Unparalleled Evildoer

Chapter 112: Nothing in the End
Han Xiaoting said intermittently: "I give you this golden bell on my ear as a reward. It was originally a pair, but one was taken away by Huo Biao. It's a pity that I couldn't kill this dog thief in heaven."

Wuzhan hurriedly whispered in his ear: "He has been killed by Bixia Yuanjun!"

"If that's the case, then I can die with my eyes closed. It's a pity that I have never seen my daughter and don't know what she looks like."

"She is beautiful!" Wuzhan murmured.

"Her mother saved me at the cliff of love suicide and brought me back to my senses. I always thought it was a dream, that I dreamed of a fairy, but I never thought it was real. I don't know why she saved me, blinded my eyes, why she left, why..." The voice gradually became blurred and inaudible, and finally left sadly.

Wuzhan took off the golden bell and put the book "The Secret of Immortality" into the Qiankun Jade. He sighed and said to himself, "I wonder how she would feel when she learned that her father, whom she had never met, had passed away. Whether she has gotten over the pain of losing her mother, or whether she still hates me." He picked up the sword and dug a pit more than ten feet long next to the corpse. He dragged Han Xiaoting's body into it, and poured the excavated soil back to cover it. After doing all this, he was sweating profusely and fell to the ground exhausted.

He turned around and looked at Ping Qingjue on the other side, and shook his head helplessly. He knew that although Ping Qingjue was unrivaled in the world in swordsmanship, he was trapped by love and was discouraged. What is love? It is really hard to explain and understand.

When he walked to Ping Qingjue, he found that half of his face and head had collapsed, but one eye was still wide open, which was extremely terrifying. Wuzhan reached out to close it, but found that tears of blood were flowing from that eye. Wuzhan was not scared this time, because he knew that Ping Qingjue was not dead yet, and his chest was still rising and falling slightly, as if he was recalling his past experiences.

At that time, the golden crow was setting in the west, the river and the sky were alike on fire, the green mountains and the vastness were dependent on each other, and suddenly Ping Qingjue laughed miserably and hoarsely, "Even if God grants our wishes, it will be nothing in the end. I came here crying, so why not leave with a big laugh!" After that, he waved his sleeves and threw out a beast skin book, which hit Wuzhan in the chest. Then, the long sword in Wuzhan's hand flew out with a "swish" sound, and after flying into the air, the sword rang with a "hum", and fell straight down with a sharp sword intent, instantly piercing the heart. Ping Qingjue stopped laughing and stopped breathing.

Wuzhan was saddened by this scene, it turned out that he committed suicide.

He picked up the animal skin book and found it was a book on swordsmanship. Without looking at it carefully, he put it into the Qiankun Jade. Then he buried Ping Qingjue and inserted the sword in front of the mound.

The Jade Rabbit rose in the east, the river wind was bleak, and looking at the two earthen mounds, he suddenly remembered that if Yuanjun blocked the gap, this place would be flooded again, the earthen tomb would be destroyed, and the corpse would float to the surface. So he found stones under the moonlight and piled them on top. Although he knew this was not a good idea, he did not have the physical strength to move to a higher place. It just made him feel a little relieved. The body was just a handful of soil and it would be the same wherever he stayed.

……

Wuzhan traveled for more than ten miles at night before he saw a few sparsely populated houses. It was late at night and there was no one around, so he didn't want to disturb them. Suddenly he thought of Wanjiao and felt warm in his heart. He searched for a long time before he found an uncovered fishing boat on the shore. He untied the rope and, with a lot of effort, he quietly pushed the boat into the water. He got on board and gently rowed for a while. After mastering the technique, he gradually rowed away from the river bank.

After rowing to the middle of the river and drifting downstream, Wuzhan stopped rowing, curled up and went to sleep. A cool breeze blew, the boat swayed, and the more he curled up, the colder he felt. Helplessly, he took out the "Secret of Immortality" and flipped through it in the moonlight. The content was basically the same as what Wuzhan had made up for Xiao Yuzhen, except that it was more specific, explaining how to breathe in and nourish qi, and cultivate one's body and mind. Wuzhan tried it according to what was described, and once again verified that the true qi in his body was empty and he was unable to condense qi. He felt at ease and put the book away.

Looking up at the sky, the stars are few and far between. Thinking back to what happened in the past few days, she is still frightened. She wonders whether the Heavenly Court will notice that the two gods have been killed. And if those people in the court find out that Huo Biao is dead, will they suspect Yuanjun? If they suspect her, then she will be in danger. But on second thought, there is no evidence since the person is dead, and those people did not witness it with their own eyes, so there is no point in suspecting. Besides, after Yuanjun recovers from her injuries, those stinky Taoists will not dare to do anything.

What is puzzling is how those stinky Taoists could walk with the gods. Did the Heavenly Court really send people to help Ying Zheng become a god? But through observation, it seems not to be the case. Their purposes are different. It is very likely that Huo Biao has mixed in and used them to take away the Xirang. And there is the Anti-Heaven Sect. From what Han Xiaoting said, they do have a deep hatred for the Heavenly Court. Do they really want to kill their way into the Heavenly Court? If, as Zhuo Qing said, there are gods everywhere in the Heavenly Palace, how can they achieve it with their help? However, if there is a chance in the future, I must learn more about this Anti-Heaven Sect.

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The night finally passed. When I saw the rising red sun, my stomach started growling again. I estimated that it would take another half day to reach the sacred tree, so I could only endure the hunger.

Suddenly, he heard a strange cry, Wuzhan looked in the direction of the sound, and saw thousands of birds and beasts flying behind him, like dark clouds covering the sky, layer upon layer, sweeping towards him, noisy and piercing. The birds were huge, mostly vultures, horned eagles, and black eagles, with a wingspan of more than ten feet long, sharp beaks and claws, flapping their wings and flying low. Wuzhan's heart trembled, so many birds and beasts, coming in groups, they must have been summoned, could it be that another monster has appeared in the world?

In a flash, flocks of birds and beasts covered the top of the head, so dense that they covered the entire sky. Their huge wings overlapped and intertwined, making rumbling sounds as they flew towards the southeast, which was a creepy thing.

A vulture saw someone on the boat, screamed, swooped down, and opened its sharp claws to grab Wuzhan. Wuzhan felt bad, there was nowhere to hide on the boat, and if he was caught, he would be taken to a high altitude and smashed to pieces, becoming their meal. Without thinking, he jumped into the water.

As soon as Wuzhan entered the water, he heard a "swish" sound on the boat board, leaving two deep claw marks. The fishing boat almost capsized. Seeing the prey fall into the water, the vulture yelped, flapped its wings, skimmed across the water, and rose back into the dark group of birds and beasts.

The river water was icy cold, and Wuzhan's legs cramped immediately. He was afraid that the birds and beasts would come again, so he held his breath and dared not show his head. In a few breaths, the birds and beasts flew into the sky, leaving behind a fishy smell. Wuzhan emerged from the water, gasped for breath, and then struggled to flip onto the fishing boat. He looked at the direction where the birds and beasts went away, and he had a hunch that the birds and beasts might have gone to Yanmen Pass.

While he was thinking about it, a giant golden-winged eagle flew over in front of him, carrying a green-faced Taoist priest on its back. Wuzhan saw it and was overjoyed, thinking that it was Lingkongzi and Jinxingzi who came to find him.

"Look! It's the little master I found!" Jin Xingzi shouted in surprise.

"I flew here and found my little master. What does it have to do with you?" Ling Kongzi said angrily.

"You are a headless fly. If it were not for my brilliant plan, you would be flying around in nowhere." Jin Xingzi argued.

Lingkongzi snorted and said, "Everyone knows that our young master will turn danger into safety and come back from here. It's none of your business!" The two of them chattered non-stop until they slowly landed on the fishing boat.

Wuzhan asked, "Did you bring any food?"

Jin Xingzi chuckled and said, "I'm really thoughtful. I know that the young master must be very hungry." Then he took out two pieces of roasted horse meat wrapped in leaves from his arms and handed them to Wuzhan.

Ling Kongzi made a "tsk" sound, "Shenmu's corvées have been eating this rotten meat these days."

Wuzhan ate the horse meat with big mouthfuls while asking, "Where is the second brother now?"

Jin Xingzi said, "He has returned to Xianyang. Let us wait here for our young master to come back." The two of them chatted with each other and briefly recounted to Wuzhan what had happened in the past few days.

After Wuzhan was taken away by Bixia, Meng Yi led the remaining thousands of cavalry down the mountain. The river water that burst out had formed a vast river. Fortunately, the area was sparsely populated and not many people were affected. They returned along the river bank and saw many corpses of Xiongnu cavalry along the way, but did not find Huyan Lieri and Qiulinshan. It took them two days to return to Shenmu. The flood had already flooded Shangjun, and the wall of Yanchi had become a river dam, but it was soon washed away. The flood also destroyed many villages and lands in Shangjun, and finally merged into the Weishui River in Xianyang and flowed into the Yellow River. Wang Ben had already returned to Xianyang, and the soldiers who stayed in Yancheng withdrew to Yulin after encountering the flood.

After Meng Yi returned to Shenmu, before he could wait for the victory report to the court, he received an imperial edict that the Yuezhi army was approaching Longxi, and the Donghu and Xianbei had entered Liaoxi. The imperial edict ordered 80,000 infantry to return to Xianyang to garrison. There was no mention of Meng Yi and the 20,000 cavalry, probably because they thought they had died in Jiuyuan.

Meng Yi did not expect that these small countries would collude with the Huns to invade. Seeing that the situation was extremely unfavorable to the Qin Dynasty and his elder brother was in danger, he needed to return to the court as soon as possible to discuss countermeasures to deal with this disaster. So he left a letter and a jade pendant, and ordered Lingkongzi and Jinxingzi to stay in Shenmu. After Wuzhe returned, he rushed to Yanmen to relieve the siege of Yanmen. He then led 80,000 infantry and 5,000 cavalry back to Xianyang to report.

After hearing this, Wuzhan hesitated. If these small border countries invaded together with the Huns, they could take over half of Qin or even divide it. Isn't this the situation he wanted? Isn't this what Princess Yu wanted to see?

But thinking that the invasion by foreign races would be even more brutal than that of the Qin Dynasty, the Chinese people would be devastated, this was a result he did not want. Moreover, no one knew who had the five-colored stone now. If the situation became turbulent, where would he find it? Since he had already embarked on this path, he had to continue no matter what, and he had already promised Yuan Jun.

After Wuzhan had eaten his fill, he said, "Let's go to Yanmen!"

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Inside the military tent at Yanmen Pass, all the lieutenants were silent. Meng Tian was at a loss as to what to do. He had just received an urgent order from the emperor ordering him to lead his troops to Liaoxi as quickly as possible to resist the invading barbarians. But if he left, the Xiongnu leader would surely launch a fierce attack and the city gate would be lost. But if he did not go, not only would he be disobeying the emperor's order, but the northeastern counties would fall into the hands of the Donghu and Xianbei. He was truly in a dilemma.

"Report!" A soldier rushed in from outside the tent, knelt down and presented a letter.

Meng Tian opened the letter, read it for a moment, slapped the table, and shouted "Cheers!" "Well done, ..., if this person can come to help me, maybe I can get out of this predicament!"

(End of this chapter)