Chapter 571: Qing Dynasty Transmigration Spirit Spring System (22)

Lemin Junzhu sniffed hard and swallowed her saliva ungraciously: "I really didn't expect that a fish with such a strong muddy smell could be made to taste this good! Haiyin, you were born to be one of our children of the grasslands! Why don't you be my sister-in-law?"

Xie Yang stuffed a piece of pastry directly into her mouth; couldn't eating plug her mouth?

Lemin Junzhu swallowed the sweet and delicious pastry and laughed out loud: "I'm serious. I have three older brothers. My eldest and second brothers are already married, but my third brother hasn't taken a wife yet. Why don't you be my third sister-in-law? My third brother is excellent at riding and archery. If he hunts a deer later, will you consider being my third sister-in-law?"

Xie Yang shook her head and refused: "I can hunt a deer myself."

"..."

Lemin Junzhu still wanted to continue lobbying Haiyin to be her third sister-in-law, when suddenly, her eyes lit up: "A deer!"

A herd of deer had actually broken through the central area and come to the outer perimeter.

Before Xie Yang's group could be happy, they saw the sound of hooves coming from the front, and a deer whistle blowing from the rear.

The First Prince led a small hunting detachment rushing from the front, and the Crown Prince also brought his men chasing from the rear.

Both of them wanted to take the lead deer in the herd, and neither would give way to the other.

Seeing this, Xie Yang hurriedly urged Lemin: "Let's eat quickly, and retreat once we're done."

She did not want to become an unlucky target in the middle of the Crown Prince and First Prince's pursuit of the deer.

But before they could change locations, something even more unlucky happened—the deer herd had attracted a pack of wolves.

More than forty sturdy grassland wolves were closing in on the two... no, counting Xie Yang, three groups of people.

The deer herd scattered in all directions, but the wolf pack did not chase the deer; instead, they continued to close in on these people.

It is said that wolves hold grudges; this pack of wolves probably didn't come for the deer, but for revenge, right? It's just unclear whether it was the Crown Prince or the First Prince who had hunted their kin.

Xie Yang counted; she and Lemin had twelve people in total, the Crown Prince's side also had twelve, and the First Prince's hunting detachment had nine.

The three groups combined were still fewer than the number of wolves.

This meant that if they wanted to kill their way out of the wolf pack in one piece, each person would have to kill at least one and a half wolves on average.

The expressions of the First Prince and the Crown Prince were uglier than anyone else's.

If this matter reached the ears of the Imperial Father, he would probably scold them for being stupid.

If they had known, they wouldn't have competed with the eldest (the Crown Prince); now it was fine, they hadn't hunted the deer, and they had encountered grassland wolves.

But it was useless to say anything now.

They steadied their minds and led their respective men to slowly move toward Xie Yang.

"Great niece, do not panic."

The Prince of Zhijun split off two guards and told them to go protect Xie Yang and Lemin Junzhu.

The Crown Prince also pointed two men to come to their sides.

"Crown Prince, since we haven't decided who the deer will fall to, let's compete to see who kills more wolves."

"Eldest brother has voiced my own thoughts."

The brothers began to arrange their troops.

The wolf pack did not give them time; after the alpha wolf let out an "Awoo," the remaining wolves lunged at their respective targets.

The guards brandished their blades and swords to fight the wolf pack.

Xie Yang pulled up her sleeves, and with a "swish," a long sword appeared in her hand.

Lemin stood beside Xie Yang, holding a long saber in defense, and was stunned to see this: she had always thought the half-inch-wide metal ring on Haiyin's wrist was a bracelet; she hadn't expected it to be a soft sword?

This soft sword was forged by Xie Yang in the Great Ye Dynasty by finding a skilled craftsman, using the best low-carbon steel for flexibility.

During the Great Ye Dynasty, she would tie it around her waist as a belt; when encountering danger, she could pull it out and use it as a weapon.

This time, when she went on a long journey, she found this soft sword, but the banner dress of Great Qing women is loose, and even the riding and archery outfits have no belts, so she had to coil it into the size of a bracelet and wear it on her wrist.

She hadn't expected it to actually come in handy.

Xie Yang had practiced the Nine Heavens Mysterious Maiden Technique very diligently this year; although the foundation of this body could not be called excellent, she insisted on practicing every morning and before bed; when working at the Taiyi Shu, she would also practice for half an hour with Chang Peilan during the lunch break.

Diligence makes up for lack of talent; and so, she had already broken through the third level and reached the initial stage of the fourth level.

Once her Inner Energy was raised, her entire aura was like a rainbow, and the soft sword in her hand was like a harvester, claiming a wolf's life with every strike.

The Prince of Zhijun and the Crown Prince caught a glimpse of this scene and were dumbfounded: "..."

Does the Fourth Brother know his daughter is this powerful?

Solving a wolf with one sword!

And is that light-body technique? Which martial arts master from the pugilistic world did she take as a teacher?

"Great Uncle! Watch your back!"

"Crown Prince Second Uncle! Focus!"

Xie Yang was simply worried to death.

Is this a time to be distracted?

Do you not want your lives?

She solved the wolves beside her with a few "whoosh" sounds, stepped into the air onto the horse's back, and stood on the horse to fight the wolf pack.

The alpha wolf was frightened away by her sweeping sword style; "Awoo—," it let out a long howl to the sky, summoning its companions to retreat.

But Xie Yang's hot-blooded fighting style had already stirred the fighting spirit of the Crown Prince and the others.

Want to run after failing to win? There's no such thing!

The Crown Prince and the Prince of Zhijun led their respective men to fight more and more bravely, and finally killed all forty-six wolves.

Of course, thirty of them were Xie Yang's individual record.

When the Prince of Zhijun walked over to deliver the finishing blows, he discovered that every wolf killed by his great niece had been killed with a single sword strike.

Oh, one was not—that alpha wolf, while it was tucking its tail and fleeing, was shot and killed from a distance by the great niece using the Crown Prince's musket.

"Tsk! Does your father know you have such good skills?" The Prince of Zhijun looked around at his great niece's guard team and grinned, "He definitely doesn't know, right? If he knew, he wouldn't have sent experts to protect you."

He recognized at a glance that the head guard protecting his great niece had once taken first place in the Eight Banners competition.

Xie Yang was still holding the Tai Zi Ye's flintlock in her hand, and upon hearing this, she shrugged: "My father doesn't know I'm practicing martial arts."

Her master knew, but the old man didn't believe she possessed a true, peerless Martial Arts Secret Manual, thinking she was just learning some basic fisticuffs for fun.

Junjunwang laughed heartily upon hearing this: "I'll write a letter to the Fourth Brother when I get back. What kind of father is he, not even knowing his daughter has such great martial skills? Hahaha!"

Tai Zi Ye walked over with a smile: "Do you like this flintlock? Second Uncle will give it to you."

Xie Yang shook her head and returned the flintlock to Tai Zi Ye: "Second Uncle, I was just thinking, this flintlock is good, but after firing one shot, my hand goes numb from the recoil. If I miss the target, or if I encounter more than one enemy, and I don't have the strength to fire a second shot after the first, how should I respond?"

"..."

"..."

Tai Zi Ye and Junjunwang looked at each other, both seeing shock in the other's eyes.

Especially Tai Zi Ye; the reason he hadn't felt there was any problem with the flintlock was because he was surrounded by people protecting him. During hunts, if he missed a shot, there were plenty of people to finish the job for him.

But just as his niece said, if he were ever alone, or if he encountered more enemies than the guards around him, how would he respond?

Carrying this question, the two brothers rarely refrained from being at daggers drawn, and instead returned to the camp discussing the matter.