The Emperor's Favorite: The Useless and Crazy Concubine Who Conquers the World

He turned his body in the air and kicked Lan Yunyan's wrist.

Lan Yunyan's reaction was also extremely fast. She quickly put away her sword and jumped back to avoid the counterattack of the man in green.

The two separated again and stared at each other, looking for the other's flaws.

Just then, the sound of rapid horse hooves came from not far away, breaking the standoff between the two. A flicker of hesitation flashed across the green-shirted man's eyes, and he ultimately decided to retreat temporarily.

"Lan Yunyan, today's battle ends here." The man in green robes spoke with a hint of reluctance, "But this world is big, and we will meet again."

After saying this, his figure disappeared into the night like a gust of wind. Lan Yunyan stood there, looking in the direction where the man in green had disappeared, her heart filled with doubts.

Lan Yunyan frowned, pondering the origins and purpose of the man in green. The hurriedly departing figure seemed to carry an endless mystery, plunging her into deep thought.

The sound of horse hooves was getting closer and closer, and a moment later, a group of armored soldiers came galloping.

The leading general saw Lan Yunyan, pulled the reins, dismounted, clasped his fists, and asked, "Miss, what happened here?"

Lan Yunyan came back to her senses and shook her head slightly, saying, "Nothing serious, just a martial arts exchange with someone."

A hint of doubt flashed in the general's eyes, but he didn't ask any more questions. He just reminded: "Young lady, you must be careful at night. This place has not been very peaceful recently." After that, he left with the soldiers.

Lan Yunyan watched the soldiers retreating, her doubts growing. She decided to return to her residence first and make some plans.

Along the way, she recalled every detail of her fight with the man in green. His agile skills and unwilling eyes kept lingering in her mind.

After returning to her residence, Lan Yunyan lit a candle, sat at the table, and fell into deep thought.

She knew the world was filled with unknowns and dangers, and the man in green was undoubtedly a mysterious presence. Why had he suddenly appeared to fight her? And why had he hurried away at the sound of horse hooves? What secrets lay hidden behind all this?

The night gradually deepened, but Lan Yunyan had no desire to sleep. She stood up and walked to the window, looking out at the night sky. She secretly vowed in her heart that she would find out the identity and purpose of the man in green.

At this moment, she suddenly noticed a dark shadow flash past the window. Startled, Lan Yunyan immediately grabbed her sword and chased after it.

The black shadow moved through the night at an extremely fast speed. Lan Yunyan chased after it relentlessly, finally catching up with it in a small alley.

She looked closely and saw that it was a masked man. "Who are you? Why are you following me?" Lan Yunyan asked sternly.

The masked man didn't answer, but just looked at her coldly. Suddenly, the masked man attacked Lan Yunyan.

Lan Yunyan dodged sideways and retaliated with his sword. A fierce fight ensued between the two in the alley.

After a fight, Lan Yunyan discovered that the masked man's martial arts style was somewhat similar to that of the man in green.

She wondered if there was any connection between this masked man and the man in green? Thinking of this, Lan Yunyan used all her skills to force the masked man to reveal his flaws.

However, the masked man seemed to have sensed her intentions and was defending himself extremely tightly.

Just when the two were in a stalemate, there was suddenly a loud sound of footsteps.

A flash of panic flashed in the masked man's eyes, and he took the opportunity to break away from Lan Yunyan's attack and disappeared into the night. Lan Yunyan wanted to chase him, but was blocked by a group of people who came over.

These people were holding torches and looked like a patrol in the city.

"Who's fighting here?" asked the patrol leader.

Lan Yunyan explained, and after listening to her, the patrol captain warned her not to walk around at night and left with his men.

Lan Yunyan returned to her residence, feeling even more confused. This series of events made her feel as if she was caught in a huge mystery.

Lan Yunyan sat on the edge of the bed, her brow furrowed. She realized that things were not as simple as they seemed. What was the relationship between the man in green and the masked man? What did their appearance mean?

The next morning, the sun shone on the streets of the town, and Lan Yunyan decided to go to the teahouse in the town to inquire about the news.

The teahouse was bustling with people, a place where all kinds of news converged. She found a corner to sit down, ordered a cup of tea, and quietly listened to the conversations around her.

"Have you heard? Some mysterious people have come to the town recently and seem to be looking for someone." An old man whispered.

"Yeah, I've heard about it too. It seems to be related to some treasure." Another person echoed.

Lan Yunyan's heart skipped a beat. People? Treasure? Could it be related to the Qingshan people? She continued to listen calmly.

At this time, a young man who looked like a knight said, "I think these mysterious people might be some evil force from the upper continent. They definitely have no good intentions in coming here."

Lan Yunyan fell into deep thought and decided to start her investigation with the clue of the treasure. She left the teahouse and asked around the town about rumors about the treasure.

After some searching, Lan Yunyan finally got some more accurate information from an old hunter.

It is said that clues to the treasure may be hidden in an ancient temple outside the town.

The temple has been abandoned for a long time, but it was once an important religious site in the area. Legend has it that it houses a mysterious holy object that is inextricably linked to the treasure.

Lan Yunyan set off towards the temple without hesitation. Along the way, she passed through dense forests and crossed gurgling streams, finally arriving in front of the temple in the evening.

The temple gate was closed, the surrounding area was overgrown with weeds, and there was an old smell in the air.

She pushed the door open carefully, and the creaking sound seemed particularly abrupt in the silent atmosphere.

As we walked into the temple, it was dark and gloomy, with only a few faint rays of light coming in through the dilapidated windows.

Lan Yunyan looked around vigilantly. The murals on the wall were already mottled, but some ancient stories and mysterious symbols could still be vaguely seen.