Poison Doctor Roaming the Martial World

For several days, Mu Jin took Xiao Jin out to search for traces of Gu worms. As the last Gu worm was destroyed, the Grand Preceptor of Nan Yue spat out a mouthful of black blood and fainted in the middle of the altar...

With the Gu worms eradicated, Yang Jianwu bid farewell to Mo Ye, intending to return to the palace to see Consort Qi one last time before leaving the capital. Mo Ye was reluctant to see Yang Jianwu leave and hoped she could wait two days until he had made arrangements before they left together.

Yang Jianwu couldn't refuse Mo Ye's request and agreed to go together. Not wanting to return to the palace and see Mo Yu, she stayed in the military camp.

Feeling a bit bored in her tent, Yang Jianwu took Mujin and Ziping out for a stroll. Han Zhao was leading his troops in sparring training. Yang Jianwu glanced at them and prepared to leave. Ziping followed behind Yang Jianwu and said, "Miss, the troops under Prince Ning's command are too weak. If they were in our manor, they wouldn't even be qualified to guard the gate. If such troops went to the battlefield, they would suffer more defeats than victories."

Zi Ping was telling the truth, but to Han Zhao and his soldiers it was blatant sarcasm. They were all hot-blooded men, and they couldn't stand being looked down upon.

"Stop!" Han Zhao shouted sharply.

Yang Jianwu led the two back, pointed to herself, and asked, "You... are you telling us to stop?"

Han Zhao pointed at Zi Ping, "I told you to stop! Do you dare say those words again?!"

Zi Ping was still resentful because Hong Dian had covered for Mo Ye, and Han Zhao had even locked up her young lady in jail for half a day. Now she finally had an outlet for her anger. She put her hands on her hips, glared at him, and said, "I'll say it ten more times, you're all too weak! In the General's Mansion, even the gatekeepers are more capable than you!"

Yang Jianwu was usually a low-key person, so why was this brat so impatient? She immediately shouted, "Ziping! Shut up!"

Zi Ping got a flick on the forehead. "Quickly apologize to Commander Han, yes..."

Han Zhao waved his hand and said, "Miss Ziping, you must have some ability to say such things. Why don't you show us brothers what you're capable of, so that people won't think you're just talking big?"

Yang Jianwu was somewhat displeased at being interrupted. Since someone was asking for a beating, how could she refuse?

Seeing that her young mistress remained silent, Zi Ping, having received tacit approval, was not afraid at all. "Fine, how do you want to see it? Do you want to fight me, or compete in archery and horsemanship?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was met with a burst of laughter. Han Zhao's contempt was undisguised. "Haha, whatever Miss Ziping says we should compete in, we can't bully people with our strengths."

Another burst of laughter erupted. The two head guards who had witnessed Mu Jin's fighting prowess before were among them. By the time they tried to stop her, it was too late. Both young ladies were Yang's right-hand women. If Mu Jin was so formidable, Zi Ping must be no less so. How were they going to inform Commander Han...?

Zi Ping laughed and said, "Since Commander Han dares to compete in anything, then let's have a fight."

Han Zhao thought that Yang Jianwu's men were all ungrateful. A few days ago, he heard that another person named Mu Jin had defeated a small team of people, and they all fell to the ground. He hadn't swallowed his anger yet. Today, he had a chance to teach them a lesson about military might.

"I'd like to learn from Miss Ziping!" Han Zhao gestured for her to enter before attacking.

Zi Ping wasn't going to give in either, and she attacked head-on with lightning speed, kicking out a kick that sent Han Zhao's tall body flying straight away. He landed with a perfect dog-like swoop, his face making intimate contact with the ground, leaving his skin torn and bleeding profusely.

All the soldiers stared in disbelief at Han Zhao, who lay on the ground for what seemed like an eternity.

"Ptooey—" Han Zhao spat out a mouthful of bloody dirt, his fighting spirit ignited. He had never been so humiliated in his life!

"Come on, I don't believe you!"

Zi Ping clapped her hands. "Commander Han, it's good that you don't admit defeat, but it's not good if you can't face the facts."

The head guard, He Miao, stepped forward, helped Han Zhao up, patted the dirt off his body, and whispered, "Captain Han, stop fighting. These two maids are very good fighters. Last time, it was that maid named Mu Jin who took down our entire squad by herself."

Han Zhao pushed He Miao away, refusing to believe it, and attacked again. This time, Zi Ping didn't go so hard. She played hide-and-seek with Han Zhao. Han Zhao was tall, almost two heads taller than Zi Ping. Zi Ping dodged around Han Zhao nimbly, making Han Zhao seem very slow... Taking advantage of Han Zhao's inattention, Zi Ping flashed behind him and kicked him away again. Then she slapped Han Zhao's sore muscles with both hands. Han Zhao was in a very sorry state, curled up on the ground and unable to move for a long time.

When Mo Ye heard about what happened at the training ground, he rushed over and saw Han Zhao groaning in pain on the ground, trying his best to keep himself from making a sound.

Jing Nan thought about how Mu Jin had single-handedly taken on a small team before, and now Zi Ping had defeated Han Zhao. The people around Yang Jianwu were all too powerful, and he couldn't afford to offend them.

Han Zhao shakily got up, intending to attack again, but Mo Ye shouted, "Enough! Don't you know how shameful? Get back now!"

Han Zhao dared not disobey the military order, so he bowed and withdrew.

Mo Ye walked to Yang Jianwu's side and said, "Little Wu'er, I'm so sorry, it was my fault for not disciplining my subordinates properly."

Yang Jianwu shook his head, his expression indifferent, "It was my people who spoke rudely, and we should apologize."

Zi Ping was unconvinced and ran to Yang Jianwu's side. "Miss, I was not being unreasonable. I was just telling the truth. And it is a fact that Commander Han lost, which proves that I did not boast."

Yang Jianwu was helpless. This girl was really spoiled. What kind of occasion was this? There were so many people. Even if they were to fight, they would break their arms from cutting down the meat shields. And she still didn't know how to restrain herself!

Seeing Han Duwei being beaten, Mo Ye knew that Zi Ping wasn't exaggerating. But... was the army he trained really that weak? Not even qualified to guard Xiao Wu'er's house... how strong must the Yang family be?

Mo Ye was able to become a military leader, which meant he had the ability to judge people. Back when he first fought with Xiao Wu'er, he didn't give her a chance to explain. The second time, without using his internal energy, he was defeated by Xiao Wu'er through hand-to-hand combat alone.

As he thought about it, he thought of using his internal energy to shatter Xiao Wu'er's... No, he had to improve Xiao Wu'er's internal energy as well. What if she encountered someone like him again? Wouldn't she be at a great disadvantage?

Mo Ye shook his head, putting aside those messy thoughts. What he should be thinking about now is how to improve the overall strength of the army!

Seeing Mo Ye shake his head, Zi Ping thought that Mo Ye also thought that he was talking big. "If Your Highness Prince Ning doesn't believe me, let's continue the competition. There will be three of us, and you will form a team. No matter what the competition is, we will accept the challenge and let the army see where the gap is."

Mu Jin disagreed, saying, "Zi Ping, you have overstepped your bounds. How can you challenge us to a competition without Miss's permission?"

Zi Ping's pent-up anger finally exploded today, and she asked Yang Jianwu directly, "Miss, what do you think: to fight or to retreat?"