Yan Ge turned to Huangfu Yuchen
with a triumphant look, “See, I told you it was sixteen.”
Huangfu Yuchen calmly said, “It’s not enough to go based solely on your words. What if you two conspired together?”
Yan Ge looked at him helplessly. Was it really okay for an emperor to be so shameless?
Huangfu Yuchen continued, “So, for the sake of fairness, we’ll cancel the results of this competition and compete again tomorrow.”
Yan Jin saw the situation turning unfavorable and didn’t want to get involved. He grabbed the little crown prince and ran away.
Yan Ge said reluctantly, “Alright, alright, we’ll compete again tomorrow.”
That night, Yan Ge used the excuse of having a competition the next day to decline some nighttime activity with his husband.
Huangfu Yuchen felt as if he had lifted a rock and hit his feet.
The next day, after breakfast, Yan Ge and Huangfu Yuchen competed again as they had agreed, splitting up just like the previous day.
There were many wild pheasants and rabbits in the mountains and forests, and in less than half an hour, Yan Ge had caught nine of them, unknowingly venturing far from the camp.
Focusing on searching for prey, Yan Ge didn’t notice a strange red light passing through the eyes of the four guards, Lu Fei, Jun Xiang, Lin Zhang, and Jiang Ting. The four of them pulled the reins and surrounded Yan Ge without a trace.
Lu Fei took an arrow from his quiver, aimed the bow, and pointed it at Yan Ge.
Yan Ge heard the sound of something cutting through the air and swiftly avoided it. He turned around and said, “Be careful not to hit each other—” but before he could finish speaking, he saw Lu Fei raising his bow toward him, and he felt surprised.
“Ah Fei?”
Jun Xiang, Lin Zhang, and Jiang Ting also aimed their arrows at him.
“Swish, swish, swish—”
Three arrows shot from three different directions.
“Move!” Yan Ge skillfully controlled his horse, and Yunyi leaped forward two steps. Yan Ge leaned back on the horse’s back and skillfully dodged the three arrows.
Seeing that using arrows wasn’t effective, Lu Fei and the others jumped toward him.
Yan Ge’s eyes narrowed. While he had less interaction with Lin Zhang and Jiang Ting, he knew that Lu Fei and Jun Xiang would never betray him. Their sudden inexplicable attack on him was strange… as if they were being controlled—being controlled?
While evading the attacks of the four guards, Yan Ge focused on sensing the aura around him. He soon detected a faint unfamiliar aura, and his eyes became extremely sharp. He swiftly moved through the group of four, sealing their acupoints. He then turned his sharp gaze towards a big tree against the light and shouted, “Come out!”
A black figure slowly appeared on top of the tree.
“Meng Xiaohun?” Yan Ge looked at him in astonishment. This person looked exactly like Meng Xiaohun, but Meng Xiaohun’s arms had clearly been cut off by Huangfu Yuchen. Why did this person have both arms intact?
“It’s an honor that you still remember me,” Meng Xiaohun spoke slowly, a cold smile on his emotionless face.
“What have you done to them? What do you want with me?” Yan Ge spoke calmly and examined him. He knew that this person might also have a system. He just didn’t know what kind of system it was.
Meng Xiaohun floated down to the ground, standing not too close to Yan Ge, and folded his hands behind his back. “I want you to serve me.”
Yan Ge was taken aback and said disdainfully, “Impossible.”
Complex emotions flickered through Meng Xiaohun’s eyes, making it hard for Yan Ge to discern them for awhile. Those turbulent emotions were quickly suppressed, leaving only anger and unwillingness. “You really won’t consider it? If you refuse to serve me, then I’ll have to kill you!”
“Just you?” Yan Ge looked at him with undisguised contempt, a mocking smile on his lips.
Meng Xiaohun suddenly turned his head and Lu Fei and the other three had painful expressions, with traces of blood at the corners of their mouths.
Yan Ge drew his spiritual sword and aimed it at Meng Xiaohun: “Release them immediately!”
Meng Xiaohun said indifferently, “If you continue to seal their acupoints, they will undoubtedly die.”
Yan Ge had no choice but to release the acupoints of Lu Fei and the other three.
Lu Fei and the others gained their freedom and immediately wielded their weapons to attack Yan Ge.
Meng Xiaohun stood relaxed on the side, watching the battle.
Lu Fei swung his knife at Yan Ge’s right shoulder. He had lost control of his own consciousness and was just a puppet. The strike was firm and unrelenting, with no room for mercy.
Yan Ge could only defend himself and was unable to counterattack. After finally breaking free from the four’s encirclement, he was surrounded again. Lin Zhang held his double-edged blade, using the “Heavenly Divide” technique to slash at Yan Ge’s face. The sword’s energy was like black mist, chilling and eerie. It was clearly not Lin Zhang’s usual style.
Yan Ge was shocked. Could it be that Meng Xiaohun not only controlled Lu Fei and the others’ consciousness but also granted them his abilities?
He decided to test his hypothesis and fought Lu Fei and the others for thirty more moves. He confirmed his suspicion. He had witnessed some of Huangfu Yuchen’s battle with Meng Xiaohun before, and the techniques used by Lu Fei and the others were indeed of the same style as Meng Xiaohun’s.
Meng Xiaohun said, “Can’t bring yourself to kill them? It’s not too late to regret now. As long as you agree to follow me, I’ll release them immediately. Otherwise, they will definitely kill you.”
Yan Ge thought for a moment and said, “How about you release them first, and we’ll talk. Why do you value me so much?”
“No need to explore my intentions,” Meng Xiaohun said coldly, “Since you remain obstinate—”
Lu Fei and the others’ attacks intensified.
While fighting them, Yan Ge discreetly retreated, gradually approaching Meng Xiaohun.
However, Meng Xiaohun was very vigilant and quickly stepped back.
Yan Ge felt something was odd. If Meng Xiaohun could control Lu Fei and the others to kill him, then Meng Xiaohun’s abilities should be even stronger, so he shouldn’t be so wary of him. Why was he retreating?
“Kill him!” Meng Xiaohun glanced back and ordered Lu Fei and the others in a stern voice.
Lu Fei, Jun Xiang, Lin Zhang, and Jiang Ting’s eyes turned red, and their attacks became fiercer.
Seeing Yan Ge being forced to retreat, Meng Xiaohun’s eyes filled with madness and excitement as he ordered once again:
“Kill him immediately!”
Yan Ge turned his head and looked at him coldly. He soared into the air, flying behind Jiang Ting, and with a heavy palm, struck his back. Jiang Ting groaned and lost his breath. Yan Ge repeated the process, killing Lu Fei, Jun Xiang, and Lin Zhang as well.
Meng Xiaohun stared at him in shock and suspicion. After a moment, his eyes regained calmness, “I didn’t expect you to be able to take action.”
“It seems you don’t understand me.” Yan Ge retorted and leaped in front of him, thrusting his spiritual sword towards him.
Meng Xiaohun’s aura suddenly became colder. He mumbled a few words, and his entire body seemed to become illusory, as if wrapped in a circle of black mist. Suddenly, his body twisted into the shape of a fierce dragon, rushing fiercely towards Yan Ge.
Yan Ge snorted, and his spiritual sword was enveloped in majestic spiritual energy as it rushed forward to meet him.
“Boom!”
The two forces collided, producing a deafening sound.
Yan Ge smiled, “I’m curious. If I were to sever your arms, could you still regrow them?”
Meng Xiaohun’s eyes became ferocious, as if he couldn’t help but recall the pain of having his arms cut off by Huangfu Yuchen that day.
As a result, his aura momentarily became unstable. Yan Ge seized this opportunity and ruthlessly stabbed towards Meng Xiaohun’s heart.
Meng Xiaohun hurriedly dodged, his lips moved rapidly, murmuring indistinctly. Two black mists, like black wings, followed behind him fiercely, resembling a violent storm and raging waves.
Having read numerous online novels, Yan Ge wondered if Meng Xiaohun was chanting some incantation. He transformed into a ray of light and fearlessly faced the attack.
“Boom!” All the plants and trees within ten feet collapsed.
In another direction of the mountain forest, Huangfu Yuchen suddenly felt a palpitation, as if something bad had occurred.
“Your Majesty?” The accompanying guards looked at him with confusion as he abruptly halted the horse’s reins.
“Baby?” Huangfu Yuchen tried to call out to Yan Ge in his mind but received no response. The palpitations became even more pronounced, and his expression changed. He turned the horse’s head and swiftly galloped away.
“Your Majesty!” Several guards hurriedly followed.
Yan Ge didn’t sense Huangfu Yuchen’s call. Meng Xiaohun was incredibly powerful, and he couldn’t afford to be careless. He had to concentrate nearly eighty percent of his consciousness on Meng Xiaohun to barely keep up with him.
Meng Xiaohun’s mood was worse than his. He didn’t expect Yan Ge’s strength to be so formidable. As long as Yan Ge wasn’t eliminated, he wouldn’t be at ease. With this in mind, he used a burst of internal energy to cut open the back of his hand. The crimson blood immediately dripped and condensed into a mass of blood mist in mid-air, eventually forming a peculiar geometric pattern that rushed towards Yan Ge. Simultaneously, it gradually grew larger and flew above Yan Ge’s head before suddenly slamming down heavily.
Yan Ge was well-prepared and infused his qi into the spiritual sword. The sword’s aura was like a fierce and domineering lightning, splitting the strange pattern in half!
“Ptt—,” This pattern seemed to have some connection with Meng Xiaohun. He couldn’t help but spit out a mouthful of blood, glaring at Yan Ge with a mix of anger and hatred, as if looking at a dead person.
Yan Ge was not at ease either, it was as if half of his dantian had been emptied by the rebound of his own attack. He took several steps back in succession before finally stabilizing himself. He quickly rubbed his feet against the ground, stirring up dust.
“Xiao Ge!”
Huangfu Yuchen arrived just in time, firmly embracing Yan Ge’s waist.
Meng Xiaohun’s eyes darkened, and his figure flickered as he quickly fled.
Yan Ge gasped for breath and frowned, looking in the direction where Meng Xiaohun had disappeared.
Was he overthinking things? When Huangfu Yuchen and Meng Xiaohun fought before, it seemed that Meng Xiaohun had avoided Huangfu Yuchen, reluctant to engage with him. Today, as soon as Huangfu Yuchen appeared, Meng Xiaohun immediately left without even exchanging a single blow with him. It was as if he deliberately avoided Huangfu Yuchen. This person must know Huangfu Yuchen very well, so much so that he feared Huangfu Yuchen recognizing him. Who exactly is he?
A person’s face inexplicably flashed through Yan Ge’s mind, and he quickly shook his head.
Yan Ge turned to Huangfu Yuchen
with a triumphant look, “See, I told you it was sixteen.”
Huangfu Yuchen calmly said, “It’s not enough to go based solely on your words. What if you two conspired together?”
Yan Ge looked at him helplessly. Was it really okay for an emperor to be so shameless?
Huangfu Yuchen continued, “So, for the sake of fairness, we’ll cancel the results of this competition and compete again tomorrow.”
Yan Jin saw the situation turning unfavorable and didn’t want to get involved. He grabbed the little crown prince and ran away.
Yan Ge said reluctantly, “Alright, alright, we’ll compete again tomorrow.”
That night, Yan Ge used the excuse of having a competition the next day to decline some nighttime activity with his husband.
Huangfu Yuchen felt as if he had lifted a rock and hit his feet.
The next day, after breakfast, Yan Ge and Huangfu Yuchen competed again as they had agreed, splitting up just like the previous day.
There were many wild pheasants and rabbits in the mountains and forests, and in less than half an hour, Yan Ge had caught nine of them, unknowingly venturing far from the camp.
Focusing on searching for prey, Yan Ge didn’t notice a strange red light passing through the eyes of the four guards, Lu Fei, Jun Xiang, Lin Zhang, and Jiang Ting. The four of them pulled the reins and surrounded Yan Ge without a trace.
Lu Fei took an arrow from his quiver, aimed the bow, and pointed it at Yan Ge.
Yan Ge heard the sound of something cutting through the air and swiftly avoided it. He turned around and said, “Be careful not to hit each other—” but before he could finish speaking, he saw Lu Fei raising his bow toward him, and he felt surprised.
“Ah Fei?”
Jun Xiang, Lin Zhang, and Jiang Ting also aimed their arrows at him.
“Swish, swish, swish—”
Three arrows shot from three different directions.
“Move!” Yan Ge skillfully controlled his horse, and Yunyi leaped forward two steps. Yan Ge leaned back on the horse’s back and skillfully dodged the three arrows.
Seeing that using arrows wasn’t effective, Lu Fei and the others jumped toward him.
Yan Ge’s eyes narrowed. While he had less interaction with Lin Zhang and Jiang Ting, he knew that Lu Fei and Jun Xiang would never betray him. Their sudden inexplicable attack on him was strange… as if they were being controlled—being controlled?
While evading the attacks of the four guards, Yan Ge focused on sensing the aura around him. He soon detected a faint unfamiliar aura, and his eyes became extremely sharp. He swiftly moved through the group of four, sealing their acupoints. He then turned his sharp gaze towards a big tree against the light and shouted, “Come out!”
A black figure slowly appeared on top of the tree.
“Meng Xiaohun?” Yan Ge looked at him in astonishment. This person looked exactly like Meng Xiaohun, but Meng Xiaohun’s arms had clearly been cut off by Huangfu Yuchen. Why did this person have both arms intact?
“It’s an honor that you still remember me,” Meng Xiaohun spoke slowly, a cold smile on his emotionless face.
“What have you done to them? What do you want with me?” Yan Ge spoke calmly and examined him. He knew that this person might also have a system. He just didn’t know what kind of system it was.
Meng Xiaohun floated down to the ground, standing not too close to Yan Ge, and folded his hands behind his back. “I want you to serve me.”
Yan Ge was taken aback and said disdainfully, “Impossible.”
Complex emotions flickered through Meng Xiaohun’s eyes, making it hard for Yan Ge to discern them for awhile. Those turbulent emotions were quickly suppressed, leaving only anger and unwillingness. “You really won’t consider it? If you refuse to serve me, then I’ll have to kill you!”
“Just you?” Yan Ge looked at him with undisguised contempt, a mocking smile on his lips.
Meng Xiaohun suddenly turned his head and Lu Fei and the other three had painful expressions, with traces of blood at the corners of their mouths.
Yan Ge drew his spiritual sword and aimed it at Meng Xiaohun: “Release them immediately!”
Meng Xiaohun said indifferently, “If you continue to seal their acupoints, they will undoubtedly die.”
Yan Ge had no choice but to release the acupoints of Lu Fei and the other three.
Lu Fei and the others gained their freedom and immediately wielded their weapons to attack Yan Ge.
Meng Xiaohun stood relaxed on the side, watching the battle.
Lu Fei swung his knife at Yan Ge’s right shoulder. He had lost control of his own consciousness and was just a puppet. The strike was firm and unrelenting, with no room for mercy.
Yan Ge could only defend himself and was unable to counterattack. After finally breaking free from the four’s encirclement, he was surrounded again. Lin Zhang held his double-edged blade, using the “Heavenly Divide” technique to slash at Yan Ge’s face. The sword’s energy was like black mist, chilling and eerie. It was clearly not Lin Zhang’s usual style.
Yan Ge was shocked. Could it be that Meng Xiaohun not only controlled Lu Fei and the others’ consciousness but also granted them his abilities?
He decided to test his hypothesis and fought Lu Fei and the others for thirty more moves. He confirmed his suspicion. He had witnessed some of Huangfu Yuchen’s battle with Meng Xiaohun before, and the techniques used by Lu Fei and the others were indeed of the same style as Meng Xiaohun’s.
Meng Xiaohun said, “Can’t bring yourself to kill them? It’s not too late to regret now. As long as you agree to follow me, I’ll release them immediately. Otherwise, they will definitely kill you.”
Yan Ge thought for a moment and said, “How about you release them first, and we’ll talk. Why do you value me so much?”
“No need to explore my intentions,” Meng Xiaohun said coldly, “Since you remain obstinate—”
Lu Fei and the others’ attacks intensified.
While fighting them, Yan Ge discreetly retreated, gradually approaching Meng Xiaohun.
However, Meng Xiaohun was very vigilant and quickly stepped back.
Yan Ge felt something was odd. If Meng Xiaohun could control Lu Fei and the others to kill him, then Meng Xiaohun’s abilities should be even stronger, so he shouldn’t be so wary of him. Why was he retreating?
“Kill him!” Meng Xiaohun glanced back and ordered Lu Fei and the others in a stern voice.
Lu Fei, Jun Xiang, Lin Zhang, and Jiang Ting’s eyes turned red, and their attacks became fiercer.
Seeing Yan Ge being forced to retreat, Meng Xiaohun’s eyes filled with madness and excitement as he ordered once again:
“Kill him immediately!”
Yan Ge turned his head and looked at him coldly. He soared into the air, flying behind Jiang Ting, and with a heavy palm, struck his back. Jiang Ting groaned and lost his breath. Yan Ge repeated the process, killing Lu Fei, Jun Xiang, and Lin Zhang as well.
Meng Xiaohun stared at him in shock and suspicion. After a moment, his eyes regained calmness, “I didn’t expect you to be able to take action.”
“It seems you don’t understand me.” Yan Ge retorted and leaped in front of him, thrusting his spiritual sword towards him.
Meng Xiaohun’s aura suddenly became colder. He mumbled a few words, and his entire body seemed to become illusory, as if wrapped in a circle of black mist. Suddenly, his body twisted into the shape of a fierce dragon, rushing fiercely towards Yan Ge.
Yan Ge snorted, and his spiritual sword was enveloped in majestic spiritual energy as it rushed forward to meet him.
“Boom!”
The two forces collided, producing a deafening sound.
Yan Ge smiled, “I’m curious. If I were to sever your arms, could you still regrow them?”
Meng Xiaohun’s eyes became ferocious, as if he couldn’t help but recall the pain of having his arms cut off by Huangfu Yuchen that day.
As a result, his aura momentarily became unstable. Yan Ge seized this opportunity and ruthlessly stabbed towards Meng Xiaohun’s heart.
Meng Xiaohun hurriedly dodged, his lips moved rapidly, murmuring indistinctly. Two black mists, like black wings, followed behind him fiercely, resembling a violent storm and raging waves.
Having read numerous online novels, Yan Ge wondered if Meng Xiaohun was chanting some incantation. He transformed into a ray of light and fearlessly faced the attack.
“Boom!” All the plants and trees within ten feet collapsed.
In another direction of the mountain forest, Huangfu Yuchen suddenly felt a palpitation, as if something bad had occurred.
“Your Majesty?” The accompanying guards looked at him with confusion as he abruptly halted the horse’s reins.
“Baby?” Huangfu Yuchen tried to call out to Yan Ge in his mind but received no response. The palpitations became even more pronounced, and his expression changed. He turned the horse’s head and swiftly galloped away.
“Your Majesty!” Several guards hurriedly followed.
Yan Ge didn’t sense Huangfu Yuchen’s call. Meng Xiaohun was incredibly powerful, and he couldn’t afford to be careless. He had to concentrate nearly eighty percent of his consciousness on Meng Xiaohun to barely keep up with him.
Meng Xiaohun’s mood was worse than his. He didn’t expect Yan Ge’s strength to be so formidable. As long as Yan Ge wasn’t eliminated, he wouldn’t be at ease. With this in mind, he used a burst of internal energy to cut open the back of his hand. The crimson blood immediately dripped and condensed into a mass of blood mist in mid-air, eventually forming a peculiar geometric pattern that rushed towards Yan Ge. Simultaneously, it gradually grew larger and flew above Yan Ge’s head before suddenly slamming down heavily.
Yan Ge was well-prepared and infused his qi into the spiritual sword. The sword’s aura was like a fierce and domineering lightning, splitting the strange pattern in half!
“Ptt—,” This pattern seemed to have some connection with Meng Xiaohun. He couldn’t help but spit out a mouthful of blood, glaring at Yan Ge with a mix of anger and hatred, as if looking at a dead person.
Yan Ge was not at ease either, it was as if half of his dantian had been emptied by the rebound of his own attack. He took several steps back in succession before finally stabilizing himself. He quickly rubbed his feet against the ground, stirring up dust.
“Xiao Ge!”
Huangfu Yuchen arrived just in time, firmly embracing Yan Ge’s waist.
Meng Xiaohun’s eyes darkened, and his figure flickered as he quickly fled.
Yan Ge gasped for breath and frowned, looking in the direction where Meng Xiaohun had disappeared.
Was he overthinking things? When Huangfu Yuchen and Meng Xiaohun fought before, it seemed that Meng Xiaohun had avoided Huangfu Yuchen, reluctant to engage with him. Today, as soon as Huangfu Yuchen appeared, Meng Xiaohun immediately left without even exchanging a single blow with him. It was as if he deliberately avoided Huangfu Yuchen. This person must know Huangfu Yuchen very well, so much so that he feared Huangfu Yuchen recognizing him. Who exactly is he?
A person’s face inexplicably flashed through Yan Ge’s mind, and he quickly shook his head.
