Wandering Sword Seller's Life in the Qin Dynasty

After seeing the other person's appearance clearly, Xu Qing was basically certain of his identity.

The red owl is a member of the bird family.

Although this character did not appear in the animation.

But the Hundred Birds Organization has more members than just those shown in the anime.

There are also parrots and red owls.

Yingge is a woman, while the man in front of her is incredibly handsome, so his identity is self-evident.

"I've already obtained a lot of information from Mo Ya, so what surprises can you bring me?" Xu Qing's eyes flickered as he muttered to himself.

If Red Owl was ordered by Ji Wuye to keep a close watch on Ji Yihu for a long time, perhaps he knows more about the young general's secrets than others.

……

"Wake up, wake up..."

A voice rang in the handsome man's ears. He slowly opened his eyes and saw two figures, one in black and one in white, standing beside him.

"Baby wants to sleep, why are you calling baby..." The man's tone was strange, his pupils were unfocused, and drool was involuntarily dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Clearly, he had lost his mind and become mentally impaired.

Mo Ya and Bai Feng exchanged a glance, their brows furrowing simultaneously.

The red owl suffered the same fate as the black raven before it, its coat stripped off and abandoned in the market.

Mo Ya couldn't help but recall his previous experiences. Although he had no memory of them and could only speculate that they were related to Zi Lan Xuan, he found nothing despite close surveillance.

Unexpectedly, within a few days, the red owl also met its demise.

Mo Ya had hoped to get some clues out of him, but seeing that he had become like this, he was basically a cripple.

Considering the splitting headaches he experienced when trying to recall the past, it was clear someone had tampered with their memories. The only saving grace was that he had only lost part of his memory and hadn't become mentally impaired.

The two were trying to make another effort to see if they could awaken some of the Red Owl's consciousness when Ji Wuye suddenly summoned them.

"Useless! You're all useless!"

Upon seeing Mo Ya and Bai Feng, Ji Wuye pointed at Mo Ya and angrily rebuked him, "You're a piece of trash! Your subordinates are even more trash!"

Clearly, he already knew about the Red Owl and the earlier anomalies that had occurred to the Black Raven.

Mo Ya could only lower his head and remain silent, bearing the consequences in silence.

"Hmph!" Ji Wuye snorted coldly, his anger burning even more upon seeing his expression.

He wasn't angry because his subordinates were incompetent; he didn't care about their lives at all.

What truly enraged him was something he had learned earlier.

According to the guards' report, before the Red Owl's incident, an old man claiming to be a sword appraiser appeared before Tiger and said something. Ji Wuye didn't care about the rest of the content, but the phrase "using the blood and soul of one's closest relatives to consecrate the sword" immediately alerted him.

What are their intentions? Tiger's only close relative is him.

The subsequent incident involving the Red Owl further confirmed that the Sword Master was no ordinary person.

This is clearly a conspiracy intended to sow discord between father and son!

How could Ji Wuye not be furious?

"Find that old bastard for me, I'll make sure he dies a horrible death!" he shouted at Mo Ya and Bai Feng.

This is the last chance for the "hundred birds".

If even this task cannot be completed, then there is no need for the Hundred Birds to exist.

Mo Ya sensed the killing intent in Ji Wuye's words and immediately replied sternly, "Yes!"

After he left with Bai Feng, he immediately investigated the matter of the old man mentioned by the general.

He had already sentenced the old man to death in his heart. Why did he have to say such nonsense in front of the young general?

At the same time, he began to wonder: "Is the matter of the Red Owl related to you...?"

……

Watching Mo Ya and Bai Feng leave, Ji Wuye sat alone in the hall, growing angrier the more he thought about it.

Only when he held the Heavenly Wrath Sword could the feeling of power in his grasp slightly calm his emotions.

Finally, he made up his mind and went straight to find Ji Yihu.

"Father?" Ji Yihu was somewhat taken aback when he saw Ji Wuye rushing towards him in a rage.

Ji Wuye cut to the chase, coldly asking, "You've encountered a sword appraiser?"

Ji Yihu raised an eyebrow, then readily admitted, "We encountered an old man who was spouting nonsense in front of his son. We wanted to teach him a lesson, but he slipped away quickly, and the guards couldn't catch him..."

Ji Wuye said coldly, "Give me the sword."

Ji Yihu was taken aback at first, then understood his father's meaning, and his expression changed drastically: "Father!"

“Your safety is guaranteed within the General’s Mansion. A sword is a weapon of death and should not be carried on your person.” Ji Wuye’s tone softened slightly, as if with concern. “In the future, I will surely give you a better sword.”

Regardless of whether the sword appraiser's words were true or false, Ji Wuye was determined to take the sword.

Even with only a sliver of doubt, he did indeed sense the extraordinary nature of the "Frostmourne" through the Heavenly Wrath Sword that day.

That sword is very dangerous.

Such a vicious creature should not be kept by my son's side.

“Father, this is mine…” Ji Yihu emphasized repeatedly.

"I know, I'm just temporarily holding it for you," Ji Wuye said firmly.

Ji Yihu still refused to hand it over.

Ji Wuye glared angrily, then strode forward, his imposing aura sweeping over him.

Faced with his father's forceful seizure, Ji Yihu wanted to resist, but ultimately he suppressed his anger.

He could only watch in humiliation as his father took away the hero's sword that rightfully belonged to him.

Ji Wuye didn't notice that when he left with Frostmourne, Ji Yihu's gaze towards him was filled with hatred.

Years of pent-up resentment and bitterness finally erupted when Ji Wuye once again forcefully interfered in his life and took away his beloved sword.

After finishing his business, Ji Yihu left the general's mansion and rode his horse towards Xueyi Fort outside the city.

"Young General, what brings you here today?"

Inside Snow Robe Fortress, where the fire had left scorch marks, Bai Yifei looked at Ji Yihu with slight surprise.

Because of the special nature of Snow Robe Fortress, all of Ji Yihu's guards were kept outside, and he was the only one allowed to enter.

"Teacher," Ji Yihu said, using his most respectful address in private, his voice trembling as he suppressed his words, "I don't want to be controlled by him anymore. He interferes with everything I do, monitors my every move, and now, he even wants to take my sword away!"

Bai Yifei did not agree. Instead, his face darkened, and he reprimanded, "Don't talk nonsense! He is still your father, and everything he does is for your own good."

"Teacher?" Ji Yihu looked at Bai Yifei in disbelief, as if struck by a heavy blow.

Bai Yifei remained silent for a moment, looking at the pain and resentment surging in his disciple's eyes. He seemed to have thought of something, then suddenly changed his tone, softening his words: "Enough. It's a matter between you and your father that outsiders can't judge. But what knot between father and son can't be untied?" He turned and took out a flask of wine, handing it to Ji Yihu. "This is a fine, aged wine; your father has always been fond of it. Take it, find an opportunity to toast him and apologize, and then you can clear things up."

Ji Yihu hesitated, his heart filled with resentment.

Seeing this, Bai Yifei's voice suddenly turned cold: "If you still consider me your teacher, then do as I say."

This unusually stern rebuke caused the arrogant Ji Yihu to tremble slightly.

Growing up under his father's strict control, he had a different experience when he met Bai Yifei, a gentle and intelligent man, in the army.

Especially Bai Yifei's constant concern for him made Ji Yihu feel a warmth he had never experienced before.

Therefore, while in the army, he decisively became Bai Yifei's apprentice.

It could be said that in his heart, his father might not have been doing things for his own good, but his teacher was definitely very good to him.

……

In the main hall of the General's Mansion, Ji Wuye sat in the main seat, gripping two swords tightly in his hands: Heaven's Wrath and Frost's Sorrow.

The chilling sword energy resonated faintly within its sheath, drawing upon the surging greed within his heart.

When he forcibly took the sword, he intended to destroy it, but since the source of the trouble was the sword, he figured he might as well destroy it.

The woman who delivered the sword also needs to be dealt with; clearly, the previous warnings were useless.

However, when you actually hold this sword in your hand and feel its unique resonance with the Heavenly Wrath Sword, that destructive impulse quietly dissipates.

Instead, there was an unprecedented possessiveness, and a hint of... jealousy towards his own son.

"Everything you have is a gift from me..." Ji Wuye's fingertips caressed the cold hilt of Frostmourne, his eyes dark and unfathomable. "Having obtained such a divine weapon, you didn't even know to offer it to your father first!"

Ji Wuye felt some dissatisfaction with Ji Yihu.

Ji Yihu thought he had hidden it well, but little did he know that Ji Wuye had long been aware of his rebellious actions. However, Ji Wuye did not expose him, and even secretly hoped that Ji Yihu would rebel against him, because only in that way could he prove that his tiger son was not a weak person, but a real man.

"At this time, you went to Bai Yifei, was it to cry to Bai Yifei and vent your dissatisfaction?"

Ji Yihu's every move was under his control, including his relationship with Bai Yifei.

He was happy to see it happen, hoping that Hu'er could learn some skills.

However, upon his return, Tiger still disappointed him quite a bit.

In the end, he still couldn't learn Bai Yifei's cleverness!

Just as Ji Wuye's thoughts were churning, Ji Yihu's figure appeared at the door.

Surprisingly, there was no resentment on the son's face.

He carried a pot of wine and walked heavily to Ji Wuye, bowing his head, his voice hoarse yet clear.

"Father, I was reckless today. I have specially found a pot of fine wine for you... to drink with me."

Chapter 125 Father and Son Kill Each Other, An Opportunity

"Bai Yifei taught you to do this, didn't he?"

Ji Wuye's gaze was like a cold iron clamp, firmly locked on Ji Yihu, making no attempt to conceal his all-knowing sense of control.

Ji Yihu abruptly stopped in his tracks, a surge of displeasure at being seen through welling up from the depths of his heart once more. He took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed it back into the abyss.