Chapter 467: Are you hurt?

Besides, several people with the witch all were hit by that pink poison.

"Who are you?" The witch's eyes behind the black veil shone with a sharp gaze.

"His poison — you solved it!"

Not doubt, but certainty.

Jiang Yunchu lightly curled the corner of her mouth, tilted her head, "Correct, but… no reward!"

"You're courting death!"

The witch circulated her inner power, rushing straight at Jiang Yunchu.

Jiang Yunchu squeezed the horse's belly; the horse neighed and then quickly ran to the side.

"Courting death?"

Jiang Yunchu's silver-bell-like laughter seemed to spread across the whole battlefield.

Several people beside the witch suddenly collapsed, each with a pink complexion, spitting pink foam, and still wearing a mysterious smile on their faces.

They seemed……

enjoying their own death.

The people around, upon suddenly realizing it, instinctively stepped back and hurriedly avoided this area.

Terrifying!

That charming woman, her looks like a celestial maiden, as if the Nine Heavens Xuan Nu had descended to the mortal world.

But such a person, when using poison to kill, does not blink an eye.

"Who are you?"

The witch felt her insides boiling like water, a deepest yearning rising unbidden into her mind.

The more she suppressed it inside, the stronger that yearning became.

"Me? You have no right to ask."

"People don't know, but the famed Witch of Xijiang is actually a woman……" Jiang Yunchu's words seemed to ignite something.

Those who heard it unconsciously stopped, their eyes widened, filled with disbelief.

The witch, gone mad, shouted, "You're talking nonsense!"

He — no, she — continuously shot out the black silver needles in her hand.

Jiang Yunchu turned several times, swiftly dodging.

At that moment, a long sword thrust straight toward Jiang Yunchu's back.

Before her were poison needles; behind her was a long sword.

Just as General Jiang was about to give chase, it was already too late.

Jiang Yunchu frowned, no time to think; as she leapt to dodge the poison needles, the long sword behind her had already arrived.

She lightly curled her lip — it was her carelessness.

At that moment, a "clang" rang out — the sound of weapons colliding.

A man in a black outer robe, silver mask, and long sword swung aside Xilang's long sword.

He embraced Jiang Yunchu's waist, spun twice in midair, then gently landed on the horse's back.

Xilang stared at the two people on the horse, his eyes fixed fiercely on that man.

"It's you!"

Xilang's voice carried a hint of realization.

If he were still alive, everything would make sense.

But the man on the horse seemed not to have seen him; instead, he carefully looked at the woman in his arms and asked, "Are you hurt?"

Jiang Yunchu shook her head, looked into his eyes, and lightly curled her lip, "No."

"He's here!"

Ning Chengyan felt his heart stop; having entered the battlefield since childhood and fought countless battles, he felt panic for the first time, and felt his whole body as if plunged to freezing point.

If I had been a little later……

Just that little bit, and Yun chu would be hurt……

His gaze toward Xilang was like frost, "You seem to have forgotten something."

Xilang closed his eyes, his voice tinged with resolve.

"You came back too late." He sighed, then truly drew his long sword.

Jiang Yunchu looked at one, then the other, feeling as if there was some illicit affair between them.

"Let's fight to the death."

"I am a Xijiang general; even if I die, I will die in Xijiang." Xilang laughed heartily, feeling carefree.

Time and fate.

To die by his hand is also a fitting death.

Ning Chengyan glanced at Xilang, then nodded, "If so, Your Highness will grant you!"

Your Highness……

He admitted it.

He carefully lowered Jiang Yunchu from the horse, full of tenderness, "Wait for me to come back."

"Ning Chengyan, I have my opponent; I've already wasted too much time."

As the words fell, that charming figure flashed to the side, the crimson soft sword showing no mercy.

"Let's end it."

"Let's end it — the harassment and aggression of Xijiang against Da Ning over several decades."

End it, this half‑year‑long battle.

End it, those fallen warriors, those fallen civilians.

In an instant, the battle became a tangled mess.

"Kill!"

The Wang Fu army arrives!

The Hen and Ha generals joined the battlefield one after another; the Jiang family army's declining momentum, with the Wang Fu army's addition, directly shifted the battle.

"Since I've seen your poison needles, now take a look at my silver needles." Jiang Yunchu's lips curled into a smile; her whole aura carried a feeling of saving all beings.

The silver needles in her hand were like heavenly maidens scattering flowers.

The needle tip bore a verdant aura, yet.

"Ah——"

Three silver needles were embedded in the shaman's body; she writhed in pain on the ground, trembling.

"If you want to cultivate deathly qi, you must bear the consequence of being backlashed by it."

"Honored Shaman, what do you think?"

Deathly qi...

The shamans of Xijiang cultivate not inner strength, but a rare form of deathly qi.

It requires massive war, massive loss of life, to condense abundant deathly qi, allowing her to continue cultivation.

Over the years, Xijiang has relentlessly attacked; furthermore, the shaman ultimately decided to leave the reason for the siege.

"No! How could you know?"

Deathly qi, unknown to the world.

"Who is this woman? How does she know of deathly qi?"

Jiang Yunchu lightly hooked the corner of her lips, her whole demeanor somewhat nonchalant, she walked over lightly and pulled out a silver needle.

"You have killed so many, causing the people to suffer, all for your own selfish desire, stirring up national warfare, causing even more slaughter."

"You..."

"What right do you have to know the reason?"

Jiang Yunchu rose to her feet; the silver needle in her hand pierced straight into her brow, the source of cultivating deathly qi.

"Die, to atone for those you have harmed."

The silver needle bearing a green light pierced the shaman's essence, leaving only a mournful cry.

What's even more terrifying is...

A living person slowly began to change; black liquid continually dripped from her body.

In the end, only a pool of black water remained on the ground, along with the large black robe that had concealed her.

Shaman...

Xijiang no longer has this person.

Jiang Yunchu reached out, recalling her silver needles; however, that pitch‑black silver needle was directly tossed by her into a corner of space.

That concentrated deathly qi could destroy heaven and earth; better not let it harm people.

"Yun chu." At that moment, a low voice came from behind her.

Jiang Yunchu turned her head and saw a pair of eyes; it seemed as if many words lay unsaid within them.

Yet he said nothing, merely asking softly, "Are you hurt?"