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"Hey!"

The golden eagle circled low in the sky, its cry loud and clear.

Fang Chang whistled and raised his hand to summon the golden eagle back.

However, the golden eagle's ferocity has only been worn away; it doesn't mean it will obey him.

Now that he has regained his freedom, why would he ever submit to anyone?

The golden eagle immediately flapped its wings vigorously, trying to escape Fang Chang's clutches.

But it was just a fledgling bird with immature wings, unable to fly high or far at all.

Trying to slip away under Fang Chang's nose is nothing short of a pipe dream.

"Ungrateful wretch."

Fang Chang slightly raised his eyelids, picked up a mud ball with his fingertips, and placed it on the bronze bow.

"Boom——"

A sharp sound pierced the air.

The golden eagle let out a mournful cry and crashed heavily to the ground.

Fortunately, Fang Chang was careful and used mud balls he had made on the spot, instead of real iron bullets.

Otherwise, the golden eagle would have been shot into a cloud of blood mist long ago.

After this incident, the golden eagle completely submitted and never dared to disobey Fang Chang again.

Once it had recovered, Fang Chang whistled again, and the golden eagle immediately and obediently landed back on his shoulder.

Upon witnessing this scene, Ma Duxiu's eyes gleamed with a strange light.

Fang Chang was already handsome and dashing!

Now, paired with this magnificent golden eagle, it exudes an even more imposing and heroic aura, truly a dragon among men.

For a moment, her heart pounded, and she couldn't help but whisper a sigh of admiration:

"Young Master Fang is quite skilled. In just a few incense sticks' time, you have tamed this little golden eagle into submission."

Upon hearing this, Fang Chang simply smiled faintly and said nothing more.

The reason why golden eagles are so easy to tame is not because of any particularly skillful eagle-training techniques.

Rather, it is because this golden eagle has developed intelligence and knows how to assess situations, comparable to a six or seven-year-old child.

He originally just wanted to kill time on the road and casually train the animals.

However, now that he knows it possesses a certain spirituality, he has changed his mind...

If this eagle is properly trained, it might become his most capable scout and messenger.

In the future, if we are ever caught in a midnight ambush, we will be able to get an early warning and deal with it calmly.

Just as he was pondering this, Fang Chang's ears suddenly twitched.

A cry, unlike that of a golden eagle, drifted from afar.

The direction they were heading was the dilapidated temple they had just left.

"That voice..."

He raised an eyebrow slightly. "That sounds familiar."

Could it be the poisonous bird that has come chasing us at midnight?

Fang Chang turned back and looked at her deeply, his gaze growing cold as he seemed lost in thought.

He was familiar with that cry.

The Classic of Mountains and Rivers records a poisonous bird called Zhen, which resembles a pheasant with a long neck and a red beak.

Poison feathers soaked in wine are extremely poisonous and have no antidote.

At midnight, there happened to be a centurion, whose code name was this poisonous bird.

He was skilled in a superior sword technique, and when he unleashed the full power of his sword, this cry was heard.

It was obvious that his trail had been discovered by midnight.

The one who came to hunt him down must be that venomous beauty... Commander Zhen!

only……

A hint of doubt flashed across Fang Chang's eyes.

If it's a manhunt, why make such a big fuss and expose their whereabouts?

Could it be that someone forced that Poison Hundred-Household Commander to use his full strength and unleash his swordsmanship?

……

Inside the dilapidated temple.

A series of figures wearing iron masks stood here, creating an atmosphere so oppressive it was almost suffocating.

The female centurion, more accurately a poison centurion, looked around, her face ashen, her body radiating a murderous aura.

She took a deep breath to calm her agitation, then looked at the fat and thin monks who were now bound hand and foot.

"Where...did they go?"

Zhen Baihu gritted his teeth, his voice icy cold.

This time, she volunteered to Lord Qianhu to hunt down the insolent Ghost-Seeing Sorrow.

Even though that traitor has been crippled and rendered useless, we still haven't been able to capture him.

How could she explain this to the commander?

Feeling the murderous gaze of the centurion, who was ready to devour anyone, the fat and thin monks trembled all over, their souls nearly flying out of their bodies.

"Sir, look, the fire is still warm; that guy couldn't have gone very far!"

"That guy must have gone to Liusha River by now. If you set off to chase after him now, you can definitely catch up..."

Fearing that this crazy woman might kill them at the slightest provocation, the two hurriedly tried to answer her.

"Liusha River?"

After calming down slightly, Zhen Baihu frowned deeply.

What is Guijianchou doing at Liusha River?

Could it be that they intend to escape from Liang Kingdom by water?

Yes, he was now trapped with nowhere to go but to escape Liang Kingdom and avoid being hunted down in the middle of the night. He had no other way to survive.

Having figured out the crux of the matter, Zhen Baihu glanced coldly at the fat and thin monks who were no longer of any use.

"Kill these two useless bastards to silence them. The rest of you, follow me and continue the pursuit!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the fat and thin monks' expressions changed drastically.

That wretched woman has such a vicious heart; she uses them and then discards them, not even leaving them a chance to survive!

Just when the two thought they were doomed and their lives were about to end at the hands of these imperial henchmen...

Suddenly, a series of unhurried footsteps came from outside the dilapidated temple, breaking the intense murderous atmosphere inside.

"Who?"

The commander of the Zhen clan instantly became alert and abruptly turned his head to look towards the door.

A figure dressed in flowing white robes walked in slowly.

The newcomer had a handsome face and bright eyes. He gently waved a folding fan in his hand, and his gentle demeanor was completely out of place with the solemn atmosphere inside the temple.

His gaze swept casually across the temple, a hint of disappointment appearing on his handsome face.

"So it's not here either?"

"It seems I'm a step too late again..."

The scholar in white sighed and shook his head as if no one else was around, completely disregarding the crowd.

His calm demeanor left Commander Zhen somewhat unsure of his background.

The commander, Zhen, did not act rashly. He merely coldly ordered, "It's the middle of the night for this operation. All bystanders, leave immediately, or you will be killed without mercy!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she raised her hand and flung out her midnight badge, trying to scare away this inexplicable man.

But the scholar in white remained unmoved, not even lifting his eyelids.

He continued to fan himself with his folding fan, taking a slight sniff.

"Hmm...that's right, that thing did stay here not long ago."

The scholar in white spoke with certainty, and after a moment he looked at the crowd with a gentle smile.

"You all arrived before me; have you seen that rather strange black coffin?"

"If you know where he/she has gone, I hope you will tell me."

The mention of the black coffin left the group of masked men completely bewildered, their eyes fixed intently on the white-robed scholar, their vigilance undiminished.

Only the fat and thin monks remembered what the group of bodyguards had been escorting earlier; it seemed to be a black coffin.

The two exchanged a glance, a strange glint flashing in their eyes simultaneously, their expressions subtly changing.

This subtle change did not escape the eyes of the scholar in white.

"Oh? It seems you two know the whereabouts of that black coffin?"

A hint of surprise flashed across the white-robed scholar's eyes; he clearly hadn't expected that a casual question would actually yield a clue.

In a flash, he appeared in front of the two monks, one fat and one thin.

This person is a master!

The fat and thin monks were startled at first, but then they immediately realized what was happening.

Although it is unclear why this person is looking for the black coffin, he is clearly their only way to survive right now!

Having made up their minds, the two were about to speak and reveal all the information about the black coffin.

Before they could say anything, the previously ignored Commander Zhen finally couldn't contain his anger.

Since she became the commander of the three watchmen, no one has ever dared to ignore her so many times!

The commander's face darkened, and his murderous aura surged. He said in a cold voice, "Asking so many questions in front of me? Do you not take me seriously?"

"You petty scoundrels who play tricks and create a false sense of mystery dare to provoke me? You're courting death!"