The Regent's Koi Princess

Fan Wenlan's sword pierced Rong Qi's left shoulder fiercely.

With Fan Wenlan's decisive sword strike, blood splattered all over Rong Qi's left shoulder, and his black collar was soaked with blood.

With a "puff" sound, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

I saw him staggering, with a flash of incredible pain and astonishment in his eyes.

There was no hesitation in Fan Wenlan's eyes. Then, he stomped his right foot on the ground suddenly. As if a mountain was collapsing, an irresistible force burst out from the soles of his feet and turned into a fierce leg wind, heading straight for Rong Qi's chest.

Rong Qi only felt a gust of wind blowing towards him, mixed with Fan Wenlan's anger and determination. He tried his best to avoid it, but it was already the end of his strength.

There was a loud "bang" and Rong Qi's body was like a kite with a broken string. He was kicked into the air, drawing a sad and beautiful arc.

Finally, he fell heavily to the ground two meters away. Amidst the flying dust, only a shocking pool of blood and gasping sounds were left. The air around him seemed to have frozen.

Seeing Rong Qi being stabbed and kicked to the ground, all the disciples of Black Wind Hall were stunned for a moment.

They just stared at Rong Qi in amazement, even forgetting that they were still fighting.

Rong Qi lay on the ground and struggled to get up after a long time. He secretly took out a black porcelain bottle from his arms, quickly opened the bottle cap and tossed it away. In an instant, a burst of pungent smoke floated in the air.

"Cough cough..."

In the chaos, people burst into coughing.

"not good"

Fan Wenlan yelled: "The black smoke is poisonous, everyone hold your breath."

Seizing the opportunity, Rong Qi didn't care about the lives of the Black Wind Hall disciples, and fled in the chaos, disappearing into the night in an instant.

When the black smoke cleared, Rong Qi was no longer there.

The abandoned disciples of the Black Wind Hall were either killed or injured.

Just as Fan Wenlan was about to kill all the remnants, bursts of signal fireworks floated across the sky in the distance.

Seeing the fireworks, Fan Wenlan frowned instantly. This was sent by the prince. Could something big happen in the capital?

Before he could think clearly, a white carrier pigeon slowly landed on Fan Wenlan's shoulder.

Not daring to delay, Fan Wenlan quickly took the letter and opened it.

With the help of the flickering moonlight, Fan Wenlan finished reading the letter, put away his sword, looked at everyone and whispered: "There is a mission, retreat."

……

next day

Haicang Sect

The morning light sprinkled gently on the Haicang Sect's martial arts training ground. The golden light and the swords in the hands of the disciples complemented each other, shining with determination and hope.

Ling Xiao stood on the high platform with an upright posture, his long robe fluttering in the wind, like an eagle about to spread its wings and fly high.

Lin Xi stood next to Ling Xiao on his right.

Ling Xiao's eyes slowly swept across the stage, and the faces of every disciple came into his sight. Some were resolute and unyielding, some showed hesitation, and others showed undisguised desire and excitement.

"All disciples, listen up! As everyone knows, Zhaozhou has become a group of people who have committed all kinds of evil, including burning, killing, and looting.

Many soldiers of the Western Zhou Dynasty lost their lives because of them, and the people also complained bitterly.

Such evil people should be killed by everyone.

In the past, our Haicang Sect has never intervened in power struggles, and we don't need to get involved.

Now, we have encountered the murderous hands of the Black Wind Hall and almost lost our lives. Fortunately, this person in front of us..."

Ling Xiao raised his finger and pointed at Lin Xi and continued: "It was this Regent Princess who rescued us from the disaster. Even a weak woman like her knew how to stand up for the people of the world, so what about us, the seven-foot-tall men?

Can we just be cowards and hide behind a woman?

This sect leader is absolutely unwilling to do that.

If you are a man of steel, you must stand up and fight the enemy. This sect leader believes in a saying: Everyone is mortal since ancient times, but I will keep my loyalty to shine for the Western Zhou Dynasty.

A person can die gloriously or lightly. Whatever you choose, I will follow your voluntary registration."

Ling Xiao's voice was deep and powerful, penetrating the tranquility of the early morning. It was like an invisible force that instantly focused everyone's attention.

He paused for a moment, as if giving everyone time to think, and then continued, "Today, our sect leader will follow the Regent Princess to Western Liao to fight against Zhao Shizong. This battle is extraordinary. It not only concerns the honor of the sect, but also the safety of the people of the world.

If you are willing to follow me to Western Liao, I welcome you. If you are not willing to go, then you can stay in the sect and guard it."

Ling Xiao's words echoed over the martial arts training ground like morning bells and evening drums. The disciples had different expressions, but they were all lost in deep thought.

The sunlight shone through the sparse clouds, dappled onto their resolute faces, and every ray of light seemed to carry the weight of their decision.

After a moment of silence, a young disciple in the crowd gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, his eyes flashing with determination and indomitable spirit.

He looked at Ling Xiao, his eyes filled with fear of the unknown and desire for challenge.

Beside them, several good friends looked at each other. Without words, the tacit understanding and trust were enough to support them in facing the coming storms together.

Suddenly, another middle-aged disciple stepped forward, holding a long sword, the tip of the sword lightly tapped the ground, and said in a clear and firm voice: "Master, I am willing to follow you to Western Liao, to protect the country with swords and to show my determination with blood!"

His voice was like a clear spring that poured into people's hearts, instantly inspiring the passion and heroism of the disciples around him.

There was one person taking the lead, and the other disciples followed closely.

"The sect master's disciple is willing to go."

"Master, I will follow you till death."

"Master, take your disciples with you and let's go to Western Liao to fight against Zhao Shizong."

……

With the enthusiastic response from all the disciples, the entire Haicang Sect was instantly surrounded by the enthusiasm of such hot-blooded men.

Ling Xiao looked at the passionate young face and felt an indescribable warmth in his heart.

In the morning light, their eyes sparkled with determination and fearlessness, as bright as the rising sun.

He walked down the platform slowly; each step seemed extraordinarily heavy and powerful, as if every step was stepping on the hearts of his disciples.

He stopped in front of a young disciple, who had a childish face but eyes burning with fighting spirit. Ling Xiao gently patted his shoulder, and the warmth of his palm seemed to instantly convey endless courage and strength.

The young disciple looked up and his eyes met Ling Xiao's. At that moment, he seemed to see the glory and responsibility of the sect's century-old inheritance shining brightly in Ling Xiao's eyes.

Ling Xiao moved among the crowd, looking around at these disciples who had traveled the world with him.

Looking at these disciples who were full of fighting spirit, Ling Xiao spoke slowly, his tone leaving no room for doubt: "Since everyone has expressed their opinions, then everyone should listen to the orders of this Sect Master.

Young and strong disciples with strong martial arts skills can follow this master to fight against Western Liao, while those who are weak and sick can continue to stay in the sect to recuperate. "