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Chapter 1719 - 1712: Lending a Hand

Chapter 1719: Chapter 1712: Lending a Hand

Anxiang Zheng fell silent once more, but this time, he seemed to choose submission, letting out a long sigh.

"I’ll withdraw my troops, and you can take the Saint away yourselves," Anxiang Zheng said with a sigh.

"Thank you, Manor Lord," Yebo nodded and replied.

"Then, farewell!" Anxiang Zheng seemed weary and dispirited.

"Does the Manor Lord plan to continue like this?" Yebo suddenly asked.

"What do you mean?"

"You know very well, Manor Lord," Yebo smiled faintly.

"I must preserve the order of the Guyi Government. No matter what monsters or demons they are, if they destroy the rules, they must die," Anxiang Zheng said coldly.

"Then, what if the Wen Family were to take over Qi State?" Yebo pursued with another question.

"I advise you not to let that happen," Anxiang Zheng said, his gaze steady, "Don’t forget, I am—after all—a member of the Anxiang Clan."

Anxiang Zheng’s stance reminded Feng, who was eavesdropping nearby, of Luo’er’s theories.

People like Anxiang Zheng possess duality—or perhaps compromise.

In order to maintain his sense of order, he was willing to sacrifice his family’s interests. Yet, when faced with a confrontation between the Wen and Wu Families, he would inevitably lean toward his clan, unable to accept the olive branch extended by the Wen Family.

Anxiang Zheng gazed at the large moon, exhaled deeply, and spoke softly as if opening his heart: "All along, Qi State has been a sacred land for cultivation. Cultivators often violate the rules by force, committing crimes that remain unpunished. I detest such people. Why can’t those who wield great power abide by the most basic principles?"

"I don’t believe those Demon Clan members, those slaves, those commoners are the same as us. However, rules are rules. Once they’re established, they ought to be enforced and not violated merely due to reliance on brute strength."

"In this regard, I greatly admire the Wen Family. At the very least, they adhere to the rules they’ve set. Nonetheless, I can’t forget one thing: They are overthrowing the Wu Family’s power—they aim to dismantle the world of cultivators. Compared to rules, I might care more about survival."

"Therefore, I will never defect to the Wen Family. Even if I weren’t a member of the Anxiang Clan, I would still side with the Wu Family."

"So, it seems I won’t be able to convince you, Manor Lord," Yebo smiled, as though he felt little regret.

"I’m willing to risk offending my clan for the sake of rules. But mark my words—it’s only for the rules. If someday you infringe upon the interests of the Anxiang Clan, I will stand with my family without hesitation," Anxiang Zheng said, turning to lock his gaze on him.

"Fair enough," Yebo nodded softly.

"Tomorrow, I’ll withdraw the guards. You’re on your own now," Anxiang Zheng said as he disappeared into the night.

The scene suddenly fell silent, with only Xing Hu’s uncontrollable groans of pain echoing.

Yebo collected his gaze and turned toward Xing Hu, sighing helplessly before speaking: "Consider this a small lesson. Remember, don’t approach others recklessly next time."

"You bastard, you murderer!" Xing Hu gritted his teeth and forced out the words.

"They’re just ants. You’re a disciple of a sect—since when did their deaths matter to you?" Yebo said dismissively.

"They are people, and I am people too. They are commoners, and I am a commoner too. How could I not care?" Xing Hu retorted fiercely.

"Who taught you these principles?" Yebo asked, looking down.

"None of your damn business!" Xing Hu cursed.

"No matter. You take care of yourself. Next time we meet, you won’t be so lucky," Yebo said as he vanished into the night, true to the meaning of his name.

"Damn it, stop right there!!"

Xing Hu gritted his teeth and struggled to stand, but the excruciating pain drained him of all strength. He could barely manage to stand, let alone give chase.

Stumbling a few steps, he fell to the ground in utter humiliation. Sensing that Yebo had gone far, he could only vent his powerless anger.

"So pathetic..."

Just as frustration consumed him, a soft sigh suddenly came from behind, prompting him to turn around hastily. He saw Feng standing silently behind him, her arrival unnoticed.

"It’s you, White Tiger... You’ve been here all along?" Xing Hu exclaimed upon noticing her mask.

"Just arrived," Feng replied coolly.

"Hurry, help me catch that guy—that murderer!" Xing Hu said urgently.

"I can’t defeat him; catching up would be useless," Feng answered.

"You haven’t tried—how do you know you can’t defeat him?"

"I’m not as foolish as you, rushing in without knowing whether the opponent can be defeated. You had such an advantage yet insisted on engaging up close—the height of idiocy." Feng shook her head.

"You saw it all?" Xing Hu asked with wide eyes.

"Sort of."

"Then why didn’t you help?" Xing Hu asked, frustrated.

"He spared you—that doesn’t mean he’d spare me," Feng replied coldly.

Her words silenced Xing Hu, leaving him at a loss for words. He lowered his head, remaining quiet for a long time.

"Give me your hand; let me examine your injuries," Feng said, stepping forward and extending her hand.

"You know what caused my injuries?" Xing Hu asked in surprise.

"He redirected your Flow," Feng shot him a glance and replied impatiently, "Your Huihai Acupoint in the palm was blocked by him, so the magic you intended to use against him turned on yourself."

"Magic?"

"You understand the gist; that’s all that matters."

"So Flow Redirect can be used like this?" Xing Hu looked shocked and incredulous.

"Didn’t your master teach you?" Feng asked.

"I didn’t know it could be used this way," Xing Hu lowered his head and replied.

"As long as the mind doesn’t stagnate, there are always more solutions than problems. You’re too rigid..." Feng sighed again, recalling Luo’er’s frequent words.

At this moment, Fulajie’er had returned to her side, transforming under her guidance into a luminous orb that illuminated the surroundings.

"What’s this..."

"A simple trick."

Feng dismissed it, lowering her gaze to examine the wounds on his palm. While the flesh appeared split and bloodied—terribly gruesome—these injuries were insignificant for a cultivator.

"It’s a minor wound. I’ll stop the bleeding, and later you can heal it with your own cultivation technique," Feng said, keeping her head down.

"Thank you," Xing Hu said gratefully but with a conflicted expression. "So it was him—Anxiang Zheng. He killed Senior Brother."

"Do you still plan to seek revenge?" Feng asked without looking up.

"I... I don’t know. Maybe not... Besides, I can’t even defeat him..." Xing Hu hesitated.

"Good to have self-awareness," Feng nodded.

"How did the Saint know it was him?" Xing Hu asked eagerly.

"I wouldn’t know—I’m not the Saint," Feng said expressionlessly.

"The Saint truly has foresight—impressive," Xing Hu said, furrowing his brows yet carrying deep admiration.

"Don’t approach enemies recklessly next time. That man didn’t want to kill you, so you were fortunate this time. Next time, you won’t be so lucky," Feng said, letting go of his hand.

"You’re skilled—who taught you?" Xing Hu asked, puzzled.

"Huayu Ting."

"Hua State’s Huayu Ting—you’re actually from the Huayu Family!" Xing Hu exclaimed.

"Are you an idiot? I traveled to Kyushu with the Saint—I’m not from here," Feng glared at him.

Though Feng originated from Kyushu, deep down she didn’t align with this identity. She still considered herself part of the Lipei people—or at least an Aud.

"Senior Brother’s death remains unavenged, justice hasn’t been served—what’s your next move?" Feng asked him.

"I don’t know; maybe I’ll return..." Xing Hu bit his lip and hesitated.

"Return to your sect?"

"Yes, go back to report to Master, tidy things up, and descend the mountain," Xing Hu said, lowering his head in shame, "I clearly lack experience."

"Learn from your mistakes; knowing where you went wrong is good," Feng shrugged.

"Are you leaving too? I heard that man would have Anxiang Zheng release you all," Xing Hu asked.

"We won’t stay long. The Saint’s ultimate goal is Shengyuan Prefecture," Feng said.

"If I had time, I’d really want to tag along to Shengyuan Prefecture and see—but alas..." Xing Hu sighed.

"We don’t need dead weight," Feng said bluntly.

"I’m not dead weight, just... inexperienced..." Xing Hu’s face flushed in embarrassment.

"You’re fine—now I’ll leave. Take care of yourself," Feng said, turning to depart.

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