The Demon Lords

Chapter 463 59 South_2

Interestingly, when the Yan people came south, the area most devastated was not the three border regions, nor Shu Prefecture, Beihe, or West Mountain County. Instead, it was the capital city that suffered the greatest damage.

Thus, at this moment, a woman appeared. She was very beautiful, impeccably dressed, and not at all disheveled.

It was as if a gold ingot had suddenly appeared at a bustling street corner, yet no one dared to pick it up. From head to toe, she practically screamed "unusual."

Zheng Fan narrowed his eyes, trying his best to make out the woman's features. However, the distance was a bit too great, so apart from a faint sense of familiarity, he couldn't see her very clearly.

However, in the capital city, a woman who seemed familiar to me...

"So, you swordsmen don't have much in the way of brains, do you?"

This was addressed to the sword boy on Fanli's shoulder.

The sword boy nodded and said, "I often say the same thing to my master."

On this topic, the two of them—one large, one small—had clearly reached a consensus.

Baili Xianglan had arrived. She had said she would come out of the city to find Zheng Fan, and now, she truly had.

Then, a remark from the sword boy made Zheng Fan finally understand something.

The sword boy said, "She and my master had a good relationship back then."

So, it wasn't because of my "gaze" that she was so determined to kill me; it was because of Yuan Zhenxing, the Qian State's second-best swordsman.

"Oh, so it was a misunderstanding," Zheng Fan said.

The sword boy asked curiously, "My master wasn't killed by you?"

Zheng Fan nodded. "I didn't loose an arrow at that time. Your master's fatal wound was the arrow to his chest. It was shot by a barbarian soldier under my command named Tuoza. However, he already died in battle at West Wind Crossing. So, in a way, your master has already been avenged."

The sword boy's mouth formed a small "O," and he said, "I used to hear people say that Yan people are barbaric, and I've also often heard they are straightforward. I never knew Yan people could be as insidiously cunning as you."

Unwittingly, he had just smeared the reputation of all Yan people.

But Chief Zheng felt not the slightest bit of shame. He looked towards Liang Cheng ahead. Liang Cheng turned his head at the same moment. Their silent exchange began and concluded in that instant.

Zheng Fan was asking: Can you handle it?

He had brought three hundred cavalrymen for this bathing trip.

Liang Cheng's response was: No problem.

Zheng Fan felt relieved.

There's no sense in guarding against a thief for a thousand days. Right now, even if it means losing some men, taking this woman's life means I won't have to make such a fuss when I want to bathe in the future, at the very least.

However, just then, a man's figure emerged from behind Baili Xianglan.

The man held an iron sword, his posture somewhat unsteady, as if he were drunk.

Zheng Fan looked at the sword boy, pointed towards the man in front, and said, "Don't tell me…"

The sword boy reached out, patted Fanli's large head, and said, "Baili Sword is back."

Three hundred cavalry should be enough to handle one Baili Xianglan; this is open terrain, after all. A swordsman's blade is certainly formidable, but their physical bodies aren't as tough as a typical Martial Cultivator's.

But Baili Xianglan *plus* Baili Sword… This gave Zheng Fan pause.

"You guys are done for," the sword boy said with a chuckle.

Just then, Fanli also began to laugh. Then he picked up his axe and placed it right in front of the sword boy sitting on his shoulder.

The sword boy, furious, slapped Fanli's head several times and cursed, "I must have been blind to misjudge someone like you!"

Fanli still grinned good-naturedly, the axe moving even closer to the sword boy.

Ahead, the Baili siblings stopped. The cavalrymen forming the outer circle also reined in their horses.

Siniang had also finished her bath and emerged. Because she had taken a little extra time to reapply her disguise, she was somewhat surprised by the current scene and said, "This is just like a scene from a movie. I should find a chair for My lord."

With that, Siniang actually went back and brought out an armchair for Zheng Fan.

It was unclear what material the armchair was made of, and its craftsmanship seemed somewhat crude. But when Zheng Fan sat down and propped his leg up, he certainly had the air of a powerful, scheming official.

The villain's chair, the villain's hostage, the villain's assembled lackeys; across from them, a pair of sword-wielding siblings—the girl beautiful and pure, the man dazed as if drunk—a perfect carbon copy of the protagonist team from a martial arts film. It couldn't be more classic.

Heh, and you know, Baili Sword might look a bit decadent, but he really does have a bit of that Tony Leung vibe.

Zheng Fan's expression was calm, but inwardly he was a bit flustered, subconsciously wanting to bite his nails.

Siniang had already placed a handful of sunflower seeds into Zheng Fan's hand, and Zheng Fan began to crack them.

Baili Sword stopped. Baili Xianglan, however, continued forward for a short distance before she too stopped. Her gaze fell upon the sword boy perched on Fanli's shoulder.

"Her. Give her to us. You can leave."

Clearly, in the eyes of the Baili siblings, the sword boy's life was far more valuable than Zheng Fan's. Moreover, the two siblings clearly didn't take these three hundred cavalrymen very seriously.

"Done."

Zheng Fan agreed readily and declared at the same time, "Once we return to our barracks, we'll release her. We Yan people always keep our word—our promises are binding!"

Baili Xianglan frowned slightly. Obviously, despite their few interactions, her impression of Zheng Fan was not a good one.

She raised her sword, pointed it at Zheng Fan, and said,