Celestial Refining Divine Scripture Chapter 71

Second General!

Helan Ying!

He’s the one who wants to kill me...

Xu Yang’s expression changed drastically, his thoughts racing a hundred times over in that instant.

Helan Ying appearing here... Right, and that death soldier who was tailing me some time ago!

Damn it!

Xu Yang’s heart trembled; without hesitation, he crushed the Jade Talisman Lv Xiu had given him before leaving.

Once it was crushed, Zhao Mushen and Lv Xiu would immediately rush over.

Whether they could make it in time, Xu Yang could not guarantee.

But at this moment, there was no other way.

The second general of the Barbarian Race’s army—he was an absolute powerhouse.

He was definitely coming prepared!

Wuo Tong had no idea what Xu Yang was thinking right now; instead, he was utterly shocked.

As a soldier serving in the fortress, how could he not recognize the Second General?

Helan Ying was in the war hawk faction, formidable in strength, revered by a multitude of barbarians, and his status was extremely high.

Otherwise, even Tuoba Hongyu wouldn’t find him such a headache.

Obviously an unstable element, yet impossible to readily remove from his post.

If he was killed, it would trigger chaos among the Barbarian Race.

And losing such a formidable figure was something she could never accept.

"This is all a misunderstanding."

"General, what brings you here?"

Wuo Tong glanced at Wuo Hong, then hurriedly bowed to Helan Ying with deep respect.

Helan Ying slowly raised his head, his face chiseled as if carved from stone, his eyes as cold and sharp as blades, a murderous glint flickering within, gaze locking onto Xu Yang.

Xu Yang’s body tensed, as if facing a deadly foe!

Seeing this, Wuo Tong’s heart skipped a beat!

"General, do... do you know Xu Yang?" he asked cautiously.

Helan Ying grinned: "How could I not recognize the seventh son of King Beixuan?"

"What?"

"King Beixuan’s son? General, you’re saying he’s King Beixuan’s son?"

Wuo Tong looked as if struck by lightning, staring at Xu Yang in disbelief.

"Impossible." Wuo Hong was so shocked he forgot his pain and cried out.

"Boy, what do you say?" Helan Ying looked at Xu Yang with amusement.

Xu Yang remained silent.

At this point, there was no use denying or admitting it.

Seeing Xu Yang’s silence, Wuo Tong and Wuo Hong both shivered all over, gasping in shock.

He really is!

"You... you hid your true identity—what’s your motive?" Wuo Tong glared at Xu Yang furiously.

Xu Yang sighed, "No motive. I just couldn’t survive in King Beixuan’s manor and had no choice but to come here."

He didn’t mind letting the world know of his miserable experience in the royal household.

Wuo Tong couldn’t help but laugh angrily; this sounded like a joke!

The son of King Beixuan!

The Barbarian Race’s greatest enemy.

"Boy, you were a hard one to find."

"I never expected that, with your mere Innate Realm cultivation, you’d be able to counter-kill Ao Yong and even escape to hide in Kunwu Division. If not for a coincidence, perhaps we’d still never have found you."

Xu Yang said coldly, "General, you must have found out everything about me by now."

Helan Ying raised his brows slightly.

Xu Yang continued with a cold laugh, "General, you want to reignite the war, but with my identity, if you kill me, Zheng Xuan won’t react at all."

Helan Ying sneered, "That’s not something you need to worry about."

"I’ll personally send your head to King Beixuan’s manor. Even if you and Zheng Xuan, your own father, share no bond, you can’t change the fact that his blood flows in your veins!"

"Even if Zheng Xuan is indifferent, public opinion in Daqian will never let it go quietly; if he doesn’t fight, someone will force him to!"

Hearing this, Xu Yang’s heart quivered.

No wonder he’s the Barbarian Race’s Second General; he could see this deeply into the matter!

Public opinion!

Daqian and the Barbarian Race are sworn enemies, killing each other endlessly.

You hate me, I hate you!

Now that the truce stands, there are those among the barbarians who wish to resume the war; in Daqian, no doubt, there are countless more.

Your son goes to the barbarians as a hostage, only to have his head cut off and thrown back at the king’s manor—what a humiliating disgrace!

You, Zheng Xuan, might be able to endure this, but there are countless in Daqian who cannot!

This isn’t just a provocation to King Beixuan’s manor; it’s a provocation against all of Daqian!

With sufficient agitation, another war could easily ignite!

He had only realized this just now as well.

He was, for a moment, left speechless!

"Wait, General, you can’t kill him!" Wuo Tong suddenly shouted.

Helan Ying furrowed his brow slightly, looking impatiently at Wuo Tong: "If I kill you today, at most I’ll fight Wuo Longyue. He may not be my match!"

Wuo Tong’s face turned deathly pale, his hair standing on end.

But he clenched his teeth and pressed on: "General, Xu Yang is an Alchemist!"

"Sixteen years old. A fourth-rank Alchemist, and every Blood Beast Elixir he makes is a top-grade pill! Killing him would be a tremendous loss for our Barbarian Race."

"Fourth rank?"

Helan Ying’s subordinates erupted, totally losing their composure.

"It’s true!"

Wuo Tong roared, afraid Helan Ying wouldn’t believe him.

Everyone’s face turned dazed.

As the Young Lord of Kunwu Division, how could Wuo Tong lie about this?

Could it be...

Even Helan Ying himself was visibly moved.

He only knew Xu Yang and Zheng Xuan were estranged; as for alchemy, he knew nothing.

Sixteen years old, fourth-rank Alchemist!

With such talent and value, Xu Yang’s potential was simply unimaginable.

To have him crafting pills for the Barbarian Race, if there were a roundtable, ninety-nine percent wouldn’t agree to kill Xu Yang!

Helan Ying stared at Xu Yang, hands clenched tightly, veins bulging, bloodshot eyes—he seemed to be wrestling within himself.

The atmosphere atop the mountain grew suddenly suffocating!

Xu Yang swallowed hard. Time—he needed time for Zhao Mushen to arrive.

Even if Zhao Mushen wasn’t Helan Ying’s match, he could still buy him some time.

To truly stall Helan Ying, they’d need Wuo Longyue to get here!

As for sparing his life just because he’s a fourth-rank Alchemist... Xu Yang had no confidence at all.

Helan Ying had yet to make a decision, but his reaction only made Xu Yang’s anxiety worsen!

The royal clan already made their decisions, yet this guy still very nearly ambushed him in the shadows.

Would being a fourth rank alchemist truly make him change his mind?

Damn it!

Xu Yang gritted his teeth, face unspeakably grim.

He had absolutely no way to fight back.

In front of powerhouses like this, even Yin Realm, Yang Realm are as fragile as ants blown away with a flick.

"Heh heh."

"A sixteen-year-old fourth-rank Alchemist... truly beyond my expectations. Given time, you may even surpass the Pill King!"

"To be honest, I almost let you go."

Let go—of course, meant his intention to kill Xu Yang!

But at these words, everyone’s faces changed dramatically.

Even Helan Ying’s own men could not comprehend it.

Are you really going to kill him?

Killing him won’t necessarily start a war, and a war would cost the Barbarian Race dearly.

But if you don’t kill him, you have a real treasure...

The benefits were obvious.

But despite their doubts, none dared to challenge Helan Ying!

Xu Yang

"General."

Wuo Tong called out again.

Helan Ying swept his sleeve with impatience.

Wuo Tong screeched miserably, sent flying and spitting blood aside.

"A fourth-rank Alchemist this young—killing you will only have a better effect!" Helan Ying’s eyes were vicious, murderous intent surging.

"Wait!"

Xu Yang fixed his eyes on Helan Ying, a mocking smile appearing on his face: "You’re so desperate to reignite the war, but even King Beixuan, the Northern Territory alone, brought your Barbarian Race heavy losses!"

"What exactly is it you want? Start another war, provoke all of Daqian—will there be any future for your Barbarian Race?"

Xu Yang shook his head with a cold laugh: "I even doubt you bear a grudge against your own people!"

"Or is it that you intend to drag the entire Barbarian Race into an endless abyss?"