Kill the enemy and get a wife? I'll single-handedly slaughter my way through the Northern Barba

Zhenyuan City, a secluded spot.

The air was somewhat murky, carrying a hint of stuffiness and an earthy smell.

Leng Ji sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and listened to the sounds outside; all was silent.

He held a sword in his hand, its blade a vibrant crimson, as if stained with fresh blood.

The only light source was a bead, which he placed on his lap for illumination.

Leng Ji held a sword in one hand and a white cloth in the other, constantly wiping the surface of the longsword.

Again and again, and again.

Leng Ji tirelessly wiped his longsword, but scenes from many years ago floated into his mind.

He was ambushed during a mission and his life was in danger.

He thought he was going to die, but then he met someone, someone who changed his destiny.

When Leng Ji first saw the young man, he was noble, handsome, and mature beyond his years.

He saved Leng Ji's life and gave Leng Ji wealth that he could never attain in his lifetime.

However, he did not ask for anything in return from Leng Ji.

Leng Ji never owed anyone a favor and was eager to repay him.

The young man only asked Leng Ji to wait, and that wait lasted for ten years.

Ten years later, Leng Ji married, had children, and lived in seclusion in the mountains.

He himself had almost forgotten the boy and the promise he made to him.

One morning, someone found the valley, shattering the peace of Leng Ji's family.

Leng Ji left the valley again with his sword to repay the favor he owed ten years ago.

Leng Ji never expected that this favor would be so heavy.

It was so heavy that he might never be able to go home again to see his wife and children.

Leng Ji wiped the longsword faster and faster, and the longsword became increasingly red under Leng Ji's wiping.

"Old buddy, let's fight one more time tonight."

Leng Ji spoke softly to the sword.

"If we return home alive, we can truly retire from this life of crime."

The crimson longsword emitted a soft hum, as if in response to his words...

At the second quarter of midnight, in front of the main gate of the temporary palace.

The second prince of the Northern Barbarians, Nanmuhe, and Prince Qin, Li Yan, emerged side by side.

Nanmuhe was ruddy-faced and walked with a slight sway; he had drunk ten jugs of Sanlejiang wine that night.

"Your Highness, the wine you drank today was... absolutely wonderful."

"Could you perhaps purchase some more from the Western Regions and send them to me?"

"I am willing to pay double! No! Triple!"

After tonight, they will be able to return home in triumph. Nanmuhe drank to his heart's content and had a great time.

King Qin, Li Yan, looked up and laughed: "Very well, I will buy ten jars for His Highness Nanmuhe and send them to Shenwu City."

"No need for silver; consider it a gift from me to His Highness Nanmuhe."

Nanmuhe's eyes lit up: "Agreed! Your Highness, you always keep your word! I'll be waiting for your fine wine in Shenwu City, hahaha!"

Prince Qin, Li Yan, and others escorted Nanmuhe and his companions to the end of the street before they were persuaded to stop.

"Your Highness, please wait!"

Nanmuhe glanced ahead and said, "We'll reach the post station a little further on; we can go there ourselves."

"Your Highness, you've had quite a bit to drink tonight, you should go back and rest!"

Qin King Li Yan was walking with a slight sway, and Nan Muhe was worried that Li Yan would faint on the spot.

"Alright."

King Li Yan of Qin steadied himself and bid farewell to Nan Muhe and other officials from the northern barbarians.

As they walked further apart, Prince Zhou, Li Ji, said softly, "This Prince Nanmuhe is quite a straightforward man. It's a pity he's a northern barbarian, not a Han Chinese."

Prince Li Zhen of Jin glanced at Li Ji and chuckled, "Hmph! The northern barbarians are fierce and cruel. Fourth brother, don't be fooled by their appearance."

King Li Yan of Qin waved his hand, looking slightly tired.

"The next time I see Namkh is probably on the battlefield."

"Leave the future to the future. It's getting late, let's go back and rest!"

The cold wind was howling tonight. King Qin, Li Yan, had drunk too much Sanlejiang (a type of liquor), and the cold wind made him feel dizzy and lightheaded.

Li Yan muttered to himself that he had neglected his martial arts practice recently, and his health seemed to be much worse than usual.

He shouldn't be this drunk given his alcohol tolerance...

"Your Highness, are you alright?"

Seeing that Li Yan was unsteady on his feet, Bi Fang came to help him up.

"It's alright!"

Li Yan waved her hand to indicate that she was fine.

The group turned around and had only taken a couple of steps when they suddenly heard a sharp whistling sound.

"Whoosh!"

"call out--"

"Whoosh!"

"call out--"

Bi Fang's expression changed slightly, and he immediately blocked King Qin, Li Yan.

Lin Feng quickly determined the direction and pointed behind him.

"That's the street! The Northern Barbarian delegation has been attacked!"

What?!

The King of Qin, the King of Zhou, and others looked up and saw a hail of rockets hurtling toward the northern barbarian delegation in the distance.

"An assassin? Quickly, come with me to their rescue!"

"Your Highness!"

Fang Hui grabbed Prince Qin, Li Yan, and said, "Tonight's attack was suspicious. Your Highness, please return to the palace immediately."

"General Lin, please go and rescue the Northern Barbarian delegation immediately!"

King Qin, Li Yan, naturally refused to return, and made a move to shake off Fang Hui's hand: "What can a mere assassin do to me? Let go!"

Fang Hui refused to let go, saying, "Your Highness, the Prince of Qin is of inestimable strength; you mustn't venture into dangerous territory alone!"

"You see, General Lin and the others have already gone over there. With General Lin there, they won't be in danger."

Fang Hui was worried that the attacking enemy might have an ambush, so he resolutely refused to let Li Yan take any risks.

Zhang Liao, who had come to escort the Northern Barbarian delegation, also softly advised Prince Qin, Li Yan, to return.

The scene of Zhang Liao being wounded is still vivid in my mind; he had fallen for the enemy's feint.

Despite Fang Hui's desperate attempts to dissuade him and the persuasion of Zhang Liao and others, Li Yan had no choice but to lead the two kings and some civil and military officials, including Zhang Liao, back to their respective locations.

On the distant long street, Getu angrily smashed a roadside stall, using the wreckage as a weapon to defend himself against the assassin's attack.

"Despicable traitors of the Han! We've fallen for the Han people's trick!"

"Your Highness, I told you long ago that Han people cannot be trusted!"

Nanmuhe dodged left and right, casually shooting out a dagger.

"Whoosh!"

The dagger struck the assassin squarely in the throat, shooting out from behind his neck and killing the assassins behind him as well.

"Stop talking nonsense, get onto the roof first and kill the archers!"

Nanmuhe was surprised and puzzled, wondering who the other party was.

Could it really be an ambush prepared by Li Yan?

Wouldn't it be a better opportunity to stay in the temporary palace?

Why choose this location?

Despite his confusion, Nanmuhesan climbed quickly, leaping onto the roof in a couple of bounds.

They charged forward despite the assassins' arrows.

"Snap!"

Nanmuhe dodged continuously, but then punched the archer in the back, breaking his bow, and twisted his neck sharply.

"Click!"

The archer died on the spot. They were fighting fiercely when they suddenly heard a voice from behind.

"Your Highness, be careful!"

Lin Feng, who was ten steps away, suddenly threw a flying knife.

The throwing knife seemed to be heading straight for Nanmuhe's head!

Nanmuhe was startled and instinctively dodged backward.

But then, with a "clang," Lin Feng's throwing knife knocked an arrow to the ground.

"Lin Feng, are you here to kill me?"

Although Nanmuhe was rescued by Lin Feng, he still harbored doubts.

Upon hearing this, Lin Feng stretched out his hands: "Your Highness Nanmuhe, I have no weapons on me. Have you ever seen such an assassin?"

Looking down, Nanmuhe saw that Li Ping'an, Lü Zheng, and others who had come with Lin Feng were all fighting with their bare fists.

The Northern Barbarian delegation at least had various musical instruments gifted by Li Yan that could serve as weapons and shields, while the people from the Great Qian Dynasty didn't have a single weapon.

Nanmuhe immediately understood that Lin Feng and the others had also come in haste to help.

"Brother Lin, I'm so sorry!" Nanmuhe apologized. "I don't know what's going on either. Let's repel the enemy first, then we can talk about other things!"

Lin Feng shouted, "Alright, let's join forces to repel the enemy! Kill!"

As they were talking, more than a hundred people suddenly emerged from the alleys on both sides of the street and surrounded the Northern Barbarian delegation and Lin Feng and his group.

Another fierce battle has broken out!