CHAPTER 1120: CHAPTER 611: XU JIANWEN: ZHAO DOUAN, YOU FINALLY CAME

Zhao Douan flicked his wrist, and the string of blood droplets on the Chasing Saber fell to the ground, melting through the white snow.

The piercing cold wind blew into the gray alleyway. Bai Ying’s headless corpse still maintained a defensive posture. With a gust of wind, it toppled over with a "thud."

Scalding blood gushed from the neck, staining the ground red.

Zhao Douan sheathed his saber, and the Divine shadow in his eyes slowly faded away. He turned around and walked toward Ning Xianzong, who was leaning against the wall.

"You..." Ning Xianzong’s eyes widened in disbelief as he watched the scene unfold.

Due to his perspective, he hadn’t seen the Dragon Girl appear, or perhaps at his level of cultivation, even if he had seen her, he couldn’t comprehend it.

All he saw was Zhao Douan’s back as he walked over and decapitated Bai Ying with ease, as if slicing vegetables.

"He’s... dead?" Ning Xianzong felt dizzy, unable to accept that Bai Ying, at the Worldly Realm level, died so easily.

Zhao Douan smiled, "If he were in a military formation on the battlefield, he might have been difficult to kill, but here, it was easy."

The Dragon Girl’s power was like a bug for those without defensive measures in the Worldly Realm, but her power was not invincible.

If the number of targets dragged into the dreamscape exceeded a certain limit, it would fail. Every use would also consume the Dragon Girl’s Divine Soul Power.

That’s one of the reasons he ordered them to be lured into a secluded spot... And more importantly, to maintain secrecy.

"Now I finally believe you killed Xu Jingtang." Wei Xianzong weakly praised, "Your cultivation progress speed is unprecedented in my life."

No... you guessed wrong here... Zhao Douan murmured internally.

At this moment, the distant gunfire ceased, and soldiers from the court rushed into the alley with chaotic footsteps. They were stunned upon seeing Zhao Douan and Bai Ying’s corpse on the ground.

"Governor?!" the little flag officer leading them exclaimed.

Zhao Douan asked, "Where are the other enemies?"

The little flag officer hurriedly replied, "The other side left a few corpses and then ran away."

Zhao Douan raised his eyebrows and said, "Immediately send Wei Xianzong for treatment. The rest of you continue patrolling. Oh, take this corpse away."

"Yes!"

Quickly, the group of soldiers left.

The alley became empty once more, leaving only traces of blood.

The light and shadow twisted, and Jin Jian’s figure slowly emerged. She wiped the fog from her glasses and asked, "What are you thinking?"

Zhao Douan bowed his head in contemplation, then suddenly flipped his hand to take out the Fengyue Treasure Mirror, attempting to visualize the scene where Song Jinxi was located.

However, the mirror was filled with blurry fog, and the observation failed!

Zhao Douan was taken aback; not long ago, he was still able to normally observe Yansuo Lake. Now he couldn’t.

"Not good!" Zhao Douan’s expression changed slightly, and he grabbed Jin Jian’s small hand, "Let’s go back!"

"Alright," Jin Jian waved her Magic Wand, drawing a full moon, and led Zhao Douan into it.

Step in, two worlds.

Zhao Douan returned to the Governor Mansion’s hall out of thin air.

Mo Chou, Ning Zechen, and others, seeing him return, first breathed a sigh of relief. Then they heard Zhao Douan say, "I killed Bai Ying."

Everyone was stunned.

Zhao Douan didn’t wait for their response and continued with his second sentence: "Their real target is Yansuo Lake. The information transmitted was false. You stay and guard the place, I’m going to Yansuo Lake now. Remember to guard the Two-Life Gate in the backyard."

After saying that, he gave Jin Jian a glance, and the latter again opened a full moon, this time leading to the outside of the city.

But because the distance was so far, they couldn’t teleport directly, needing several transfers.

"At least eight hundred taels," Jin Jian muttered with some glee. The previously agreed price was a minimum of two hundred taels per teleportation. Well, this was a fair price without intentional detours.

As Zhao Douan stepped in with one foot, he suddenly remembered something and said to Mo Chou, "Remember to inform the Jade Sleeve Priestess of my whereabouts."

With those words, he and Jin Jian disappeared from the room.

Leaving Mo Chou and the others stunned in place.

The words lingering in their ears:

Their true target is Yansuo Lake?

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"Hurry up!"

As the scholar stepped down from the prison cart, he heard an order from a rebel soldier.

He wore blood-stained prison clothes, bound with shackles on his wrists and ankles, his exposed skin covered in scars.

Having just emerged from the tightly black-clothed and sealed prison cart, he first felt the chill, the brightness, and then squinted to see that he and the others had been taken out of the military prison and transported outside the city.

Looking around, Hu Ting City was already far away. The view first showed a large area of withered reeds covered in residual snow, yet despite the strong wind, there was not much accumulated snow.

In addition, there was the wide, empty ice surface—Yansuo Lake was still in a state of ice cover.

And on the shore, several large "bamboo rafts" were prepared early... Or rather, they should be called ice sleds.

As a Gold Shadow Guard, the scholar had been taken out of prison early in the morning. Not only him, but also a dozen other captives, all covered in wounds, were released from the prison cart. They all gathered together, eyes filled with excitement and apprehension.

On the way, the group had already learned that the rebel army was going to conduct a prisoner exchange with the court, which meant they would be released.

"Get on quickly! Standing still, do you want to be left behind?" teased a rebel soldier wearing a cotton coat.

The prisoners shivered, hurriedly braving the cold wind and helping each other climb onto the bamboo raft.

Several thick ropes were attached to the front of the bamboo raft, pulled by donkeys whose hooves were wrapped in cloth, dragging the bamboo raft towards the center of the river.

Huddled among the prisoners, the scholar’s heart did not feel as joyful as the others.