Green Mountain

Bai Xingzhen was pulled behind by Chen Ji, fully aware that Chen Ji could not hold off everything alone.

His gaze wandered around until it fixed on a drunken man who had passed out. He ran over, pulled out the two-foot short knife from the man’s waist, and with courage, returned to Chen Ji’s side.

Bai Xingzhen said with a trembling voice, "My father Bai Chongyuan made a blood pact with the Grassland Royal Court, promising not to cross the Wan Nan River for thirty years, with peace between cattle, sheep, and men. You cross the Wan Nan River today, do you want to test if the Bai Family’s knives are still sharp?"

Chen Ji glanced sideways at Bai Xingzhen, who was trembling all over, but after saying such fierce words, his body gradually stopped shaking.

The twelve-year-old gritted his teeth and said fiercely, "Next year, the Bai Family’s Iron Cavalry will surely cross the Wan Nan River and annihilate your entire clan!"

The men from the grasslands exchanged looks and remained silent.

Chen Ji whispered, "It seems they don’t understand what you’re saying."

Bai Xingzhen’s voice wavered, "Ah... Ah?"

The next moment, three white wolves lunged simultaneously, with three men backing them from behind, while another man maneuvered from the side.

Chen Ji snatched the knife from Bai Xingzhen’s hand and pulled Bai Xingzhen behind him again, whispering, "Don’t run around."

He held the knife with one hand to face the enemy, fighting on three sides while dodging the lunging white wolves, but the three white wolves covered all angles, making it impossible to evade every attack.

With his arm tightly held by Chen Ji, Bai Xingzhen spun around amidst the chaos. When he came to his senses, he saw the bloody claw marks on Chen Ji’s arm and leg.

He looked down at himself and found himself unharmed, "You..."

Chen Ji ignored Bai Xingzhen, scanning the three white wolves around him. In their earlier encounter, he had clearly slashed one of their necks, but now it looked unharmed, as if it feared no blades.

The three white wolves seemed to sense Chen Ji’s threat and began circling him. Chen Ji shifted his steps and asked quietly, "Your Bai Family has dealt with them before. What is this Official Gateway, and how do we break the array?"

Bai Xingzhen explained hastily, "The grasslands have two major oaths. Killing a black ox or white horse as a medium means they sacrifice themselves to Tengri after the battle. To break the array, you have to kill those sacrificers first."

Chen Ji glanced through the gaps between the white wolves and saw the three men controlling the wolves standing outside the array, their expressions grim.

Bai Xingzhen looked at Chen Ji’s wounds and hesitated, "You can leave me; their target is me..."

The three white wolves lunged again. Chen Ji held Bai Xingzhen’s wrist with his left hand and wielded the knife with his right hand, fighting while retreating. But as a white wolf pounced, Chen Ji suddenly stooped down, pulling Bai Xingzhen under the wolf’s belly and charged towards the sacrificers.

The man who was moving with the array’s contour changed his expression, drew a curved blade, and blocked Chen Ji’s way, clashing forcefully, and with a clanging sound, sparks flew, breaking the curved blade.

The grassland man’s pupils shrunk, and he kicked Chen Ji back into the white wolf array, but as he did so, a flash of silver twinkled and disappeared into Chen Ji’s garment.

The man felt pain in his ankle, withdrew his foot like lightning, and upon looking down, he found a long slit had been cut in his boot by something, and the wound on his ankle was deep enough to see the bone, just shy of severing the tendon.

The man looked up at Chen Ji, showing a trace of caution, and reminded his companion in a low voice, "ᠬᠦᠮᠳᠡᠯᠡᠨᠬᠦᠮᠳᠡᠯᠡᠨ."

The wolf array reformed, enclosing Chen Ji tightly within.

In the white wolf array, Chen Ji panted, "The shadowing man is at the Seeking Dao Realm..."

Just as he was about to use the sword seed to assault the sacrificers, he glimpsed an elderly man with grey hair leisurely walking from the distant corner of the courtyard.

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Chen Ji had an impression of this elder.

The elder had sat in the corner all along without approaching, accompanied only by a middle-aged attendant.

Chen Ji didn’t know why the elder was stepping forward now, nor if he was friend or foe, but he saw the middle-aged attendant stopping him anxiously, "You must not risk yourself!"

However, Emperor Jing, disregarding it, unexpectedly found the strength to push Bai Jian aside.

After this push, the elder’s old appearance suddenly completely faded away, and his previously slightly hunched back straightened, making him seem taller.

"The Yingkou deadlock forty-one years ago, the lone venture beyond the Wan Nan River thirty-three years ago..."

As Emperor Jing’s steps grew larger and his voice carried nine-tenths drunkenness, he said, "Risk myself? I have risked myself all my life. The empire? I bought it with my life."

Bai Xingzhen, following the voice, stood rooted to the spot.

The men from the grasslands exchanged looks and immediately sent a white wolf charging forward, but just as it approached within twenty steps of Emperor Jing, it disappeared from head to toe, as if an invisible giant mouth in this world had swallowed the white wolf whole!

The white horses from the grasslands, painstakingly driven as a medium to summon the head wolf under Tengri’s seat, vanished completely. White fur floated in the air, as though a goose-feathered snowstorm had begun in this courtyard!

Emperor Jing continued his stride, and as Chen Ji also entered within twenty steps of him, he felt the flames within his body extinguishing, even the meridians previously flowing like Molten Flow cooled simultaneously.

Chen Ji’s expression shifted slightly; he was not unfamiliar with this scene... The man was actually the Emperor of Jing Dynasty!

Turning his head, he saw the remaining two white wolves also dissipate, while the grassland men, who had never had a chance to attack the Han Family Emperor directly in centuries, failed to react to what happened.

When one grassland man realized and swung a curved blade at Emperor Jing, Chen Ji had already dragged Bai Xingzhen to shield in front of the Emperor.

In the moment the curved blade swung down, Chen Ji’s short knife suddenly rose sharply, Gold Grinder!

The clash of two blades, and the curved sword broke again!

"Stay here," Chen Ji decisively abandoned Bai Xingzhen, plunging alone into the midst of the two sacrificial warriors.

Bai Xingzhen anxiously called out, "Be careful..."

Before he finished, he was stunned to see the short knife in Chen Ji’s hand flying, forcing the left and right sacrificial warriors to retreat.

When the grassland men charged forward again, Chen Ji suddenly crouched, slashing left and right, cutting open the calves of the sacrificial warriors.

The grassland men felt the pain in their legs, but still swung their swords with effort. However, when their curved swords chopped down again, Chen Ji had already stepped back, the blades brushing past him, hitting nothing.

The grassland men were momentarily stunned, and so was Bai Xingzhen.

He watched the battle formation, clearly aware that the dynasty’s aura was suppressing everyone, yet Chen Ji seemed unaffected, moving as an official officer would, every move unhindered.

Their strides were the same, yet Chen Ji always seemed closer to the sacrificial warriors, who appeared further from him, allowing him to always strike them while evading their attacks.

Bai Xingzhen had always believed that under the dynasty’s suppression, official officers would become weak, witnessing for the first time someone thriving under such suppression.

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Four grassland men attacked simultaneously, with the Seeking Dao Realm official officer snatching a curved sword from his companion, quietly stepping to ambush Chen Ji from the side.

In a flash, Chen Ji grabbed one’s wrist with his left hand, retreating a step so forcefully that he pulled the person off balance.

In that single step, the intended encirclement dissipated completely.

As the Seeking Dao Realm official officer launched a surprise attack, Chen Ji turned while holding someone’s wrist, causing the attack to fall squarely on the grassland man’s head.

The Seeking Dao Realm official officer withdrew his blade from his companion’s head, intending to slash at Chen Ji, who pulled another person in front as a shield.

The Seeking Dao Realm official officer, unable to use his strength, saw his companions, although all in the Innate Realm, rendered like puppets in Chen Ji’s hands, unable to break free.

Frustrated, he disregarded his companions’ lives, slaughtering them one by one until Chen Ji had no more shields.

Seeing Chen Ji and the Seeking Dao Realm official officer unguarded between them, Bai Xingzhen urgently warned, "Be careful!"

But as the Seeking Dao Realm official officer charged, Bai Xingzhen saw Chen Ji advancing instead of retreating.

When the curved sword came down, Chen Ji’s right hand released the short knife, which rotated past the sword, landing in his left hand, which then viciously struck a knife mark on the Seeking Dao officer’s right rib.

Emperor Jing’s eyes sparkled at this sight, cheering, "Good!"

The Seeking Dao Realm official officer’s face darkened, retreating while fighting Chen Ji, constantly probing the limits of the dynasty’s suppression, but Chen Ji persistently stuck close, slowing his retreat.

Emperor Jing, observing the scene of blood and corpses, suddenly whispered, "Lately, I felt something lacking, life was bland, even wine lost its flavor. I thought it was age, it happens to the old. But today, I realized it’s because I haven’t seen blood for too long."

He forgot how long he had been in the secluded palace, not seeing blood.

Ten years?

Twenty years?

Thirty-three years?

South of the Wan Nan River, with thousands of horses galloping, their hooves splashing the newly fallen snow.

In the heavy snow, a young Yuan Xiang, clad in heavy armor, rode up to him, shouting, "Your Majesty, don’t chase the desperate enemy, ahead lies the Wan Nan River!"

On the other side, Yuan Cheng shouted angrily, "Strike while they are weak! The enemy is retreating, now’s the time to slay them all and fill their heads with wine for drinking! Yuan Xiang, are you afraid of death?"

Yuan Xiang was equally furious, "Nonsense, Yuan Cheng, I was battling when you were still nursing! Your Majesty, wait here, I will lead three hundred men to fetch you enemy heads!"

Yuan Cheng urgently added, "Your Majesty, he’s not enough alone, allow me to go too!"

Emperor Jing waved his sword forcefully forward, "Central Army advance twenty miles, don’t return before Wan Nan River, those who slay generals or capture flags shall be named Marquis of Ten Thousand Households!"

At this moment, Bai Xingzhen anxiously watched as Chen Ji and the assassin battled further away, on the verge of exiting the dynasty’s aura. Bai Jian looked at Emperor Jing, unsure if he was drunk or in a daze, as his gaze drifted away.

But Emperor Jing suddenly regained his focus, striding forward.

Central Army advance twenty miles.

Slay generals! Capture flags!

Just as the assassin was about to escape the dynasty’s suppression, Emperor Jing moved in sync with Chen Ji, re-enveloping him within the dynasty’s aura.

No matter how the opponent retreated, Emperor Jing methodically followed, relentlessly suppressing the opponent’s official officer realm.

The Seeking Dao Realm official officer grew cold-hearted, abandoning caution, charging at Emperor Jing with Chen Ji’s slash firmly on him. But before he reached Emperor Jing, Chen Ji blocked his path again.

The assassin’s face changed, not expecting Chen Ji to be slightly faster. In his distraction, Chen Ji’s left-hand wrist supported his descending sword hilt, while his right hand’s short knife was already piercing his heart.

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