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254. The sword remains a purely killing weapon.
"As long as you're not here, she will always belong to me."
Within the territory of the State of Chu.
Han Feng looked up at the sky. Just a moment ago, the sun was blazing, but in the blink of an eye, the weather had changed drastically.
A sudden clap of thunder boomed in the clear sky, followed by the rapid gathering of thick, dark clouds, and large raindrops eagerly pouring down from the horizon.
This land, scarred by war, has been baptized.
"Why did it suddenly start raining?" Han Feng muttered to himself, but his movements were swift. He nimbly pulled his younger sister into his arms with his left hand, while his right hand reached into the bamboo box.
Take out an oiled paper umbrella.
With a gentle flick of his right hand, the umbrella instantly opened, shielding the dense raindrops falling from the sky.
10. Rainwater struck the river surface, creating ripples that quickly transformed the once calm surface into a turbulent, churning mess.
One by one, plump river fish leaped out of the water and soared into the sky like birds.
But it fell back into the river in despair.
"Fish swim like birds, yearning for a wider sky, but they can never escape the river's shackles and can only fall back into the river."
"All struggles will ultimately come to naught."
Quietly observing the river and the fish, Han Feng seemed to have gained some insight.
"Only by adapting to the environment and cultivating oneself can one go against the tide and forge ahead in a chaotic world."
In this process, his mindset has quietly changed, becoming more adapted to this era of constant warfare rather than the comforts of peacetime.
"The sword in my hand will pave a safe path for me in this chaotic world."
"To protect the peace of me and Yunji."
He gripped the sword hilt tightly with his right hand and swung it down with all his might.
The surging river came to a standstill; a single sword stroke severed the flow of water, though only for a moment, before it returned to its original state.
But Han Feng firmly believes that his strength has been greatly improved.
Because his mindset has changed.
The sword in his hand, devoid of hesitation and mercy, will be transformed into a ruthless weapon of slaughter.
"The sword embodies righteous spirit."
"It is a pure weapon of slaughter. One should not have any emotion or pity for the enemy, otherwise the blade will be covered in dust and lose its sharp edge."
At this moment, he could sense that the murderous aura of the Devouring Prison Sword in his hand had become even more concentrated and pure.
The Demonic Sword Spirit has completely submitted to him.
Han Feng breathed a sigh of relief, skillfully packed his belongings, and rode away at full speed with Yun Ji.
The figure gradually disappeared into the rain and vanished from sight.
In an ancient, secret forest atop a nearby mountain peak.
Yan Lingji and Wushuang Gui, who had returned once more, concealed their presence and stood atop this high ground, overlooking the devastating scene in the heart of the Baiyue Royal City.
Although two days and nights have passed.
Within the capital of Baiyue, corpses lay strewn across the land, and rivers of blood flowed.
Korean cavalrymen clad in silver armor could be seen everywhere clearing the battlefield.
The entire 807-square-meter area of the royal city was thoroughly stained with the blood of the Baiyue people, turning it a mixture of black and red. The pungent smell of blood wafted on the wind, making one's chest churn with nausea.
The scene was like hell on earth.
"Damn the Han army, and the Chu army too!" Wushuang Gui clenched his fists involuntarily, veins bulging and muscles bulging, his heart filled with extreme rage. He roared, "I must go save my lord!"
"Wushuang Gui, don't be reckless." Yan Lingji stretched out her jade hand to stop the impulsive and straightforward Wushuang Gui, and said in a deep voice, "They have only secretly imprisoned the master, and have not taken his life immediately."
"This means that the Lord is currently not in mortal danger."
255. The Five Spirits are in harmony, the Lesser Master of Fate in the Yin-Yang School
"Besides, the guards are numerous, and it is absolutely impossible for the two of us to rescue our lord."
"Then what do you suggest we do?" Wushuang Gui asked in a low growl, unable to contain his anxiety.
"Let's temporarily leave this place and try to improve our own strength. Only in this way can we better carry out the rescue in the future." The petite Yan Lingji raised her head and stared at Wushuang Gui.
In her mind, she couldn't help but recall the figure she had met when she was in the depths of despair.
She always kept his words in mind.
"Only by surviving can we seize the future."
When Yan Lingji said those words, it was both to comfort Wushuang Gui and to warn herself.
Only by surviving can one have the right to explore the future.
Death ends all.
However, she did not realize that it was these words that prevented her from blindly trying to save Tianze, instead of following the original trajectory of her destiny.
This could lead to a predicament for oneself.
With Han Feng's unexpected intervention, the fateful bond between her and Tian Ze underwent a subtle change, becoming less stable and loyal.
Now, she is more like a killing weapon honed through rigorous training.
He was an elite member of the Baiyue assassin group.
The fallen prince, Tianze, was originally the master who controlled this batch of killing weapons.
However, nowadays...
The ruler who wields the weapon of slaughter has been captured and imprisoned by Bai Yifei.
The members of the Baiyue assassin group, whether dead, escaped, scattered, or captured, had long since fallen apart.
They have lost the constraints of the manipulator.
These surviving members of the Baiyue assassin group, like wild horses, are gradually spiraling out of control. What the future holds, no one knows.
And it was from this moment on that...
The destinies of Yan Ling Ji and Wu Shuang Gui began to show a clear divergence.
That tiny butterfly from another world silently fluttered the wings of destiny, gradually rewriting the fates of many characters.
Amidst the dense forest atop the mountain.
Little Yan Ling Ji and Wu Shuang Gui observed for a while longer before quietly leaving.
...
Located on the border of the Qin state, amidst the rugged mountains surrounding Hangu Pass.
A pair of stunningly beautiful twin sisters swiftly traversed the dense foliage. Their graceful figures, one dressed in black and the other in white, resembled fairies of the forest, agile and nimble.
They were the twin Shao Siming, who had come from the outskirts of Xianyang in the Qin state.
With the help of divination and prediction by the Yin-Yang School and intelligence gathering by their own spies, they tracked and searched all the way, determined their target, and headed straight for the heart of the Chu Kingdom.
When the twins, Shao Siming, stopped to rest in a grove of trees.
The younger sister in black, Shao Siming, turned to look at her older sister in white, Shao Siming, whose hands were tightly clasped together. After a moment's hesitation, she whispered, "...Sister, I've heard that the Moon Goddess is secretly selecting a suitable successor to the Five Elements Mystic Harmony."
"Among them are candidates for the Wood element, and they are actually two biological sisters."
"Are you worried that we will lose to those sisters?" the white-clad elder sister, Shao Siming, asked softly, trying to reassure her decisive and courageous younger sister. "As long as we are strong enough, we can suppress the next candidate."
The situation you are worried about will not happen.
The younger sister in black, Shao Siming, nodded in agreement after hearing her sister's words.
"Sister is right."
"Even those candidates from the Five Elements Mystic Unity group, even if I gave them a slight advantage, they would still find it difficult to contend with me. Moreover, I have you by my side, sister."
256. Rescuing someone on a rainy night
"I was overthinking it."
After a short break.
The twin Shao Simings held hands again and strode quickly through the jungle.
They went straight to the State of Chu.
...
Within the territory of the State of Chu.
A snow-white horse galloped wildly across the muddy, slippery road, gradually disappearing into the distance.