Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Come afternoon the next day, Liu Rushuang was dressed in red while Han Moze wore black—looking like the perfect couple with no match in the whole wide world.
Like bolts of lightning, they rushed towards Qianshan City, in the Yuexi county of Beiming.
Soon, they reached a mountaintop. It was a scene of peace as the remaining rays of evening shone upon the plants atop the mountain.
Up head were floor black-clad guards standing guard before gates forged from black stone.
Liu Rushuang and Han Moze traded glances and disappeared right then, before reappearing inside the mountain fortress.
The mountain fortress appeared equipped with everything from waterways to pavilions. Each building was grand and beautiful, and it was obvious that this fortress—known as the Xuanying Fortress—was utterly extravagant.
Guards could be seen patrolling every path, with some posted at the doors in front of some of the buildings.
“Move! Stop dragging your feet!”
“Mercy! I can’t carry anymore! Please, let me have a break!”
“Dream on! I’ll kill you since you can’t carry anymore! So that you won’t waste our food!”
“Sob… Mercy!”
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Liu Rushuang and Han Moze traded glances when they heard the voices from a corner behind the mountain, and headed there at the same time.
There, dozens of black-clad men with whips were spurring on hundreds of haggard peasants.
Amongst them were elderly over eighty and children who were less than ten, while youths were the majority.
Just then, an adorable boy who appeared around eight was furious to see his grandfather whipped by the black-clad men, and turned to yell angrily, “You rogues! I’ll kill you!”
“No, Xiao Cheng!” The hunchbacked, scrawny old man who appeared frail with years shouted meekly.
Right after that, he vomited blood and fell to the ground, and the rock he was carrying over his back rolled down the slope as well.
Whip!
Without sparing another word, two of the black-clad men began to flog the old man, even as he lay on the ground, unable to move.
“Stop! You rogues!” That malnourished little boy pick up a stone and threw it at the two black-clad men.
It struck one of the men, who immediately roared, “You mongrel! I’ll kill you!”
However, just as his whip was about to reach the boy, there was a sudden cyclone. The two despicable black-clad men were blown dozens of paces away and slammed into a nearby grassland, coughing blood endlessly as they struggled to breathe.
The little boy’s eyes widened as he turned around and found a woman wearing a red veil and a man in a golden mask appearing behind him.
The man only kept his eyes and brows hidden, but it was easy to see that he was as handsome as he was imposing. The little boy was envious, thinking that it would be great if he became that powerful.
The woman had half her face covered, but her eyes alone would enchant anyone’s soul. The little boy gulped in her presence—she’s so beautiful!
“Cough, cough…” The old man’s coughing eventually made the little boy come to his senses.
He quickly ran over to the fatigued old man and bawled, “Gramps, what’s wrong?”
Then, turning tearfully to Han Moze and Liu Rushuang, he cried, “Please, help my gramps! Sob…”
In the blink of an eye, the hundreds of peasants who were forced into hard labor at the slop kowtowed, asking for help, “Help us, we beg you… sob…”
Liu Rushuang had always been kind. Trading a glance with Han Moze right then, they charged towards the panicking bunch of rogues.
Soon, they were all dealt with.