I transmigrated to ancient times and became a king with a title equal to mine.

Thanks to Long Yingshan's efforts, the Xia Kingdom's government gradually got back on track.

Strengthening border defenses ensures peace and tranquility in the border regions;

The rectification of officialdom has made officials afraid to embezzle and engage in corruption.

Prioritizing people's livelihoods enables them to live and work in peace and contentment.

Under his rule, the Great Xia Dynasty gradually prospered and stabilized.

Having relinquished his responsibilities in national governance, Long Bin devoted himself to cultivation, often traveling the world as a wandering knight under the name Ning Long.

That day, they were surrounded by dozens of people at the foot of Woniu Mountain, west of Juchao City.

Long Bin, now using the alias Ning Long, whose nickname in the martial arts world was "Heavenly Fiend Dragon," a title he earned in his lifetime, angrily demanded upon seeing the situation, "Who are you? Why are you stopping us?"

The burly man at the head of the group laughed heartily and said, "Heavenly Fiend Mad Dragon, I am Wu Hu, the Crouching Mountain Tiger."

Wu Hu?

Long Bin's memory of this person was not very clear, and he said in a deep voice, "Just say it directly, why did you stop my wife and me?"

"For no other reason than your account was too arrogant. Today, I, Wu, will slay the mad dragon."

Although Leng Ning Shuang was a woman, she possessed the spirit of a chivalrous heroine. She leaped forward and struck Wu Hu on horseback with a series of sharp blows, enraging him.

"Hmph, brothers, get them! Take down this couple! I'll torture the guy slowly, but you guys can have your fun with the woman!"

Wu Hu gritted his teeth and waved his hand, and the crowd rushed towards Ning Long and Leng Ning Shuang like wild horses.

Ning Long's lips curled into a cold smile. With a flicker of his body, he moved through the crowd like a ghost. His fists carried a sharp gust of wind, and each person he struck was sent flying backward as if hit by a giant hammer, spitting out blood.

The Cold Frost is like the Yue Maiden Sword being drawn from its sheath, its light as smooth as woven silk, each strike precisely aimed at the enemy's vital points.

Her swordsmanship was sharp and elegant, like a dance, dazzling the eye. Wherever the sword tip passed, the enemy's weapons shattered, and their bodies were slashed with bloody marks.

The couple worked together seamlessly, and in no time, more than half of the thirty-odd martial arts figures had fallen. Upon seeing this, a flicker of fear crossed Wu Hu's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure and swung his large axe fiercely at Ning Long.

Ning Long dodged the attack easily by sidestepping. He then threw a backhand punch, striking Wu Hu squarely in the chest.

Wu Huru was struck by the giant hammer and flew backward, crashing heavily to the ground, spitting blood and barely breathing.

"Is this all you've got? You think you can avenge your third uncle?" Ning Long sneered, walked up to Wu Hu, and stepped on his chest.

Wu Hu's face was deathly pale, his eyes filled with despair and resentment. He struggled to say, "You...you'll regret this..."

"Regret? Hmph, all we know is that the wicked will eventually be eliminated!"

Leng Ningshuang said coldly, the tip of the Yue Nu Sword in her hand trembling slightly, as if telling of endless killing intent.

Wu Hu felt as if a mountain was pressing down on his chest, making it extremely difficult to breathe.

He stared wide-eyed at Ning Long's indifferent face, a fear he had never felt before welling up inside him.

He knew full well that he was likely doomed today.

"Cough...cough..."

Wu Hu coughed violently, each cough causing a tearing pain in his chest. He struggled to get up, but to no avail.

Ning Long increased the pressure on his feet, and said coldly, "Those who do evil deserve this retribution. Your third uncle committed numerous evils, and we killed him on behalf of Heaven. But you, unrepentant, still want to avenge him—it's utterly laughable!"

Leng Ningshuang also stepped forward, and the tip of her Yue Nu sword lightly grazed Wu Hu's cheek, leaving a bloody mark.

A cold smile curled at the corner of her lips as she said, "Your life ends here today."

Wu Hu trembled violently as he felt the cold tip of the sword tracing across his face.

A strong will to survive surged within him, but in the face of such absolute power, everything seemed so pale and powerless.

Suddenly, Ning Long's eyes sharpened. He sensed that something was amiss in the surrounding atmosphere. He looked up sharply and saw dust billowing in the distance, as if a large group of people was approaching.

"Oh no, reinforcements!" Ning Long was startled. He quickly made a judgment, "Leng Ning Shuang, let's go!"

Leng Ning Shuang also noticed something was wrong. She nodded, and the two of them moved like two streaks of light, disappearing into the distance.

Those martial arts practitioners who were lying on the ground were all shocked when they saw this scene.

They never expected that the couple's strength was so terrifying; even Wu Hu was no match for them, let alone the reinforcements that had not yet arrived.

Wu Hu watched the two figures disappear into the distance, his eyes filled with resentment and bitterness. He struggled to his feet, muttering to himself, "You wait, I won't let you get away with this..."

At this moment, the large group of people from afar had arrived. When they saw the mess on the ground and Wu Hu lying there, they all showed expressions of surprise.

"Wu Hu, what's going on?" A burly man stepped forward and asked in a deep voice.

Wu Hu coughed a few times and said with difficulty, "That...that couple...they were too powerful...we...we were no match for them..."

Upon hearing this, the burly man frowned, gazed into the distance as if trying to find the couple, but ultimately sighed helplessly.

"Let's go back first, and then we can discuss this further." The big man waved his hand and led the group away from the place.

Meanwhile, Ning Long and Leng Ning Shuang had already distanced themselves from the place of trouble.

They found a secluded cave and settled down temporarily.

"I never expected that this would alert their reinforcements." Ning Long sat in the cave, his brows furrowed.

Leng Ning Shuang also looked somewhat serious: "Yes, it seems our whereabouts have been exposed. From now on, we need to be even more careful."

Ning Long nodded, pondered for a moment, and said, "The best we can do now is to find that sword manual as soon as possible so that we can get rid of these troubles completely."

Upon hearing this, Leng Ning Shuang's eyes flashed with determination: "That's right, we must find the Sword Manual as soon as possible. Only in this way can we protect ourselves and those around us."

After discussing it for a while, the two decided to continue their journey. They knew the road ahead was full of unknowns and dangers, but they were fearless. Because they believed that as long as they had a sword in their hearts, they could overcome all obstacles and move forward.

In the days that followed, Ning Long and Leng Ning Shuang endured hardships and slept outdoors. They not only had to evade the martial arts figures who were hunting them down, but also had to be constantly vigilant about the dangers around them.

However, it was precisely these hardships that honed their swordsmanship and deepened their teamwork. They knew that every battle was a test of their abilities.