Chapter 65

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Protagonist:

Xuan Ge

A black small-scale warship slowly sailed into the designated port of the Shen Wu Xian Zhou's Sky Ferry Division.

The warship's design was low-key and steady, its surroundings wreathed in a faint concealed aura; as it moved it made not a sound, disturbing none of the port's order.

After the warship docked steadily at the berth, the hatch slowly opened, and two figures walked down with composure.

The one in front bore a cold, lofty temperament; black hair fell loosely, and amber eyes were clear yet icy.

He wore a Xian Zhou-style suit, his figure upright, his whole person exuding detachment and biting chill — precisely Ying Xing, now known as Ren.

The other's figure was slender and graceful, draped in a black greatcoat whose hem was adorned with dense purple spider-web patterns.

Underneath a simple white shirt, purple hair cascaded over her shoulders; her brows and eyes carried a hint of languor and allure — precisely Kafka.

Kafka tilted her head slightly, raising her eyes to glance at the Shen Wu Xian Zhou's simulated weather.

The warm temperature was neither high nor low; the breeze on her body was quite pleasant, letting her taut nerves relax a little.

Her gaze slowly swept over the Shen Wu troops alternating patrols on the streets, then fell on those high-walled compounds that blended ancient-state charm with a technological feel; the corner of her mouth hooked a gentle smile, and she said softly:

"So this is the Shen Wu Xian Zhou~ Retro yet carrying a stern majesty, truly unique."

Ren cast a sidelong glance at the exquisitely dressed, languid-looking Kafka beside him, his tone cold, devoid of extra emotion, merely adding a flat reminder:

"Don't be careless. Even a Shen Wu Army rookie, as long as they were brought out by Xuan Ge, not a single one is simple."

He wasn't clear on the Shen Wu Army's current strength.

But tracing back to the era of the Five Braves of Yun Shang, the name Shen Wu Army didn't yet exist; the people at Xuan Ge's side could only count as his personal troops or private army.

Even without today's massive scale, each and every one was elite.

Ren's thoughts quietly drifted back to those years:

Back then, Xuan Ge needed only to raise his arm and shout, "The hour for the people to test us has arrived."

Even with only a dozen-odd people, they dared charge straight into a ten-thousand-strong enemy formation, slaughtering until the enemy heard the news and lost their courage, avoiding them like the plague.

Hearing this, Kafka lightly took out her phone, fingertips sliding quickly across the screen to confirm the Shen Wei Jiang Jun Fu's exact location, then put the phone away and said in a gentle tone:

"Hehe~ Let's go, let's meet this Shen Wei General who fell from the heavens, and conveniently see if we can make Ai Li Ou relax a bit."

Ren responded heavily, voice hoarse, not saying another word.

In his heart he actually very much wanted to see Xuan Ge, to meet this old friend unseen for hundreds of years, yet at the same time he faintly dreaded it.

He knew, once they met, afterward he'd probably have to see him every single day.....

Moreover, the current Ai Li Ou hardly dares write scripts anymore.

The Hunt's gaze is fixed dead on them; every time Ai Li Ou prepares to put pen to script, he appears somewhat obsessed, whole body tense, utterly agonizing.

The reason Ai Li Ou is like this is because every time he lifts his brush, he can clearly feel the Hunt Aeon seemingly right beside him, head lowered, watching him write.

That pressure of being stared at by an Aeon makes the frequently sighing Ai Li Ou even more on edge.

The two walked side by side, following the navigation's direction, and before long arrived before the Shen Wei Jiang Jun Fu's gate.

Ren raised his eyes to look; gazing at this magnificent, imposing general's mansion comparable to an imperial palace, the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

He scrutinized the details closely, able to clearly see that quite a few decorations were added later, exquisite yet not losing majesty.

Ren sneered inwardly; looks like the Shen Wu Army's officers and soldiers have also been secretly hinting for their own General.....

Just as the two prepared to step through the mansion gate, a Shen Wu Army guard on duty stepped forward briskly, raised a hand to block them, tone not the least bit polite.

The guard had only the severity of routine duty: "This is the Shen Wei General's Mansion; idle persons may not enter at will. Who are you two!?"

Ren's expression remained cold; thin lips parted slightly, his hoarse voice slowly ringing out:

"Tell your General: Yan Yu Fan San. He will naturally see me."

He was determined that as long as he spoke these four characters, Xuan Ge would certainly be willing to see him.

But that Shen Wu Army guard was not moved in the slightest by Ren's words, still maintaining a stern expression, saying in a hard tone:

"The General's affairs are busy; it is inconvenient to receive guests. Please go to the Di Heng Si to file a request and await notification."

Ren took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the impatience in his heart.

What he hates most is this one thing about Xuan Ge's subordinates!

Overly rule-bound! Rigid thinking! Impervious to reason! Won't accommodate a single bit!

"I am Ying Xing, your General's good friend."

Ren endured with patience, speaking again, his tone carrying a few more degrees of helplessness; he truly didn't want to clash with the Shen Wu Army here.

"Warning once!" The Shen Wu Army guard still had no reaction, attitude still the icy routine.

"Please immediately proceed to the Di Heng Si to file a request and await notification, otherwise don't blame us for being impolite!"

As he spoke, his hand had already quietly settled on the hilt at his waist, his expression growing increasingly vigilant.

Ren looked at his impervious-to-reason appearance and suddenly laughed — a laugh of exasperation.

He shook his head, sighing inwardly; worthy of being troops brought out by Xuan Ge, this stubborn rigidity is practically a carbon copy of Xuan Ge.

Kafka stood to the side, watching Ren endure with patience to communicate yet achieve no result, and smiled helplessly.

Then she raised her eyes toward that Shen Wu Army guard, fingertips stirring slightly, intending to use Word Spirit technique, and spoke softly:

"Listen to me:......"

"Clang!" A crisp, drawn-out sound of a long saber being unsheathed suddenly rang out, shattering the calm before them.

Several Shen Wu Army guards on duty drew the long sabers at their waists in succession, cold light flashing.

Simultaneously, the patrolling Shen Wu troops in the distance all rushed over at the news, swiftly surrounding Kafka and Ren, expressions vigilant, auras pressing.

Kafka's words came to an abrupt halt, the smile on her face stiffening slightly, and she froze for an instant.

Only now did she truly understand why Ren had praised Xuan Ge's soldiers so highly.

She had originally thought it was merely Xuan Ge's martial prowess that drove the Shen Wu Army, but she never expected that these soldiers, every single one of them, were ruthless figures not to be underestimated.

Ren furrowed his brow; right now he did not want to cause trouble, let alone alert anyone other than Xuan Ge.

So he spoke at an extremely fast pace, pouring out all of Xuan Ge's various little secrets and little preferences in one breath.

He practically stripped Xuan Ge's underpants clean.

"Xuan Ge likes to raise fish and also likes to slack off; he has a mole on the back of his shoulder; he likes to eat small-pot dishes, such as hot pot or boiled tofu with pickled vegetables;

he likes to drink clear liquor, especially the fine wines the Dragon Venerables have treasured for hundreds of years, and he also likes to sneak drinks of the Marshal's wine;

he has no habit of napping, curses filthily, likes to sleep naked and tosses and turns, and moreover, he likes big ones...."

The Shen Wu Army personal guards surrounding Ren and Kafka, upon hearing these details, exchanged glances, their eyes full of surprise, then slowly lowered the long blades in their hands.

These details were stated without the slightest error, exactly as if checking against the correct answer.

This person appears to truly be the General's good friend.

"You two wait here a moment; I will go report to the General."

That Shen Wu Army personal guard on duty gave a meaningful look to his colleagues beside him, signaling them to watch the two closely and not slacken.

He then turned and walked quickly into the General's Mansion, hurrying to make the report.

Simultaneously, inside the Zheng Dian of the Shen Wei General's Mansion, the Asura-field atmosphere of the three women's confrontation had already grown anxious to the second phase.

Ling Sha, Xing Xiao, and Da Li Hua completely let go of their restraint; their verbal sparring grew increasingly fierce, their tones increasingly sharp.

Were it not for Xuan Ge exerting his full strength to hold them back, even Ling Sha, who is not skilled in martial force, would already have been prepared to act.

"Re... Report to the General!" The reporting Shen Wu Army personal guard rushed into the Zheng Dian.

With one glance he saw Xuan Ge, tightly surrounded by the three women and looking embarrassed; his foot stumbled and he nearly slipped, then he hurriedly steadied himself and respectfully cupped his fists in salute.

Xuan Ge looked up and saw this personal guard; instantly it was as if he had seen a ray of hope, and his eyes brightened.

Taking advantage of the gap in the three women's dispute, he violently wriggled out from under Ling Sha's armpit, rushed quickly to the personal guard, and reached out to help him up.

The Shen Wu Army personal guard met Xuan Ge's gaze and clearly felt the excitement and urgency in the General's eyes.

As if he himself were the General's life-saving straw.

Xuan Ge forcefully suppressed the excitement in his heart and hurriedly asked: "What is it? Such haste — has something urgent occurred at the Frontline?"

Right now he desperately hoped for some matter that could break the suffocating Asura-field before him.

"Replying to the General, there is a man named Ying Xing outside the Mansion Gate, accompanied by a woman, wishing to see the General; he said: Guan Yu Fan San."

The personal guard reported truthfully, his tone respectful, not daring to conceal the slightest thing, merely quietly hiding away all the General's preferences Ren had just spoken of, not daring to speak further of them.

Upon hearing the two characters "Ying Xing," a flash of wild joy flickered in Xuan Ge's eyes; forcibly restraining the impulse to rush out immediately, he said in a deep voice:

"Admit them! Let them in at once!"

The urgency in his voice could not be concealed in the slightest.

"Accompanied by a woman?"

Ling Sha, Xing Xiao, and Da Li Hua almost simultaneously stopped their dispute; the expressions on their faces instantly turned vigilant, and the same thought rose unbidden in all their hearts:

"Could it be there is yet another expert!?"

The fierce dispute just now had already thrown the three women's minds into chaos, causing them to lose their usual composure.

Xing Xiao reined in the power around her body, Da Li Hua no longer deliberately displayed her advantage, and Ling Sha also halted the calculations in her heart.

The three people now had only one thought:

This strange woman must be an enemy come to fight them for Xuan Ge.