After traveling through time, I became a princess in ancient times

Under the moonlight, two figures stood facing each other at a distance like two sculptures, with murderous intent hidden in the silence.

Seeing Er Niang and the others walking away, Du Wenxuan simply stopped pretending and raised a faint smile: "It seems that His Highness the Southern King also has a deep obsession with Jade Guanyin. You know, your appearance almost disrupted my plan."

The nightingale did not move, but responded with her eyes. Her cold eyes seemed to be able to see into people's hearts in the night.

She held the knife in both hands and did not let her guard down just because the man standing in front of her was a scholar. Instead, she became even more alert.

"I don't bother to kill you. Go back and tell the King of the South that for the sake of our past friendship, if the King of the South interferes in this matter again, don't blame me for not remembering our old friendship. I will kill him."

I didn't want to get entangled with Du Wenxuan because of his arrogance, but being disrespectful to the prince is absolutely not allowed.

Nightingale's eyes suddenly shrank, and the aura around her instantly became as cold as frost, even the air condensed. The sword light contained enough sharpness to tear the night sky and pointed directly at Du Wenxuan's vitals.

But he just shook the folding fan in his hand lightly, and the fan suddenly opened up, like an invisible shield, cleverly blocking the nightingale's powerful attack.

Du Wenxuan's movements were graceful, and he predicted Nightingale's attacks just right every time, as if he had everything under control.

He just turned his wrist slightly, and the folding fan instantly turned into a sharp sword blade that drew a bright silver light. This unsatisfactory battle was over in just a moment.

Nightingale covered her left arm with blood gushing out, her eyes filled with disbelief and fear: "You, you are Mu Bai?"

The folding fan gently tapped against Du Wenxuan's palm, and an evil smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, which looked particularly gloomy in the night, as if it could swallow up all the light.

"It's not fun to be recognized so quickly."

There was no warmth in those two short sentences, but the murderous intent in his eyes was as real as substance, penetrating every nerve of Nightingale.

Nightingale, who was also a killer, felt a chill in his heart. Although the names of the two men frightened many people in the martial arts world, the difference in strength between them was huge.

She knew in her heart that her prestige was entirely due to the secret help of Dao Kuang. Perhaps only Dao Kuang, who had died long ago, had the strength to compete with Mo Bai.

If they fall into the hands of the 'deadly scholar' who tops the list, both themselves and the King of the South will be doomed.

Taking this into consideration, the nightingale retreated quickly under the cover of night. Although it stepped on dead branches, it made no sound and disappeared into the shadows in an instant.

Looking at the disappearing shadow of the nightingale, Du Wenxuan stood where he was and did not chase after it. Instead, a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He suddenly turned around, paused, and slapped himself on the chest with such force that his clothes bulged and his whole body was filled with energy, blowing up the fallen leaves around him.

Although this palm strike was not fatal, it still caused serious injuries.

The nightingale, hiding in the dense shadows of the trees, seemed to have blended into the night, and even its breathing was barely audible.

Through the gaps between the branches and leaves, she saw that Du Wenxuan was so determined in injuring himself with his palm, and she couldn't help but have a deeper understanding of the cruelty of this "deadly scholar".

Mo Bai seemed injured, but in fact, he was planning something, perhaps brewing a trap that she hadn't even noticed yet.

The ghostly figure gradually disappeared into the boundless night, leaving behind only a faint smell of blood and lingering chill.

At the same time, Du Wenxuan slowly found everyone.

Seeing that he was injured, Er Niang gently touched the bloodstain on Du Wenxuan's clothes, and the bright red color hurt her heart.

The look of disdain he had before has now turned into worry!

Although Muntou had let down his guard, the embers of fighting still remained in his eyes. He said roughly, "Brother Wenxuan, you risked your life to save us. I cannot repay you for this kindness. I will remember it in my heart."

Dong Yuhong stood aside, trying hard to hold back her tears, biting her lower lip lightly: "Brother Du, your injury..."

As she spoke, she thought of her father who died to protect her. She couldn't help but shed tears, which fell into the dust at her feet and were instantly swallowed up by the night.

Du Wenxuan's eyes swept over everyone gently: "Miss Yuhong, I am also very sad about the death of Dong Biaotou, but we must complete his last wish and successfully send the Jade Guanyin to Nandu City. Moreover, it is not suitable to stay here for a long time, we must move as soon as possible. Second Mother, Brother Mentou and I will lead the way in front, you and Miss Yuhong must be careful."

Afterwards they found a cave. Er Niang and Dong Yuhong went to sleep first, while Du Wenxuan and Mentou were responsible for switching patrols.

In the middle of the night, Du Wenxuan took advantage of everyone's deep sleep and quietly shuttled between the shadows of the trees and came to the open space covered by branches and leaves.

Several men in black suddenly gathered from all directions like ghosts, half-knelt on the ground, their black robes fluttering, revealing only their cold eyes, and shouted in unison: "Master."

Du Wenxuan stood in the night, his face hidden in the shadows, his deep voice full of majesty: "Very good, the rumors about Jade Guanyin have caused unrest in the martial arts world, and many sects have killed each other for this. This is exactly what I want. Keep spreading rumors and make sure this storm continues to escalate."

After saying this, the men in black took the order and were about to disperse and leave when a slight noise broke the silence around them.

He was rubbing his sleepy eyes and in a daze he saw this secret scene. He looked at Du Wenxuan in disbelief, with words about Jade Guanyin and conspiracy echoing in his ears.

Du Wenxuan's figure was like a cheetah in the dark night, appearing silently behind Muntou, so fast that it was breathtaking.

A look of astonishment froze on his face, his eyes widened in disbelief, and he was about to draw the knife from his waist.

His move was as fast as lightning, and a palm wind wrapped in a sharp force silently imprinted on the vest of the man with a dull look.

Mentou's body trembled violently, and bright red blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. Then he staggered forward a few steps like a kite with a broken string, and fell weakly on the cold ground.

As the morning light breaks, a thin mist lingers in the woods, casting a mysterious veil over the quiet forest.

"what……"

Dong Yuhong's scream was sharp and terrified, like a blade cutting through the silence, waking up Er Niang from her sleep.

Er Niang sat up suddenly. She no longer saw the figure in the cave. Suddenly, she felt uneasy and ran quickly in the direction of the sound.

The scene before her made Er Niang stunned for a moment. The dead body was cruelly hung on an old locust tree, swaying in the wind, as desolate as a dead leaf in autumn.

His head was lowered and his eyes were wide open, as if he was telling of the confusion and fear he felt during his lifetime. There was a trace of dried blood at the corner of his mouth, which was particularly dazzling in the morning light.

At this time, Du Wenxuan walked into the open space slowly with sleepy eyes, as if he had just woken up from a dream, and asked in a fake tone: "What happened?"

"He is silent...He is silent..."

Er Niang's tears had already blurred her vision. She suddenly threw herself into Du Wenxuan's arms, tightly grasping his clothes with both hands, as if that was her only support now.

Her body trembled with excessive grief, and her tears kept falling on Du Wenxuan's shoulders, soaking his clothes.

Du Wenxuan patted Er Niang's back gently, and an imperceptible complex emotion flashed in his eyes, but he quickly hid it, leaving only comfort on his face, as if he wanted to use his arms to hold up the sky for Er Niang.