Longevity Candle

Chapter 37 The Sword Immortal's Sword Severely Injures the Elf

With the soldiers watching her go, Yao Yao rode out of Zhenbei City.

Once out of sight, Yao Yao tied up her horse, used her light-footed skills, and returned to Zhenbei City.

In the general's mansion.

Everyone toasted and drank, and the guests and hosts enjoyed themselves immensely.

Yao Yao is gone, and this massacre on the grassland naturally became their war achievement.

"happy."

A general swallowed a large mouthful of meat.

The other generals, holding lamb legs, devoured them with gusto.

With the severe drought and limited access to the grasslands, they haven't had such a carefree feast in a long time.

Yang Pingzhang smiled and said, "This general has already rushed to the capital to report our achievements. We have gone deep into the grasslands and killed countless enemies. The young emperor will certainly not be stingy with his rewards."

"It's all thanks to the general's efforts," the crowd complimented.

Yang Pingzhang laughed heartily, raised his cup, and said, "Let's drink together."

After drinking, everyone became more relaxed.

Jars of wine were brought into the banquet, and the soldiers outside swallowed hard, hoping to get some leftovers later.

Yao Yao sat on the roof, watching this scene with cold eyes.

In his drunken stupor, a general suddenly said, "General, Li Erfeng..."

"You're drunk!" Yang Pingzhang shouted, interrupting him.

The general jolted awake, instantly regaining his senses: "I'm drunk, I'm drunk."

The other generals were also startled.

"Yes, everyone go and rest," Yang Pingzhang said calmly.

"Yes." The generals rose and left.

A middle-aged man helped Yang Pingzhang leave, saying, "General, you are being too cautious."

"Cautious? You can't even imagine someone who can suppress the iron cavalry of the grasslands and survive the holy mountain."

A flicker of fear crossed Yang Pingzhang's eyes: "She might come back secretly. The reason I've gotten this far is because of my caution."

He also participated in the battle when he ventured deep into the grasslands to surround and kill the elves.

At that time, he was just a young nobleman who joined the army to gain prestige.

In that battle, an army of 300,000 was almost entirely wiped out by a white wolf.

He escaped with his life because he was in the rear and sensed something was wrong.

It was a complete massacre, something no ordinary person could withstand!
A wisp of sword energy silently entered Yang Pingzhang's body.

The general who had spoken out of turn while drunk returned to his residence and immediately summoned a squad of soldiers to guard the room, making it completely impenetrable before he felt somewhat at ease.

He entered the room, but then felt unsafe, so he crawled under the table, pried open the floorboards to reveal a hole, and carefully slid down.

This is a passageway leading outside the city, and there are also secret rooms where he kept the looted goods.

"Why did I talk so much today? I hope that woman hasn't come back." The general was still reflecting on himself.

Just as he was about to push open the bedroom door, a long sword was placed against his neck.

"I'm back," Yao Yao said coolly.

The general stiffened, his face contorted with grief, and said, "Heroine, Sword Immortal, let's talk this out. I have not offended you."

His legs were trembling; this man was a ruthless killer.

"I also heard the slip of the tongue at the banquet," Yao Yao said coldly.

The general had no more hope in his heart and said bitterly, "Please sit down, I will explain to you in detail."

"That's all there is to it." Yao Yao's voice was icy: "Where exactly is my father?"

“We really don’t know where your father is. You joined the White Wolf Tribe on Yang Pingzhang’s orders.”

The general sighed and recounted the story without hiding anything: "This story begins with a secret, about the elderly Emperor Yong'an..." Back then, he, Yang Pingzhang, and several other generals were all playboys who came here to gain experience.

Back then, Zhenbei City was smuggling with grassland tribes, and the profits were huge.

They thought the good days would continue, but Emperor Yong'an found the White Wolf King and sent an angel with the Emperor's Sword.

"That sword is magical, radiating golden light. Legend has it that it belongs to the sword immortal Ayan and can slay gods and monsters..."

The generals and Yang Pingzhang were hiding in the back; they were there to make money, not to risk their lives.

That's why he survived.

"What does this have to do with my father?" Yao Yao frowned.

The general said, "Although the sword immortal's sword severely injured the White Wolf King, it failed to kill him. The sword also shattered in that battle. Later, the war against the grassland was launched to cover your father's troops as they ventured deep into the grassland to search for the White Wolf King."

"These?"

"Yes, the imperial court did not give up the search for the White Wolf King and dispatched many wolf-hunting teams. I don't know the specific details. At that time, the angels were in charge, but the matter has long since ended."

"Finish?"

"Over the years, there have been four emperors, all of whom were young and incompetent. They had no time to care about this matter. The court was in chaos, and everyone was only concerned with fighting for power."

The general sighed deeply, "That's an emperor. In just a few decades, there have been four! Now it's the fifth emperor. I wonder how long he will reign."

Yao Yao had no interest in hearing about the emperor; "Where are my father and the others?"

"It's pretty much what you know. They were chased all the way to the Holy Mountain. They didn't come back, probably because they knew they wouldn't survive if they did."

Some teams returned back then, but they were all killed. Your father's team didn't return to Zhenbei City.

"If that's all there is to it, then just explain it clearly. Why don't you dare to say it?" Yao Yao sensed something was wrong.

"Because it was Yang Pingzhang who ordered the killing of the wolf-hunting team. He forced your father to not dare to return to Zhenbei City."

Why did he give this order?

"I don't know about that." The general shook his head. "I've already told you everything I know."

“Write down all of you corrupt people.”

Yao Yao sheathed her sword, and her head rolled off.

She still carried out the killing. A general who only knew how to be corrupt would only oppress ordinary soldiers if he lived.

She left silently through the secret passage and returned to the city.

Back at the general's mansion, just like the previous generals, her sword energy had already reached the underground secret passage.

The same caution!

This time, Yao Yao charged straight in, and the guards, all martial arts practitioners, fell silently.

She entered the secret passage and dragged Yang Pingzhang out directly.

With a long sword pressed against his throat, the general was even more terrified than the previous commanders: "It's all orders from above. I'm just following orders. I know a route that can bypass Zhenbei City and return to Qian Kingdom."

Which road?

"To the west, there is the Cliff of Ten Thousand Ghosts, where tens of thousands of soldiers were buried. Every night, there are sounds of ghosts wailing and wolves howling, and generally no one dares to go there," Yang Pingzhang said hastily.

"Are you sure my father didn't die at your hands?"

“No, the wolf-hunting team needs to verify identities repeatedly. I definitely don’t have your father,” Yang Pingzhang said firmly.

“Write down all of you corrupt officials.”

The sword energy surged, shattering the heart meridian.

She compared the two lists; Yang Pingzhang's list contained more names, covering almost all the middle and high-ranking officers in Zhenbei City.

That night, all the high-ranking generals of Zhenbei City died silently.

The grasslands have suffered heavy losses and are no longer able to attack the Qian Kingdom, so a war will not break out.

After obtaining the list of wolf-hunting soldiers from her father's group, Yao Yao left the city and rode her horse toward Ten Thousand Ghosts Cliff.

She took out a green lamp from the sword case, and holding it, she felt much more at ease: "If you are Jiang Zhu, how should I meet you? Is your so-called journey to afar just to keep me from knowing your identity?"

(End of this chapter)