Supreme Dragon Seal

This cold light was a sharp, cone-shaped hidden weapon. The person who launched the weapon wasn’t particularly powerful, so the attack was insignificant to Qi Bei.

With a snap of his fingers, Qi Bei froze the hidden weapon in mid-air, then suddenly reversed its trajectory with a “whoosh” sound, causing it to disappear.

“Ah…” A scream came from nearby as the hand of a young man was pierced by the sharp hidden weapon, directly pinning it to the wooden stake behind him.

“Hulun, what are you doing?” Han Misi stood up in a rage, shouting loudly.

“Wenna cannot be with outsiders. I… I disagree…” the young man called Hulun said with a pale face, his gaze turning to the furious Wenna.

Wenna took slow steps towards Hulun, then suddenly raised her hand and slapped him across the face, angrily saying, “I’ll be with whoever I want. How dare you meddle in my affairs.”

Hulun stared at Wenna in a daze, his face filled with pain, and he said, “Wenna, you said you liked me too.”

“I like heroes. I’ve said before, whoever tames the Flame Horse King will be my hero,” Wenna lifted her chin.

“Give me some time, and I can do it too!” Hulun shouted loudly.

Qi Bei understood now. When Wenna asked him to help her put on the beast’s tooth hairpin, it was like a love confession. If he actually helped her put it on, it would mean accepting her affection.

Wenna was indeed beautiful, exuding a wild and straightforward charm. However, there were countless beautiful women in the world, and he couldn’t just collect one every time. Besides, she wasn’t an exceptional Yin-element physique, and he didn’t have any special feelings for her.

Moreover, he also noticed something. Wenna did have some feelings for Hulun, but as a steppe girl, most of them had a hero complex, mistaking admiration for love.

Furthermore, it was said that steppe women didn’t adhere to the concept of one man for a lifetime. Once their admiration for you disappeared, they would admire other men, and it was highly likely they would turn to the embrace of another man.

Qi Bei had a bit of male chauvinism in his bones. He wouldn’t allow anyone else to touch the women he had been with. His women in this world belonged to him, and he naturally couldn’t accept the customs of steppe women.

Qi Bei stood up and approached the two of them. He pulled out the sharp, cone-shaped hidden weapon that was stuck in Hulun’s palm and then took out a pill, crushing it into powder and sprinkling it on his wound. Soon, the wound in Hulun’s palm began to contract and scab visibly.

Then, under Wenna’s astonished gaze, he held one of her small hands and, as she looked at him with a joyful expression on her face, placed the beast’s tooth hairpin in her palm.

In an instant, Wenna’s face turned pale. He had rejected her.

“Girl, admiration is not the same as love,” Qi Bei patted her shoulder. He turned around and returned to the low table.

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Early the next morning, Qi Bei, along with Han Misi and his fifty warriors, escorted five horse-drawn carriages toward the Green Shade City. Qi Bei rode on the Flame Horse King, appearing mighty and imposing.

The Flame Horse King is not a magic beast itself, but when it goes into a rage and kicks, it can cripple or even kill a level four or even level five magic beast. One can imagine its explosive power.

In the Green Shade City, many people are knowledgeable, and with the Flame Horse King’s absence of a saddle and reins, it is obvious that it is completely tamed. Qi Bei’s head-turning rate was one hundred percent, and most of the gazes directed toward him were filled with awe.

Han Misi couldn’t help but feel proud. The four hundred gold coins were well worth it. He wanted this kind of intimidating effect so that anyone who had ill intentions toward them would have to think twice.

Green Shade City isn’t very large, but it is quite lively. Border cities like this are usually the gathering and entry points for many merchant caravans, naturally attracting various races and ethnicities.

Qi Bei rode on the Flame Horse King, scanning the surroundings. Every time he arrived at a place, he carefully observed and could always find something different.

These things could be fun or funny, but they could also be infuriating or pitiful. However, this is cultivation, a process of understanding. It may be different from cultivating magic and battle qi, but Qi Bei did discover that his cultivation of Divine Dragon Art indeed required refining the heart.

After Han Misi had the necessary supplies replenished, they left Green Shade City.

Falling Sunset Kingdom isn’t large, but it boasts beautiful scenery. Along the way, there were green mountains and clear waters, unlike the desolate and bleak northwest territories of the Golden Leaf Empire.

“Hu Zi, it seems this is your first time in Falling Sunset Kingdom. May I ask where you came from?” Han Misi asked.

“A faraway place,” Qi Bei replied casually.

Upon hearing this, Han Misi knew that Qi Bei didn’t want to say more, so he began to talk extensively about the Falling Sunset Kingdom.

Although Falling Sunset Kingdom isn’t large, it is prosperous. The ruler, Ling Xiao, is an enlightened monarch who holds the power of the state. Unlike the Golden Leaf Empire, where noble families contend with imperial authority, in Falling Sunset Kingdom, none of the noble families can overpower each other due to Ling Xiao’s methods.

Among them, the Jin family, the Huo family, and the Lin family are the three famous noble families in Falling Sunset Kingdom.

When Qi Bei heard the Huo family, his gaze flickered. Isn’t Huo Siqin from the Huo family?

“How is the Huo family?” Qi Bei asked.

“The Huo family, heh, not long ago, they were immensely influential, but they were too ostentatious. They were jointly attacked by the Jin and Lin families and are now not as powerful as before,” Han Misi chuckled.

Qi Bei hardly needed to think to understand what had happened.

It seems that the ruler of the Falling Sunset Kingdom, Ling Xiao, is extremely adept at wielding power. He wants to keep the power of the noble families within his controllable range, so he absolutely does not allow any one family to dominate. If such a situation arises, he will support the other noble families to counterbalance it.

Under the influence of power, it is inevitable to be blinded. The Huo family is clearly a case of this. As their power grew, they failed to understand the importance of laying low and instead became arrogant. If the ruler doesn’t suppress them, who will he suppress?

Han Misi was quite talkative, and the journey was not boring at all. Qi Bei learned many things he didn’t know before.

Ten days later, they were getting close to the capital city of Falling Sunset Kingdom. It was estimated that they would arrive in about two or three days.

During these ten days, nothing significant happened, although a few small bandit groups entertained thoughts of attacking them. However, once they saw Qi Bei and the Flame Horse King beneath him, they promptly gave up. No one would engage in a business that would only lead to losses and death.

As they grew closer to the capital city and passed through increasingly bustling areas, the mentality of Han Misi and his group relaxed. They chatted and laughed, appearing quite cheerful.

However, Qi Bei felt that someone was secretly monitoring them, but he didn’t mention it and pretended as if nothing was amiss.

When the group reached the bank of the Marsh River, the main river of Falling Sunset Kingdom, the rushing waters flowed downstream, swift and turbulent. If someone were to jump into it, they would be swept away without a trace.

As a result, there were more boats sailing downstream on the river, while those going upstream were much fewer. Generally, going against the current in a river required the use of magical impetus paddles, and anything involving magic was not something ordinary people could afford.

The official road was built along the river because it wasn’t far ahead. The Marsh River cut through the mountains, so the road naturally followed its course. Otherwise, they would have to construct a mountain road, which would take a hundred times more time and effort than following the river. The authorities naturally wouldn’t be that foolish.

Before long, the group arrived at the entrance of a massive cave.

According to Han Misi, the cave spanned several kilometers, with an oil lamp burning brightly every fifty meters inside, illuminating it like daylight.

The group consisted of both merchants and travelers, and Han Misi’s men weren’t nervous. If someone were planning to make a move, they probably wouldn’t choose a crowded place like this.

“Han Misi, tell your men to be cautious,” Qi Bei said out of nowhere.

Han Misi looked around and asked, “Any issues?”

“I have a bad feeling,” Qi Bei replied.

Although Han Misi didn’t think there would be any problems here, he took Qi Bei’s words seriously and immediately instructed his men to be on high alert.

The group entered the cave, where the sound of rushing water echoed throughout. In this place, people had to shout to be heard by those nearby.

After a while, a bright light appeared in the distance, indicating that they were about to exit the cave. During this time, nothing unexpected occurred.

Han Misi relaxed and glanced at Qi Bei, thinking that this bearded fellow was probably overly cautious. He thought this way, and naturally, his subordinates followed suit, and their vigilance relaxed considerably.

But right then, a row of crossbow arrows suddenly shot out from the rushing river. In such a short distance, more than ten warriors were instantly pierced and let out cries of agony.

Han Misi was horrified and quickly shouted for his men to defend and counterattack.

Qi Bei swept his thoughts towards the riverbed and drew his heavy sword from his back, slashing down with a blade of golden battle qi. The blade submerged into the river, then exploded with a loud boom. Blood surged but was quickly washed away, revealing bodies that swiftly drifted downstream.

With only about thirty survivors, Han Misi gathered them tightly around the carriages, but there were no further signs of movement.

“Let’s go. This ambush in the cave was just the first wave. The real show is probably yet to come,” Qi Bei said, stepping forward.

“Brother Hu Zi, we owe you a great deal this time,” Han Misi said, feeling somewhat ashamed and gaining a new understanding of Qi Bei’s strength. With a single move, he had slain more than ten enemies underwater, at least reaching the pinnacle of a senior warrior.

“Taking people’s money and resolving their calamities, it’s what I do,” Qi Bei said calmly.

Han Misi had the dead warriors from earlier placed on the carriages and they left the cave.

Outside the cave, a woman dressed in a green magic robe stood with a magic staff in hand. Her icy gaze swept over Han Misi and the others before finally stopping on Qi Bei.

“Surrender your belongings, and I might spare your lives,” the mage said coldly, pointing her staff as a fierce wind rose.

A King-grade wind mage!

Han Misi and his group turned pale. They never expected to encounter a King-grade mage intercepting them halfway.

“Fine,” Han Misi said with a bitter voice. He took out a silk pouch from his body, let out a long sigh, and threw it toward the wind mage.

Faced with an unstoppable enemy, he could only submit.