Chapter 49

"Be cautious, retreat quickly."

The leader of the Tian Gang leaped out of the circle, glaring fiercely at Feng Jueyu. The battle tonight had left a deep impression on him. The astonishing killing techniques displayed by Feng Jueyu could be described as art.

Such a person was actually hidden within the Mu family army; the intelligence department had failed miserably. He would have to severely punish those incompetent fools when he returned.

At this moment, the riverbank was already filled with the sounds of battle cries. Without a doubt, the ten-man squad of assassins had been discovered, and most likely would not escape. However, the leader of the assassins was not worried. They had prepared for failure before coming. Once they failed, those captured would immediately commit suicide, revealing nothing about the Gold and Silver Society or the operation.

His gaze lingered on Feng Jueyu the longest. The leader of the assassins had several times wanted to go over and strike Feng Jueyu down with a palm, but ultimately held back.

Yang Huaiyi was not a mere decoration. Despite his severe injuries, he still had dozens of Mu family army soldiers around him.

Moreover, the mysterious person's skills were also unclear.

He seemed to have no true qi, yet his experience in killing was extremely seasoned. Even with thirty years of experience as an assassin, he could not compare.

This person was simply the epitome of an assassin.

Let's go.

The leader of the Tian Gang shook his head helplessly, pulled out a signal arrow, and shot it. Then he brushed his hand over a corpse on the ground and left.

...

"Puff!"

With the crisis resolved, Yang Huaiyi suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground. The soldiers rushed over to support him.

Yang Huaiyi said, "Zhao Hu, take men to the riverbank to clear out any survivors and contact the Shangguan family. We will board the ship immediately."

"Zhang Long, have your men check the surroundings. If there are any survivors, bring them to the ship and prevent them from committing suicide."

Orders were given one after another, and the soldiers began to busy themselves. A few young soldiers gathered together, bandaging their brothers' wounds, while others gathered the bodies of their fallen comrades. These loyal soldiers must not be left to rot in the wilderness; they needed to be brought back for a proper burial.

Shortly after, Mu Qianjun arrived with his silver spear, frowning at the scene of the carnage.

The soldiers had already returned, looking at the young general Mu Qianjun with a mournful expression.

"General," Yang Huaiyi, ignoring his injuries, knelt down, "I am incompetent. We fell into the enemy's ambush this time. Fifteen out of fifty brothers in the Silver Spear Camp are dead, and eight are injured. We almost suffered a complete defeat. Please punish me according to military law."

The soldiers knelt down, these iron-blooded men unable to bear such a blow, taking the blame upon themselves.

Mu Qianjun closed his eyes and sighed, "This is not your fault. We underestimated the enemy's intentions. All of you, get up."

"General," Yang Huaiyi trembled, clasping his fists, "If it weren't for this young master, the supplies would have been destroyed long ago."

"Hmm?" Mu Qianjun glanced around and only then noticed Feng Jueyu standing nearby, lost in thought. Although Yang Huaiyi did not explain what had happened, seeing the admiration and gratitude in the eyes of the usually proud Silver Spear Camp soldiers, Mu Qianjun understood. It seemed that the people he brought back alive were all thanks to him?

Mu Qianjun was a straightforward person. The Silver Spear Camp was his pride, and each one was his brother. Faced with the person who saved his brothers, he could only feel gratitude.

"Brother Feng," Mu Qianjun walked over...

Feng Jueyu, who was pondering the Gold and Silver Society, nodded in acknowledgment as Mu Qianjun approached.

"Brother Mu, did you win?"

Mu Qianjun smiled sheepishly, "I didn't lose."

Feng Jueyu chuckled, not responding. Not losing probably meant not winning either. That Yan Wuming was indeed skilled. If there was a chance, he would like to spar with him, Feng Jueyu thought.

Mu Qianjun hesitated, staring at Feng Jueyu for a long time before saying, "Great kindness needs no thanks. I have important matters to attend to and cannot thank you properly now. Please give me your address, and when I return, I will visit to express my gratitude."

Feng Jueyu smiled, "It was a small effort, not worth mentioning. Brother Mu, you are too formal."

As he spoke, Feng Jueyu approached Mu Qianjun and whispered a few words. Mu Qianjun was taken aback, then burst out laughing, "Brother Feng, you really... really leave me speechless."

Feng Jueyu said, "It's best not to let too many people know about this. I don't want to be hounded with questions. It's annoying just thinking about it."

Mu Qianjun shook his head, sighing, "Although I don't understand why Brother Feng is doing this, I trust that you have your reasons. Rest assured, without your permission, today's events will remain a secret among the Mu family army soldiers."

"Thank you." Feng Jueyu bowed, "I appreciate it. It's getting late, and I don't want to delay your departure."

"Alright, we'll meet again." Mu Qianjun nodded.

Yang Huaiyi, Zhao Hu, and Zhang Long exchanged glances and stepped forward.

At this moment, the remaining thirty-odd soldiers were alive only because of Feng Jueyu's appearance, and they were deeply moved.

"Thump, thump, thump"

The thirty-odd soldiers knelt in unison, with Yang Huaiyi leading, "Young Master Feng, your great kindness will be remembered by the Silver Spear Camp."

The iron-blooded soldiers, with their iron will and character, moved Feng Jueyu, despite his usually cold heart.

He nodded silently, "You are all men of honor. It is a pleasure to know you. I hope you return victorious and stay safe."

With that, Feng Jueyu walked away along the riverbank...

He was not a sentimental person. Although a fierce battle had forged a deep friendship with these iron-blooded soldiers, he would not linger.

Men, some things are best kept in the heart, no need to say them out loud, mutual understanding is enough...

Watching Feng Jueyu's lonely and graceful figure, the Mu family army soldiers were deeply moved...

From the moment they received the mission in the western border, they knew the journey was fraught with danger, and a single misstep could mean they would never return to their homeland.

This mission was indeed perilous, and some had even prepared to sacrifice themselves. But in the end, it was the appearance of this brilliant young master that saved them from disaster.

Not only that, but facing the powerful assassin alliance of the Gold and Silver Society, Feng Jueyu had turned the tide with his sharp skills, minimizing the heavy losses.

It could be said that the mission was completed successfully because of Feng Jueyu.

Even, it was a great victory...

Mu Qianjun watched for a while, took a deep breath, and his expression became particularly solemn. Only when the lonely figure disappeared at the foot of Lianlang Mountain did he say in a commanding tone, "Listen, keep everything about Young Master Feng to yourselves. Without my order, anyone who speaks a word will be punished according to military law."

"Yes..."

...

Returning from the foot of Lianlang Mountain to the western shore of Xilin Lake, Feng Jueyu felt physically and mentally exhausted. Although his body had been transformed by the forces of life and death, killing a few people should not have left him so tired. After some thought, Feng Jueyu found the root of the problem.

It was still the lack of mastery in the Life and Death Unpredictable Art. In just one night, he had consumed too much of the death qi, and the Hongyuan energy in the Hongyuan space could not replenish it in time, leading to a deficiency in his dantian and a scarcity of life and death qi in his meridians, causing the fatigue.

Thus, Feng Jueyu did not go anywhere else but returned directly to the Shangguan residence.

This incident made Feng Jueyu realize the importance of martial power. In the Tai Xuan Continent, without powerful skills, one could not protect oneself. Therefore, cultivating the Life and Death Unpredictable Art must be prioritized.

The Spring Talent Gathering was still in full swing. The songs and poems sung on Xilin Lake, after a night of refinement, were like snowflakes filling the entire capital. By midnight, the most bustling Xilin Square saw the start of a couplet and poetry competition. Poems from the past three days, gathered from talented people across the country and widely praised, were compiled into a new poetry collection.

Among them, the poems of the mysterious, unnamed young master from boat 138 were placed at the forefront of the poetry collection, surpassing even the renowned talents like Xi Ruiyun, Sima Ruyu, Ma Yuanru, and Shang Gongjin, becoming the most mysterious and essential part of the talent gathering.

All literati, from the Wen Yuan Palace and the University Hall to the book schools and poetry workshops, were vying to spread the poems that Feng Jueyu had written for wine, especially the "Hero's Journey," which had become the ultimate masterpiece of the talent gathering that day...

Another restless night, the talent gathering was unprecedentedly grand and busy. Scholars and university scholars were frantically searching for the unnamed young master from boat 138, but after a night of investigation, they found no information about boat 138, and even the two women who rowed the boat seemed to have vanished, leaving many literati and poets feeling a sense of loss.

The talent gathering was unprecedentedly hot, and the Shangguan residence was even more restless. The quiet courtyard was empty, with servants waiting in the rooms for their masters to return. The important figures of the Shangguan residence were attending the talent gathering, making the vast Shangguan residence seem deserted.

In Shangguan Lingyun's study, Wang Tong accompanied him, and a chessboard was set up on the tea table. The old man played chess alone, his brows furrowed with worry, occasionally looking up at the moon as if waiting for something...

On the other side, the cargo dock was brightly lit, with nearly a hundred true qi cultivators, either openly or secretly, surrounding the Shangguan family's warehouse and dock in three layers.

Shangguan Ruomeng, Shangguan Tengfeng, and Xing'er sat on the boat, silent...

After a long time, a firework bloomed in the sky dozens of miles away, different from the large fireworks over Xilin Square. This firework disappeared in an instant...

Although the firework was not spectacular, the fact it represented brought immense joy to the three people on the boat.

"Safe, Uncle Ran and General Mu have finally met up." Shangguan Ruomeng let out a long sigh of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted, and she slumped into her seat...

Note to readers:

PS: Continuing in the evening.

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