The Savage Lady Wants to Kill Me! Reborn on the Path of Cultivation

Yi Shuirou fell into deep thought. She said slowly, "When I was with the princess, I always felt that she was full of worries and she smiled less. But it makes sense when you think about it. When a person is free, he or she doesn't need to think too much. Now the princess is carrying a country on her shoulders. The greater the power, the heavier the responsibility, and the more things she needs to consider."

After that, she turned to Duan Tianyang, her eyes full of curiosity: "By the way, you haven't answered my question yet, what is the relationship between you and the princess?"

Facing Yi Shuirou's questioning, Duan Tianyang said with an unnatural expression: "I think you should ask her this question."

After hearing this, Yi Shuirou looked at Duan Tianyang deeply, and without saying anything else, she turned around and walked out of the room.

Yi Shuirou's words reminded Duan Tianyang of the moment he parted with Ling Ziyan, and he could not forget it for a long time.

Although the two spent a wonderful night together, they did not cross the line. Even if they were a little intimate, it was only a light touch of their lips.

However, her hysterical crying the next day still made him feel inexplicably painful.

If Ling Ziyan really hated him so much, why did she let Yi Yunxi bring him back and even return the things that originally belonged to their engagement to him?

In addition, Ling Ziyan's current situation also made him feel deeply...

In the past, he was alone and free, but now he has many brothers around him, his power is growing day by day, and the responsibility on his shoulders is getting heavier. Every decision he makes affects the fate of thousands of people...

He took out the small brocade box he had been carrying with him, looked at the cracked pendant inside, and a myriad of thoughts ran through his mind...

The next morning, Duan Tianyang led an army of 6,000 monks and left Longsha City in a mighty manner, heading towards Tianhu City.

For this expedition, they prepared sufficient supplies, including dozens of catapults, as well as siege towers, battering rams and other heavy equipment, vowing to capture Tianhu City in one fell swoop.

Carrying a large amount of baggage, it was naturally difficult to speed up the march. Therefore, it took the monk army two full days to reach Black Wind Ridge.

In the sparsely wooded Xiguan area, Heifengling stands out for its dense forests and lush foliage, like an oasis in a barren desert.

Being in this lush forest, Duan Tianyang was no longer surprised by the successive ambushes that Chang's army, Xiao Fang and others encountered.

The area is densely wooded, making it an ideal place to set up an ambush and extremely difficult to detect.

When the monk army marched to Black Wind Ridge, Zhang Yi, Wan Fei and others who had suffered losses here were extremely nervous, and Yan Bin also kept sending spies to scout the enemy situation ahead.

The spies traveled back and forth many times, and the news they brought back was consistent: no enemy situation or ambush was found ahead.

However, all the soldiers remained on high alert until the army successfully crossed the Black Wind Ridge. Only then did everyone finally breathe a sigh of relief and relax their tense nerves.

It is true that "once bitten by a snake, one will be afraid of ropes for ten years."

The monk army set up camp about three miles away from the Tianhu Castle.

After the camp was properly set up, Duan Tianyang led 5,000 elite troops out of the camp with great momentum and stopped about a mile outside the north gate of Tianhu City.

He looked up and saw the towering walls of Tianhu City. Flags were flying on the top of the city walls and rebel soldiers were densely distributed on the top of the city walls.

Duan Tianyang stared intently for a moment, then turned to the generals around him and asked, "Which brother is willing to go into battle first?"

Before he finished speaking, Wan Fei rode forward, stepped in to salute, and replied eagerly: "Sir, I am willing to be the first and make amends for my mistakes. Please help me!"

Duan Tianyang thought for a moment and nodded in agreement: "Okay, General Wan will go first."

"Thank you, sir!" After receiving the order, Wan Fei immediately drove his horse to a place a hundred steps away from Tianhu City, pulled the reins, pointed at the top of the city and shouted loudly: "Where are the people from Yunhuan Sect? Get out now!"

Not long after Wan Fei started shouting and cursing in front of the city, the gate of Tianhu City suddenly opened, and more than 500 rebel soldiers poured out like a tide.

The leader wore a helmet and armor, and looked to be in his thirties.

Holding a spear in hand, he rode his horse towards Wan Fei. After reining in his horse, he looked him up and down, with a mocking smile on his face: "I was wondering who it was. It turns out that you, a defeated general, have the nerve to challenge me?"

The man in front of him was none other than Lu Qian, one of the Yunhuan Sect’s guardians.

Wan Fei and Lu Qian have known each other for a long time. They have fought many times and know each other's background well.

When enemies meet, their eyes are full of jealousy. When Wan Fei saw that it was Lu Qian, his eyes widened and he was furious. He shouted loudly and rushed towards Lu Qian with a knife. The two of them quickly started fighting.

The two men's cultivation levels are equal, and their martial arts are also equally matched, so it is difficult to tell who is better in a short period of time.

At first, Duan Tianyang and others were still able to watch the battle attentively, but after dozens of rounds of fierce fighting, the situation was still stalemate, with no clear winner, and impatience appeared on everyone's faces.

Yi Shuirou, in particular, yawned repeatedly as she watched. She said to Duan Tianyang, "If the two of them continue to fight like this, I'm afraid that even tomorrow there won't be a clear winner."

Although Yi Shuirou's words were unpleasant to hear, Duan Tianyang deeply agreed with them.

He turned his head and ordered in a deep voice: "Sound the horn to withdraw the troops, recall Wan Fei immediately!"

At the command, the melodious sound of the gong was heard from the monks' army, echoing like the sound of Sanskrit.

The sound of the war drum means advance, the sound of the horn means retreat; this is the immutable law on the battlefield.

However, Wan Fei seemed not to hear it and continued to fight fiercely with Lu Qian.

Yi Shuirou looked at this scene with a hint of sarcasm on her lips, thinking, are these Duan Tianyang's subordinates?

Refusing to retreat after the horn sounded was simply blatant disobedience. How could someone who disobeyed orders like this continue to stay in the army?

Duan Tianyang's face also darkened. He turned his head and said to Lu Jingyuan beside him: "Jingyuan, go replace Wan Fei!"

Lu Jingyuan immediately responded respectfully, then rode out of the camp on his horse and galloped towards the battlefield.

When Lu Jingyuan approached the battlefield between Wan Fei and Lu Qian, he shouted, "Wan Fei, the horn has sounded, why don't you retreat?"

Wan Fei was holding a black sword and fighting fiercely with Lu Qian. Without even turning his head, he shouted, "The outcome is not decided yet, how can I retreat so easily!"

Hearing this, Lu Jingyuan was furious. He shouted, "How dare you, Wan Fei! If you dare to disobey orders again, you will be punished according to military law!"

Hearing this, Wan Fei didn't dare to fight any longer. He pretended to attack with a knife, then quickly turned his horse's head and retreated to the rear.

Seeing this, Lu Qian, who was fighting fiercely, refused to give up. He held a spear in his hand and chased after the enemy closely.

Since Wan Fei was retreating, his horse's speed was relatively slow, while Lu Qian was sprinting at full speed, and his horse's speed was obviously much faster.

But in the blink of an eye, Lu Qian caught up with Wan Fei. When he was about to thrust out with the spear in his hand, suddenly, there was a whistling sound of breaking wind from his side...