Otherworld Advance Team
Chapter 1738 - 1731: Hold Firm and Await Reinforcements

Chapter 1738: Chapter 1731: Hold Firm and Await Reinforcements

The two returned to the inn, where the inn’s hall had been transformed into a temporary rest area. The injured soldiers lay on mats, some already asleep, while others let out painful groans.

The advance team members moved among the injured, checking their wounds, leaving no detail unattended.

After some temporary treatment, Ming He seemed much more spirited. It appeared that despite his armor being pierced by several bullets, he hadn’t suffered any fatal injuries.

He sat on a bench, leaning against a pillar, watching the actions of the advance team members, feeling incredibly warm inside.

Hearing movement behind him, he turned and saw Cheng Ziang and Hu Daoke, quickly getting up and respectfully saluting, "I’ve seen the two Manor Lords."

"You’re injured, no need for such formalities," Cheng Ziang waved his hand, intentionally lowering his voice.

"No, no, I must express my respect, at the very least, for such a great favor," Ming He instinctively lowered his voice.

"You said the Nine Thousand Battalion would come to support us. When can they reach the inn?" Cheng Ziang straightforwardly asked.

"Hmm, barring any unforeseen circumstances, if they set out in the morning, we should meet them around noon," Ming He thought for a moment and replied.

"What if we can’t meet up?" Cheng Ziang continued to ask.

"If we can’t meet, the Nine Thousand Battalion should follow the road to hurry here. After all, this is a significant matter, and they dare not delay, fearing any mishaps with the saint," Ming He said.

"When can they reach the inn?" Cheng Ziang asked.

"In the afternoon, probably..." Ming He cautiously replied.

"So, we just need to hold out until the afternoon?" Cheng Ziang asked.

"Manor Lord intends to hold here?" Ming He asked in surprise.

"If not, how can we evacuate these people?" Cheng Ziang shrugged.

"Don’t worry about it. We still have personnel to accompany the Manor Lord, while the rest can stay at the inn awaiting backup," Ming He said.

"What if it’s pursuers, not reinforcements, that arrive? How can these wounded soldiers face the enemy?" Cheng Ziang asked.

"But, if we wait here, the threat might become greater," after a slight pause, Ming He resolutely said, "We are willing to fight to the death to ensure the saint’s safety. If, because of us, the saint were to suffer harm, even if we survive, our hearts would still endure endless remorse."

"Alright, alright, no need to be so melodramatic," Cheng Ziang waved his hand, slightly frowning as he spoke, "If you come to protect us, that shows we have value, and our value is our ability to protect ourselves, so there’s no need for you to fight to the death."

"Understood. Many thanks to the Manor Lord for assistance, a favor difficult to repay..."

"Don’t mention those polite words. I’m not here seeking your gratitude. I’m asking you," Cheng Ziang sighed, "This is Yin State territory, and the saint encountered danger here. Is there no nearby force that can be mobilized? Even a civilian group could help."

"Oh, there is," Ming He nodded vigorously, "I’ve already sent emissaries to gather brave men from nearby townships to protect the saint."

"When will they arrive?" Cheng Ziang continued to ask.

"If quick, it should also be around noon or shortly after," Ming He replied.

"They’ll all come together then." Cheng Ziang shook his head.

"Actually, Manor Lord does not need to be so worried. Although I struggle to maintain, Yin State is prosperous and the people kind. Even if there is no company, there’s no need to worry," Ming He said.

"I never worried about it; it’s you who insisted on escorting us from Qi State to Yin State," Cheng Ziang said helplessly.

"It’s an order from above I must abide," Ming He explained.

"Those people are targeting us, and they are clearly already desperate. If we irresponsibly leave, these guys would certainly continue the killing spree, causing unknown innocent casualties. So if they wish to hunt us, we’ll wait here and avoid implicating the innocent," Cheng Ziang said.

"The Manor Lord’s benevolence touches me. But the warriors are unpredictable danger, the current wave only small fry. My concern is the Wu Family might send powerful individuals for an ambush, then not only I would be unable to withstand, but even the Manor Lord would suffer greatly," Ming He anxiously said.

"The cultivators of Kyushu have levels no more than the Nascent Soul realm, rare as phoenix feathers, what is there to fear? If we feared, we wouldn’t have ventured into this chaos," Cheng Ziang confidently stated.

"Magnificent, Manor Lord!" Upon hearing this, Ming He saluted again with admiration.

"Rest well. We will stand guard here waiting for reinforcements. The Wu Family, hmph, they’ll return with failure," Cheng Ziang said assertively, turning to head upstairs.

He went straight to Luo’er’s room; Luo’er had been busy all night and just went to bed. Little Tangguo, who had already awakened, knelt by the bedside, her head tilted in observation, her ears twitching.

Although this young girl from the Demon Clan was only seven or eight years old, her presence was recent. To have her guard the unsuspecting Luo’er showed that the advance team was quite relaxed.

Entering the room, Cheng Ziang felt an unusual aura. He glanced at Tangguo, who looked back at him cautiously, her furry ears twitching, before refocusing her gaze somewhere else.

Following her gaze subconsciously, Cheng Ziang saw a strange young lady sitting at the table in the room’s living area, propped up on the table, head tilted, facing Tangguo.

The young lady turned to look when she heard Cheng Ziang entering the room, and upon seeing him, her eyes curved into a beautiful crescent moon as she revealed a knowing smile.

"You..."

Cheng Ziang slightly frowned, approaching the young lady and sitting across from her with an expression of hesitation.

"Don’t get me wrong. I’m not here to spy on the saint. I’m here to protect him because you all seem overwhelmed," the young lady waved her hand and explained.

"Do as you please," Cheng Ziang sighed, the image of this young lady gradually becoming clear in his mind.

He vaguely recalled he had made an agreement with this young lady not to let her near Luo’er.

Taking a deep breath, Cheng Ziang looked up at her and asked, "But you’ve seen it all, haven’t you?"

"You mean his face? Yes indeed, just as the rumors say, truly a celestial appearance," Hun Jiansi expressed with intoxicated admiration.

In fact, thinking about it, Luo’er had openly appeared multiple times. Not only the likes of Ming He, but even ordinary people had seen Luo’er, so such an agreement was somewhat unfair to Hun Jiansi.

"Oh, of course, compared to you..." Hun Jiansi seemed to sense Cheng Ziang’s expression, hastily trying to explain.

"No need for such flattering exaggerations," Cheng Ziang waved his hand calmly, "My reaction upon first seeing the saint was just like yours. So I dare not compare myself to the saint."

"Do you ever feel, sometimes inexplicably attracted to the saint?" Hun Jiansi tilted her head, asking gossipingly.

"Hehe..." Cheng Ziang chuckled faintly, opting not to answer such a gossipy question.

"Ahem," seeing Cheng Ziang unmoved, Hun Jiansi cleared her throat, talking seriously, "This place is not suitable for a long stay; it’s better to leave early, the Wu Family might launch another attack."

"I know, but there are many wounded in the inn. If we leave them all here and encounter those people, they won’t survive," Cheng Ziang shook his head and said.

"Why concern yourself with their fate?" Hun Jiansi said without hesitation.

"They protect me, yet I can’t ensure their safety—that’s something I can’t accept," Cheng Ziang said.

"Heh, I knew you’d say that," Hun Jiansi grinned foolishly, murmuring over the table, "Because of your professionalism, I wanted to share these things with you."

"What did you say?"

"Nothing," Hun Jiansi shook her head, looking up to speak, "Hundreds died outside the inn, you’re incredible indeed, truly worthy of a Nascent Soul realm powerhouse."

"I..."

"No need to explain; I understand, I get it. Everyone has their secrets, like my Fog Concealment Skill—even you, I haven’t disclosed it," paused and muttered softly, "Of course, if you insist on asking, I might..."

"Did your people go to inform the Nine Thousand Battalion?" Cheng Ziang ignored her murmurs and continued to ask.

"Yes, they did, I guess..." Hun Jiansi thought for a moment, blinking as she spoke, "After all, Heterogeneous Hall can’t possibly match these people anyway, so notifying the Nine Thousand Battalion early is the best course."

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