Chapter 88: He Is Here

The moment Li Xiangping looked up at the distant mountains, the neighing of a horse sounded on the mountaintop. A horse, pitch-black all over without a single strand of mixed color, was running happily on the mountain, its hooves not touching the ground. It walked on the rugged road, and it was actually a monster at the Qi Refining stage.

The black hooves stepped lightly in the mud, and it flew into the air. The person on the horse was wearing leather armor, with no beast bones or jade ornaments on his body, looking like a living person.

Jia Nixi patted his old partner's head lightly, clamped his legs, turned sideways, and looked at the village at the foot of the mountain.

All the Shanyue in the northern foothills said that Jia Nixi had four eyes and eight arms, but in reality, Jia Nixi looked ordinary, with even small eyes and sparse eyebrows. If he stood in the field with his eyes closed and hands on his hips, no one would think he was anyone of importance.

Only when those brownish-yellow eyes opened and stared at people did it make people shudder.

"Great King, ahead is the territory of the Demon Sect."

Listening to the attendant with a long braid behind him speak, Jia Nixi raised his eyebrows. His brownish-yellow eyes swept across the military formation at the foot of the mountain and nodded:

"Breaking them will take a quarter of an hour."

His voice was light, his tone high, and his tone flat, as if he were reading.

The man with the long braid lowered his head slightly, listening quietly to Jia Nixi. There were no more troops behind him. As the king who unified the Shanyue of the northern foothills, he actually walked into the territory of the Qingchi Sect with only one subordinate, and was only three hundred zhang away from Li Xiangping's military tent.

After looking a few times, Jia Nixi lost interest in the clan soldiers at the foot of the mountain. He clamped his legs, and the horse turned around obediently and walked back the way it came, walking on the rugged mountain road as if it were flat ground.

"We don't have much time, no need to wait any longer."

The long-braided subordinate drove his horse to follow, hesitating:

"It's just that living people are cunning. I don't know how many human shamans are in this Demon Sect army. Great King, don't underestimate the enemy."

Jia Nixi laughed in a low voice, raised the long knife in his hand, looked up at the moon covered by dark clouds, and his lips moved.

"Who said I was going to fight him."

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When Chen Sanshui woke up in a daze, a Shanyue wearing leather armor stood before him, grabbing his collar tightly, choking him until he couldn't breathe.

"Puff."

He was thrown out of the courtyard, seeing stars and dizzy, knocking out two teeth. Everything before his eyes spun, and he saw Shanyue soldiers standing straight on both sides. Chen Sanshui wiped the blood on his face and fumbled to find his teeth.

But his hand was stepped on. He looked up at those brownish-yellow eyes and had to face this cruel reality—in the half an hour he had been asleep, Lijingkou had fallen without any resistance.

"How could it be so fast?!"

What about the clan soldiers led by Li Xiangping stationed on the other side of the river? How were they broken without a sound? What about Li Tongya, who flew in the sky? What about the other immortals of the Li family? How did these people control Lijingkou without a sound? Chen Sanshui felt suffocated in his heart. He no longer cared about the pain in his mouth, and countless questions emerged in his mind.

"Where is the Li family's lair?"

The man stepping on his hand spoke calmly. Chen Sanshui looked at his sparse eyebrows and those terrifying eyes, and only one question remained in his mind.

"If father Chen Erniu were here, what would he do?"

Soon Chen Sanshui had no time to think. Jia Nixi tore off his left hand at will, bringing out a pool of blood, tendons, and flesh. Chen Sanshui rolled his eyes, and spittle sprayed out of his mouth one after another. The pain drowned out all his thinking.

"Pain... so painful."

Jia Nixi tapped his head with his hand, cast a magic formula for him, made his consciousness clear again, carefully experiencing this suffocating pain, and sustained his vitality so he wouldn't bleed to death.

"Li... Lijing... Mountain."

The thought of being a hero only struggled to emerge in his mind for a moment, and the feces and urine under him reminded him: he was just an ordinary person. He was not a martyr who ignored pain, not his father, not Li Xiangping. Besides, putting Li Xiangping in this situation might not necessarily be any better.

"Take us there."

Chen Sanshui was lifted up. He looked upside down at the feet of the Shanyue moving around. A fatal sense of smell formed by Chen Erniu's hard teaching for more than twenty years finally awakened in him. Chen Sanshui understood that he was bound to die. Recalling the absurd things he had done in his life, his heart was lonely.

The Mountain Yue troops all around moved. Simple runes were carved on their ankles, which made them walk silently. Two teams of Mountain Yue troops followed Jia Nixi out of Lijingkou and headed toward Mount Lijing.

Chen Sanshui saw the Shanyue man behind Jia Nixi also holding a person, who was a backbone of the village, so he understood that lying about the route would only increase his own pain, and he thought hatefully in his heart:

"What cunning living people."

He had lived in the shadow of the Li brothers since he was a child, just as his father Chen Erniu lived in the shadow of Li Mutian. He always heard his father say:

"Among the four Li brothers, Li Changhu is gentle and pitiful like a good deer, Li Tongya is calm and cautious like a dragon snake, Li Xiangping is cunning and vicious like a hungry wolf, and Li Chijing is clever and handsome like a white fox."

"Then what about me?! What am I!"

Chen Sanshui was full of interest and expectation, looking at his father.

"A waste."

Chen Sanshui was greatly disappointed. From then on, he really became a waste, living in a daze, marrying and having children, relying on his father's prestige and power to play wantonly.

Until Jia Nixi tore off his left hand, he seemed to have woken up completely. Everything in front of him became clear. He even hated Jia Nixi for not tearing off his left hand ten years earlier, making him let his father worry for so many years.

"How often do you communicate with those troops?"

Jia Nixi spoke lightly. He had long seen that the person in his hand had been scared out of his wits and would never deceive him, but he didn't know that the person in his hand had awakened from the chaotic past. He was no longer holding the thirty-year-old Chen Sanshui, but rather seemed to be the sixty-year-old Chen Erniu.

"Three hours."

Chen Sanshui's heart was as calm as water. He pretended to tremble and spoke, finally having a sense of peace for not failing the master family's twenty years of fine clothes and food.

Mount Lijing had slowly appeared before his eyes. Jia Nixi reined in his horse, twisted off Chen Sanshui's head at will, looked at the headless corpse with tendons and blood twisted into a ball, and the bright red blood stained the ground, laughing coldly.

"Waste!"

In the spinning world, Chen Sanshui's head fell lightly to the side of the road, his eyes staring straight at the night sky full of dark clouds, and only one sentence appeared in his mind:

"Li Xiangping, I can only do this much. You are really tough, you hit an iron plate!" ===== CHAPTER 89 =====

"Li Xiangping, this old man can only do so much. You mother-fucker are tough as nails; you've really hit a hard wall this time!"