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

Su Wan'er felt uneasy; it was bad luck for the groom not to be in the bridal chamber on their wedding night.

Song Yuwei's beautiful eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"It's been so long, and the treatment is still not over. It's clear that General Zhang's injuries are quite serious."

"Sister Wan'er, your husband definitely won't be able to come tonight."

"The northern barbarians are attacking outside the city, and General Zhang's fate inside the city is unknown. My husband can't leave."

After leaving Caiyun Street, the two of them didn't go back to the courtyard where Lin Feng rented.

They were taken directly to the general's mansion to prevent the assassins from committing further violence.

Upon hearing this, Su Wan'er nervously twisted her fingers together.

"With such a thing happening on our wedding day, my husband must be feeling very upset."

"People say that my heterochromatic eyes are unlucky and will bring bad luck to men."

"I didn't believe it at first, but today... will my husband despise me?"

Su Wan'er was uneasy, worried that Lin Feng would dislike her.

Suddenly, a pair of warm hands grasped hers, and Song Yuwei smiled sweetly.

"Silly sister, my husband is a capable hero; why would he believe such idle gossip?"

"Furthermore, today's events have certainly disrupted our marriage."

"But it is of great benefit to my husband's career."

Su Wan'er's eyes were slightly red. She raised her head and met Song Yuwei's gaze.

"Really?" Su Wan'er asked, still somewhat skeptical.

"Would I lie to you? My husband saved General Zhang's life today. Whether General Zhang survives or not, my husband deserves all the credit."

Song Yuwei pulled Su Wan'er toward the dining table.

"So you can rest assured, your husband will never despise you."

"Our future will surely be prosperous and peaceful."

The General's Mansion, the inner courtyard, inside Zhang Liao's residence.

Zhang Liao's courtyard was surrounded by guards so tightly that not even a fly could get in.

The room was brightly lit, and occasionally one could see shadowy figures moving around inside.

Inside the courtyard, Lin Feng, Su Mo, and a craftsman in his forties sat together, studying the sword that Lin Feng had captured.

The craftsman's name was Kuai Xiang, and he was the master craftsman of the armory in Zhenyuan City.

He has been forging swords for twenty years, and no one in the city is more experienced than him.

Lin Feng saw that Kuai Xiang had been examining the sword for a long time, sometimes tapping the blade and sometimes stroking the edge, but he did not say a word.

He couldn't help but ask softly, "Master Kuai, have you noticed anything?"

Kuai Xiang tapped the sword one last time, listening carefully to the sound, so that he could make a decision.

"Lord Su, Lord Lin, if I am not mistaken, this sword should be the work of the Northern Barbarian's top swordsmith."

"The sword is made using the process of refining steel and incorporates a type of blue stone ore, a specialty of the Northern Barbarians."

"Please look at the light blue ripples on this sword. They are caused by the incorporation of blue stone ore after it has been refined."

Kuai Xiang stroked his beard and said, "As far as I know, only military officers of the rank of centurion or above in the Northern Barbarians are equipped with this kind of weapon."

Military officers of the rank of centurion or above?

Lin Feng frowned slightly, his doubts growing.

"Could the person I fought on Caiyun Street be a military officer from the Northern Barbarians? Would the Northern Barbarians send military officers into the city to infiltrate beforehand?"

It would be a waste of talent to have a military officer who can lead thousands or even tens of thousands of troops become an assassin; no country uses its talent in this way.

Just as Lin Feng was puzzled, Su Mo suddenly had a clue: "Lord Lin, the one you were fighting was probably not a military officer, but a Northern Barbarian secret guard!"

"The Northern Barbarian Guards? Mr. Su, please elaborate!"

"The Northern Barbarian Dark Guard is directly under the Northern Barbarian royal family. Its leader is the Northern Barbarian National Preceptor, who is extremely capable and has a high level of political acumen. In just five years, he has become a trusted confidant of the Northern Barbarian Emperor."

A look of reminiscence crossed Su Mo's face.

"When I was in Liaodong, I fought against the Northern Barbarians' secret guards."

"The Northern Barbarian Guards have twelve commanders, all of whom are disciples of the Northern Barbarian National Preceptor."

"These twelve individuals each possess unique abilities, leading the secret guards in clandestine operations, specializing in assassinations, intelligence gathering, and other such tasks."

"Six years ago, the Northern Barbarians' secret guards collaborated with the Mohe people to assassinate the Duke of Dingguo. They were discovered by our Liaodong army and severely damaged. Our Liaodong also suffered considerable losses. So many years have passed in the blink of an eye."

As he spoke, he pointed to the light blue longsword: "The members of the secret guards have a superior status, so even if they are not high-ranking military officers, there will be key members equipped with this kind of sword."

I see……

Lin Feng listened intently. At first glance, the Northern Barbarian Secret Guard sounded just like the Embroidered Uniform Guard.

"Mr. Su, what is the background of that Northern Barbarian National Preceptor? How could he possibly have formed such an organization?"

Su Mo pondered for a moment and said, "I know very little about the Northern Barbarian National Preceptor. I only know that the National Preceptor is almost supernaturally intelligent, and that the Northern Barbarians' ability to conquer Shuo and Feng provinces is largely due to him."

"As for what he looks like and how old he is, few people know."

"The only thing that can be confirmed is that the Northern Barbarian National Preceptor is a Taoist and likes to wear Tai Chi robes."

Taoist priest?

Lin Feng was secretly surprised that a Taoist priest had gotten involved in the national war.

"Since there are Northern Barbarian secret guards in the city, this matter is not over yet. We must dig out all the hidden secret guards..."

"Squeak—"

Before Lin Feng could finish speaking, the door to Zhang Liao's room suddenly opened.

An elderly gentleman with white hair and beard emerged, surrounded by a group of doctors.

Lin Feng, Su Mo, Zhang Lu, and others hurriedly went to greet them.

"Mr. Zhang, how is the general's injury?" Su Mo asked anxiously.

Zhang Jing, a renowned physician in Zhenyuan City, is seventy-two years old this year and is skilled in treating injuries from swords and knives, as well as various rare poisons.

Despite his advanced age, he remains remarkably energetic.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Jing took out a prescription that listed the medicines and some items.

"Lord Su, I will need these medicinal herbs and items in a moment. Please send someone to prepare them first, and then I will discuss the details with you."

Su Mo took the prescription, glanced at it, and handed it to Zhang Lu: "Zhang Lu, go and prepare it quickly."

After Zhang Lu left to carry out his orders, the old doctor began to recount his story.

"General Zhang's injuries have basically stabilized. The superficial wounds are secondary; the real problem is the silver needle in General Zhang's back."

"The silver needles are tainted with the 'poison of the Wind Fox Beast,' and the poison has already entered the internal organs and bones."

The poison of the Wind Fox Beast?

Su Mo, Lin Feng, and the others looked at each other in bewilderment.

Not only did they not know, but other healers also did not know what a Wind Fox Beast was.

One of the doctors asked, "Mr. Zhang, what is a Wind Fox Beast? I've never heard of such a creature before."

Mr. Zhang Jing stroked his beard and said, "The world is full of wonders. The 'Records of Strange Things in Tianshan' describes it as follows: 'The Wind Fox is shaped like a white ape, with red eyes and a short tail like a fox.'"

"The wind fox can ride the wind and eat spiders and centipedes. Its urine and milk, when boiled with other medicines, can cure wind-related diseases."

"The urine and milk of the Wind Fox can cure diseases, but if its liver and gallbladder are taken and combined with the fresh blood of the Wind Fox, a strange poison can be made, which is the poison of the Wind Fox."

"It's just that it's extremely difficult to concoct this kind of rare poison, and a single Wind Fox Beast can only produce so much poison."

At this point, Mr. Zhang Jing shook his head and sighed.

"How wicked are those who use poison!"

"To go so far as to hunt down exotic beasts and concoct such a deadly poison known to few in the world, they are clearly trying to kill General Zhang!"

"Fortunately, my mentor once taught me the antidote for this poison, which is a great blessing for General Zhang."

"If it weren't for this incident today, I would have almost forgotten this antidote and would probably have taken it to my grave."

Lin Feng was furious upon hearing this, and his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

"Those barbarian Tartars from the north, how utterly insidious!"

"If it weren't for the old gentleman's knowledge of the antidote to the poison of this Wind Fox Beast, General Zhang would certainly be in grave danger today!"

Zhang Jing nodded, then changed the subject slightly, his tone becoming serious as he said, "However, I must say this first: the poison of this Wind Fox Beast is truly domineering and unparalleled. I will do my utmost to heal General Zhang."

"But there are always unforeseen circumstances in healing and saving lives. If, after doing my utmost, I am still unable to reverse the situation, I beg you two gentlemen to forgive my incompetence."

Su Mo quickly stepped forward and gently helped Zhang Jing, who was about to bow.

"Mr. Zhang, you flatter me!"

"The old gentleman is a highly skilled doctor who has dedicated himself to healing the sick and saving lives. As long as you have done your best, we will be eternally grateful regardless of the outcome. How can there be any talk of forgiveness?"

This night was exceptionally long for all the garrison troops of Zhenyuan City.

Outside the city, the Northern Barbarian army launched a fierce attack, with shouts of battle and the clash of weapons continuing throughout the night.

Inside the city, Zhang Liao's fate was unknown, and the people were filled with anxiety.

Everyone was silently hoping that Mr. Zhang Jing could create a miracle.