Chapter 87: Identity Exposed

Early the next morning, Yan Xuan quietly slipped into Jin Minchen’s room, helping him with half an hour of acupuncture before returning to his own chamber to bathe and change clothes. When he emerged refreshed and dressed, he noticed Jin Bao’er deep in thought.

“Brother Yan…”

“Yes? What’s the matter?” Yan Xuan sensed that Jin Bao’er wanted to say something but hesitated.

They were preparing to attack Yangwu City, which the Xia Kingdom had built upstream on the Wan River—a strategic stronghold at the fringe of the grasslands. Once they breached Yangwu City, they would ride the river downstream, advancing on the wealthier Xia cities along the middle and lower stretches of Wan River.

“Oh!” Li Xin screamed inwardly, unable to restrain himself as Su Xinlan continued her gentle touch, his body responding instinctively.

He gestured in the opposite direction from where the swan wanted to go, then, with surprising force, sat upright.

“I don’t recall ever saying that the way to improve one’s cultivation is through taking medicine,” Bai Moyou glanced at Leng Mu, raising the question.

In the very instant he released his grip, Zi Lingtian’s fist crashed into the man’s chest. The immense force blew apart the body of a peak Nine Tribulation Divine Emperor. Just before the explosion, Zi Lingtian had already vanished without a trace.

He had felt this sensation before from Bei Menjia, Xi Mending, and others, but never so directly.

Lu Xiao probably never imagined that not only would he die here, but his body would be discarded, robbed even of a proper burial in his homeland.

There was also the treasured blade personally forged by Blacksmith Cao—his masterpiece over the years. Though improved ironworking techniques by Wang Ze’s faction meant he could no longer claim it sliced through iron like mud, it could still shave hair from skin and kill without a drop of blood—a weapon of exceptional quality.

“I’ve already made up my mind about this. As long as you find Masao, everything will fall into place. Of course, I intend to act tomorrow, and my friend will be leaving in the next couple of days, so I’ll need his help,” Eagle Brother said, turning to Li Xin.

This revelation startled not only Landen, but even the unflappable person in charge was taken aback.

Chen Langya sneered, his Xuanyuan Sword trembling slightly as if it sensed its master’s soaring battle spirit. Chen Langya’s breath was steady, his gaze fierce like a dragon, surveying all beneath heaven with disdain.

“Mornwind, you always know me best.” Shao Junli chuckled, his eyes shining like polished lamps—he truly delighted in this.

“To go up Liang Mountain, there must be heroes. Seems my guess was right after all,” Kong Xiang laughed heartily.

“Xiang’er, Ruoxi, Madam will explain everything to you soon. I must head to the frontier now.” Li Feng nodded to Lü Xiang’er and Sheng Ruoxi, then mounted the horse led out by the servants, riding swiftly toward the northern city gate.

When Li Liang’s wagon caravan reached the outskirts, Yue Xiang had already received word. He resisted the urge to rush out and attack, patiently awaiting Li Liang’s appearance.

“So, you want to fight me?” Li Hong stood unafraid, sneering at Gou Shengzi, his hand resting on the pistol at his waist.

Hearing this, I instantly knew who it was. About twenty yards to my side, a charming young lady looked at us in surprise. Without a doubt, this was Miss Longwu.

Lü Xiang’er had never been looked at by a man like this before. Whether it was discomfort or unfamiliarity, she felt restless, unable to sit still. In the end, with no other option, she excused herself, saying she was tired from her journey back from Qingshi County, and retired to her room to rest.

Especially with the mechanized fortress crafted by the Mohist clan, he could come and go freely, unmonitored by anyone.