With her words spoken, she rose and flicked her fingers, creating an incredibly sturdy barrier that enveloped the flowerbed, separating the woman lying within from the outside world.
The barrier set, she took out several talismans and affixed them to its surface.
As the color of these talismans deepened, the barrier began to emit a strong red glow.
Before leaving, Wu Zhiruo had wished for her to be taken to a quiet place, far from the clamor.
This location was precisely that.
Upon arrival, she had placed an Ice Jade Stone into Wu Zhiruo's mouth, which would preserve her remains from decay for a long time.
The sun began to set, painting the sky in hues of red.
Gu Qianying, shouldering the prepared satchel, whistled towards a nearby spot. A white horse galloped towards her.
Upon reaching her, she nimbly mounted the horse.
Holding the reins, she glanced back at the woman within the barrier.
"Wait for me!"
She turned, the horse galloping away, her figure gradually disappearing into the distance.
Nangong Mo, Du Chun, Nangong Li, and Meng Yi were surrounded by numerous guards clad in fine silk robes.
The four were blocked by a woman who spoke obscenities, possessed a seductive appearance, and carried herself with an alluring demeanor.
This woman was named Wu Yangfeng, the daughter of a former elder of the Wu Yang clan, and the eldest daughter of the Wu Yang clan.
"Look at this exquisitely beautiful young man, he doesn't seem like an ordinary person. He is quite suited for this young lady. Young master, would you be willing to marry this young lady?"
Wu Yangfeng pointed her long sword at Nangong Mo.
She sat atop her steed, exuding an arrogant air.
Nangong Mo's expression was cold, showing clear displeasure.
Without even sparing Wu Yangfeng a glance, he turned his gaze back to Du Chun and the others, commanding, "There's a pig blocking our path. What are your thoughts on this?"
"Pfft!"
The Sixth Prince, Nangong Li, chuckled unreservedly.
He fanned himself with his folding fan, assessing the woman before him. With a roguish grin, he said, "This wild boar, ignorant of its own limitations, deserves to be killed!"
Beside him, Du Chun's lips twitched, and he responded, "Indeed, it deserves to be killed."
Wu Yangfeng, seated on her horse, turned green with anger. "You... you... how dare you insult this young lady... you..."
"Whoosh!"
Three sharp arrows suddenly flew from the opposite side.
One arrow grazed the hairpin adorning Wu Yangfeng's hair and, following her strands, flew directly towards Nangong Mo.
The other two were shot towards Du Chun and Nangong Li.
The three turned and acted simultaneously.
Nangong Mo, without revealing his spiritual power, raised his hand and snapped the arrow aimed at him.
Du Chun did the same.
The Sixth Prince, Nangong Li, used his folding fan to deflect the arrow shot at him.
Meng Yi, following behind the trio, tightened his grip on his saber at this moment.
He glared fiercely at the ill-intentioned individuals surrounding them.
"My most beloved younger sister cannot be insulted by you lily-livered cowards!"
The sound of hooves approached from afar.
A burly man, his upper body clad in tiger skin and his skin the color of wheat, rode slowly towards them.
He had thick eyebrows, large eyes, and a long, scraggly beard, his gaze ferocious.
Carrying a bow and arrows on his back, he rode with his chin raised, an air of superiority about him.
This man was Wu Yanghao, Wu Yangfeng's elder brother, the most brutal man in the Wu Yang clan.
He was known to eat raw meat and drink fresh blood.
Tightening the reins, the Wu guards automatically parted, allowing him to reach Nangong Mo and the other two.
Wu Yanghao wiped the traces of deer blood from the corner of his mouth with his fingertip.
He glanced at the three who had managed to evade his arrows.
He spoke rudely, his voice gruff, "Damn it, you three pretty boys, to think you could dodge my arrows. It seems you've trained. It's a pity you're ungrateful. Not only did you insult my most beloved sister, but I've heard you were permitted by that old bastard Tianji Wu Elder, carrying his token, to come to Wu Yin Mountain to seize the Demonic Token, hahaha..."
He dismounted his bow and arrow, pointing the empty bow at Nangong Mo. "However... with just you few pretty boys, you're far too overconfident!"
"Bang!"
The empty shot made a sound.
Wu Yanghao placed it back at his side. "Clearly, the one who wants this Demonic Token the most is that old bastard Tianji Wu Elder, yet he sent you little soldiers and generals. I truly don't know what this old bastard intends. Perhaps he fears exposing his greedy, ugly face, and thus acts like a 'thief shouting stop thief'."
"This way, he can maintain his noble image, and also use you few pretty boys as his scouts. This is a win-win situation, only that old bastard could orchestrate it so flawlessly. Heh! You fools, do you realize you've become someone else's pawn?"
Wu Yanghao sneered mockingly.
Hearing his words, Nangong Mo and Du Chun frowned and exchanged glances.
Nangong Li looked at Wu Yanghao in confusion, "What do you mean by that?"
"Hahaha... it seems you three pretty boys have indeed been deceived by that old bastard Tianji Wu Elder, hahaha, interesting, interesting..."
Wu Yanghao's words held hidden meanings.
At this moment, Wu Yangfeng looked at Wu Yanghao. "Brother, why speak so much with them? What does it matter to us if they live or die? Brother, I want him! As for the others, leave them to you, kill them all!"
Wu Yangfeng pointed at Nangong Mo alone, cooing to Wu Yanghao.
Wu Yangfeng readily agreed, "Alright, sister, your brother will leave the most handsome one and kill the rest!"
His ferocious gaze gleamed with bloodlust.
Wu Yanghao again reached for his bow and arrow. However, just as he drew the bowstring... a white shadow moved swiftly, arriving beneath Wu Yanghao and thrusting a finger into the eyes of the horse he was riding.
"Hiss..."
The horse neighed, its front hooves rearing.
Wu Yanghao, caught off guard, was thrown from his horse.
The moment he hit the ground, a dagger was pressed against his neck.
He looked up and met the eyes of the person before him.
A lock of white hair behind the person fluttered gently in the wind.
"Brother!"
Wu Yangfeng cried out in alarm and quickly jumped off her horse.
"Let go of my brother!"
The Wu guards she had brought out their hidden weapons, but because Wu Yanghao was being held hostage, they dared not act rashly.
The blinded horse continued to spin wildly in place.
As it was about to injure Nangong Li and Meng Yi, Nangong Mo flicked his sleeve.
The horse softly collapsed on the spot.
"Oh, you really have some skill. It seems I can't call you pretty boys anymore, huh!"
Despite Du Chun holding a dagger to his neck, Wu Yanghao showed no fear.
On the contrary, a desire to conquer, as if encountering a formidable opponent, emerged from his eyes.
However... just then, the sound of hooves echoed again.
A streak of red followed close behind...