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

"The Lord ordered me to come at this time, and specifically mentioned the 'Golden Hook' and the man with the missing finger. It seems that the waters of Ironwall City are even more murky than I expected." Mo Xuan muttered to himself, carefully putting away the token.

He is one of the important stewards of "Fengyulou" in the Jiangnan area. He is well-versed in medicine and toxicology, and also knowledgeable in martial arts anecdotes and esoteric arts. He was ordered to go north this time, ostensibly to "repay a favor", but in fact he has a more important mission - to assist Lin Feng in dealing with "Golden Hook Sect" and potential threats from the imperial court and the martial arts world, and to secretly investigate certain matters.

As evening fell, Chen Heng personally delivered dinner and asked Mr. Mo Xuan to treat several guards who were seriously injured at "Wild Wolf Slope" the next day. Mo Xuan gladly agreed.

The next morning, Mo Xuan, carrying a medicine box, arrived at the wounded soldiers' rest area under the guidance of Chen Heng.

Mo Xuan examined each injury one by one, his pulse diagnosis was accurate, and the prescriptions he gave were quite appropriate, which made the accompanying military doctor nod in approval.

He removed the barbed arrow wound from another person using a unique technique, which resulted in minimal enlargement of the wound and very little bleeding.

"Sir, what excellent skills you have!" the military doctor couldn't help but praise.

When the news reached Lin Feng's ears, he was slightly surprised. This Mo Xuan's medical skills were superb; he was clearly no ordinary itinerant doctor. In the afternoon, he invited Mo Xuan to his study for a chat.

"Mr. Mo's medical skills are superb, truly admirable. I wonder if you have any knowledge of toxicology?" Lin Feng asked directly. He recalled the poisoned dart that Feng Ling had been hit by.

"I know a little." Mo Xuan cupped his hands in greeting. "Is the Grand Commander poisoned by Miss Fengling?"

"How did you know, sir?" Lin Feng's gaze sharpened slightly.

"When we first met yesterday, I noticed that Miss Fengling's complexion had a bluish tinge. Although it was suppressed, the poison had not been cleared. She must have been poisoned by some kind of cold-natured mixed toxin. And this poison is often used to coat the hidden weapons that the 'Golden Hook Sect' usually uses."

Lin Feng was shocked. Feng Ling had indeed been hit by a poisoned dart, and although she had taken her own and the antidote from the manor, it hadn't been very effective. Mo Xuan had been able to spot it at a glance and accurately pinpoint the source of the poison and the likely weapon!

"Since you know the toxicity, do you have an antidote?"

"This humble subject may give it a try," Mo Xuan said.

"Then I will trouble you, sir. Chen Heng, take you to treat Miss Fengling."

"Yes."

For the next two days, Ironwall City appeared calm. Lin Feng intensified his efforts in handling military affairs in the northern border and arranging his return to the capital. Chen Heng secretly investigated for internal spies, but had not yet found any clear leads.

Besides treating Fengling, Moxuan also frequently visited the wounded soldiers' quarters, exchanged ideas with the military doctors, and occasionally strolled in the garden of the mansion, chatting with the servants he encountered about the local customs and culture of the north. His amiable attitude quickly made him a familiar face in the mansion.

That afternoon, Mo Xuan was alone in a secluded, warm pavilion in the back garden of the mansion, fiddling with some medicinal herbs he had just retrieved from the storeroom, seemingly preparing something.

Suddenly, his ears twitched slightly. He didn't stop grinding the medicine in his hands, but his eyes glanced at the carved wooden window on one side of the warm pavilion. Outside the window, a small patch of snow was sliding down a withered branch of an old tree very slowly and unnaturally, as if it had been gently touched by something invisible.

Someone is lurking outside! And their lightness skill is extremely high, almost leaving no trace in the snow!

Mo Xuan sneered inwardly, but remained outwardly calm, continuing to grind the medicine. However, his muscles had already subtly tensed, and between his fingers in his sleeve, he had already pinched three hair-thin "hair needles" coated with deadly poison.

The "thing" outside the window paused for a moment, as if observing and confirming.

"call out--!"

A very faint whooshing sound rang out! A streak of dark light shot out from the shadows of withered branches outside the window, heading straight for Mo Xuan's back!

Just as the dark light was about to touch Mo Xuan's back, Mo Xuan's figure slid to the side and forward a foot away like a ghost! The dark light grazed the hem of his clothes and with a "thud," it embedded itself deeply into the wooden table in front of him. It was a three-inch-long shuttle-shaped dart! The dart body faintly glowed with a blue light, obviously coated with a deadly poison.

Almost simultaneously with dodging the poisoned dart, Mo Xuan didn't even turn his head. Instead, he fired three "hair needles" backward, aiming at three different locations on the withered branches outside the window!

"Hiss hiss hiss!"

Three poisoned needles were fired into the withered branches and snow, but they only stirred up a few snowflakes and did not hit their target.

The person outside the window reacted just as quickly. In the instant that Mo Xuan dodged and fired the needle, they soared up from the withered branch like a large bird, made a strange turn in the air, and shot towards the window on the other side of the warm pavilion. Clearly, they wanted to break in from another direction or escape directly.

"Since you're here, why rush to leave?"

A calm voice rang out at the entrance of the warm pavilion. Lin Feng had appeared there sometime earlier, holding the Broken Mountain Blade upside down in his hand, his cold gaze fixed on the dark figure still in mid-air. He had clearly been nearby for some time.

The dark figure, suspended in mid-air with nowhere to gain leverage, saw Lin Feng blocking the door. It let out a sharp whistle and raised its hands repeatedly, sending several more beams of dark light, carrying a pungent, fishy smell, towards Lin Feng. At the same time, it forcibly twisted its body and landed on the frozen lake, attempting to walk on the ice.

"Stay here." Lin Feng did not move his feet, and with a simple horizontal slash of his Broken Mountain Blade, he accurately struck the several streaks of dark light, knocking them all away.

The dark figure was horrified. It lightly touched the ice with its toes and then leaped up again.

In an instant, a slender figure swooped down from the roof of the warm pavilion, two cold stars in her hand aimed straight for the shoulders of the dark figure! It was Feng Jue! She had also been lying in ambush nearby!

The shadowy figure was startled and hastily swung its arm to block. With two clangs, Feng Jue's short blade was deflected, but the shadowy figure was also slowed down and fell.

Just then, another aloof figure, like a weightless snowflake, drifted down beside the dark figure, her soft sword flashing like a viper's tongue, aimed straight for his vital ribs! It was Feng Ling!

With Lin Feng blocking his path in front, Feng Ling attacking from the side, and Feng Jue in pursuit from behind, the shadowy figure was trapped!

"roar--!"

The dark figure roared, seemingly knowing that there was no hope of escape. Ignoring the soft sword that Feng Ling was thrusting at him, he pulled out a fist-sized, crimson ball from his pocket and hurled it towards Lin Feng's direction!

It's "Crimson Flame Thunder"! And judging from its color and size, its power far surpasses that of "Wild Wolf Slope"!

"Watch out!" Mo Xuan's expression changed, and he shouted a warning.

Lin Feng's eyes flashed with anger. Instead of retreating, he advanced and kicked a pot of flowers toward "Crimson Flame Thunder".

"boom--!"

The crimson sphere crashed into the flowerpot and exploded violently! Crimson light and scorching heat instantly spread out, shattering the roof and one wall of the warm pavilion, sending splinters of wood and snow flying everywhere.