HLnovel Chapter 118 Borrowing Troops from Luoxia City
Chapter 118 Borrowing Troops from Luoxia City
After discussing the Myriad Manifestations Array, Xue Lan and Yan Chengxue fell silent.
Xue Lan looked thoughtfully in the direction of Luoxia Mountain.
Yan Chengxue calculated the time required to set up the grand formation in her mind before speaking first, breaking the silence.
"Setting up the Myriad Manifestations Array will take a lot of time, and it's not easy for me to do it alone."
Xue Lan's thoughts were interrupted by Yan Chengxue, and the girl turned her gaze back from the distance.
Yan Chengxue watched as Xue Lan shook her sleeve and took out a white ball of light.
The white ball of light transformed into a little girl dressed in a peach-pink dress, holding a short sword in her arms, in front of Yan Chengxue.
Xue Lan ignored the horrified look in the eyes of the person opposite her: "I'll lend you my sister."
Xue Tong looked somewhat surprised. She turned to look at Xue Lan, then took the short sword in her hand and struck Xue Lan on the head.
Are you out of your mind? You just dragged me out in front of everyone?
Xue Lan pressed down on the top of her head and transmitted her voice: "You are my sister, aren't you also an unregistered resident?"
"I'll arrange an identity for you."
At this moment, Yan Chengxue spoke up: "I know you have a younger sister, but this younger sister of yours..."
The young man carefully chose his words: "A rare and precious treasure, or a demon or monster?"
It can't be a person that can be pulled out of a sleeve, right?
Xue Lan thought carefully about what Xue Tong really meant. Finally, she said calmly, "She's just a younger sister."
Yan Chengxue was speechless. He didn't know that there was such a thing as a younger sister in this world that could take human form.
【Xue Lan...I'm not going.】 Xue Tong was so anxious that she forgot to call her elder sister in front of outsiders.
Yan Chengxue waved her hand: "She doesn't want to."
Xue Lan patted Xue Tong's head, her eyes filled with a smile: "She's afraid of you."
"Am I some kind of scary thing?" Yan Chengxue asked, somewhat displeased.
Xue Lan did not respond to Yan Chengxue, but looked at Xue Tong: "Follow him to set up the formation, this is very important."
Xue Tong asked angrily, "How important is it?"
"The fate of hundreds of thousands of people in Fuyang City rests on this great formation. Xue Tong, listen to me."
Xue Tong felt a gentle tap on her head again and looked up into Xue Lan's eyes.
This was the first time Xue Lan had ever asked her to obey, her tone like she was coaxing a child, her eyes filled with a kind and gentle smile. Xue Tong couldn't bear to refuse.
Xue Tong transmitted her voice: [Will the Wolf King return?]
Xue Lan looked down into Xue Tong's eyes and slowly nodded.
[Is the Wolf King not lying?]
Xue Lan nodded again.
Having received Xue Lan's promise, the young girl walked towards Yan Chengxue with some reluctance.
Yan Chengxue looked at Xue Lan. At this moment, large patches of dark clouds had gathered in the distance, looking like a heavy rain was about to fall.
Xue Lan stood against the light, half of her face hidden in darkness.
"You all go and set up the grand formation first. I'm going to Fuyang City to borrow people now."
After speaking, the two groups of people transformed into streaks of light and flew off in different directions.
The battle cries from the front lines still seemed to echo in my ears, while dark clouds began to gather behind us.
Xue Lan went to Fuyang City alone and saw Cui Wu on the city wall. She told Cui Wu about her request to borrow troops.
Upon hearing Xue Lan's request, Cui Wu bit her lip. Finally, she asked a question similar to Yan Chengxue's.
"Senior Sister, is this really necessary?"
Xue Lan appeared exceptionally ruthless at this moment: "Ordinary soldiers cannot withstand demonic energy; this matter cannot be accomplished without them."
Cui Wu bowed to the girl in front of him and said, "Xiao Wu will take care of it right away."
Xue Lan trusted Cui Wu's abilities, so she decided not to linger there.
The girl turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared from the spot.
In Xuan Yue Street, in the northwest corner of Fuyang City, a group of soldiers who had retired from Luoxia Mountain were settled.
Qi Shan sat on a recliner outside the courtyard, looking at the gray sky above. A long scar ran across his left cheek; it was from the final battle during the retreat from the Luoxia Mountain front.
"Uncle, flower."
A childish voice came from beside him. Qi Shan looked at the courtyard in front of him and saw a fair-skinned little girl squatting in the courtyard, holding a large bunch of osmanthus flowers that had been broken off from the branches.
Qi Shan skillfully lowered his head, and the little girl happily ran over and stuck osmanthus flowers in Qi Shan's hair.
Qi Shan smiled and asked the little girl in front of him, "Bao'er, where are your parents?"
"Father and mother went out to sell noodles..." the little girl mumbled, continuing to concentrate on putting flowers in Qi Shan's hair.
A commotion arose outside. Qi Shan looked in the direction of the sound and saw a troop of garrison soldiers. At the head of the troop was a young man dressed in heavy armor.
The soldiers from Luoxia Mountain who lived nearby all came out and looked at the garrison.
Whispers began to circulate around them: "That's General Lin."
"Hasn't Xuan Yue Street already been thoroughly searched?"
Bao'er's parents also returned. Qi Shan handed the little girl over to her parents and went to Lin Cenxu first.
"General Lin."
Lin Cenxu bowed to Qi Shan: "Commander Qi, the battle at the front has been a great success. The Jiangyun Sect has arranged a flying boat to take you all away from Fuyang City to the capital."
His voice wasn't quiet; all the soldiers around him heard it.
A strange smile appeared on their faces. One of the men spoke first: "That's good, brothers, now we can go home sooner."
One by one, the soldiers stood before Lin Cenxu, looking eager to go home. However, the older Shengyu soldiers kept pushing the younger ones to the back.
Lin Cenxu smiled gently and said, "Please."
Qi Shan caught up with Lin Cenxu ahead of him. As they walked out of Xuan Yue Street, he turned back to look at Bao'er, who was being held in her father's arms.
"Uncle, Bao'er is coming to find you..."
The little girl's innocent voice rang out, and Qi Shan felt a lump in his throat and immediately turned around.
The long queue slowly made its way toward the south gate of Fuyang City. Halfway there, a small, thin figure followed at the very back of the queue.
No one noticed.
Away from the bustling city center, Qi Shan approached Lin Cenxu: "General Lin, what's happening at the front..."
"There's nothing seriously wrong at the front, except that some demons have torn open a gap and are trying to attack Fuyang City. Commander Qi, don't make a fuss. Someone will explain everything to you when you arrive."
Qi Shan retreated back into the ranks and remained silent.
The entire group boarded the flying boat, and Lin Cenxu saw them off from the city tower: "Fellow soldiers, take care on your journey."
The man standing at the very back of the line, trying to conceal himself, felt a strange sense of heaviness in the atmosphere, but he didn't dwell on it and followed the example of the soldiers in front of him to salute Cui Wu.
"General Lin, please take care. Fuyang City will surely be safe."
About half an hour after the flying boat left the territory of Fuyang City, Commander Qi sent someone to fetch armor from the cabin, and all the soldiers began to put on their armor on the deck.
A thin, middle-aged man, holding a suit of armor, asked the person next to him with some confusion, "What's this for? Are we going to have to meet the Emperor when we get to the capital?"
The young man beside him was puzzled: "There's going to be a war, and you're here... I've never seen you before? A demon spy!"
Before the middle-aged man could react, the young man beside him shouted, and in an instant, the middle-aged man was pinned to the ground by several soldiers.
Qi Shan, already dressed in armor, walked up to the thin, middle-aged man.
The man's voice carried a murderous aura unique to the battlefield.
"Demon spy, kill him!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than a gleaming longsword was placed against the neck of the short, middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man trembled, and was so frightened that he wet himself.