At that moment, A'xuan began to doubt his own charm. Back in Shang Han, he had been the dream husband of every woman in the kingdom.
A'xuan’s words were full of flaws, so Murong Yun’s first reaction upon hearing them was to roll her eyes.
What life‑and‑death bond? Sure, he can kill, but isn’t this guy the one who’d rather guard his donkey‑meat soup than help her fight?
“You…”
Li Su stopped halfway through his question, realizing that at this moment he was not the Li Su the other knew, but a disguised figure—a stranger in their eyes.
Fortunately, at that moment no one dwelled on the fleeting oddity across his face.
"Accident, an accident."
A'Xuan’s lips couldn’t help but curve into a faint smile; he could well imagine how furious Miss Lei must be right now.
Su Liu halted, startled. Though the figure moved swiftly, he recognized him—wasn’t that the odd fellow A'Xuan, the one Madam had saved?
Though the man was a bit strange, his strength was no less than Su Liu’s, and his character not too poor. Seeing his frantic urgency, it seemed this peculiar Thunder Lady had been brought back by him.
Truly, birds of a feather flock together.
Murong Yun’s eyes widened, filled with unwillingness. Yet all she saw was the futilely churning clouds, every flash of lightning converging to one point, as if to forge the strongest heavenly thunder.
She could hear it—the consciousness above, gloating, as if saying: Look, at last it has seized the chance.
At last, they could completely erase her—the anomaly that had slipped free of the world’s plot.
The other, with strength alone, held off the fifty thousand enemies pursuing him, and even chose to follow him back to defend Liaozhou.
Alas for Hua Yan—his whole life spent in war, all his cultivation carved from battle, yet he barely reached the eighth rank.
And this youth, not yet of age, already possessed eighth‑rank cultivation—an exceptionally powerful fire‑type spiritual adept. Such a genius, he was witnessing for the first time.
Murong Yun shifted her footing, moving through the air to block Gong Liu’s path.
At the same time, the vines slithered, wrapping around the two of them.
At this moment, Gong Liu was like a trapped turtle—only with Murong Yun as his roommate.
Gong Liu lifted both hands, two enormous water dragons gradually forming behind him. In the eerie voice, killing intent could not be concealed—like serpent tongues in the dark, flicking out to claim the prey’s life.
"Hmph, same to you!"
The two men’s spiritual energies clashed, each sickened by the other. Su Liu’s wrist, gripping his sword, was already numb, his fingers trembling—he cursed Heaven for not granting him more time to cultivate.
Su Liu let out a sky‑shaking roar, his breath full and fierce; behind him stood heroes ready to swear their lives to defend Liaozhou City.
Excluding those on the walls, within the city, and on defense, there were still twenty thousand young soldiers!
Amid the pounding of drums and the cries of voices, the two armies at last met in direct battle beneath the city walls.
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.
