Chapter 65

The large man from the Yan Kingdom who had broken through the defenses turned around and formed a barrier, his hands flashing with pitch-black eagle claws, transforming into countless claw shadows!

Hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss...

The entire space was filled with the shadows of eagle claws, almost obscuring the view; they firmly blocked the attack of the nine men in green robes.

The last sixth person did not even turn around, leaping up like lightning and rushing out, leaping seventeen zhang in the air, almost reaching the wall.

"Die..."

Fei Xinyu roared, black light suddenly bursting out. The four Yan Kingdom experts who intercepted him all let out a惨call at the same time, their bodies suddenly torn apart!

Amidst the rain of blood, Fei Xinyu's body was like a demon, covered in a crimson hue, descending from the air.

With just one kick, he shattered the head of the eagle claw expert, his body swirling like a hurricane, turning into a blurry gray shadow rushing towards the last person.

Boom!

The man was already on the wall, but it was too late for him to escape.

He was already locked in by Fei Xinyu's momentum.

Roaring, he gathered all his cultivation and met Fei Xinyu's palm strike.

Fei Xinyu's body paused, but the man was already spitting blood, his body flipping and rolling, flying out dozens of zhang, landing on a large tree, and then disappearing in a flash.

He did not resist Fei Xinyu's power but instead fully absorbed the attack into his body, using the fatal blow to push off the wall with his feet, increasing his speed to escape.

Just to deliver a message!

Fei Xinyu roared, "Where are you going!" and chased after him.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

Countless men in green robes, their eyes red, pursued him.

No matter what, they could not let him escape!

This series of events, though described in detail, actually took only a dozen seconds to unfold.

The dust was still swirling.

The bricks on the wall were about to fall.

But there were no living people left here.

Feng Yin stood a few dozen meters away, hidden by a large tree, watching the battle, feeling a chill run through his heart.

Each of these fighters was far stronger than himself, the weakest of them likely at the Fourth or Fifth Rank of the Innate stage.

As for Fei Xinyu, he had likely transcended the Innate stage.

In such a battle, he could not intervene.

The Yan Kingdom spies were all dead.

In the field, only a few unconscious men in green robes remained, and a few more had already fallen in battle.

A severely injured man in green robes stayed behind to take care of his unconscious brothers.

The bodies on the ground were still fresh, blood still flowing from their wounds, not yet coagulated, but the people were already gone.

Feng Yin, his face covered, dashed out, stuffing a pill into the mouth of each injured man in green robes.

"Who?!"

The severely injured man in green robes suddenly became alert.

But then a pill appeared in his hand, with a familiar scent.

He was stunned.

"Take it."

Feng Yin's voice.

"Mr. Feng?" The man was suddenly overjoyed: "You... you didn't..."

"Take it quickly."

"Okay."

The man swallowed the pill and saw Feng Yin hand him a cloth bag: "There are twenty healing pills inside, for Deputy Captain Fei."

"Yes, sir..."

"I can't show my face now..."

Feng Yin turned and disappeared around the corner.

Fei Xinyu returned like a whirlwind: "How are the brothers?"

"Besides the three who fell in battle, the others are fine..."

"What's this?"

"This... Mr. Feng just appeared, left these healing pills, and asked me to give them to you, sir."

Fei Xinyu was stunned: "Mr. Feng? Doctor Feng?"

"Yes, he also said..."

Fei Xinyu frowned, placing the small cloth bag in his chest, thinking for a moment, and said solemnly: "No one can know that Mr. Feng appeared!"

"Yes!"

"Even Lord He and Captain Wu!"

"..."

"Say it, and I'll beat you to death, you little brat!"

"Fei Fenhong, do you have the guts to beat me to death now?!" The injured man in green robes suddenly stiffened: "Damn, threatening me?"

"..."

Fei Xinyu was speechless.

Just a moment ago, he was respectfully called "sir"... how did he suddenly turn on me?

"I'm wrong, brother... but this matter is serious, please don't tell anyone?" Fei Xinyu immediately softened. At that moment, he suddenly understood how He Biqu felt.

He realized how difficult it was for Lord He.

"Fine, I won't say. I have no interest in spreading rumors."

"Uh... may I ask your name?" Fei Xinyu couldn't understand what had set this guy off. He seemed fine just a moment ago, but now he was so irritable.

"My name is Tu Zi!"

Tu Zi said angrily: "My son is named Tu Zai... you said one word and wanted to kill both of us! Damn you!"

"..."

Fei Xinyu was speechless.

To encounter such a situation, it seems my luck is really turning.

"Did you catch the one who ran? Sir Fei? Ah, I was a bit impulsive just now." Tu Zi felt a bit regretful, having just lashed out at the deputy captain.

"Didn't catch him..." Fei Xinyu's face darkened: "When we found him, he was already dead. We don't know if he managed to send the message..."

"These guys are pretty tough." Tu Zi was a bit impressed: "None of them fear death."

Fei Xinyu's face darkened, sighing: "Our brothers, when discovered there... were just as tough."

"..."

Tu Zi's mood sank.

Fei Xinyu carefully tended to the bodies of the three fallen men in green robes, unusually meticulous and gentle.

He carefully arranged their appearances and clothing, making them neat and tidy.

Only then did he stop, bowing deeply.

Without a word, he turned to tend to the bodies of the six Yan Kingdom spies, still being careful and meticulous.

If you surrender, I will mince you into meat paste and still look down on you.

But if you die in battle like this, you deserve my respect.

Even though I will still kill you and be ruthless if I see you again, I know that deep down, you and I, and my brothers, are the same kind of people.

Tu Zi silently helped, his face solemn.

The men in green robes who had pursued the enemy returned, stepping into the dust and mist, silently helping to clean up, not missing a single trace.

No one spoke a word throughout the process.

...

Feng Yin himself didn't expect the journey to take so long. By the time he reached Qiankun Tower, the sun was already setting.

His mood had been heavy the entire way.

The scenes of the Rainbow Green Robes fighting to the death kept flashing before his eyes.

The words kept echoing in his ears.

"Once in the Great Qin, you can't leave?"

The surging blood, the desperate fighting; the lives that vanished in an instant, the bodies that fell.

They were the pillars of their families!

But they were also the pillars of this country!

They did not hesitate to give their lives, pouring their blood onto any battlefield!

Even in their last moments, their eyes were still filled with passion.

"Great Qin, Great Qin!"

Feng Yin murmured to himself.

...

Qiankun Tower was not as grand as Feng Yin had imagined.

It was even somewhat ordinary, the entire building ancient and elegant, somewhat aged compared to the surrounding structures.

Feng Yin strolled in, seeing incense smoke curling and the faint sound of a zither, a peaceful and harmonious scene, not a place for business but more like a secluded retreat in the midst of the city.

Compared to the battlefield with its smoke and blood, the peace and harmony here were like heaven.

Stepping from the bloody battlefield into this place, Feng Yin's senses were momentarily disoriented.

It felt as if he had experienced two different worlds in a short moment.

An emaciated old man was half-lying in a rocking chair, holding a book and reading with great interest.

On a small table beside him was a small, exquisite incense burner, emitting a fragrant aroma.

Feng Yin pushed the door open.

"Who is this guest?"

The old man put down his book, slowly sitting up, squinting his eyes, and sizing up Feng Yin, his eyes filled with confusion.

"I am here on someone's behalf to deliver something, to be given to the innkeeper of this tower," Feng Yin said.

He just wanted to complete this task and leave quickly.

He felt mentally and physically exhausted, wanting nothing more than to go back, lie in his rocking chair, and think things through.

"I am the innkeeper."

The old man smiled, his kind and benevolent face saying, "May I ask what you are delivering?"

"Here it is."

Feng Yin took out the package and gently placed it on the table.

The old man did not immediately open it but smiled at Feng Yin, "May I ask who sent you?"

"I truly don't know. The matter happened suddenly, and I received this package unexpectedly. The delivery location was written in a letter attached to the package."

"Oh? May I see the letter?" The old man's smile was warm and friendly.

"Of course."

Feng Yin understood the old man's concerns. If it were him, he would have done the same.

He took the letter from his chest: "Here it is."

The old man took it, opened it, and his eyes immediately fell on the signature at the bottom, his face twitching slightly.

He then looked up at Feng Yin, his eyes sharp.

Then he said, "Please wait a moment."