My Years in the Jianghu with the Prince: A Time of Unethical Conduct

Chapter 170 False Alarm

Suddenly, a rustling sound came from all around.

Xie Yan reined in his horse and looked up, only to see several dark figures suddenly appear in the woods.

In the darkness, the figures of a group of barbarian soldiers gradually emerged; they had apparently laid an ambush here beforehand.

This proves that Xie Yan was following the correct direction.

Xie Yan stared straight ahead, her gaze cold and indifferent.

A burly man was walking out from there.

The burly man was unarmed, his muscles bulging, and his eyes swept over Xie Yan, brazenly looking her up and down.

He exhaled heavily through his nose, "Ha, I was hoping to catch a big fish, but I didn't expect that only a lamb would come to my door."

But Xie Yan, contrary to her usual behavior, did not retort.

Seeing that the person in front of him didn't speak, the big man thought he was scared out of his wits. He immediately showed disdain and arrogantly mocked, "Does the Great Jing have no men left? They would actually send a piece of trash like you to die on the battlefield?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the soldiers around him joined in the laughter.

Amidst a chorus of jeers and laughter, Xie Yan finally drew his sword slowly and said, "I'm in a very bad mood right now."

As soon as these words were spoken, the air fell silent for a moment, and the next second, an even louder burst of laughter erupted from the crowd.

"Hahaha, did you hear that? He said he's in a very bad mood."

"Judging from what he said, could it be that he's planning to take on all of us by himself? Hahaha, that's hilarious!"

"Hahaha, you're in a bad mood and you still went all the way to the battlefield to die. I'm in a bad mood too. Since this lamb has delivered itself to our doorstep, let's chop it up!"

Before the laughter had even subsided, the barbarian soldiers swarmed forward, eager to see who could snatch Xie Yan's head first.

Xie Yan, mounted on his horse, looked down at the group of people who were closing in.

He was backlit, so no one could see his expression; they could only hear his chilling voice.

"So you will die a terrible death."

"Boom!"

After a dull thud, the once noisy forest finally returned to silence.

Amidst the chaos, only Xie Yan remained standing in the same spot.

He was covered in blood, his face smeared with it, but he didn't seem to care at all. He even expressionlessly pulled half of the spear that had been embedded deep in his flesh from his shoulder.

At Xie Yan's feet, the burly man who had been so smug just moments before was now lying on the ground like a dead dog. The man who had been shouting that he would chop him up was now completely devoid of the hand to hold the knife.

He watched Xie Yan's movements, his eyes slowly widening as if he had seen something terrifying.

To his horror, Xie Yan's shoulder, which had a bloody hole, began to slowly heal.

In the blink of an eye, the blood hole gradually closed up, leaving only a small bloodstain.

“Monster!!”

The barbarian roared and tried to crawl away in terror, but the next second, Xie Yan grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up.

"I'll ask a question, and you'll answer it."

Xie Yan's voice was low and her hand gripping his neck was icy cold, which frightened the barbarian man so much that his body began to tremble violently.

"Yes Yes!"

Tell me about Prince An's current situation.

"I don't know how he is now..."

Noticing Xie Yan's grip tighten, he quickly added, "Although we don't know yet, he led his men to break through our encirclement earlier!"

“We’ve suffered countless casualties, but we just can’t catch him! So we had no choice but to set up ambushes along the way, trying to delay your reinforcements from Dajing…”

The burly barbarian man took several deep breaths before finally managing to finish speaking, albeit haltingly.

"Which direction did it go?"

"North, north..."

Xie Yan listened to him indifferently, then with a sudden burst of strength, the barbarian man died with a shrill scream.

Without pausing, he mounted his horse and galloped northward.

The moonlight shone on him, as if draping him in a layer of cold light.

Xie Yan galloped on, not knowing how far she had gone, until Ma Shaladi gradually became exhausted and slowed down, finally stopping.

His clothes were tattered and torn, with large holes in several vital areas.

Even the blade of the sword in his hand became pitted and uneven.

A ray of morning light shone down; the sky was just beginning to brighten.

A crow cawed hoarsely on the corpse beside the withered tree, abruptly breaking the silence in the morning mist.

Xie Yan rubbed his temples wearily. The night's running around and fighting had left his body feeling unusually exhausted.

They knew perfectly well that the most important thing they should do at that moment was to stop, rest, and wait for reinforcements to arrive.

Can……

Xie Yan closed her eyes and saw that Ma Shala had rested well. Just as she was about to spur the horse, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a dark shadow flying from the horizon.

That was a gyrfalcon that Xie Yan had released to search for Chu Ling's whereabouts.

"Finally home……"

In the morning light, Xie Yan slowly exhaled a long breath.

His gaze was fixed on the gyrfalcon flying rapidly towards him, and the next second, he suddenly perked up.

Because Xie Yan saw that behind the good child, there was another white gyrfalcon.

Before long, Xie Yan found a battlefield under their guidance.

There lay countless corpses of barbarian soldiers, their blood staining the earth red, the limbs of the dead crisscrossing in a horrifying sight.

Xie Yan remained silent as she walked through the battlefield strewn with corpses, her gaze sweeping over each body in an attempt to find Chu Ling's figure.

Until he saw a very familiar light armor being worn on a headless corpse.

Xie Yan stared intently at the light armor and walked over.

His expression finally softened, and even the way he raised his hand became stiffer.

"Chu Ling".

Xie Yan called out softly, her voice dry and hoarse.

But the next second—

"Eh."

A voice he knew all too well came from somewhere, very faint and muffled, but Xie Yan still caught it accurately.

His movements paused, and when he looked up, he saw Chu Ling, covered in blood, crawling out from under a pile of corpses.

He chuckled softly as he climbed, "You still say you don't like me?"

Xie Yan: "..."

For some reason, even though he was covered in wounds, he could still laugh so happily, and even the wound on his shoulder cracked slightly from laughing.

Looking at Chu Ling's smile, Xie Yan's feelings were indescribably complicated.

But one thing he was sure of was that his hands suddenly felt itchy.