Chapter 58

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The moonlight illuminated the river valley, and the night was hazy.

The two figures in the night seemed somewhat mysterious, but under the divine awareness, they were clearly visible—it was Old Jiao and Ye Tianlong. They paused briefly on the hillside and then headed straight for the river valley.

Wujiao, not understanding the situation, stood up from the ground, hands behind his back, and slowly walked forward to meet them.

In a moment, they were only three to five zhang apart.

Old Jiao suddenly stopped, his expression turning serious: "You are... Wujiao?"

Ye Tianlong was also slightly taken aback, hesitated for a moment, and then moved to the right, slowly walking to the other side.

Wujiao stopped as well, curiously looking at the suspicious Ye Tianlong, and then smiled: "Is it that washing away the dirt reveals the true face, and no one recognizes you? Judging a person by their appearance is not good, hehe..."

His words carried a hidden meaning, clearly venting his dissatisfaction. He had been treated with contempt and neglect for several days due to his dirty appearance, and it was only thanks to Jiaobao's kind and generous nature that he hadn't left. His nonchalant tone, however, was seen as arrogance and ignorance by the others.

"It's good that it's you!"

Old Jiao confirmed he had found the right person, nodded slightly, and without any unnecessary words, coldly commanded: "Hand over the 'Ten Thousand Beast Technique' and go back to Fengxiang Tribe. If you dare to refuse, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Wujiao's smile froze, feeling somewhat bewildered. He scratched his chin and looked back.

Ye Tianlong was already four to five zhang behind him, and with a "clang," he drew his long sword from his waist. His stance clearly indicated he was about to attack.

Wujiao frowned, smacked his lips, and turned to look at Old Jiao, saying helplessly: "I told you I have nothing to do with the Fengxiang Tribe, so why are you still forcing me? And what is this 'Ten Thousand Beast Technique'?"

Old Jiao said coldly: "Since you're pretending to be ignorant, Tianlong..."

"Wait a moment!"

Wujiao shouted, urgently waving his hand behind him. Seeing Ye Tianlong standing still with his sword, he seized the opportunity to say: "Killing me is not hard, but can you explain it clearly?"

Old Jiao snorted and said: "Rumor has it that the Fengxiang Tribe has a rare beast control technique called the 'Ten Thousand Beast Technique,' written in ancient characters that have long been lost. Few people outside the tribe's head and elders can recognize them. The ancient characters you've been asking Jiaobao about for the past three days come from the 'Ten Thousand Beast Technique.' Even though you tried to hide it, you still exposed yourself. If you're not a spy for Fengxiang, who are you?"

Jiaobao had betrayed him, who said gentle women can't deceive?

Wujiao suddenly understood and couldn't help but ask: "Why does Jiaobao know the ancient characters? Is she the head of the tribe?"

Old Jiao replied: "Jiaobao is not the head, but the head's only daughter. You're about to die, so why ask such a question! The 'Ten Thousand Beast Technique' concerns the feud between two tribes, and I must have it..."

Oh, that girl indeed has a background. It's still unknown why she traveled so far to a foreign land.

Wujiao didn't wait for Old Jiao to finish speaking. He raised his hand, and a bone plate appeared in his palm, indicating: "I'll reiterate, I have nothing to do with Fengxiang. I accidentally found this and asked Jiaobao for help. Here it is, take it..." He raised his hand and added: "If you two act rashly, I'll destroy the 'Ten Thousand Beast Technique.'"

The 'Ten Thousand Beast Technique' was only a few hundred characters, which he had already memorized. Keeping it was useless, and giving it away would save him trouble!

Old Jiao was taken aback, his expression suspicious. After a moment of thought, he extended his hand: "Fine! Hand over the treasure, and you can leave. I'll spare your life..."

Wujiao smiled, somewhat sarcastically: "My life is in my hands, not yours. Don't try to deceive me with empty words."

Old Jiao's voice turned cold: "Are you forcing me to swear an oath?"

Wujiao lowered his arm and smiled: "These days, the most unreliable thing is an oath. How many honest people have been deceived!"

Old Jiao said solemnly: "An oath is a solemn promise, and breaking it goes against human nature and will be punished by heaven..."

Wujiao disagreed: "Ha, there are many people who go back on their word, but how many get struck by lightning? What's the point of such a promise, anyway?"

He seemed to be talking nonsense, but who could say it wasn't a sigh of frustration!

Old Jiao scolded: "A man of his word keeps his promises, and only then can he be without guilt before heaven and without shame before man! You call yourself a cultivator, yet you don't understand propriety and don't respect the way of heaven. How ridiculous!"

Wujiao shook his head: "I've read the classics and followed the teachings of the sages since childhood, upholding kindness and avoiding conflict. Yet, I've been driven to the brink of death by those who preach righteousness. Where is the justice of heaven? Even if I one day become an immortal, I won't forget my human nature and will cultivate a carefree life. What does that have to do with the way of heaven?" He didn't allow any argument and said bluntly: "Since Jiaobao has tricked me, I'll hand the 'Ten Thousand Beast Technique' to her directly!"

His words, spoken casually, seemed to be a mix of resentment and clever argument, yet carried a sense of detachment and nonchalance, leaving the others speechless.

An eye for an eye, and the moral high ground is clear!

Old Jiao hadn't spoken, but Ye Tianlong couldn't help but scold: "You dare to call Jiaobao a girl, how disrespectful!"

Wujiao took a step forward, saying casually: "I call my sister a girl, and there's nothing wrong with that... I almost forgot, I have a sister, sigh..."

His voice gradually lowered, ending in a slight sigh.

Ye Tianlong wouldn't let it go: "What is your sister compared to the noble Jiaobao?"

Wujiao stopped, turned abruptly, and a black aura flashed across his brow, his smile turning cold. He didn't say anything, just raised his eyebrows, bared his teeth, and continued walking, ignoring Old Jiao and heading straight for Ye Tianlong.

Old Jiao hesitated for a moment and silently stepped aside.

Ye Tianlong wanted to react but gave up, making a sword flourish and then following with his sword in hand.

As Wujiao passed Old Jiao, he muttered to himself: "Don't bully the cultured..." His tone was helpless, like a complaint or a plea, sounding somewhat pitiful. His head-shaking, quick-walking posture seemed more like a self-proclamation or a serious warning.

Old Jiao and Ye Tianlong followed silently, their eyes fixed on the swaying figure.

They walked out of the river valley, up the hill, and another hundred zhang to where the carriages were resting.

Under the pale moonlight, a bonfire flickered. In the cool breeze, the night was enchanting.

Wujiao walked briskly, enjoying the cool breeze. When he appeared near the bonfire, the resting group stood up. Fu Qi and others stepped back, drawing their weapons and looking wary.

The two women present were equally surprised. Juanzi, supporting Jiaobao, tilted her head and looked closely, exclaiming: "Sister, I recognize the clothes, but not the person. He can't be..."

In the light of the bonfire, a young man approached. He had a jade-like face, a straight nose, arched eyebrows, and twinkling eyes, with a smile on his lips. He looked refined and handsome, yet had a touch of rugged charm. However, his slightly old and ill-fitting blue robe added a sense of carefree laziness.

Jiaobao was slightly taken aback: "It can't be anyone else..."

Juanzi whispered: "Oh, after washing, he doesn't look bad at all..."

Wujiao walked past the bonfire directly to the two women. Before he got close, Fu Qi and the others blocked his path with their swords. He stopped calmly, smiling: "Miss Jiaobao, if you have something to say, just say it. Why resort to weapons..." He handed over the bone plate, indicating: "This is the 'Ten Thousand Beast Technique' you want. Can it save my life?"

Jiaobao's expression changed, looking at Old Jiao and Ye Tianlong nearby, guessing something, and couldn't help but shake her head. She then said apologetically: "That's not right, Brother Wu..."

Wujiao didn't want to talk more, casually threw the bone plate on the ground, clapped his hands, and looked around, his smile faint: "If you want to kill me, do it now!"

The group remained silent, only the bonfire crackled softly, the sound quickly disappearing in the night.

Seeing no one respond, Wujiao said: "Think carefully before you act. I'll be waiting here tonight, but not for long!" He shrugged, turned, and walked to the carriage, picked up the rain cover, and headed up the hill.

It's rare to see someone urging others to kill them!

Jiaobao sighed again and left alone. Juanzi followed, whispering. The group was still stunned, looking at each other.

On the hill, among the wild grass and broken walls, the night was eerie and desolate.

Wujiao found a flat spot between some low walls, spread out the rain cover, and lay down, recalling everything that had happened, and let out a long sigh. He then put aside his troubles, raised his left hand, and played with the bone ring on his thumb.

Bad things are common these days. If you dwell on them, life becomes unbearable. It's better to sleep and dream or ponder the mysteries of the bone ring and the strange large bow inside.

Why is there only a bow and no arrows?

"Wu... Big Brother Wu!"

At that moment, a figure appeared outside the low wall.

Wujiao, lying comfortably, didn't bother to sit up, just moved his buttocks, leaned against the wall, and propped his arms behind his head, smiling: "Juanzi, since you don't have a big brother, who are you calling?"

It was Juanzi, holding a cloth-wrapped piece of meat and a water bag, looking somewhat shy and uneasy. Seeing Wujiao still his usual casual self, she relaxed, stepped over the gap in the wall, put down the cloth, and didn't leave immediately, fidgeting with her hands: "Hehe! Big Brother Wu, it's you. Who made you a Wu? Sister is worried you might be hungry, so she sent me with some food!"

Wujiao said: "Thank you, Miss Jiaobao!"

Juanzi nodded quickly: "Sister treats you well, which is rare! Why not repay her kindness by following her to Youxiong City? You'll have fine clothes and food, and enjoy a life of luxury, better than wandering and living in uncertainty, which is heartbreaking..."

Wujiao was surprised: "You are very loyal, always thinking of your mistress. But I'm dirty and smelly, how can I become Miss Jiaobao's servant?"

Juanzi smiled nervously: "Hehe, you have a clear face and can talk well. If Sister helps you find a wife, there will surely be girls who like you!"

Wujiao widened his eyes: "Is your sister trying to make up for her mistake, or does she lack servants? She wants to find me a wife like you?"

Juanzi turned and stomped her foot, blushing: "How embarrassing!"

Wujiao grinned, half-smiling: "Unfortunately, I'm already taken!"

Juanzi turned back quickly: "Nonsense, I haven't agreed yet..."

Wujiao sat up, boasting: "She's a fairy! Beautiful beyond compare, a national treasure..."

Juanzi looked disappointed but couldn't help smiling, pretending to be angry: "Pah! How improper! If there were really a fairy, would she look at you?"

Wujiao was just teasing Juanzi, making fun of the little girl. Suddenly, his expression turned serious, and he put his hand to his mouth, signaling: "Shh..."

Juanzi didn't understand, still wanting to joke.

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