"You, you are Wang Pockmark?"
Qi Zun's eyes showed a trace of shock.
He knew Wang Pockmark was strong, but never imagined he could be powerful enough to kill two early-stage Heavenly Stalwart spiritualists in an instant.
An Yi walked forward slowly, crimson flames swirling around his feet, leaving rings of fire on the ground as an oppressive aura radiated out.
Just standing there, Qi Zun felt he could barely hold on, his legs trembling slightly.
"Can you hold up?"
An Yi glanced at Ye Tian.
Ye Tian gripped the Coiled Dragon Halberd, straightened his body, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and clenched his teeth: "Barely!"
The battle just now had left him severely injured; he was already at the end of his rope.
Qi Zun declared loudly, "Wang Pockmark, whatever you want, I'll give it to you! As long as you're willing to serve my Qi City..."
Swoosh!
Another flying knife shot out, heading straight for Qi Zun's face.
Clang!
A crisp sound rang out.
In the air, a threaded flying needle struck An Yi's flying knife, then ricocheted back.
An Yi raised an eyebrow: "Reinforcements!"
With his mastery of hidden weapons, his skill was already superb.
Whoever could block his move was truly formidable!
In the distance, atop the ruins of the inn.
A woman in a red dress looked weightless, standing on tiptoe on the debris.
Her long black hair danced lightly, her features unclear, but her breathtaking beauty could still be sensed.
An Yi couldn't make out the woman's face. Looking around, he saw dense ranks of armored soldiers swarming in, surrounding the area completely.
At that moment, Ye Tian could hold on no longer, dropping the halberd and falling to the ground with a thud.
"Forget it, I'll let you off this time."
An Yi spread his hands and activated the Art of Air Manipulation.
The fallen Ye Tian, along with his halberd, flew over, and An Yi lifted him with one hand.
"Capture him!"
Qi Zun said coldly.
In the darkness, many soldiers thrust their spears at An Yi.
Whoosh!
A pair of black wings unfurled.
An Yi, grasping Ye Tian, leaped into the air, soaring into the sky and vanishing into the night in an instant.
"Hah, pretty fast at running, the coward!"
A look of contempt appeared on Qi Zun's lips.
Suddenly!
The faint sound of air vibrating rang out from the sky as a steel needle shot straight for his brow!
Qi Zun's pupils contracted as he watched helplessly, unable to dodge.
"Watch out, young master!"
An old man suddenly appeared before Qi Zun, assuming a drawing pose with his blade and slashing toward the needle.
Clang!
The long sword cut through the light, colliding with the steel needle.
Sparks flew everywhere!
"Young master, are you alright?"
The old man knocked the needle aside, sheathed his sword, and asked sternly.
Qi Zun, still shaken, his face pale: "I really thought I was going to the underworld just now. Old Mo, lucky you were here!"
Old Mo's face turned grim: "Young master, don't provoke this man with words!"
Qi Zun nodded.
From that needle strike alone, he might never dare to provoke An Yi again for the rest of his life.
Old Mo looked in the direction An Yi had left, his gaze intense.
His hand, holding the sword, trembled uncontrollably, blood trickling down his arm.
To block that steel needle, his tiger mouth had split open, and even his treasured long sword had cracked from the impact.
He was at the mid-stage of Heavenly Stalwart! Yet even receiving a casual strike was this difficult!
Who exactly is this Wang Pockmark?!
"Let's go!"
From afar, the red-dressed woman's figure floated down lightly.
Qi Zun's eyes glowed red, and he said dazedly, "Alright!"
Old Mo felt puzzled and mused, "Young master, is this person..."
Qi Zun glanced at him, his voice chilling: "Do your job as a guard! Stay out of things you shouldn't meddle in!"
The sudden burst of oppressive force made cold sweat break out on Old Mo's forehead. He quickly clasped his hands: "Understood!"
...
Blood, endless blood, dyed the sky red.
Countless people fought on this battlefield.
The sounds of slaughter and shouting echoed between heaven and earth.
Tattered flags flapped noisily in the fierce wind.
Broken spears, damaged swords, bodies...
Ye Tian stared blankly at everything before him, his gaze vacant.
He looked at the halberd in his hand.
Then he looked at the sky, at the figures standing there.
He tried to speak, but realized his voice had turned into a woman's.
Looking at his slender arms, he discovered he had become a woman in red light armor.
The halberd remained unchanged—still the Coiled Dragon Halberd...
What was going on!
Ye Tian was confused.
Slowly, the scenes before him began to blur.
He slowly opened his eyes.
"Oh, you're awake?"
An Yi was busy with a grill, fanning it with a palm-leaf fan, fragrant aromas filling the air.
Ye Tian clutched his head, finding layers of bandages wrapped around it.
Looking down, his body was also wrapped in bandages, layer upon layer.
"I put some ointment on you. You'll recover soon."
An Yi blew on a hot chicken leg, tore off a piece, chewed it, and sprinkled some cumin: "Want some?"
Ye Tian shook his head.
He had just woken up and couldn't stomach such greasy food yet.
"How long have I been unconscious?" Ye Tian asked.
"Three days, just lost too much blood. You're not dying."
An Yi said casually.
Ye Tian calmed down and let out a long sigh of relief.
He felt he had had a long dream.
Very real.
That sense of sorrow and helplessness lingered in his heart, even after waking up for so long.
"What did you dream about?"
An Yi raised an eyebrow, adding: "While you were dreaming, you kept shouting, 'A bunch of beasts, you all deserve to die!'"
Ye Tian was taken aback: "Did I really shout that?"
"You did, and you yelled all night long." An Yi looked at him with a hint of suspicion.
What on earth did this guy dream about to yell like that?
'Don't do it, Jay-Verse style'?
Ye Tian collected his thoughts, hesitated, and said, "If, just if, one day you find out you've turned into a woman, what would you do?"
An Yi raised an eyebrow, interested: "Pretty?"
Ye Tian thought back for a moment and nodded: "Very pretty, drop-dead gorgeous."
An Yi slapped Ye Tian on the shoulder, his face full of gravity: "I'd choose to enjoy myself thoroughly with the young master of this family!"
Ye Tian: "..."
"Oh, this young lad is awake?"
Just then, a ragged old man walked over to the bridge opening.
Ye Tian felt he looked familiar. Recalling, he remembered seeing him once at the Xu Family Restaurant.
Back then, An Yi had invited him in for a meal.
"This is Old Tao, a garbage picker. You saw him last time at the Xu Family Restaurant."
An Yi introduced briefly.
He and Ye Tian were now wanted throughout Qi City.
A bounty of ten thousand gold coins each!
Reporting any information would earn a reward of five gold coins.
So, the entire city was searching for Wang Pockmark and Ye Tian.
Ye Tian was severely injured, needing a place for treatment.
By chance, they ran into Old Tao, the garbage picker under the bridge.
And then Old Tao enthusiastically invited them to stay in the bridge tunnel.
Ye Tian nodded slightly: "Hello."
"Hello, hello."
Old Tao seemed a bit excited, rubbing his hands: "Did you know? Your heads are now worth twenty thousand gold coins each! Twenty thousand gold coins! We're rich now!"
An Yi: "?"
We're rich?
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