The young warriors, hoarse and weary, yet shouted encouragement with such force that Murong Yun’s retreating heart was jolted.
She clenched her teeth but could not suppress the upward curve of her lips—how could she retreat now, with such an invincible cheer squad behind her?!
Heaven could see it: ever since her transmigration, the world’s judgment had always been scorn—useless, vicious, decadent, a parasite blessed only by luck of birth.
Where the meteors fell, explosions resounded; with his own strength alone, Su Liu shattered the spirit shield and gravely injured hundreds of cultivators.
So strong...
Murong Yun stared at the scene before him, dumbfounded. Was this the peak power of the aggressive spiritual attribute?
The terrain of Liaozhou City was excellent, with only two gates front and back, and a moat dug around it. Once the gates were shut and the bridges withdrawn, attacking it became difficult.
Since ancient times, in siege warfare, when spiritual cultivation was equal, it required five times the troops to take a city.
In terms of troops, Liaozhou City was said to have one hundred thousand, but earlier Hua Yan and Hua Wu had already transferred away sixty thousand.
RUNA: Please read Chapter 150 again. I realized I first posted an incomplete chapter. Sorry and Thank you.
On the corridor, a beautiful unfamiliar person quietly observed everything, as if all were in perfect order.
He was the last master left in Liaozhou City—Su Liu, a seventh‑rank fire‑element expert, known to all as Deputy General Su.
"Where is the Madam?"
Murong Yun glanced at the sky; it was gray, bleak, and cold. The winter seemed endless, much like the ceaseless drifting snow.
At this moment, even she was uncertain about the fate of Liaozhou City.
The three spies picked this moment to act—no doubt the enemy beyond the walls was growing impatient. Fine then, since the city’s fall means death regardless, harsh as it sounds, they might as well be put to use.
A’Xuan paused on the veranda, pulling back the foot he’d just lifted, eyeing Murong Yun with amused curiosity.
It had to be said—Miss Lei’s expression, behavior, and aura at this moment were exactly to his taste. He liked it—liked it more the longer he looked, until his blood was boiling.
A’Xuan stared at Murong Yun without blinking beneath his mask, his heartbeat quickening.
The noodles had a firm bite as soon as they entered her mouth. Though light in flavor, they tasted quite good. Murong Yun’s eyes lit up, and she followed A'Xuan’s example by adding pickled vegetables, which added a touch of savory saltiness.
After finishing the modest bowl of noodle soup and taking the final bite of egg, she finally felt a bit of satisfaction.
As A Xuan spoke, a glint flashed in his eyes. It was almost exactly when the Pingyun army surrounded Liaozhou—by then, his injuries had already healed.
That night, Madam Hua made him a bowl of noodles with a poached egg. Then she asked him to search for her daughter, saying: if he found her, he should take the trouble to escort her back to Liujing; if not, he should find his own path and not return.
Though Hua Yan held the rank of Supreme First-Class National Guardian General of Nanchu, his villa in Liaozhou was remarkably simple.
There were no flowers or plants—the rear courtyard was a vast training ground. Many armored soldiers stood guard, and when they saw Hua Le return, they smiled brightly and offered a half-bow on the spot.
Father Cao saw the bundle and immediately scrambled over, clutching it tightly. His eyes gleamed with greed. He glanced at Cao Lingzhi again, but didn’t obediently back off as Murong Yun had expected.
Instead, he tried to bargain.
“Miss, this isn’t how business is done. I have such a grown daughter—this is far too little.”
“Of course.”
Murong Yun patted Hua Le’s head. Though she didn’t understand why picking it was necessary, to her, it was nothing more than a lift of the hand.
With a light step and spiritual energy surging through her legs, she leapt to the top of the towering plum tree in an instant. Before plucking the blossoms, she took advantage of the height to glimpse most of Liaozhou City.
The entrance to the passage was not wide, and very dark. Murong Yun, seeing the strings of grain sacks behind A'Xuan, finally showed some conscience and lit a ball of green spiritual light for illumination.
Since A'Xuan insisted on managing the grain sacks behind, Murong Yun cast a glance at her waist and stepped inside ahead of her.
The secret passage was very long, with many forks along the way. It was A'Xuan who guided the path, and according to him, if they took the wrong turn, what awaited ahead would be deadly traps.
“Ohhh—so that’s what’s going on!”
Hua Le nodded, half-understanding. Her questions were soon swept away by the joy of returning home, and she asked no further.
“Miss Lei, safe travels. Take these with you for the road.”
Sister Mu followed behind Hua Le, casting only a brief glance at the grain. Then she handed Murong Yun the bundle of provisions she had specially prepared for them.
But now that he had met Miss Lei, it was clear from her demeanor that she was not someone who changed her mind easily.
Looking again at little Hua Le, he sighed. So be it—he would risk his life to accompany her.
Besides, Madam Hua’s noodles were truly delicious. If given the chance to taste them again—why not?
When Murong Yun had almost finished the porridge, Sister Mu came over with the medicine box and was surprised when she saw Murong Yun who could already get out of bed.
Although she had seen the wound when she was carried back yesterday, and it was true that it was a flesh wound, the wound was close to the bone. Logically speaking, it would be difficult to even sit up to drink porridge, let alone get out of bed.
But looking at Murong Yun's face, she was quite energetic.
"It's just a minor injury. I'll be fine after I take a nap. Let's see what delicious food did Xiao Huale bring for me?"
Murong Yun touched Hua Le's head, and she really wasn't telling lies. Although she didn't know why, such a serious injury but her back feels a little itchy this time, and the healing speed was amazing.
"Well, I didn't bring much with me. They said you were injured and couldn't eat rich food."
"Miss Lei's injury hasn't healed yet, why did you get out of bed?"
The other party's tone was normal, and there was nothing unusual except for the concern.
No, she has changed drastically. With her personality, how could she not ask? This doesn't seem right.
"A'Xuan?"
"Cough, cough." Murong Yun, who was lying on the rice bag, complained silently, she choked on her saliva when she heard the bad words. She coughed so much that her pale face turned red due to excessive blood loss.
What kind of thriller story is this? Being favored by a pervert is not a good experience.
But the brother from the Water Village nodded with an eager look on his face and said, "You are absolutely right." He praised Murong Yun very ignorantly: "That's right, Miss Lei has a high level of cultivation, a beautiful person and a kind heart. I have never seen a better girl than her in my life."
She pretentiously glanced at the sky that had never stopped snowing, the sky is pitch-black. She nodded in agreement and said, "What you said makes perfect sense. Since that's the case, then the young master can follow us back."
"It just so happened that we managed to rob a lot of rice today, it will definitely fill us up." Murong Yun said, with a little proud face. She turned her head and looked at the long line of grain. Not to mention anything else, she was actually quite happy to see the white grain.
"The Lady's conditions are truly tempting to me as well; What should I do about this?" He pretended to look troubled, which made Murong Yun and Xue Dao both nervous.
He hesitated to make a decision until Murong Yun couldn't contain her impatience and grinded her teeth. When he saw her eyes flashed in anger, he seemed to have finally seen enough of the excitement and sighed, his voice full of regret.
"Unfortunately, I have already made a promise. I appreciate your kindness but I must respectfully decline."
