Starting with the Magic Absorption Technique: I swept through the fantasy world.

"The current leaders of the Hidden Clan, along with the two popes, the emperors of several great empires, the Elf Queen, the Dragon Clan Chief, and the Orc Alliance, have agreed that they will only devote all their efforts to resisting the alien races if the war against them breaks out again. Only then will they appear before the world."

After she finished speaking, she looked at the boy beside her.

After a while, Wang Mu said softly, "Thank you."

Although the other party had a slight smile, Xu Ya knew that the emperor was still very disappointed and even in pain. So a ray of soft light appeared and enveloped the boy. Even Li Xue next to him felt at ease and enjoyed the baptism of the Li Yan spiritual power.

As noon approached, Wang Mu was still in low spirits. Seeing this, the princess did not rush on her way and stayed there.

After comforting Wang Mu for a while, she and Xu Ya got off the carriage and returned to their own carriage.

Not long after, Lina said from outside, "Your Highness, the Emperor has left and told us to go to the academy ourselves."

Lixue felt a pang of sorrow upon hearing this, but she guessed that the Emperor must have gone after that girl Ning Lian. She got off the carriage, and overwhelmed with grief, she couldn't help but shed two lines of tears.

Xu Ya walked to her side, and the two looked into the distance together. That was the direction Ning Lian had gone. The Emperor had also gone there, and he was probably more than ten kilometers away now. It was snowing heavily again, and it seemed that it wouldn't stop for a while.

After a while, Lixue said sadly, "I am not crying because he did not say goodbye, but because he is in pain. I can see that he is very lonely, but what can I do? I feel so helpless."

"Now I finally understand his past indifference and disregard for people. Cousin, I am so heartbroken."

“I can’t get close to him, I can’t stay by his side. I thought I had gotten to know him and become familiar with him during this time, but I just lingered in front of him. I don’t even know what he is thinking.”

Xuya held the princess's small hand and sighed deeply. There was an unknown sadness in her heart, like a thorn in her heart, and she didn't know why.

Wang Mu chased for several hours and finally caught up with Ning Lian and her group, but he did not appear in front of Ning Lian. He just followed silently from behind, and from time to time looked down from the high mountain to see the figure that wanted to approach.

He didn't know where he was going, even though he knew that the person wasn't Zhong Wanling, but that one in a million fantasy in his heart drove him.

Even if it's a dream, he doesn't want to wake up; at least not now.

The mountain road winds and twists through the valley, its destination unknown. The snow hasn't stopped yet, though it has lessened a bit.

Dozens of people and more than a dozen horse-drawn carriages left deep tire tracks on the mountain road. Bai Xize walked along, looking around as he went. He heard that bandits frequently appeared along this road, and that hundreds of them lived in this desolate mountain wilderness.

On such a cold day, he prayed that he wouldn't encounter any bandits, and what he feared most came to pass.

Suddenly, rocks and snowballs rolled down from both sides of the mountain, hitting the pedestrians in the valley.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!"

"The carriages surrounded the caravan. The first and second teams flanked the enemy from both sides, while the third team stayed in place to guard the caravan."

Although Bai Xize was surprised, he remained calm in the face of the sudden bandits and quickly gave orders.

"Yes."

"Ning Lian, take care of yourself and don't go outside," Bai Xize shouted to Ning Lian again, then drew his sword and charged towards the mountain.

"Kill."

Bai Xize's group of several dozen people were all at level five or above, and there were also two level eight individuals hidden in the caravan. Now, they no longer hid and attacked the bandits on both sides.

The bandits halfway up the mountain, confident in their numbers, launched a barrage of stones and snowballs, followed by a volley of arrows. Although many were wounded, the bandits below, led by two level eight warriors and including several level seven warriors, were soon overrun by the enemy.

Soon after, another band of bandits attacked from the valley, numbering in the dozens, and headed straight for the caravan. Fortunately, the caravan had more than ten people defending it.

The bandits arrived, but unexpectedly, a person rushed out from the caravan. Judging from the person's fighting spirit, he was another level nine expert. However, the dozens of bandits who came were all quite strong, including two or three level seven or eight experts. They directly surrounded and attacked the level nine expert.

Wang Mu stood in the shadows and saw the experts in the caravan emerge. He couldn't help but cheer for them. Even he hadn't expected that there was a level nine expert hiding in the caravan.

The valley was in chaos, so he moved closer and landed not far from Ning Lian, watching quietly. He completely ignored the life or death of the two groups.

Ning Lian wielded a long sword, a two-handed sword, and her thrusting and slashing movements were as fluid as flowing water. One person had already died by her sword, and two others had been wounded by her.

Wang Mu was surprised again, not expecting Ning Lian to be a level six swordsman.

At this moment, several people surrounded Ning Lian. Under the attack from three sides, she was a little flustered. Wang Mu could tell that she still lacked experience in fighting enemies, otherwise she wouldn't be in such a state.

Seeing that he was about to be injured, he stopped hiding, his figure flashed out, and with a few sword flowers, the two people in front of him were stabbed with several large holes and fell to the ground convulsing. They were about to die.

"It's you!" Ning Lian saw him suddenly appear in front of her, and then looked at the two people on the ground, realizing that the boy had saved her.

Wang Mu turned around and smiled as he looked at her. At that moment, three people came from behind, and greatswords and spears were about to fall on him.

"Be careful!" Ning Lian blurted out.

The longsword circled in the air a few times. In her eyes, the longsword swept past the necks of the three people from an impossible angle. The weapons in their hands and their fighting spirit seemed to be just decorations.

Only then did she realize a fact: the Emperor, whom the two girls had called the young man before her, wielded a sword no more than two fingers wide. His attack just now had no fighting spirit; it was purely a skill, faster than lightning.

After sheathing his sword, Wang Mu asked, "Are you alright?"

"I am fine."

Ning Lian shook her head. The two were very embarrassed when they met again.

Fortunately, the sounds of fighting drew her attention away. Seeing a level nine expert being besieged by a dozen bandits, and fearing damage to the caravan's supplies, she disregarded everything else and said, "Please help us repel these bandits."

Upon hearing that Ning Lian had been repelled, Wang Muxin smiled and said that Ning Lian was too kind, perhaps like Zhong Wanling. He didn't say much, only uttering a single word: "Good."

He drew his sword, leaped several meters into the air, flew over the convoy, and charged straight into the bandits. His sword danced, and blood flowed freely.

Ning Lian was stunned to see the young man killing these bandits as easily as killing chickens and ducks. She thought to herself that this young man must be at the high level of the ninth rank.

Seeing Wang Mu's ferocity, the bandits scattered as if they had seen a ghost, not daring to confront him. However, how could these bandits escape the pursuit? Running in the snow was much slower.

Later, the bandits scattered in all directions amidst cries and screams. These bandits were not very powerful; they mainly relied on shooting arrows and throwing stones. They were no match for real combat, and their strength lay only in their numbers.