Volume 1: Phoenix Nirvana, Reborn from the Flames Chapter 4: Taking the Initiative

  A childish voice, mature language, and even domineering words made Qing Ge feel very discordant as she turned around. She returned with a hint of chill in her eyes and coldly said: "Youngster, aren't you being too arrogant!"

  The boy didn't respond, but instead tilted his head as if listening to some sound, his round phoenix eyes narrowing slightly, with a dark undercurrent in the depths of his eyes. "Here they come again, three, five, six! A total of six!"

  Her eyes sparkled with a hint of curiosity, "Who's here again?"

  It wasn't until about five seconds later that she heard the faint sound of footsteps, and her whole body tensed up. She could now hear the footsteps of six people, but this boy had already detected them earlier!

  She can say with absolute certainty that the boy is a perverted existence!

  She was still in a state of great shock, but the boy's eyes flashed with a hint of murderous intent. His childish voice was crisp and clear as ice hitting the ground, his eyes slightly raised, gazing at Qing Ge. If not for his short stature, he would have had an air of looking down on everyone. With his lips slightly pursed, he spoke words that were completely different from his cute appearance: "Woman, if you don't want to die, hurry up and leave quickly!"

  While speaking, he grasped his long sword and was on full alert, apparently preparing to single-handedly resist and unwilling to implicate Qing Ge.

  What a big man's demeanor!

  "Go, why don't you go!" Qing Ge suddenly smiled, her ordinary face shone like a bright pearl, and a faint light burst out of her eyes. She hugged the boy tightly, "Let's go together!"

  Her slender body was much tougher than it looked, holding a boy, Qing Ge effortlessly ran while cutting the sandbags on her feet with the sharp blade in her sleeve, instantly making her feet lighter and faster!

  The boy was held in her arms, his face as dark as the bottom of a pot, and he shouted ungratefully: "Woman, put me down... I will never be chased away by the enemy... Quick... Ah---"

  With a loud crack, the boisterous shouting came to an abrupt halt.

  "Kid, this isn't escaping, it's finding the best opportunity!" Qing Ge gave the boy a slap on the butt, quite satisfied with his silence.

  The boy's face was as red as the sunset, it was hard to tell who was redder, his eyes were red-rimmed, filled with overflowing anger, and if you looked closely, there was also a hint of blush-like color!

  She actually dared to spank his butt...... This woman...... Just you wait, he's going to make her pay!

  "Your hearing is better than mine, quickly tell me their position!" Qing Ge swiftly ran, her location couldn't see the boy's expression, rapidly calculating the speed of the six people chasing behind, while fastening all the small knives in her hand.

  Night has fallen, the wind is howling, people's night vision is limited, and good hearing is needed to accurately judge the direction of the enemy.

  The boy no longer had any resentment, his face flushing with shame, and a cold aura spread throughout his body. He carefully listened to the slightest sound in the forest, and a crisp voice sounded in Qing Ge's ear: "Northeast direction, 20 meters! One person!"

  Whoosh!

  The dagger flashed like lightning, flying out of Qing's hand. Her feet didn't stop moving as she immediately changed direction to prevent the enemy from discovering her attack trajectory. In a low voice, she said, "Continue!"

  "Forty-five meters southeast, two people!"

  Whoosh! Two flying knives broke through the air, and a few seconds later, two muffled grunts were heard!

  "Fifteen meters southwest, one person!"

  "Twenty meters southwest, one person!"

  The quiet forest, interspersed with a faint rustling sound, is filled with an atmosphere of solemnity and killing intent.

  The two collaborated for the first time, but their coordination was intimate and flawless. The six pursuers suddenly narrowed down to just one person, who was also the most troublesome. Everyone knew to pick off the soft persimmon first before concentrating on dealing with that one person!

  "Ten meters northeast, one person!" The boy's words had just fallen when "There's a hidden projectile!"

  An arrow flew towards the two of them, Qing Ge rolled on the ground to avoid it and released the boy. She stood sideways and threw out a flying knife!

  The boy raised his long sword, the tip of which swept across the flying dart. The metal clashed with a piercing sound, and the dart was forced to change direction, flying back in the direction it had come from!

  The bright moon rises above the treetops, a beautiful woman stands amidst the greenery.

  The boy gazed at the girl, the moonlight faintly shining down from between the trees, casting dappled shadows on her black robe. The wind blew up her wide sleeves, rustling softly.

  The girl who suddenly appeared from the woods, what kind of person is this girl with such formidable skills?

  A thick killing aura emanated from her side, Qing Ge stood up straight, gazing at the boy in front of her, dark blue light flickering at the bottom of her eyes, her rosy lips tightly pursed.

  In an instant, the boy's hand was like lightning, and with a whoosh, he threw the silver long sword in his hand at Qing Ge. Under the night sky, the light was even brighter than dusk, and a white light flashed before his eyes, breaking through the air with a loud noise that echoed through the forest.

  The icy sword edge swept across his cheek, a strong gust of air rolled up the scattered hair on his cheek, what a powerful inner strength!

  "Ding!"

  The flying sword flew from Qing Ge's shoulder and pierced straight into the endless forest behind her, deeply embedding itself in a tree trunk, accompanied by a pained cry that was unable to escape her throat.

  Qing Ge's eyes still had a slight tremble, the boy seemed very satisfied with her expression, his mood was good, the corners of his mouth curled up, that kind of sly and mysterious smile appeared on his childish face, mixed with blood and mud, coincidentally producing a strange harmony, as if the devil king strolled among humans, laughing at the crowd, turning the world upside down.

  "Girl, your flying knife is just a little off!" The boy tore off the broken hem of his robe and walked into the forest. A black-clad man was leaning against a large tree in the middle, his head hanging down softly, with fresh blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. A silver long sword was stabbed into his heart, piercing through his body, pinning him to the tree.

  On this person's shoulder, it was a flying knife shot out by Qing Ge.

  The clear song quietly pondered, and indeed only recovered to half of its original state. The force and angle of the flying knife were obviously insufficient. If it were in a previous mission, this deviation would be fatal!

  She also heard a faint sound behind her, and the last person didn't get hurt, but the boy reacted quickly, only one second difference, which also showed the difference between masters.

  The boy sprang up, drew out his long sword and said coldly: "Now, we're even!"

  His meaning is very clear, at first Qing Ge saved his life, now he has saved Qing Ge's life, and they are even!

  "You didn't make a move, and I could have killed him too. But since you didn't make a move, it's hard to say now!" Qing Ge glanced at the boy whose face had changed color, with an air of not caring in the least. At such a young age, his words and actions were almost like those of an adult, and his martial arts skills were so high that probably only when she herself was back in top form could she be his match! He was indeed arrogant, but he had the qualifications to be so!

  The boy was apparently choked by her, holding a silver sword as tall as his body, humming coldly, with a face as black as the night.

  Qing Ge patted her hand, re-tied the scattered hair, and slightly tilted her head, saying: "I'm going home, are you still staying here to be a target for others?!" She finished speaking, didn't wait any longer, and walked forward directly.

  A hundred years ago, the Great Yong Dynasty was just a small country, but each successive king continued to wage war, slowly expanding its territory until today. The Great Yong Dynasty produced a genius prince, the Great Yong Emperor. At seven years old, he broke through military strategy; at eight years old, he was crowned king; at eleven years old, he began his military campaigns; and at thirteen years old, he led troops to defeat the Zizhou Kingdom at Tianmen Pass. At sixteen years old, he swept across the border, swallowing up the neighboring Zizhou and Shuoyue Kingdoms, making the Great Yong Dynasty one of the three strongest among the six nations.

  The national wind of the Great Yong Dynasty, which advocates for the supremacy of military power, is open and unrestrained. At this time, at night, the streets of Tianyue City are just as bustling as they were during the day, with a majestic ancient city under the dark blue sky. The buildings with silver hook-shaped eaves and jade green glazed tiles stand in rows, intersecting and crisscrossing the streets, with high and low contrasts, red and blue mutually reflecting each other, giving off an even stronger sense of prosperity.

  The streets where alleys intersect, vendors and pedestrians chat with great pleasure, bustling, the high-hanging lanterns illuminate a patch of prosperous splendor, adding another stroke to the grandeur of the capital.

  At this time, from the northeast corner of a large mansion in the city, came a dissatisfied cold hum of a child's voice, "Do you climb over the wall every time you go back?"

  A clear song, a boy climbed over the wall and flew in, she didn't even care about her body, for half a month, her whereabouts had been secret, not wanting others to know, of course, it was impossible to enter and exit from the main gate, anyway, the Mu family didn't care about her life or death, no one came to see her for half a month, where did she come from, what's the difference!

  "I won't translate!" The boy said proudly, taking a leap and jumping in.

  Qing Ge suddenly felt a bit amused, he indeed didn't climb over the wall, he flew in! What's the difference with climbing over the wall?!

  This boy is also strange, she said after going back home, he followed behind her, with a proud face as if Qing Ge asked him to follow, if he wants to follow then let him, it's rare that she finds this boy pleasing to the eye, although very arrogant and domineering!

  "This place is really messy!" The boy stood still with a cold and proud expression, his round phoenix eyes scanning the small courtyard of Qing Ge's residence. The wooden house didn't even have a coat of paint, the broken table and stool looked like they had been used for many years, the wood was cracked, there were only a few pieces of furniture in the house, and the bed was just a low platform made of planks.

  If he didn't remember wrongly, this should be the mansion of General Mu Zongpei, a second-grade official. Just looking at this small courtyard, it's really dilapidated and looks like a poor ghost! Is there an official in the court who is so harsh?!

  Looking at Qingge, who was calm and unhurried, with no opinion about her residence, carrying a bucket to fetch water, Feng Yan's eyes narrowed slightly. This woman had such formidable martial skills, in the Da Yong Empire where military power was supreme, especially in a family of military generals, how could she receive such treatment!

  "Sister, what has that useless good-for-nothing been doing for half a month now?!"

  "What else can I do? Must be because I was laid off and lying in the house motionless, crying! Don't even know if I'm dead or not!"

  "She herself saw Xiū Shū and couldn't take it anymore, crashed into the wall and died. It's not our problem anyway! But it's really embarrassing, letting the whole Kyoto know about it!"

  The boy furrowed his brow, listening to the voices of the two women outside getting closer and closer, really noisy. The direction was towards this broken small courtyard, and he was puzzled in his heart. Who were they referring to as a "grass bag waste"? Was there anyone else living here besides that woman?

  Immediately, the tattered and cracked door was pushed open, and two women dressed in bright colors, with floral patterns all over their bodies, walked in.

  The one walking in front was wearing a emerald green satin robe, with various kinds of hairpins on her head, and a pair of big, shining eyes on her round face, looking delicate and lovely. However, the slightly raised eyebrows made her look a bit arrogant, which reduced her overall score. It was Qin Rongrong. As soon as she came in, her eyes were fixed on Qing Ge, covering her mouth with her hand, and shouting exaggeratedly: "Sister, you see, I told you so! This waste is really hard to beat! How could he possibly die?"

  Qing Ge was carrying a bucket of water into the house when she heard the two women's loud voices. Her eyes narrowed and a chill ran down her spine. These two people, as long as they didn't cause trouble for her, that would be good enough. And yet, they had come to her doorstep!

  Digression

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