The blind girl is called a saint with a sword!

Anqing Evening.

This name is destined to become a lifelong nightmare for everyone present today.

"Oh no, An Qingwan has caught up! We need to split up immediately!"

In the mountains, several guards and martial arts masters from the Turkic royal court turned around and immediately lost their composure.

Before they could make a move, a flash of sword light appeared in the air, and the next moment, they realized that An Qingwan had already passed them and was seven or eight zhang away.

Huh?

Could it be that An Qingwan didn't come here for them?

The group breathed a sigh of relief, but forgot all about celebrating, and hurriedly turned around to run in the opposite direction from An Qingwan.

But as they turned around, they were shocked to realize that the head of the person next to them had begun to slip off their neck.

Oh.

So their necks were like that too.

It turns out that An Qingwan had already killed them.

They were disappointed for nothing.

Darkness descends, and the sunlight departs forever.

"How could this be?"

Elsewhere on the battlefield, Su Nong ran away while roaring inwardly.

He really couldn't understand.

He was clearly a man blessed with destiny, so why did he encounter two life-or-death crises in just a few days?

The time with Pujindu was a little better; although he was in danger, he wasn't directly targeted.

But this time it's completely different.

Now he realized that An Qingwan was determined to kill these experts.

Can he really escape from the grasp of a grandmaster like An Qingwan?

Even though he kept telling himself that he was the chosen one, Su Nong couldn't muster any confidence at all.

This is unreasonable!

How did An Qingwan suddenly become a Grandmaster? Why hasn't he become a Grandmaster yet?

Su Nong was so angry that his face twisted in anger.

This distortion didn't last long, because in the instant he turned around, he watched as An Qingwan struck out with her palm, turning a regional protector of the Great Brightness Sect into a shower of minced meat.

What a powerful and domineering palm strike!

The scattered bits of flesh, blood, and bones made Su Nong and everyone around him hold their breath.

run.

Run quickly.

Su Nong used every ounce of strength he had.

He had forgotten how long he had been running, and he couldn't even remember how scared he had been.

All he knew was that at first there were screams coming from behind him, but later the screams became less and less, leaving only a series of hurried footsteps.

He kept running, trying to shake off the footsteps, until finally, when he could barely keep up with his internal energy, he stopped in despair.

"I……"

When Su Nong turned his head, he was surprised to find that the person behind him was not An Qingwan, but Ashina Nagai, the son of the Khan of the Turks, who had accompanied the army on the expedition.

"That leaf protector?!"

Su Nong let out a long sigh of relief, then burst into laughter.

He could no longer see An Qingwan, which meant that he had survived.

Wonderful.

The fact that he survived An Qingwan's clutches proves once again that he is a chosen one.

At this moment, Su Nong's mind was already racing.

Nagai had a very good chance of inheriting the Khan's throne. Saving Nagai at this time and getting closer to him would bring unimaginable benefits.

Su Nong immediately went forward to help Na Gai up.

The two disregarded everyone else and, having identified their direction, hurried towards the Turkic royal court.

Little did they know that their survival was entirely due to An Qingwan's deliberate actions.

As they traveled north, An Qingwan followed far behind them, guided by Lan Xiaogu.

The Turkic royal court was located near Yanran Mountain.

From the Hetao region to Yanran Mountain, it's more than two thousand miles.

But Sunong and Nagai were already frightened birds. They sped along, traveling hundreds of miles a day, and in just four days they crossed the vast grasslands and deserts to reach the royal court.

When they arrived, some people also fled back from other directions.

Their return caused an uproar in the Turkic royal court.

The news they brought back was truly astonishing.

The fact that Garuda King was seriously injured was already astonishing enough, but the fact that An Qingwan broke through the 20,000-strong army and scattered them was even more shocking, leaving the entire Turkic royal court speechless.

Those 20,000 men were the most elite troops of the Turks, many of whom came from Turkic noble families and were highly regarded young members of their tribes.

They went south with the army to gain military merits by following behind King Garuda, but instead of gaining merits, they were buried forever in a foreign land.

For a time, the Turkic royal families living near Yanran Mountain were filled with weeping.

An Qingwan's name became awe-inspiring in the northern desert.

Its power was so great that it could stop a child from crying at night!

"What are these people muttering in their own language? Sister An, let's just charge in and kill them all!"

Outside the royal court, listening to the Turks' incoherent chatter inside, Lan Xiaogu sharpened her knife, ready to pounce.

An Qingwan quickly stopped Lan Xiaogu, whose murderous intent was even stronger than her own.

She wasn't worried about making a mistake, nor was she afraid of becoming a target of public criticism or being retaliated against.

The main reason was that she felt rushing out and killing these people was not the best option.

Firstly, she can rush in and kill indiscriminately, and in the future, those who are related to the people she killed can also rush into the territory of Daliang and kill indiscriminately in order to take revenge.

This is not a good thing.

Secondly, the death of the royal court's people does not necessarily destroy the Turks. It will more likely arouse the Turkic tribes' sense of impending doom, making them more united and bringing endless trouble to the Central Plains.

She didn't have much time to spend on the Turks; the Cangming Holy Master was also a major threat that urgently needed to be dealt with.

An Qingwan's plan was to secretly eliminate the Turkic Khan, and then stage the scene to make it appear as if it was done by someone inside the Turkic community.

The Turks are already in a state of turmoil, and the sudden news of the Khan's death, which is highly likely to be the work of their own people, will inevitably lead to mutual suspicion.

Since the Southern Liang Dynasty is currently embroiled in civil war, it is highly likely that the Turks will also experience internal strife.

If Garuda King were still alive, he would naturally be able to control the situation, but Garuda King is now in dire straits himself, so he has no intention of interfering in this matter.

After hearing An Qingwan's plan, Lan Xiaogu's eyes lit up.

"There is."

She suddenly pulled out several Gu worms from her body and presented them to An Qingwan like treasures.

"These are the Gu worms I found on those Turks. I originally intended to take them back for research, but now they're perfect for use on that Turkic Khan."

An Qingwan patted Lan Xiaogu's head and said with a smile, "Wait for me here."

She changed her clothes slightly, donned Turkic attire, and then slipped into the Turkic royal court like a ghost.

The Turkic Khan was no ordinary person; a weak person was not fit to be a Khan.

But An Qingwan was not afraid at all.

He can even kill a Grandmaster, so why should he be afraid of someone who is very close to becoming a Grandmaster but has not yet truly become one?

It was just one sword strike.

This time, however, in order to frame someone else, An Qingwan does not intend to use a sword.

After entering the Turkic royal court, she sped all the way and soon arrived at the residence of the Turkic Khan.

It was already late at night, and the Khan's tent was heavily guarded, with sentries every three steps and patrols every five steps.

But none of these challenges could faze An Qingwan.

With her current strength, why would she need to enter the Khan's tent to kill someone?

Just as she took out the Gu worm, a sigh suddenly came from inside the tent.

"pity."

It was a woman's voice.

An Qingwan's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately used the Emperor's Qi Observation Technique. In the next moment, she had already discerned the truth.

The internal energy of the Turkic Khan inside the tent was of the icy attribute, completely different from the Twelve Manifestations of the Bright Venerable practiced by the Turkic royal family.

This is not the real Turkic Khan, but an imposter, a grandmaster-level imposter!

An Qingwan was stunned.

The guards outside the tent were all stunned.

There was clearly only the Khan in the large tent, so why is there a woman's voice suddenly appearing now?

Given the recent critical situation, they didn't have time to inquire about the Khan's condition and rushed in hastily.

"Khan!"

The Khan was nowhere to be found in the main tent.

The imposter, with a sudden burst of energy, shattered his Khan's robes, revealing a magnificent long robe beneath.

Boom!

The shreds of the pajamas scattered everywhere, sending the guards who had just rushed in flying.

The loud noise startled everyone, and screams filled the royal court in an instant.

"There are assassins, there are assassins!"

An Qingwan didn't care about anyone else; she quickly chased after the woman.

The two rose and fell, and soon disappeared from the royal court.

The woman chased after An Qingwan for twenty or thirty miles, but seeing that she couldn't shake her off at all, she had no choice but to stop.

"Who are you anyway?"

Ten feet away, An Qingwan asked in a cold voice.

The woman said softly, "The master of the Rebirth Pavilion is Leng Qingyou."

An Qingwan was stunned.

Her journey north was to eliminate Garuda King, but she never expected to encounter the Lord of the Rebirth Pavilion, one of the four major sects of the Demonic Path.

P.S.: Thank you Night Wind Feather for the knife.

The demise of Garuda, the 138th female emperor! [5k]

For both An Qingwan and Leng Qingyou, their encounter at the Turkic royal court was something they had never expected.

Who could have imagined things would turn out this way?

Leng Qingyou had considered that during this turbulent time, others might come to the Turkic royal court to cause trouble.

She never imagined that this person would be An Qingwan.

Because no one could have imagined that An Qingwan was a Grandmaster, and since no one could have guessed that she would come to the Turkic royal court, they naturally couldn't have imagined that An Qingwan would come to the Turkic royal court.