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Chu Mo's eyes were gleaming with a red, murderous light!

The youthful purity in his eyes...has been dyed with blood!

Over the years, although there didn't seem to be any significant conflicts between Great Qi and Great Xia on the surface.

But in reality, Great Qi's soldiers, would often disguise themselves as small groups of bandits, disturbing the common people along the border line of Great Xia.

Chu Mo once accompanied his grandfather to a village that was massacred by soldiers of Great Qi disguised as robbers.

In that small village, of over five hundred people, only three survived!

Those were three children who were hidden by their parents in an old well in the backyard, and covered it with straw when the enemies attacked. This is how they managed to escape the tragedy.

If it wasn't for his grandfather hearing the faint cries of the children from the well, they probably would have ended up meeting the same fate.

They couldn't have climbed out by themselves!

Those experiences, caused a great psychological impact on the then young Chu Mo.

A seed of hatred had long been planted in him towards those soldiers of Great Qi.

Because killing was not as simple as it seemed.

Chu Mo was no killing maniac.

The opponents were not lambs ready for slaughter!

At this moment, Chu Mo was considering this place as a true battlefield!

In his heart, there was only one thought left, just one word: kill!

Under the flashes of his blade, those knights seemed to be no match for Chu Mo.

In such fights, Chu Mo's battle skills became surprisingly nimble, even more purely instinctual.

With a single stroke of his blade, he would strike down a knight.

Even Gerzha, who had also reached the boundary of Primordial Pass, was no match for Chu Mo.

Perhaps it was his brother's death that dealt a severe blow to him, or perhaps Chu Mo's cultivation techniques were far superior to his, but after only five rounds, he was knocked off his horse by Chu Mo with a punch to the chest and spouted a mouthful of blood.

Without any hesitation, Chu Mo lifted his knife.

In the twilight, the sharp blade was shining with a cold light.

"Young hero, spare his life for now!" A knight who accompanied Princess Nayi shouted, "He could still prove useful!"

Chu Mo sobered up instantly, the blood-red color in his eyes faded gradually, he spat at Gerzha, who fell and looked at him in despair and horror, "The thing I hate the most is treacherous people like you who betray their masters for glory!"

After that, he swished his sharp blade and nailed it to the ground next to Gerzha's head, his face... just a hair's breadth away.

Gerzha, terrified, screamed and fainted.

"Useless!"

Chu Mo cursed and then, without looking back, walked towards the small lake. He was splattered with a lot of blood, the strong smell of blood made him feel very uncomfortable, he wanted to wash off the blood stains on his body.

When Princess Nayi and her guards arrived, they were all stunned. Dozens of pursuers were all killed on the spot, and almost every one of them... killed with a single stroke!

These were elite knights from the Prairie royal court!

Although they betrayed the royal court and joined Great Qi, no one denied their power.

Otherwise, how could Nayi and the others be in such a terrible predicament?

But in the face of this young man, they were killed one by one, just like chopping melons and vegetables, all of them were killed!

Even if Nayi and others hated these traitors, at this moment, as they watched the young man's silhouette approaching the lake, their eyes were filled with awe.

A man in his forties, dressed as a scholar, seemed to be from Great Xia, clearly different from the Prairie people, the other knights also treated him with great respect.

He went up to Princess Nayi and said softly, "We must keep this person!"

"He is crucial to our taking back the royal court!"

"If he is willing to help us, our chance of winning will increase by thirty percent!"

"Perhaps, Elder Haoyue will also help us because of this!"

Princess Nayi nodded, her star-like eyes still filled with shock, "But, with his strength...how can we keep him?"

The middle-aged scholar looked at Nayi, thought for a while, and then said, "I think this young man has a strong sense of justice, otherwise, he wouldn't have stepped in to help us."

"Let me try first, and then see...what he wants." The middle-aged man said, paused and glanced at Princess Nayi.

Princess Nayi glanced at the boy who had already reached the lake and said quietly, "Uncle Pang, just speak whatever you want, now that my mother and father are gone, and Jin Ge and Yin Ge have joined Great Qi, although I am the princess of the royal court...without you people, what am I but a pawn to be offered to those villains of Great Qi?"

The middle-aged scholar nodded, whispering, "If the princess only wants him for temporary protection, that should be easy. I believe I can persuade him with my words."

"However, if the princess seeks long-term protection, then..."

A flush of embarrassment crossed Princess Nayi's pale face, and she timidly suggested, "Marry him?"

All the guards by Nayi's side had faces filled with embarrassment and they seemed a little annoyed. But then they all sighed dejectedly and turned their heads away, pretending not to have heard.

Their goddess-like princess was no longer the jewel of the prairie as she had been in the past.

Even though they were unwilling to admit it, they had to accept the fact: their princess had become a homeless Fuping. In their hasty escape from the royal court, they had run to Elder Haoyue, perhaps with the intention of marrying his son in order to seek Elder Haoyue's protection for their young prince.

Everyone knew it; they just didn't want to say it out loud.

The middle-aged scholar gave a wry smile and said softly, "I see that this young man is quite extraordinary. Although he is poorly dressed, there is a hint of nobility in his demeanor that is uncharacteristic of ordinary folks. Combining that with his skills, he is likely from some major sect."

"If we can genuinely win him over, and keep him on the prairie to aid us, we might just get a miraculous turn of events."

Princess Nayi sighed softly, a trace of desolation flashing across her delicate face. She closed her eyes lightly, her long eyelashes trembling slightly as she spoke softly, "Uncle Pang, you make the decisions. As long as you can revive the royal court of the prairie, I am willing to do anything."

The middle-aged scholar looked at Nayi with a trace of sympathy. This pearl of the prairie, whom he had watched grow up, had always been like a daughter to him, even if there were no blood ties. If there were any other way, he wouldn't choose such a desperate option.

By comparison, this young man was much better than Elder Haoyue's good-for-nothing sons.

However, this could mean having to find another way to deal with Elder Haoyue. It would not be easy to persuade that old fox.

With these thoughts, the middle-aged scholar walked slowly towards the lakeside.

Chu Mo arrived at the lakeside, and without taking off his clothes, he jumped right in.

The icy water made his mind exceedingly lucid.

He quickly washed off the bloodstains on his body, then thought to himself: that woman seems to be the princess of this prairie court. How can a princess be chased around like a homeless dog?

"That Gerzha said the eldest and second prince have both defected to Great Qi, that must be Jin Ge and Yin Ge, right?"

"It seems that great changes must have occurred in the prairie court."

"So much so that even their princess had to escape for her life."

"If that's the case, it shouldn't be difficult for me to stay here for a while and establish good relations with them."

As Chu Mo was thinking, he heard the sound of footsteps. He looked up from the lake and saw a middle-aged man in his forties carrying a set of new clothes by the lake, watching him with a smile.

"Young hero, thanks to you just now for saving us. Otherwise, we might not have seen tomorrow's sun."

"Are you from Great Xia?" Chu Mo asked the middle-aged scholar curiously.

The middle-aged man was slightly taken aback, a hint of vigilance flashed deep in his eyes, but he laughed and asked, "How did you know?"

"Don't worry about anything, I don't know you," Chu Mo said. "I guessed it from your accent and appearance."

"I see!" The middle-aged man relaxed, then asked, "Are you also from Great Xia, brother?"

Chu Mo smiled, "I have lived in Great Xia!"

"I see!" The middle-aged man had no doubts about Chu Mo's words. How could a young man with such skill have grown up in the secular world?

So he naturally assumed that this young man was born in Great Xia, then brought into a major sect for cultivation, and now he was either traveling or had already completed his apprenticeship.

As for why he was unwilling to directly admit that he was a Great Xia person, that was pretty simple.

The middle-aged man had met a few disciples from the sects before, they all regarded secular people as mundane, and few were willing to admit they had come from the secular world.

"I see that the young brother might not have brought any change of clothes. There is a set of new clothes here, although they might not fit very well. Back home, I will find a famous tailor to make a few more sets for you!" The middle-aged man wore an eager smile as he looked at Chu Mo.

Chu Mo, who was thinking about how he could stick with this group of people, naturally would not refuse. He took the clothes. They were indeed a bit big, but much better than the ragged clothes he had been wearing.

While Chu Mo was changing his clothes behind some bushes, the middle-aged man struck up a conversation with him.

"My name is Pang Zhongyuan. I am originally from Great Xia. I have been here on the prairie for fifteen years, always working in the royal court. May I know your name, young brother?" The middle-aged scholar asked with extreme courtesy, not treating Chu Mo like a naïve teenager at all.

Which kind of teenager, at only a little over ten years of age, could face down dozens of powerful knights with a knife in hand?

After a thought, Chu Mo replied, "My name is Lin Bai. I studied in a sect, and now I am traveling."

His answer was simple, but it completely cleared up the small doubts that Pang Zhongyuan had.

Because this teenager named Lin Bai had saved them!

With his abilities, if he wanted to kill them, it would probably be as easy as turning his hand over.

Moreover, they were now like bereaved dogs, what could be there left that was worth coveting?

"So, it's Brother Lin Bai. May I know what kind of mission you have to carry out in your journey?" Pang Zhongyuan asked carefully, as the disciples from the major sects almost always carried a mission when they traveled to the sea.

Chu Mo, having changed into his new clothes, came out of the bushes and said, "No serious mission, just gaining experience."

The middle-aged man's heart lifted at his words, and then he saw Chu Mo in his new clothes. His heart praised him instantly: what a handsome young man with reddish lips, white teeth, sword-like eyebrows, and star-like eyes!