Chapter 927: First Volume, Chapter 927: Kill the God Who Blocks the Way, Kill the Buddha Who Blocks the Way

First Volume, Chapter 927: Kill the God Who Blocks the Way, Kill the Buddha Who Blocks the Way

Strike first to gain the upper hand…

Ning Hu immediately understood Qin Feng's intent and summoned a Tianji Camp Guard, giving brief instructions.

After the Tianji Camp Guard left, Ning Hu, his shoulder bleeding profusely, asked in a low voice: "Brother Qin, since we're acting early, do we still wait here for the coffin?"

Qin Feng shook his head: "Commissioning the coffin was always a decoy, just in case."

"If Chen Si is dead and his outside confidants notice nothing, even if we wait here for the coffin to arrive, collect our comrade's remains, and gradually withdraw, it's still not too late."

"Since Old Wu has intervened, the plan has changed; commissioning the coffin can at least delay us until morning."

"Move quickly—kill the confidants and return to Changshui County immediately."

Almost as soon as Qin Feng finished speaking, the curtain at the County Yamen's entrance was pulled aside, and Li Xiaolan walked in.

In truth, Li Xiaolan had never rested at all, having waited continuously in the adjacent room.

Hearing Qin Feng and Ning Hu's conversation and realizing they were about to depart, she no longer hid herself and stepped out to attend to Qin Feng.

She saw the bandages on Qin Feng's body were already seeping blood.

Li Xiaolan felt a pang of sorrow and immediately called for the Military Doctor, requesting fresh bandages and hemostatic medicine, then personally cleaned his wounds and replaced the bandages.

"Feng'er, it will hurt a little—bear with it."

Qin Feng smiled, unconcerned; first, this pain meant nothing to him, and second… after prolonged exhaustion, he was nearly numb, barely feeling pain at all.

"Xiaolan, you've suffered because of me."

"I originally planned to take you to Wang Du, to enjoy some exotic scenery, but plans change faster than we can make them…"

"We finally got a chance to rest, yet we haven't even sat down before we're on the move again…"

Before Qin Feng could finish, Li Xiaolan gently raised her hand and covered his mouth.

She smiled and shook her head, indicating she didn't mind at all.

"Don't blame yourself—I've long grown used to this frantic life; you know that well."

"When I fled assassins before, I had no peace at all; now we're in a foreign land, one misstep could mean death without even a grave—so we must rely on constant change to ensure survival."

"If I must blame someone, it's me—I shouldn't have been so impulsive and come here to find you, dragging you down with me."

Qin Feng sighed softly and smiled bitterly: "It's been too long since I returned."

The two exchanged a glance and smiled at each other, no longer apologizing.

At that moment, sounds of battle erupted outside the city—clearly, the Tianji Camp Guards and Beixi Soldiers had already moved.

As the battle unfolded, Qin Feng, supported by Li Xiaolan, stepped out of the County Yamen and stood on the street, scanning left and right.

Soon after, Ning Hu, his wounds simply bandaged, ran up panting, followed by ten plus Tianji Camp Guards.

Ning Hu pointed left and right and barked: "Curfew is in effect—even if civilians hear the commotion, they won't come out. Patrol the streets; if you encounter anyone, conduct a quick check—whether to kill or spare is your decision."

"Meet at the City Gate in half a Envoy."

The Tianji Camp Guards departed on orders; Ning Hu, still clutching his agonizing shoulder, asked Qin Feng: "Brother Qin, our comrades' bodies are temporarily stored at the City Gate—we can't move them until the battle outside ends, meaning we won't leave Qingshan County until at least half a Envoy passes."

"During this time, anything could go wrong—why not let you and Third Miss go ahead while we…"

Before Ning Hu could finish, Qin Feng waved him off: "No need to say more—I won't leave my comrades behind. Half a Envoy? We wait."

Qin Feng returned to the County Yamen to wait; barely a stick of incense had burned when a messenger arrived running.

"Lord Hou, everything proceeds smoothly."

"Not as you expected—Chen Si's personal guards have high combat effectiveness; after being attacked, they didn't flee but organized resistance."

"Unfortunately, the attack was sudden, and most of Chen Si's confidants had already surrendered, leaving them no way to turn the tide."

"Moreover, by choosing to resist immediately instead of fleeing, they missed their best chance to escape."

Qin Feng nodded, but showed no strong reaction to this good news.

Having served beside Qin Feng so long, Ning Hu knew him best—he immediately sensed something was off and asked gravely: "Brother Qin, is killing Chen Si's confidants not strategically significant?"

After a pause, Qin Feng sighed heavily: "Of course not."

"These confidants, even on the battlefield, mostly serve as Supervisors of the Army, aiding Chen Si in oversight—they rarely fight on the First Line. Only at the battle's end or during retreat do these elite troops become useful."

"Besides, there are so many of them, and it's pitch dark—even if progress is smooth, some will inevitably slip away."

"Regardless, Wang Du will receive confirmed news by noon at the latest tomorrow."

"Realizing we've broken the peace, the Di King won't hesitate—he'll send a large army to surround us, at all costs, to capture us as hostages. Or rather, whether he captures me, Qin Feng, is the key to whether he survives this harsh winter."

"As for Chen Si's personal guards… we killed them only because they were too close. If we hadn't, they'd have chased us—and then we'd be utterly on the defensive."

Hearing Qin Feng's explanation, Ning Hu finally understood—and even now, he joked: "Brother Qin, they say you're kind—you're called a Living Bodhisattva by the people of Changshui. But if you're kind, you're also cruel—anyone who stands in your way is slaughtered without mercy."

"Heheh, Chen Si's guards came to rescue you—they were supposed to be reinforcements, yet now they're corpses beneath your blade."

Ning Hu meant it as a joke, but to Qin Feng, the words tasted bitter.

If he could, Qin Feng wouldn't be this ruthless—but as Li Xiaolan said, in a foreign land, there is no choice.

One moment of slackness, and he would die without even a grave.

If it were only Qin Feng alone, he'd have many options—but with so many comrades and loved ones beside him, he must kill the god who blocks the way, kill the buddha who blocks the way.