, Tang Niu Xiaobao and Anu, to do this for him.

"So what if I stole your horse? Anu, you need to change your temper. Don't scare people when you see your master with your brash manner." The man in the long robe said, arms crossed and head tilted. At this moment, the "handsome boy" was still glaring angrily in the direction the ruffian had fled.

"Alright, alright, I know! I just can't stand this! Let's go, get down to business, I don't want to listen to your lectures, if I don't want to change, I won't change!" It turns out that Anu wasn't a "handsome young man" at all, but just a tough girl with sharp edges.

Anu and Tang Niu Xiaobao, dressed in long robes, arrived at the tavern outside Lin Family Fort. They ordered a small dish of food, and Tang Niu Xiaobao sat down at the largest bronze table in front of the wooden stage. Anu followed suit.

The shopkeeper, who was standing some distance away, witnessed this scene.

So the shopkeeper quickly ran over and said, "Oh, gentlemen, this is unacceptable, this is unacceptable!"

The shopkeeper was so frightened that he threw down his abacus. The reason he was so afraid was that the bronze table belonged to the eldest daughter of the Lin family. Everyone here knew that the eldest daughter of the Lin family was notoriously difficult to deal with, and these two were obviously from out of town.

"Huh? What, there's a table I can't sit at? Even if it's a broken brass table, or even a gold table, I'm sitting here!" Anu said, cracking her riding whip behind her back. The shopkeeper, a seasoned veteran, could tell this woman wasn't easy to handle, so he quickly gave the waiter a look and returned to the counter to continue calculating the bill. The waiter soon ran outside the Lin family residence and recounted everything that had happened to the Lin family's steward.

"How dare you! No one has ever dared to touch my things. Today is such a nice day, I'll just stretch my muscles a bit." Lin Yueru, the eldest daughter of the Lin family, tilted her head and stretched her wrists before storming out of the Lin family home.

Meanwhile, Anu and Tang Niu Xiaobao were chatting and laughing in the tavern, but Anu, the troublemaker, was thinking about the Miss Lin that the tavern owner said was not to be trifled with, because she hated rich heiresses like this the most.

With a clang, the tavern door was kicked open, and there stood Lin Yueru. With a forward somersault, Yueru leaped onto the wooden stage, drew her longsword, and pointed its cold blade at Anu on the bronze table.

Anu glanced at her sideways, secretly pleased with herself, "Just this little brat, sigh... damn it, I really overestimated her." She then continued drinking with Tang Niu Xiaobao, while Tang Gui Xiao...

Bao smiled without saying a word, but in reality, he understood everything about the two of them.

Seeing that Anu ignored her, Miss Lin became even angrier. She gripped her sword hilt so tightly that smoke was rising from it. Without thinking, she swung her sword with a burst of blue light. Of course, Anu was no ordinary person either. She easily dodged the swords without moving her chair. Tang Niu Xiaobao, who was standing to the side, hurriedly tried to mediate, but Lin Yueru unexpectedly slapped him and pushed him to the side of the table.

"Young Miss, this time... it's my turn, isn't it?" Anu smiled veiledly, then suddenly slammed her hand on the table and stood up, pulling a paper fan from her pocket. A streak of red light flew out. The fan spun back behind Lin Yueru, leaving a thin trail of blood on her face.

"Not bad, you've got some skills. I'll have some fun with you today!" Lin Yueru wiped the blood from her wound, threw down her sword, and dodged behind Anu with a sidestep, delivering a punch. Anu tried to catch the punch with her own strength, but the force was too much, and she fell backward.

Anu didn't dare underestimate this shrew. She took off her cloak and threw it at Lin Yueru. Yueru turned around and cleaved the cloak in two consecutive 893 palm strikes, leaving fragments on the ground, but Anu was nowhere to be seen.

Anu flipped and flew out of the teahouse. Lin Yueru hurriedly chased after her. Just as she flew out of the window, a flying kick came straight at her. She quickly caught it with both hands and twisted it downwards to avoid the kick.

After landing, the two exchanged blows, neither gaining the upper hand. Seeing this, Anu gathered her magical power and unleashed a strange martial art, instantly sending purple light flying and rocks scattering everywhere.

This set of events caused Miss Lin a lot of trouble. She was beaten and left lying next to the meat stall, looking completely disheveled. The scene attracted a crowd of onlookers.

Seeing that Zhao Ling'er was listless and had nothing to do, Lin Yaoxie forcibly pulled her over. Tang Niu Xiaobao, who was standing upstairs, suddenly spotted Zhao Ling'er in the crowd, then turned around with a look of surprise and went downstairs to find her.

"Who are you?" Tang Niu Xiaobao asked anxiously.

"Who she is has nothing to do with you?" Lin Yaoxie sized him up.

Tang Niu Xiaobao burst into laughter, "Found it!"

Although Tang Niu Xiaobao and Anu had never met Zhao Ling'er, the noble air of the descendant of Nuwa and the royal aura of the daughter of the Witch King were evident from their very bones.

Therefore, Tang Gui Xiaobao was quite certain that the woman in front of him was the young master they were looking for. However, Zhao Ling'er's eyes were full of hostility when she looked at him.

Chapter Ten: A Tragic Song of Military Life

Tang Niu Xiaobao was very puzzled as to why Zhao Ling'er was so hostile towards him, so he asked first.

"I was sent by the Witch King to greet you, why do you treat me so coldly?"

Zhao Ling'er scoffed, "Greetings? Are they greetings from hell? Do you know that three members of the Moon Worship Cult went to great lengths to assassinate me? My grandmother also died at the hands of these Moon Worship Cult members."

Speaking of this, recalling how her maternal grandmother was killed by the Moon Worshipers while protecting her, she felt a surge of anger, and her delicate face turned bright red with rage.

Tang Gui Xiaobao was shocked and said, "I came to visit you secretly because the Witch King misses you so much. No one else knows about this, let alone ordinary Moon Worshippers!" Zhao Ling'er also sensed something was amiss upon hearing this. Tang Gui Xiaobao said...

“These three Moon Worshippers couldn’t have been acting on orders from the Witch King, because the Witch King would have no reason to do something so contradictory; it could only have been their own private action.”

"But I don't know those three Moon Worshippers, let alone have any grudge against them that would make them want to kill me," Zhao Ling'er asked, puzzled.

"Then there's another possibility: these three cult members were ordered by someone else to assassinate you," Tang Niu Xiaobao analyzed.

"But besides the Witch King, who else has the authority to mobilize the Moon Worship Cult?" Zhao Ling'er asked hurriedly.

"Yes, besides the Witch King, there is only one other person who can mobilize the Moon Worship Cult. That person is the Grand Preceptor, Moon Worship. Although the Moon Worship Cult serves the Witch King, they are also directly under their own leader, the Grand Preceptor, Moon Worship."

“That’s mine…” Zhao Ling’er said in horror.

“That’s right, that’s your mother’s killer,” Tang Niu Xiaobao calmly analyzed.

It seems that after killing Zhao Ling'er's mother, Bai Yue had no intention of letting Zhao Ling'er go, but rather planned to eliminate her completely. After this misunderstanding was cleared up, the two were no longer as hostile as before, but instead reconciled.

Meanwhile, in the southern border region, Baiyue was puzzled and surprised to learn that all the followers she had sent to assassinate Zhao Ling'er had perished. She wondered how Zhao Ling'er and her grandmother could have been able to withstand the elite members of her Baiyue Cult.

But he also had another plan in mind: to incite hatred between the Witch King and Zhao Ling'er, and then secretly send someone to assassinate Zhao Ling'er. This time, he would not allow any failure!

The next day, Baiyue went to court to pay homage to the Witch King.

"Your Majesty, how have you been? Are you in good health?" Bai Yue asked with a fawning expression.

Looking at Baiyue, who was respectfully bowing to the emperor in the court, the Witch King was very satisfied. On the one hand, Baiyue was his capable assistant who helped him handle many important national affairs; on the other hand, Baiyue was absolutely subservient to his authority.

He always said he would worship the moon once and never twice, which is why I dared to entrust him with important state affairs.

"Hmm, what do you wish to report to the Grand Preceptor today?" the Witch King asked kindly.

"It is like this, Your Majesty knows of your love for Zhao Ling'er, so I sent three followers of Baiyue to Xianling Island to protect Zhao Ling'er's safety, but..." Baiyue looked troubled.

"Please feel free to speak."

"However, Zhao Ling'er, together with the fairies on Immortal Spirit Island, beat three of my Moon Worship Cult members to death, turning their bodies to ashes!"

"Oh!" The Witch King was greatly shocked. He had not expected Zhao Ling'er to hate him so deeply, and a sense of unease welled up in his heart.

Seeing the Witch King's furrowed brows, Bai Yue was secretly delighted and said, "Your Majesty, we will not interfere in this matter."

"Hmm, you may leave." The Witch King was annoyed and had no intention of holding court, so he dismissed Baiyue.

After Bai Yue left, he sent people to closely monitor the Witch King's movements, and also dispatched assassins to kill Zhao Ling'er. Bai Yue was quite satisfied with everything at the moment.

Suddenly, someone came to report: "Reporting to the Imperial Preceptor, there has been a rebellion in a region of the southern border!"

What is the reason for this?

"Grand Preceptor, it's because you forcibly abducted a woman from a tribe in the southern border region last time, which aroused the dissatisfaction of the tribes. The tribes united and requested the Witch King to remove you from your position as Grand Preceptor."

"They're practically courting death. Suppress this news, and just tell the higher-ups that a group from the Southern Frontier is causing trouble and is dissatisfied with the Witch King. I'm leading troops to quell the rebellion," Bai Yue said contemptuously.

"Grand Preceptor, I've heard that the various tribes have selected twelve battle-hardened warriors, leading tens of thousands of people from the southern border to march here, saying they intend to remonstrate until you abdicate," his subordinate reminded him.

"Then let them all die," Bai Yue said calmly.

"Yes, sir," the subordinate replied and left.

Baiyue led a large number of soldiers and followers of Baiyue to the capital, only saying that he was quelling a rebellion, without mentioning that he was being asked to abdicate. Because the Witch King was concerned about Zhao Ling'er, he entrusted the matter to Baiyue.

Outside the city gates, tens of thousands of warriors from various tribes gathered, all to plead for the Grand Preceptor to abdicate.

It turns out that after Baiyue became the national advisor, the Southern Frontier suffered from exorbitant taxes and levies, as well as natural and man-made disasters. This abduction of a woman was just a trigger that ignited the long-suppressed anger in the hearts of the people of the Southern Frontier.

As the war drums sounded and the yellow sand filled the ground, the two armies faced each other. The bleak wind blew against the thin clothes of the warriors from the various tribes in the southern border, creating a stark contrast with the heavily armored imperial army on the other side.

“Go back,” was the advice given to them by the opposing imperial army. Who would willingly turn against their own people and kill each other on the battlefield?

"No, we came here carrying the hopes of our tribe. We will not back down until those hopes are fulfilled!" The wind blinded the soldiers, preventing them from seeing whether their brothers on the other side were in tears.

No one fails to cherish their own life, but when something more important than life comes along, life demonstrates a higher value.

"Kill!" Bai Yue said succinctly.

The subordinates looked at each other with disapproval.

"Those who disobey will have their rear guard executed, and those in front will be executed without mercy! Any member of the Moon Worship Cult who deserts during battle will be executed on the spot!"

The officers and soldiers gripped their weapons tightly, but they could not advance an inch.

Because on the opposing side, there might be his elderly father, his uncle, his nephew, or his own relatives!

Bai Yue Leng (Qian Nuohao) coldly stared at her subordinates when suddenly, a song came from the opposite formation:

My brothers and sisters, my fellow disciples, let us all look forward. This fertile land of the Southern Frontier has nurtured you, me, and him.

For this, we fight tirelessly, undaunted by towering mountains and treacherous obstacles, and undeterred by the vastness of the deep sea.

Our path is one of unwavering determination...

This was made by the first unified tribal king of the Southern Frontier, and it served as a military song for the unification of the Southern Frontier.

Gradually, some of the soldiers on Baiyue's side also started humming along with the enemy:

We follow in the footsteps of our ancestors; the same mark flows in our blood. Our sacrifice today is for the future of our descendants, for the dawn of our tribe.

A soldier facing battle burst into tears. This was the first and last song his father had taught him.

Because after he taught this song, his father went to the battlefield the next day and never returned.

Chapter Eleven: The Hero Passes Away

Gradually, all the soldiers on both sides laid down their weapons and began to wail loudly on the battlefield, which was besieged on all sides.

However, Baiyue will never understand this kind of tragic grandeur.

Because he had no humanity in his bones, he simply looked coldly at everything below and then ordered them all to be killed!

Twelve battle-hardened warriors stepped forward!

These twelve individuals are truly the pride of southern Xinjiang, extremely rare.

The first is incredibly strong; the second can extend and retract his body parts at will; the third has hair that can grow freely and is extremely resilient; the fourth can breathe fire; the fifth can breathe ice; the sixth is indestructible; the seventh has the ability to read minds and can see what his opponents are thinking; the eighth has superb swordsmanship and is known as the "Southern Frontier Sword Immortal".

The ninth person possesses the magical artifact "Creation Divine Bell," capable of stunning opponents; the tenth person has a raptor that feeds on humans; the eleventh person can become invisible; and the twelfth person wields a banner that can inspire teammates.

Double the ability of your teammates.

Back then, the northern frontier launched a major invasion of the southern frontier, culminating in a decisive battle at Phoenix Valley.

Twelve warriors guarded the pass, repelling the northern army's attacks time and again, killing countless enemies, and finally forcing them to retreat, never daring to invade again for ten years.

Now, for the sake of the tribe, these 893 twelve people once again stand before the two armies.

The seventh person used mind-reading to try and see what Bai Yue was thinking. As the saying goes, "In warfare, attacking a city is inferior to attacking a mind." However, when he focused his mental energy and entered Bai Yue's consciousness, he found nothing.

He felt as insignificant as a speck of dust in the universe in his own consciousness! As if sucked into an abyss, the seventh warrior lost consciousness and stopped breathing.

The second and third warriors extended their limbs and hair, binding Baiyue tightly and tightening their grip, seemingly intent on strangling her to death.

Bai Yue laughed. In the midst of the chaos, what happened next was beyond everyone's expectations. Six black spheres extended around Bai Yue, and from the shadows appeared the face of a demon and six hands protecting Bai Yue. Two of the six spheres smashed straight at the second and third warriors.