The number one spendthrift woman in the capital actually brings glory to her entire family?

"My lord, you've been poisoned!"

Sikong Jin struggled to lift her sleeve and wipe her mouth, replying softly, "His blade was also poisoned."

Having finally obtained that thousand-year-old relic, she originally thought she could find some time to resolve the cold poison in her body. However, before she could even take action, she was now suffering from such a powerful poison. It seems that Xi Fenglie is determined to take Sikong Jin's life.

As soon as Sikong Jin finished speaking, Atai immediately turned to look at Xifeng Lie beside him, whose face was deep and who had been silently watching them. He rushed forward in a fit of anxiety and anger, grabbed Xifeng Lie by the collar, and shouted uncontrollably, "Hand over the antidote!"

Xi Fenglie's sharp, cold gaze swept over him, then he turned to look at the weak Sikong Jin beside him. A complex expression crossed his cold face. After a long while, he took a breath and said in a deep voice, "I have no antidote. The knife belongs to Ge Su."

"I don't believe you! Hand over the antidote, or I'll kill you!"

In a fit of rage, Atai drew his swift sword from his waist and pointed it at Xifenglie's throat.

Xi Fenglie smiled coldly, his expression calm and composed, "I say I have no antidote, believe it or not."

Atai was about to say something more, but Sikong Jin, who was standing to the side, gave a wry smile and said in a low voice, "Never mind, Atai! I believe him."

"Have your men send the antidote over immediately!" Berger hesitated for a moment before speaking.

Xi Fenglie raised his gaze and stared intently at Sikong Jin. Logically speaking, having suffered such severe injuries, with the cold poison in his body not fully resolved, and with such potent poison laced on his blade, Sikong Jin had not stopped for a moment along the way, enduring the present and safely traversing the Yisu Canyon with his subordinates. One could not help but admire his incredible willpower.

With such superb martial arts skills, outstanding wisdom, decisive and ruthless methods, and such courage and willpower, he is definitely an extraordinary person. If he is allowed to escape now, it will not be long before he becomes a formidable enemy of the Liao Dynasty!

He should kill him without hesitation!

However, heroes have always cherished each other. Xi Fenglie was also a man who loved talent. Seeing this person barely clinging to life before his eyes, he felt a strange pang of pity in his usually cold and ruthless heart. After thinking for a moment, he finally spoke up, "You must treat him immediately, otherwise the internal energy flowing through his body will only accelerate the poisoning."

As soon as Xi Fenglie finished speaking, Sikong Jin's dim eyes immediately turned to him. She was silent for a moment, then replied, "Doesn't Your Highness wish that I, Sikong Jin, would die from the poison immediately?"

Seeing the complex emotions swirling in Xi Fenglie's eyes, Si Kongjin felt a sense of unease. She recalled how cooperative Xi Fenglie had been along the way, a fact that struck her as somewhat strange.

Xi Fenglie raised his gaze and stared at her intently. His handsome face stiffened slightly, and the color in his deep eyes changed several times. After a long while, he finally replied, "Dying from poison is too easy for you. You plotted against me and showed no regard for the dignity of my Great Liao. How could I let you off so easily? I will personally take your life. You can only die by my blade!"

Sikong Jin raised her hand to press against her chest, trying to alleviate the dull pain. Her delicate, pale face was devoid of life, yet she managed a weak, bitter smile, gasping for breath. Her voice was faint and ethereal. "You didn't gain any advantage over me just now. You know very well that if my sword had just veered off course, I could have instantly slit your throat. Of course, I also understand that you didn't intend to kill me on the spot. Otherwise, your swift blade would have pierced my chest, not my shoulder... And all this way, weren't you silently following along, cooperating perfectly? Just now, when we encountered your subordinates, Gore and the others, you even made them retreat thirty miles. I know you didn't want me to die too quickly either."

Xi Fenglie lowered his eyes, smiled coldly, and said in an extremely icy tone, "I will not joke with my own life. If I do not try to protect myself, how can I kill you with my own hands in the future, how can I personally lead my Great Liao Iron Cavalry to break through Hangu Pass and take over your Great Yong?"

"You know, as long as I'm alive, you will never easily take Hangu Pass," Sikong Jin said after a few light coughs.

Upon hearing this, Xi Fenglie suddenly fell silent. He raised his hand and tugged at his somewhat disheveled clothes. After a long while, he said, "You know that I will not let you go, so why did you dare to come alone to accept the appointment? With your abilities, it would not be difficult for you to escape my pursuit."

This is quite obvious. If you, Sikong Jin, could be tracked down by his layers of secret agents and scouts for so long, then leaving like this would be as easy as turning your hand.

As soon as he finished speaking, Sikong Jin paused, lowered his eyes slightly, pondered for a moment, and then suddenly turned his head to look at the more than two thousand soldiers beside him. He smiled bitterly and said helplessly, "The more than two thousand soldiers standing beside me have all come from afar to follow me, Sikong Jin. They are loyal and brave. They are all my good brothers and good comrades-in-arms."

Xi Fenglie was stunned. He knew that Sikong Jin had taken him hostage because of the pursuers, but he didn't expect that Sikong Jin thought this way. Although the outcome was the same, the meaning was different.

After a long silence, Xi Fenglie suddenly felt a sense of admiration and respect for the frail young man in front of him—truly a passionate and righteous young hero, with an open mind, wisdom, courage, and extraordinary demeanor!

"You are a respectable person, Sikong Jin. I admire you greatly." Xi Fenglie's cold tone suddenly softened slightly. He gazed at Sikong Jin with his deep eyes and continued, "Our Great Liao has always held a stubborn view of heroes and warriors. We believe that the spirit of a true hero and warrior should live on forever. He should be born for heroic battles, belong to the battlefield, live for battle, and die for battle. After death, his heroic spirit should forever float above the battlefield, constantly inspiring future generations to strive bravely."

He paused for a moment, and a dazzling light suddenly flashed in his eyes as he looked at Sikong Jin. "I respect you as a hero, and therefore I hope that when I lead my troops eastward and besiege the city in the future, you will be the one to lead the troops to meet me in battle!"

Sikong Jin was the first person to make Xifeng Lie feel frustrated. He never expected that he, Xifeng Lie, would meet someone who was his equal. The feeling of meeting a worthy opponent suddenly stirred up a surge of passion in Xifeng Lie's long-dormant heart, and he had an impulse to compete with Sikong Jin.