Chapter 296
**Chapter 321: What Right Do You Have to Make Me Leave You?**
The setting sun bled across the horizon.
The silhouettes of the two figures were cast long against the battle-scarred city walls, stretching into the distance.
“Li Shaoxia!”
“Tsk, tsk, did you see that? Li Shaoxia stood on the city wall and didn’t budge an inch.”
“Yeah, he even killed Helian Wu with a single blow.”
“Just seeing him standing there gives me a sense of calm, like a stabilizing needle in my heart.”
Wherever Li Mo walked, the weary eyes of the soldiers from the Qingmu Camp reflected admiration, as if victory was within their grasp.
As long as the Cold Fairy soared in the sky.
As long as Li Shaoxia stood atop the city wall.
No matter what kind of enemy they faced, they felt a sense of confidence.
They had all forgotten.
Li Mo was merely at the Guanshen realm, not much higher than them, and he was even comparable to some of their younger kin.
They only knew that such dazzling figures as Li Shaoxia and the Cold Fairy fought alongside them, never letting them down.
Li Shaoxia had withstood the siege engines with his own body, slaying the renowned Helian Wu, who many believed would unify the southern tribes under his command.
The hopeful gazes directed at Li Mo left him feeling somewhat at a loss.
He turned back, once again using his Tianming Divine Eye to look into the distance.
**[Name: Han Zhen]**
**[Age: 22 (5330)]**
**[Root Bone: Blood God Body.]**
**[Realm: Guanshen Nine Apertures.]**
**[Destiny: Purple]**
**[Evaluation: Former Grand Master of the Great Shang Dynasty. After the fall of Shang, he gained immortality through the Blood Phoenix Essence. When his soul and body were on the verge of perishing, he comprehended the mysteries of the Blood Phoenix Essence at a deeper level, allowing him to be reborn through another body. He has now been reborn seven times.]**
**[Recent Encounter: He covets the Xiahong Qi possessed by Ying Bing, the Blood Phoenix Essence, and the Jade Phoenix God. After losing the Blood Phoenix Essence, he has turned to the Demon Summoning True Scripture, voraciously absorbing the power of countless beings, intending to regain control of the Blood Sacrifice path through the deaths of many souls. The more souls that perish, the stronger he becomes.]**
So Han Zhen didn’t care how many people died.
Whether it was the city he slaughtered or the defenders of Qingmu City, he probably wouldn’t care even if it was his own people who fell.
All for the divine artifact on Bing Tuozi.
This former Grand Master of the Great Shang was likely to stake everything on this battle.
Qingmu City had won today, but that didn’t mean there were no losses.
Tomorrow, the fighting would be even more brutal.
The still-open Tianming Divine Eye swept over the soldiers present.
Ying Bing watched as the young man paused, then reached out to smooth the wrinkled collar of his shirt.
They had planned to go eat, but as Li Mo walked, his direction changed involuntarily.
The two of them walked along the war-torn city wall, descending to the central military tent. The number of generals visibly diminished, yet they were still fervently handling military affairs.
Qu Sheng sat there, his brow furrowed as he read the battle reports.
“Commander.”
Li Mo stood at the entrance, speaking softly.
Qu Sheng noticed he wanted to speak privately, so he stepped outside.
After a moment of silence, he forced a smile:
“Today counts as a great victory; our losses are one to five.”
“Commander Qu, did the Southern King... not come from the start?”
Silence.
Li Mo had just used the Tianming Divine Eye to see that some soldiers died on the eighth day, while others fell on the tenth.
If the Southern King had come, there wouldn’t have been any soldiers dying on the tenth day.
Qu Sheng’s expression froze, then he lowered his gaze, his proud head drooping slightly.
“Li Shaoxia is right.”
“Not long ago, His Majesty issued a golden decree, commanding the prince to return to the capital for a report.”
“I sent the young marquis to invite the prince, hoping to find an excuse to get him to a safe place. At that time, I also wanted you to leave with him, until I witnessed your ability to move freely, traversing great distances.”
“If the prince were to come, how could the Qingmu Camp have reached a point of lacking food and supplies? But I can’t say that; if I do, the morale of the brothers will falter.”
Ying Bing’s serene eyes flickered with thought.
Upon reflection.
The Southern King was a powerful figure, one of the few divine generals of the age, strong enough to rival those at the seventh realm.
His death was, in itself, abnormal.
Li Mo opened his mouth.
Before he could speak, Qu Sheng pointed at the demon king’s head mounted on the city gate:
“Back then, the prince was still in the outer realm, slaying that monstrous crocodile with his brothers. He stayed here, personally working with the brothers to build this Qingmu City amidst the vast marshes, standing here as if the comrades who died on this land were still with us.”
“Even if the final outcome is the city’s fall, I want to die in front of the people.”
“Two of you, the battlefield is merciless; war is never about achieving glory. You’ve all seen it. In the future, when you soar through the skies, if you carry a bit more compassion in your hearts, then my death will have some meaning.”
A hero draws his sword, and the common folk suffer for ten years...
This thought floated through Li Mo’s mind.
“Let’s go.”
Qu Sheng patted Li Mo’s shoulder, saying it for the second time.
Afterward, he rubbed his face, then returned to the military camp with a confident expression:
“Li Shaoxia just said that the second wave of supplies will be sent to us soon!”
He even had an excuse ready.
But the generals probably never imagined this would be the second lie of Commander Qu, a man of his word.
One by one, they clenched their fists, as if they could see the dawn of victory.
“Bing Tuozi, I’m hungry. Let’s go eat.”
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“Mm.”
Ying Bing withdrew her hand, which had been reaching for the big-headed doll, ready to take out some candy.
Today, little Li didn’t have the heart to cook.
It was just simple rations, meat and vegetable soup, the same as what the soldiers ate.
“Ying Bing, should we just leave?”
Li Mo held his bowl, suddenly looking relaxed as he gazed into the distance: “After all, this city can’t be held. We’ve done what we could; we’ve given it our all.”
“Do you really think so?”
Ying Bing stared at him earnestly.
“Mm.”
“You’re lying to me.”
She leaned closer, and even without turning around, Li Mo could tell from the fragrant aura that she was near.
Those ice-like eyes surely seemed capable of seeing through one’s heart.
“? I’m not.”
“Then do you dare to turn around and look me in the eye while you say that?”
“Not daring!”
Li Mo stubbornly protested, but her cool, delicate hands grasped his face, turning his head toward her.
The Cold Fairy’s gaze, a forced version.
“You want to trick me into leaving first, then stay here alone, waiting until the city really falls before you leave, right?”
“...Wow, Bing Tuozi, you’re really smart.”
Caught in his thoughts, little Li rubbed his nose.
It was absurd; could it be that Bing Tuozi also had the Tianming Divine Eye?
Well, that wasn’t the point.
At this moment, the Cold Fairy pursed her lips, her eyes reflecting a serious demeanor, looking at him with a hint of anger.
She hadn’t said it, but he understood the meaning behind that gaze.
What right do you have to make me leave you?
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**PS:** How’s the ice content today, everyone? Hehe, I actually wrote quite a bit about the battle scenes today, but some details of the war weren’t necessary; they weren’t the focus, so I omitted some parts to save words.
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**Chapter 322: I’ll Be Your Support, Just Like the Heavenly Soldiers and Monkeys**
Little Li’s face was slightly squished by two delicate, boneless hands.
Bing Tuozi wasn’t smiling, but she said nothing.
She just stared at him with her beautiful eyes, making him feel a bit anxious inside.
It was a bit hard to bear.
Li Mo had many reasons for staying, but Bing Tuozi’s reason was simple—just for one person.
So, little Li couldn’t hold out.
He gently took her pale little hand, which felt a bit cold, and warmed it with his own.
As he rubbed her hand, Li Mo said:
“I have a method to traverse great distances, and with the Buddhist beads given by Brother Murong, I can return to the Suspended Temple in an instant…”
“I always have an escape route, but while you’re fast, it doesn’t mean you can escape whenever you want.”
“And right now, the soldiers in the city see me as their support. If I leave, what confidence will they have to fight?”
“Han Zhen won’t let it go easily.”
“The next time we face him, we won’t have the backing of a large army.”
Gradually, the warmth from his palm began to seep into her small hand.
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