A Farm Girl: Three Acres of Fertile Land Can Be Exchanged for a Country

The eunuch prepared the meal and handed him a steaming bowl of stewed meat. This greasy dish would have been unappetizing to Duan Yanxi in the past, but now it was a rare delicacy.

He slurped down the bowl of meat by the fire, his hawk-like eyes reflecting the flickering flames, just like his burning ambition.

Night fell, and everyone slept in the open.

The eunuchs found some dry straw for Duan Yanxi to sleep on, but he still couldn't sleep comfortably, tossing and turning. Finally, he got up and left the camp, wanting to find a place to urinate.

By this time, the eunuchs were all asleep, and Ruolan, having cared for the child all day, was also exhausted and fast asleep.

Shortly after Duan Yanxi stood up, a dark figure also rose and tiptoed after him into the woods, his footsteps so light they made no sound.

Duan Yanxi stood under a tree urinating, and imagining himself one day gathering a vast army and returning to conquer all, a smug smile crept onto his face.

A stone suddenly fell from the tree and hit him squarely on the forehead, leaving him with a large bump.

He covered his head and looked up warily, asking, "Who's up there?"

No one answered; only the rustling of leaves in the wind filled the woods.

He was usually bold, but recent events had been so drastic that he had to be careful, quickly fastening his trousers and turning back to camp.

He took three steps when another stone fell from the sky, landing squarely on his head, giving him a large bump on the left side of his forehead.

Duan Yanxi became enraged, realizing someone was playing a prank on him, deliberately teasing him. Clutching a stone, he shouted, "I see you! Come out here!"

A gust of wind blew through, and a series of strange sounds echoed from the woods, as if vengeful spirits had returned to claim their victims.

Duan Yanxi wasn't afraid, only angry. He ran through the woods, trying to find the other person's location.

He searched under every tree but found no suspicious figure.

He had exhausted himself and had to stop to let his injured leg rest.

Just then, a dark shadow darted past his feet with incredible speed. He was even faster, scooping it up in a swift motion.

"Meow meow... hiss..."≈

The creature struggled desperately beneath his grasp, brandishing its sharp claws; it was a lynx.

It turned out this thing was playing a trick on him.

Cat meat isn't tasty, but it's not bad for filling your stomach... Duan Yanxi tightened his grip on the cat's neck, intending to strangle it and take it back, when something cold and hard unexpectedly pressed against his lower back. Even through his clothes, he could feel the chill emanating from it.

The hand loosened, the lynx landed on the ground, and escaped by a narrow escape.

Duan Yanxi stiffened and asked in a deep voice, "Who is it?"

The man didn't answer, only saying, "Your death is near. Flash Dance."

The other person deliberately lowered their voice, but Duan Yanxi recognized them immediately. Realizing who it was, he was terrified. Just as the other person was about to stab him, he gritted his teeth, endured the pain, stood on his injured leg, and unleashed a spinning kick with his good leg.

The opponent blocked the kick and was unharmed. He didn't kick in vain either; he used the momentum to retreat about ten feet, creating distance between himself and his opponent.

Having finally regained his footing, Duan Yanxi placed his left hand on his injured leg to prevent it from trembling uncontrollably, not wanting his opponent to notice his weakness.

But when he looked up and saw the man's attire, he instantly realized how foolish he had been.

He actually kept someone who wanted to kill him by his side!

The man wore a bamboo hat and black clothes, with not a single part of his body exposed, as if he might disappear into thin air at any moment.

His sneak attack failed, but he showed no regret or resentment, standing there quietly, waiting for the next opportunity.

Duan Yanxi sternly ordered, "Take off your straw hat."

The other party remained motionless.

Duan Yanxi said with a stern face, "You think I won't recognize you just because you don't take it off? Even if you turn to ashes, I will never forget you, Duan Yuanqian, how dare you!"

His son, his Western King, not only abandoned him during his escape, but also disguised himself as a burned eunuch and returned to assassinate him!

When Duan Yuanqian heard him call his name, he finally raised his head, revealing a section of his handsome, fair chin.

Duan Yanxi asked, "Where are your burns? I clearly saw them with my own eyes. Were they all fake? Did you have someone disguise you? Who was that person? Where are they?"

Duan Yuanqian had no interest in answering his question. He picked up his sword again, assumed a fighting stance, and coldly raised his chin: ≈

"Enough talk, let's get started."

Coming? How will you come?

Duan Yuanqian's martial arts skills were already quite good, and given that my leg injury hasn't healed yet, fighting him would be suicide.

Duan Yanxi glanced quickly at the camp, unsure if there were any traitors among the eunuchs. He dared not directly call for their help, and could only try to stall for time, seeking an opportunity to turn the tide.

"Why did you kill me? Patricide is punishable by divine retribution! Aren't you afraid of the consequences?"

Duan Yuanqian's eyes, hidden beneath his cloak, were fixed on him, his cold voice laced with hatred.

"So what if I'm struck by lightning? The Great Western Dynasty was destroyed in your hands, ruined by your arrogance and incompetence. Neither of us has the face to face our ancestors in the afterlife. Today, I will personally kill you to avenge those wronged souls."

Duan Yanxi's heart pounded wildly, almost leaping out of his throat, but his face remained impassive, his expression fierce: ≈

"You think you can beat me? Don't forget who gave you birth!"

Duan Yuanqian said, "If we can't win, then let's all perish together. We can walk the Yellow Springs road together, drink the Meng Po soup, and after being reincarnated, never see each other again."

"Never see you again... Do you hate me that much? I made you the Empress Dowager, allowing you to enjoy wealth and luxury that many people could only dream of in a lifetime!" Duan Yanxi roared angrily, "You ungrateful wretch!"

Duan Yuanqian tilted his head: "Think what you want, but you won't be leaving this forest alive tonight."

Before he finished speaking, he had already arrived like the wind, his sword slicing through the night with a chilling white light, aiming for Duan Yanxi's chest.

Duan Yanxi was already on guard when he spoke, using a nearby tree to dodge the sword.

The sword was stuck in the tree. He reached out to snatch it, but Duan Yuanqian, holding the sword in one hand and clenching his other fist, slammed it down hard on his head.

Duan Yanxi bent down to dodge, his hands striking Duan Yuanqian's supple waist and abdomen like venomous snakes. Duan Yuanqian drew his sword with force, took two steps back, and dodged the sharp claws.

Seeing the situation was dire, Duan Yanxi abandoned his attempt to seize the sword and fled into the woods.

Duan Yuanqian leaped to the treetop, lightly touching the branches with his feet, and landed in front of him with even greater speed, blocking his path.

Duan Yanxi raised his hand and threw a punch, finally landing on his shoulder.

Duan Yuanqian winced in pain and thrust his sword forward, striking his opponent squarely in the ribs, the blade stained with blood.

They clashed in close combat, exchanging blows.

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