Too many female prisoners, a special forces soldier transmigrates and marries wildly.

Lin Feng didn't answer, but gave her a deep look. In that look, there was an emotion she couldn't understand, like scrutiny, or perhaps... encouragement.

The next second, his figure disappeared into the darkness, leaving only a faint aura mixed with rust and coldness.

"Qingyi, hurry up!" Zhao Li urged from ahead.

Zhao Qingyi bit her lip, took one last look in the direction where the man in black had disappeared, then jumped onto the carriage, whipped it, and sped away with her family along that hidden path.

In the darkness, Lin Feng watched the convoy drive away, his figure blending into the night.

The Longyou Road is a series of towering mountains.

The sky was so overcast it seemed to drip water, and a freezing rain trapped this downtrodden convoy on the "Hanshan Ancient Road".

The road was muddy and slippery, and the wheels kept getting stuck in the mud. With each bump, Mrs. Zhao inside the car let out a suppressed groan.

Zhao Li rode his skinny horse at the very front of the group, his steps uneven. He didn't look back, because all he would see were terrified and haggard faces.

Zhao Qingyun sat beside her mother, shivering. She couldn't understand why, despite being from a family of loyal and virtuous people, she had to flee for her life in the cold rain like a rat in the street.

"Sister, look ahead." Zhao Qingyun suddenly lifted the carriage curtain and pointed to a solitary mountain god temple in the distance.

Zhao Qingyi rode closer, her hand on the hilt of her sword tightening. The temple was dilapidated, its vermilion paint peeling off, resembling a gaping maw devouring people in the rain.

"Father, it's getting late and the rain is heavy. Why don't we stay at this temple for the night?" Zhao Qingyi said loudly.

Zhao Li reined in his horse, gazing at the eerie ancient temple, a strange chill creeping into his heart. But then he heard his wife coughing violently behind him. He gritted his teeth and finally nodded.

"Get into the temple! Quickly!"

The convoy stopped in front of the temple. Zhao Qingyi dismounted, drew her long sword half an inch from its sheath, and walked alone into the temple to investigate.

Inside the temple, there were only a few broken Arhat statues, which looked eerie in the dim light.

"Safe." Zhao Qingyi turned around and waved.

Just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, Zhao Qingyi suddenly turned around, her long sword pointing straight at the back hall!

"Who?!" she shouted sharply.

The rear hall was deathly silent. Only the mournful sound of the wind whistling through the window paper could be heard.

Zhao Qingyi mustered her courage and approached step by step. Behind her, Zhao Li also gripped the wooden stick tightly, his old eyes filled with vigilance.

The moment Zhao Qingyi stepped across the threshold of the inner hall—

"Whoosh!"

A beam of dark light shot out from behind the statue, heading straight for Zhao Qingyi's face!

"clang!"

Zhao Qingyi parried with her longsword, only to feel a numbness in her tiger's mouth. The dark light turned out to be a heavy, bone-piercing nail!

"There's an assassin!" Zhao Qingyi warned sharply.

Before the words were finished, a dark figure suddenly darted out from behind the statue, a steel knife in his hand gleaming with an eerie light, and slashed straight at Zhao Qingyi's head!

This strike was swift and ruthless, carrying an unwavering determination to kill.

Although startled, Zhao Qingyi remained calm. Her longsword moved like a nimble snake emerging from its hole, precisely aiming for her opponent's wrist. This was a magnificent and exquisite swordsmanship from the capital, emphasizing skill over strength.

However, the assassin in black seemed to have anticipated this. With a flick of his wrist, the steel knife changed from a slash to a sweep, a simple yet incredibly powerful move that swept away thousands of enemies!

"clang--!"

The clang of metal on metal was deafening. Zhao Qingyi felt a tremendous force, and her longsword nearly slipped from her hand. She staggered back three steps and crashed into the cold wall.

"What incredible strength!" A trickle of blood escaped from the corner of Zhao Qingyi's mouth, her eyes filled with horror.

The assassin in black, having succeeded in his attack, showed no mercy and pounced again, his blade flashing like a net, trapping Zhao Qingyi firmly in a corner.

"Qingyi!" Zhao Li roared and rushed forward to save her, but was blocked by two other men in black. As the sticks clashed, Zhao Li, being old and frightened over the past few days, was already exhausted and was in grave danger after just a few moves.

Zhao Qingyun screamed in fright by the car, while Madam Zhao, who was already ill, coughed violently.

Forced to retreat step by step, Zhao Qingyi saw the blade about to fall when a desperate ruthlessness flashed in her eyes. Instead of retreating, she advanced, thrusting her longsword straight at the assassin's throat!

This is a lose-lose situation.

The assassin was taken aback, clearly not expecting this delicate young lady from an official family to have such a resolute side. His blade faltered, and he retreated slightly.

In that brief moment—

"puff!"

A black feathered arrow shot in without warning from outside the dilapidated window of the temple and accurately pierced the assassin's temple!

The assassin didn't even utter a sound before falling straight down.

Immediately afterwards, two more arrows were fired!

"Pfft! Pfft!"

The two men in black who were besieging Zhao Li also fell to the ground, both of them struck in the throat by arrows!

The temple fell into a deathly silence.

Zhao Li, leaning on a wooden stick, gasped for breath, staring at the corpses in shock. The accuracy and power of the archery were simply astonishing.

Zhao Qingyi, clutching her arm which was numb from the shock, rushed to the window and looked outside.

In the freezing rain outside the temple, two dark figures could be vaguely seen standing under a withered tree a hundred paces away.

The man in black stood with a bow in hand, his face still veiled, only his eyes coldly sweeping across the temple through the rain. His gaze lingered on Zhao Qingyi for a moment.

That glance was cold, yet it inexplicably brought Zhao Qingyi a sense of peace.

The man in white stood to the side, wiping a short sword with his head down, seemingly oblivious to the carnage.

Zhao Qingyi gripped the sword hilt tightly, and as if possessed, bowed deeply to the two dark figures.

The man in black didn't respond, but merely tilted his head slightly, seemingly saying something to the man in white. Then, like ghosts, the two vanished silently into the depths of the rain-soaked forest.

"Father..." Zhao Qingyun cried and threw herself into Zhao Li's arms.

Zhao Li pushed his daughter away, staggered to the temple gate, knelt down heavily in the direction where the man in black had disappeared, and kowtowed.

"My benefactor... Zhao Li... will never forget him!"

Rainwater soaked his gray hair, streaming down his weathered old face; it was hard to tell if it was rain or tears.

Zhao Qingyi stood by the window, looking at the empty rain curtain, and the inexplicable throbbing in her heart grew stronger and stronger.

Who exactly is this man in black?

Why keep saving this down-on-her-luck daughter of an official?

She looked down at her still slightly trembling hands, a result of the fear she felt when facing death, and also... a longing for those cold eyes.

"Sister," Zhao Qingyun walked to her side and asked timidly, "Do you think our benefactor might be...?"

"Don't make wild guesses." Zhao Qingyi interrupted her, her voice trembling slightly. "Pack your things, we need to leave here tonight. This temple... it's too eerie."

The convoy set off again.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the ancient road in Hanshan was muddy and impassable.

Lin Feng didn't speak, he just watched the convoy crawling in the rain.

"Let's go." He mounted his horse.

The sound of horses' hooves faded into the distance in the rain.