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

When Duan Tianyang's eyes were focused, he suddenly turned around and said in a deep voice: "They should be spies of the Jin army. Jingyuan, you and Duoer go and kill them!"

Lu Jingyuan responded and winked at Hua Duoer, and the two of them instantly rushed towards the small hill in the distance like arrows.

At first, the two people on the hill still had a chance of survival, thinking that the distance was far and their whereabouts could be hidden.

However, as Lu Jingyuan and Hua Duoer approached, uneasiness gradually spread in their hearts.

The two men looked at each other, and tacitly chose to evacuate. They hurried down the mountain, mounted their horses, and galloped away.

Just as the two men ran a few meters, a sharp sound of breaking through the air suddenly rang out, followed by a scream that pierced the air. One of the riders suddenly lost balance, rolled off his horse, and a black arrow flashing with a cold light was stuck in his back.

His companions were astonished and looked back, only to see Lu Jingyuan and Hua Duoer standing on the top of the hill. Hua Duoer was holding the Star-Moon Bow tightly in her hand, with coldness in her eyes.

Witnessing the tragic situation of his companions, he was horrified and did not dare to hesitate for a moment. He kicked the horse's belly hard and shouted, "Gee!" The warhorse was frightened, and its four hooves flew into the air, galloping away wildly.

Lu Jingyuan sneered and walked down the hill calmly. Hua Duoer stood still and took out a new arrow from the quiver behind her. As her true energy surged, the arrow seemed to be given life. She drew the bow and aimed at the fleeing figure, pulling the bowstring again...

The black arrow shot out quickly, then climbed to mid-air and fell down with an unstoppable force.

The arrow came from behind the big man, but cleverly bypassed his body and accurately embedded itself into the neck of the warhorse.

With a crisp "click", the black arrow nailed the warhorse firmly. The warhorse neighed in despair and fell to the ground with a bang. The big man on it was also thrown into the air by inertia. After rolling for several meters, he lay on the ground in a mess, struggling with his limbs, but unable to get up.

Lu Jingyuan slowly walked to the big man's side and gave him a light kick. The big man fell on his back, unable to resist.

He looked at the prisoner carefully. He was about thirty years old, dressed in plain clothes, no different from ordinary people, but there was a bit of cunning in his eyes.

Lu Jingyuan squatted down and searched the man's arms, only finding some trivial things. Then he patted his waist and noticed something strange. He deftly reached into his belt and took out a copper military badge.

Staring at the military badge, Lu Jingyuan curled up the corner of his mouth in a sneer - this person was the spy sent by the Jin army, Tian Ge's guess was exactly right.

He lifted the big man roughly, and said in a cold tone: "Follow me!"

Afterwards, Lu Jingyuan took the Jin army spy and Hua Duoer back to their own camp.

When he came in front of Duan Tianyang, he casually threw the spy to the ground and handed over the military badge he had found.

Duan Tianyang took the military badge, examined it for a moment, squatted down, and looked at the big man with a sharp gaze: "I only ask one question, if you answer honestly, I will let you go immediately."

A trace of fear flashed across the big man's eyes, but he remained tough: "I, I don't know anything..."

Before he could finish his words, Duan Tianyang interrupted coldly, "How many people are there on your trip?"

The big man closed his eyes, clenched his teeth, and refused to answer.

Duan Tianyang chuckled and shook his head. He didn't ask any more questions, but got up and left.

At this time, Lu Jingyuan pulled out a dagger from his waist and was about to step forward, but was stopped by Miller: "General Lu, I have a brother who is very good at interrogation. Why don't you let him do it?"

Lu Jingyuan smiled indifferently, shrugged casually, and gracefully put the dagger back to his waist.

Miller turned around quickly and whispered something to a young man of similar age beside him. The young man nodded rapidly and walked quickly towards the spy.

He squatted down and introduced himself in Fan language: "Hello! I am a wood warrior."

The spy opened his eyes when he heard this, his eyes full of confusion, because he totally couldn't understand what the other party was saying.

The foreign youth calmly took out a delicate leather bag from his arms and gently unfolded it. Various knives were inserted in an orderly manner inside, and each of them was flashing with cold light.

He casually took out a black seed from his leather bag and smiled at the spy: "This is the seed of the thorn vine that is unique to my Western Fan. Once I use my true energy to stimulate it, its growth speed will be beyond imagination." (The following dialogue, the Fan language is omitted)

Although the spy didn't understand the meaning, he could sense something ominous in the young man's smile.

His eyes were filled with fear, he looked around, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "What did he say? What did he say?"

"Hush..." The young foreign man hushed, signaling the spy to be quiet, with a meaningful smile on his face, "Don't be afraid, death is still far away for you, but the process may be a little uncomfortable, just bear with it and it will pass."

After saying that, he quickly pulled out a small knife from his leather bag and accurately cut the spy's sleeve, revealing his delicate skin.

Then he gently cut a long and thin cut on the spy's arm and firmly embedded the black seed into the wound.

The foreign youth pressed the seed embedded in the wound with his fingers, his eyes revealing an irresistible majesty: "I'll ask you again, will you tell me or not?"

The spy's screams echoed in the air. He frantically asked the people around him, but all he got was silence and cold looks.

The foreign youth shrugged helplessly, then took a deep breath and slowly injected the true energy in his body into the seed.

In an instant, a strange life force surged between the spy's flesh and skin. The seed seemed to have obtained a large amount of nutrients and quickly took root and sprouted.

The roots of the seeds penetrated downwards, and the sprouts spread like greedy tentacles among the spy's flesh, forming shocking bulges.

The spy's face was filled with unspeakable pain and despair. It was an extreme pain of having flesh torn apart by thorns, far beyond the limit of what a human could endure.

"Fifty thousand... a full fifty thousand troops. General Shen is personally leading five major corps to encircle and suppress you... Stop it, make him stop now! I have told you everything I know..." The spy's wailing sounded like an otherworldly sound, extremely mournful.

Duan Tianyang walked forward slowly, patted the young man on the shoulder, signaled him to stop, and asked in a deep voice: "Which General Shen?"

"Shen Gu... General Shen..."

Zheng Guang approached Duan Tianyang and explained, "Sir, Shen Gu is the deputy commander of the 14th Army of the Jin Kingdom."

When these words were spoken, everyone was shocked. The deputy commander of the corps led the five major corps in person, and it seemed that he was determined to win.

Duan Tianyang nodded gently, patted the young man's shoulder again, and said softly, "Thank you for your hard work."

After saying this, he turned around and left leisurely.

Lu Jingyuan, Zheng Guang and others followed closely behind, with worried expressions on their faces: "Sir, Shen Gu is leading an army of 50,000 people to fight. We are outnumbered and need to avoid their sharp edge!"

Duan Tianyang looked back, his eyes deep: "Avoid, of course you have to avoid, but you have to keep a distance."

"My lord, what you mean is..."

"We want to lure the Jin army into the trap at Taishan. Now that the 50,000 Jin troops led by Shen Gu have fallen into the trap, how can we let them go easily?" Duan Tianyang explained slowly.