Chapter 303
Elder Han He clenched his fists, filled with rage.
“Old Han He, I love what you just said!”
Shang Wu took a swig from her wine gourd and gave a thumbs-up.
“When I ascend the throne, I’ll make you a prince, and Elder Qian can be our imperial grandson.”
It was clear that the beautiful master had entered battle mode, starting off with the first move of the Fighting King’s ultimate technique.
She truly was the inventor of the ultimate techniques.
With just one sentence, she managed to offend two people.
Qian Bufan: “??”
Han He: “??”
The Great Shang hasn’t fallen yet, so how could you be the emperor?
“I think we should first secure the important items and then observe the situation for a while.”
Xue Jing frowned, his face filled with worry and concern.
But he still reassured everyone, saying, “Isn’t there still the King of the South? He’s a divine general. As long as Qingmu City can hold on for a moment until his reinforcements arrive, it won’t be the worst outcome.”
As soon as he said this, everyone nodded, though their worries didn’t lessen.
Their two precious disciples were still in Qingmu City.
But those two little ones had already outshone their peers; surely they could hold on until help arrived, right?
Yes, it definitely wouldn’t be the worst outcome.
Just then, someone rushed in in a panic—it was Xiao Qin.
The usually composed Xiao Qin was now panting heavily, his expression a far cry from his usual resilience and calm.
“What happened? Weren’t you out training?”
“I was in the Eastern Wilderness and saw a troop of soldiers! They came from the Southern Frontier!”
“They’re flying the banner of the King of the South!”
???!
The elders’ faces changed instantly.
The King of the South was not in the Southern Frontier; he was in the Eastern Wilderness.
Who could save Qingmu City now?
Shang Wu’s wine gourd fell to the ground. The usually carefree leader of Qunyu Peak now showed a hint of panic in his eyes.
That foolish boy wouldn’t have stayed in Qingmu City, sharing its fate, would he?
He wouldn’t be that foolish, would he?
Shang Wu shook the Heart-Mind Bell vigorously.
But she waited for a long time and heard no response.
“Shang Wu! What are you doing?”
“He’s under my protection. Let’s see which dog dares to touch my disciple!”
“No, if you go now, it’ll be too late! You’re just handing yourself over!”
“Calm down, junior sister. We need to find a way. No matter what, we must first ascertain Xiao Mo and Xiao Bing’s safety before looking for an opportunity to rescue them.”
The main hall was in chaos.
Meanwhile, at Yantian Sect.
Tian Miao ascended the steps, just like yesterday, reaching the peak of the Star-Gazing Platform. Only a select few, including her master and a few disciples, could ascend here.
Before long, she spotted her master, who was in a daze.
“Master, what’s wrong?”
Tian Miao hurried to fetch some healing herbs.
But the old woman shook her head, remaining silent. Tian Miao couldn’t help but lean in closer, only to see her master holding a green vein jade slip.
It clearly read:
“Wang Qi Douhun Li Mo, with the strength of ten thousand men, entered the formation and slew Han Zhen amidst the army.”
“Han Xianzi Ying Bing, using her music to assist the formation, then transforming into a true phoenix, repelled several high-grade disaster beasts, slaying thousands of them and driving back tens of thousands of enemy troops from the Southern Frontier.”
Tian Miao opened her mouth but couldn’t make a sound.
She suspected she hadn’t woken up yet.
Could this be the record of the Qianlong List?
If it were on the Ren List or the Di List, it would seem too exaggerated!
But the names Li Mo and Ying Bing were clearly there.
How did they achieve this?
“Master, should we send this to the Dragon Gate?”
“Unprecedented in history, it should naturally be spread across the heavens and the earth.”
Tian Miao took the information, growing more astonished the more she read.
This might be the most valuable achievement in the history of the Qianlong List, considering all the prodigies who had ever made it onto the list.
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Chapter 329: No One Shall See White Hair in the Mortal Realm—System Ranking Activated
The Qingmu Camp was brightly lit.
Soldiers were continuously bringing in carts of spoils and wounded from outside the camp. The militia was busy cleaning up the battlefield, making the entire camp seem even more bustling after the battle.
Busy as they were, there was a sense of thriving prosperity.
Outside the central tent, many generals and soldiers gathered, anxiously peering inside.
“How is Young Hero Li?”
“When Han Xianzi brought him back, he looked terrifying.”
“He can’t be hurt! If it weren’t for him, we wouldn’t even be standing here now.”
“Fortune favors the brave. Young Hero Li might just be the top of the Qianlong List soon. With thousands of troops fighting, how could he fall in the camp?”
“I need to see him wake up to feel at ease.”
There were many soldiers outside, but they didn’t dare speak loudly, all nervously staring at the big tent.
Inside, the now-legendary Young Hero Li lay on a bed, his face pale and breathing shallow.
The old military doctor was checking Li Mo’s pulse. After a moment, he stroked his beard and sighed.
Ying Bing frowned slightly.
When she had been wiping Li Mo’s body earlier, she had checked him too. He looked severely injured, but it wasn’t a life-or-death situation; it wasn’t that serious.
What did the sigh mean?
Qu Sheng coughed and asked, “How is he?”
“Young Hero Li is truly a gifted individual. After such a fierce battle, he only suffered meridian damage and exhaustion. With some rest, he’ll be back to his vibrant self. As for you—”
“Let’s talk about my matters later. First, get Young Hero Li some medicine.”
Qu Sheng finally breathed a sigh of relief, stopping the old doctor from continuing.
“For Young Hero Li’s condition, just some warming and nourishing herbs will do.”
The old doctor hesitated but began to write as he spoke.
As soon as he finished, soldiers rushed out to fetch the medicine.
Some needed to be brewed, while others were already prepared in the camp, just needing to be mixed with water for immediate use.
After everything was done, he finally looked at Qu Sheng.
“Commander, you—”
“Let’s talk outside.”
Qu Sheng stood up, lifted the tent flap, and stepped out, only to pause in his tracks.
There were more soldiers outside than he had imagined.
The air was filled with the murmurs of thousands of soldiers, who had previously been silent.
It seemed that all the soldiers and leaders from the logistics team had come.
This kind of prestige was comparable to a visit from the prince; he saw his own past reflected in the eyes of these men.
Back then, the prince led them to slay a disaster beast king. What Li Mo had done today was far beyond that.
If Li Mo raised his arm, his brothers would follow him into the fire.
As long as this Young Hero Li was alive and soaring higher, there would be hope in their hearts.
The Qingmu Camp would not disperse.
“Commander, how are you?”
“Has Young Hero Li woken up?”
Anxious yet restrained inquiries filled the air.
Qu Sheng cleared his throat and didn’t answer the first question. Instead, he reassured them, “Young Hero Li hasn’t woken up yet, but he’s not in serious danger. With proper care, he will wake up.”
As soon as he spoke, the heavy atmosphere seemed to lighten a bit, and the iron-blooded men showed expressions of relief.
Qu Sheng glanced back at the tent and added, “Alright, everyone, go rest. Miss Ying is treating Young Hero Li’s injuries.”
“If there’s nothing else to do, go make dumplings. The winter solstice is coming, and we’ll all eat together.”
With that, he took the old doctor and left.
As they walked to a quieter area, there were fewer people, and the place was covered in a blanket of white.
Dressed in white, he stepped into the snow, like a white horse entering a field of reeds, his figure becoming increasingly slender against the white backdrop.
Qu Sheng turned around and softly asked, “Do you think this general’s time is near?”
“As long as you take good care of yourself—”
The doctor wanted to offer some comforting words, but under Qu Sheng’s gaze, he spoke honestly, “This winter.”
Commander Qu seemed to have merely turned gray, but in reality, he was like a burnt-out log; even longevity elixirs were ineffective.
He knew that perhaps in the imperial capital or among those hidden great sects, there might be treasures capable of defying the heavens, which could be effective.
But such treasures were priceless.
Qu Sheng lowered his eyelids, calmly accepting the impending death. He looked up at the silver moon in the snow:
“Before the prince returns, this matter must remain between us.”
Since ancient times, great generals, like beautiful women, should not be seen with white hair in the mortal realm.
But those who resist the arrival of that day, no matter how charming they are, will gradually become like demons, like Han Zhen.
He would not become such a person.
In front of the central tent, some soldiers were reluctant to leave, but the medicinal soup had already been prepared by Ying Bing and brought inside.
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