An unexpected encounter with the sleeping Little Dragon Girl leads to the annihilation of the Quanzh

After listening, Little Dragon Girl nodded vigorously.

"good!"

As long as I can be with Brother Lin, it doesn't matter where we go.

As long as Brother Lin is happy, that's all that matters.

Lin Ye quickly finished making the shuttlecock.

He handed the uniquely shaped feather shuttlecock to Little Dragon Girl.

"Come on, give it a try."

Little Dragon Girl took the shuttlecock and, curious, tossed it around in her hand.

Then, following Lin Ye's example, she started kicking with her feet.

"one two three……"

She was having a great time, her silvery laughter echoing throughout the room.

Lin Ye looked at her happy smile and smiled back.

He felt that anything he did was worth it to protect that smile.

He stood up, walked to the window, and glanced down at the people of the martial arts world who were still there, looking lost and disoriented.

His eyes were cold.

"Meng Gong".

He called out softly.

The sound wasn't loud, yet it seemed to pierce through the distance of space.

……

Thousands of miles away, on the border of Sichuan.

Meng Gong was in his military tent, looking at the map, deep in thought.

He has been waiting here for several days.

Marshal, there's still no news from over there.

His scouts reported that the marshal, along with his wife, had gone to a small town in Jiangnan.

Then, he got into a fight with Guo Jing and Yang Guo.

These two renowned heroes of our time, have been utterly destroyed.

Meng Gong was completely overwhelmed when he heard the news.

Why is this guy so troublesome?

Didn't you say you were going to solve the problem of the Mongols?

What, you went to Jiangnan to bully your own people?

Now things have really gotten out of hand; the entire martial arts world is in an uproar.

Everyone is saying that you are a demon, and that you are acting on behalf of Heaven to bring about justice.

Although they only talked about it and didn't dare to actually cause you any trouble.

However, this has a bad influence!

You are now the Grand Marshal of the Army of our Great Song Dynasty!

Just when Meng Gong was so worried that his hair was almost turning white.

A familiar voice suddenly rang in his mind.

"Meng Gong".

Meng Gong, startled, suddenly jumped up from his chair.

It's the Marshal!

It's the Marshal's voice!

He quickly bowed and respectfully said, "Your subject is here!"

Although there was no one in front of him.

"Give me a very detailed map of Mongolia."

Lin Ye's voice rang out again.

"Mark the locations of all the important cities and tribes."

"And where is their Great Khan, Möngke, now?"

Meng Gong felt a chill run down his spine.

He knew that the Marshal was finally going to get serious.

He dared not delay and quickly took out the most confidential military map that he had prepared long ago.

"Reporting to the Marshal! Möngke, after being frightened to madness by you at Diaoyu City, has been brought back to their capital, Karakorum, by his brother, Kublai Khan."

"Khara-Korla?"

Lin Ye repeated it.

"understood."

"Deliver the map to Yuelai Inn, Room 1, Top Tier."

After saying that, Lin Ye's voice disappeared.

Meng Gong wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and let out a long sigh of relief.

He immediately summoned his most trusted bodyguard.

"You, immediately, take this map and travel as fast as you can, day and night, to the Yue Lai Inn in Jiangnan, XX City!"

"Remember, you must personally deliver it to the Marshal! There must be no mistakes!"

"yes!"

The personal guards received their orders and departed.

As Meng Gong watched the departing figures of his personal guards, an even more ominous premonition welled up in his heart.

Marshal, this means you're going to single-handedly strike at the heart of the enemy!

If we let him go to Karakorum...

That would be terrible!

That was the heart of the entire Mongol Empire!

If he were there, he would go on a killing spree.

The consequences of that are simply unimaginable.

At that time, the Song Dynasty will likely face more than just the revenge of a Mongol.

Rather, it is an irreconcilable hatred among all the nomadic peoples of the grasslands!

"No!"

Meng Gong slammed his hand on the table.

"I can't let him do that!"

He must stop him!

Even if it costs me my old life!

Meng Gong immediately gave the order.

"Someone! Prepare the horses!"

"I want to go to Jiangnan myself!"

When Meng Gong, anxious and impatient, rushed to Jiangnan.

Dali, Tianlong Temple.

Zhang Junbao finally met the legendary Southern Emperor, Master Yideng.

Master Yideng read Hong Qigong's letter, then looked at the handsome young man with clear eyes before him, and sighed deeply.

"Sigh, never mind, never mind."

"Since this is Seventh Brother's arrangement, then you may stay."

Master Yideng did not, as Hong Qigong said, accept Zhang Junbao as his disciple.

He simply made Zhang Junbao work as a novice monk sweeping the floor at the temple.

Every day, I just sweep the floor, chant some scriptures, and do odd jobs.

Zhang Junbao had no complaints about this.

He was by nature tranquil and unambitious.

He is already very content to have a place to settle down and live a peaceful life, so that he no longer has to suffer from hunger and cold.

However, in the quiet of the night, he would still think of the brother he grew up with.

"Tianbao, how is he now?"

"Did he, under the tutelage of that venerable Master Hong Qigong, diligently learn martial arts?"

"Have you caused any trouble?"

Zhang Junbao's heart was always filled with worry.

On this day, he was in the library, wiping the bookshelves.

Suddenly, a commotion was heard outside.

Curious, he peeked out.

Then, several martial monks, looking hurried, rushed in.

"Abbot! Abbot!"

"Something terrible has happened!"

Master Yideng walked out of the meditation room, his brows slightly furrowed.

"What's wrong? Why are you so panicked?"

"Abbot, it's going crazy outside!"

"A monk said, panting heavily."

"That 'Divine Marshal Lin Ye' crippled Guo Jing and Yang Guo in Jiangnan!"

"Now, he's going to go on a northern expedition alone! To attack the Mongol capital, Karakorum!"

"What?!"

Master Yideng's expression changed drastically.

The elders of Tianlong Temple behind him were also filled with shock.

"Is he crazy?"

"One person, going to attack the capital of a country?"

"He is trying to completely enrage the Mongols, plunging our Great Song Dynasty into an abyss of no return!"

"Amitabha! What a sin, what a sin!"

Master Yideng clasped his hands together, his face showing a compassionate expression.

"No, we can't let him do that!"

"We must stop him!"

An elder said excitedly.

"Stop? How can we stop it?"

Another elder said with a wry smile, "Even Master Guo and Master Yang have been defeated. What use would it be if we went?"

"Are we just going to stand by and watch him create this enormous hole?"

"That concerns the lives of countless people, the very survival of the nation!"

For a time, the entire Tianlong Temple was engulfed in a heated debate.

Zhang Junbao, hiding in a corner, listened to their conversation, his heart also filled with turbulent emotions.

Lin Ye...

He was familiar with this name.

On his wanderings, he heard far too many legends about this person.

Some people say he is a god.

Some people say he is a demon.

However, without exception, they all acknowledged that he possessed world-destroying power.

Now, this god-like man is going to challenge a vast empire all by himself.

Zhang Junbao couldn't imagine what kind of scene that would be.

He felt that even breathing had become difficult.

Just then, Master Yideng suddenly turned his gaze to him.

"Junbao".

"Disciple is here."

Zhang Junbao quickly came out.

"You, come down the mountain."

Master Yideng looked at him and spoke slowly.

"Go to Jiangnan and find Marshal Lin."

"Then, give him this letter."

Master Yideng took out a letter that he had already written from his bosom.

"Abbot, this..."

Zhang Junbao was somewhat at a loss.

"Go."

Master Yideng's eyes were deep and complex.

"This is your destiny."

"Yes, it's your choice."

Zhang Junbao, holding the letter, walked out of Tianlong Temple.

He felt utterly lost.

He didn't know why he was doing this.

He didn't know if he could find Marshal Lin, who was elusive and rarely seen.

He had no idea that he, a mere sweeping monk, had no right to meet that peerless figure who had defeated even Guo Jing and Yang Guo.

However, a master's command is hard to disobey.

He could only walk step by step toward that unknown world of martial arts.

This was his first time truly stepping into the world of martial arts.

It was also the first time he faced a major life choice.

He had no idea what kind of changes this trip would bring to the world.

He had no idea what kind of turning point this journey would bring to his own destiny.

He just had a vague feeling about it.

From this moment on, my life will no longer be ordinary.

……

Yuelai Inn.

Meng Gong's personal guards finally arrived.

He respectfully presented the most confidential military map to Lin Ye.

Lin Ye opened the map and took a look.

The map was drawn in great detail.

Mountains, rivers, cities, and tribes are all clearly marked.

Lin Ye's gaze quickly locked onto a location that had been highlighted.

Hara and Lin.

The heart of the Mongol Empire.

"Hmm, not bad."

Lin Ye nodded in satisfaction.

He put away the map and glanced at the travel-worn personal guard.

"Go back and tell Meng Gong."

"Make him ready to receive the entire territory of Mongolia."

After he finished speaking, he waved his hand.

The guard felt a blur before his eyes.

The next second, he was already outside the inn.

In his hand, there was a heavy bag of gold.

The guards were stunned for a long time before they reacted.

He faced the direction of the inn and kowtowed three times heavily.

Then, without stopping, they headed towards Sichuan.

Lin Ye was in a great mood after receiving the map.

He glanced out the window at the bright, clear moon.

"Long'er, it's time for us to set off."

He stretched and said.

"Um."

Little Dragon Girl put down the shuttlecock in her hand and obediently walked to his side.

Lin Ye took her hand, but instead of walking, they went up the stairs.

Instead, he simply walked out the window.

Their bodies, like weightless feathers, slowly drifted into the night sky.

They stopped in the sky above the small town.

Lin Ye looked down and glanced at the inn, which was still brightly lit.

His gaze seemed to pierce through the roof.

I see him there, kneeling on the ground, looking utterly dejected—that's Guo Jing.

I see him there, sitting in the courtyard, sighing and complaining—that's Huang Yaoshi.

I saw it. Yang Guo, hiding in the corner, silently shedding tears.

A faint, mocking smile curled at the corner of Lin Ye's lips.

"A bunch of pathetic insects."

He shook his head and ignored it.

He held Little Dragon Girl in his arms, transformed into a black streak of light, and shot towards the northern sky.

That speed was faster than a shooting star.

In the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the deep night.

In the instant he left.

Everyone in the inn felt something.

They all looked up at the northern sky, as if by unspoken agreement.

They knew that the man was gone.

He really did go on the Northern Expedition alone.

A complex and indescribable emotion welled up in everyone's heart.

There was fear, worry, anticipation, and even a hint of inexplicable excitement.

They didn't know whether this man's journey to the north would be smooth sailing or filled with enemies from all over the world.

All they knew was that, from this night forward, the world would never be at peace again.

Hara and Lin.

The capital of the Mongol Empire.

This magnificent city, built on the grassland, is now shrouded in an atmosphere of oppression and panic.

The Great Khan, Möngke, has gone mad.

The news spread rapidly through the city like a plague.

It is said that the Great Khan was terrified by the sorcery of a southerner at the foot of Diaoyu City.

After returning, he became moody and erratic.

Every day, in his own golden tent, he would shout and yell, saying that there were ghosts coming to take his life.

He also killed all his personal guards.

He even personally killed his most beloved concubines.

The entire Mongol royal family and nobility were helpless in the face of this.

They could only place their hopes on Kublai Khan, Möngke's younger brother.

Kublai Khan was the fourth brother of Möngke Khan.

Unlike his brothers, he did not admire force or enjoy conquering the world.

He preferred Han Chinese culture, enjoyed reading, and liked interacting with the literati and scholars of the Central Plains.

Therefore, he was never well-liked among the Mongol nobles who only knew how to shoot eagles with bows.

They felt that Kublai Khan was too "soft" and not like a descendant of Genghis Khan.

But now, when that "toughest" Khan has gone mad.

They then realized that perhaps only Kublai Khan, the most "soft" one, could save this empire from its imminent collapse.

At this moment, in a mansion decorated in a style reminiscent of the Central Plains.

Kublai Khan, facing a chess game that was halfway through, frowned deeply.

Opposite him sat a middle-aged monk wearing a monk's robe.

The monk had a withered face, but his eyes were unusually bright.

His name is Zi Cong.

He was Kublai Khan's most trusted advisor.

"Master, what should I do now?"

Kublai Khan threw the chess piece back into the chess box and asked irritably.

"My older brother has completely gone mad."

"Those princes and ministers in the court are all pressuring me to take their place."

"But if I really did that, wouldn't I become a usurper, a traitorous rebel?"

"How will history record my story in the future?"

Zi Cong smiled slightly upon hearing this.

He picked up a black piece and gently placed it on the center point of the chessboard.

"Your Highness, you are too attached to appearances."

He spoke slowly.

"History has always been written by the victors."

"As long as you can lead Great Mongolia to unprecedented glory."

"Who cares how you obtained your Khanate?"

Kublai Khan remained silent.

He knew that Zi Cong was right.

However, he had an even bigger concern in his heart.

"Master, I understand everything you're saying."

"But, um, the Southerners..."

Kublai Khan's voice trembled slightly as he spoke.

"That guy, Lin Ye, is from the south."

"What exactly is he?"

"Big brother, he scared me to death."

"The battle reports from the front say that he could slaughter an army of 100,000 with a wave of his hand."

"Do you believe something like that?"

Kublai Khan looked at Zicong, his eyes filled with confusion and fear.

Zi Cong's smile also disappeared.

He remained silent for a moment before slowly saying, "Your Highness, this humble monk does not believe it either."

"However, the defeat of the 300,000-strong army is a fact."

"The Khan's madness is also a fact."

"Some things have already exceeded our cognitive scope."

"The only thing we can do now is to prepare for the worst."

"The worst-case scenario?"

Kublai Khan frowned.

"Yes."

Zi Cong's gaze became extremely solemn.

"If Lin Ye truly possesses god-like or demonic power."

"Then, what if he's not satisfied with just repelling us?"

"What if he... calls?"

Zi Cong's words were like a bucket of cold water poured over Kublai Khan from head to toe.

It sent a chill down his spine instantly.

Yes.

How could he not have thought of that?

That man, since he was able to easily defeat an army of 300,000.

Then, he too could easily flatten the entire grassland!

What will they use to resist then?

With their proud iron cavalry?

Or should we use those vulnerable, flesh-and-blood bodies?

"No...no way..."

Kublai Khan muttered to himself, as if comforting himself, or perhaps trying to persuade Zicong.

"He was just a southerner."

"Southerners are all cowardly sheep."

"They only know how to guard their own little plot of land."

"They do not have the ambition of us Mongols to conquer the world."

"Yeah?"

Zi Cong asked in return.

"A sheep capable of slaughtering 100,000 people?"

Kublai Khan was speechless.

He felt like prey about to be targeted by a hunter.

That unknown fear made him restless.

Just then.

One of the commanders, responsible for guarding the royal city, scrambled in.

His face was filled with terror.

"Your Highness! Something terrible has happened!"

"Something...something terrible has happened!"

Kublai Khan's heart sank; he had a very bad premonition.

"What's the panic!"

He shouted sternly, "The sky hasn't fallen yet!"

"Yes...yes, the sky has fallen!"

The commander was almost in tears.

He pointed to the southern sky above the capital and spoke incoherently.

"South...south! In the southern sky!"

"There's...there's someone flying over!"

"What?!"

Kublai Khan and Zicong stood up from their seats at the same time.

They, without prior arrangement, thought of a name that made their very souls tremble.

Lin Ye!

He really came!

The two rushed out of the mansion and into the courtyard.

They looked up at the southern sky.

There, on the clear blue sky, lay a breathtaking vista.

A tiny black dot is rapidly expanding at an incredible speed.

Soon, they saw it clearly.

That was indeed a person.

A man dressed in black.

He was also holding a woman in white in his arms.

They did not rely on anything.

And just like that, it appeared out of thin air, suspended above Harahorim.

Like two deities looking down upon the ants of humanity.

At that moment, the entire Harahorlin fell into a deathly silence.

All the Mongols who witnessed this scene stopped what they were doing.

They looked up, mouths agape, staring blankly at the two figures in the sky.

Their minds were blank.

In their hearts, only the most primal fear remained.

"He...he really...can fly..."

Kublai Khan muttered to himself, his legs went weak, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

Zi Cong, who was next to him, was also pale-faced and trembling like a leaf.

He chanted Buddhist scriptures his whole life.

He thought he had seen through life and death, and understood the ways of the mortal world.

But today, he realized it.

Before absolute, divine power.

His so-called Buddhist teachings are utterly laughable and utterly vulnerable.

"Quick! Quick! Fire the arrows! Shoot him down!"

One of the clueless Mongol generals finally snapped out of his shock.

He drew his scimitar, pointed it at Lin Ye in the sky, and roared at the top of his lungs.

However, his words had barely left his lips.

Lin Ye in the sky merely glanced at him indifferently.

next second.

That general was like a tomato that had been crushed by an unseen giant hand.

With a "bang," it exploded on the spot, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

Not even a single intact bone remained.

This bloody and bizarre scene became the final straw that broke the psychological defenses of all the Mongols.

"ah--!!"

"It's the devil! The devil sent by the Eternal Heaven to punish us!"

"Run! Run faster!"

The entire Harakhrin was in complete chaos.

Countless Mongols scattered and fled like headless flies.

All they wanted was to escape this city, which was being targeted by the devil.

Kublai Khan, looking at this scene that resembled the end of the world, was filled with despair.

He knew it was over.

The Great Mongol Empire is finished.

Genghis Khan established this vast empire that spanned Eurasia.

Today, we are about to be destroyed by this devil from the South.

He slowly closed his eyes, awaiting death.