Otherworld Advance Team
Chapter 1851 - 1844: Separation

Chapter 1851: Chapter 1844: Separation

Upon hearing her words, Bailong An was crestfallen and lowered his head in despair, disregarding the sharp blade. After a long silence, he sighed deeply and slowly said, "Disperse, let her go..."

"Your Majesty, you absolutely mustn’t!" He Yuling vehemently dissuaded.

"Don’t you see the knife at my throat? Do you want to watch as my own daughter kills me?" Bailong An glared at him and asked.

He Yuling was momentarily speechless, looked around with difficulty, and helplessly gestured to the guards to disperse.

"Can you let me go now?" Bailong An asked imploringly.

"Do you really want to let me go?"

Feng seemed somewhat doubtful of him.

"Of course, I guarantee in Emperor Wu’s name, you can leave, and nobody will stop you."

"What if you go back on your word?"

"After all, I am your father..."

"Humph..."

Feng snorted coldly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

After hesitating for a moment, she withdrew her long knife, pushed forward with her left hand, and Bailong An staggered a few steps forward. He Yuling and the guards immediately rushed forward to support him.

"Seize her!" After ensuring Emperor Wu’s safety, He Yuling waved his hand and pointed at Feng, ordering loudly.

"You are going back on your word?"

Feng’s eyes widened, filled with murderous intent, and her voice turned agitated.

"Apologies, Princess, but you cannot leave!" He Yuling said with a cold smile.

"Wait..."

Just as Feng was ready to fight for her life, Bailong An suddenly intervened and stopped them. Then he looked around and said to He Yuling, "Let her go."

"Your Majesty!" He Yuling exclaimed in shock.

"I’ll say it again, let her go, do not obstruct her."

Bailong An repeated.

"This..."

"What, are you not listening to me anymore? Who is the Emperor Wu here, you or me?" Bailong An’s face darkened, and he asked coldly.

The surrounding guards exchanged glances; ultimately, Emperor Wu’s words held more weight than He Yuling’s. Realizing Bailong An’s mood, the guards reluctantly withdrew their weapons and retreated.

"Go ahead, you’re free. Leave the Capital City, go anywhere you wish," Bailong An said as he turned back to Feng.

"Humph!"

Feng didn’t express gratitude, only snorted coldly, then lifted her knife and strode toward the hall’s entrance.

As she passed by Bailong An, he shuddered inside and instinctively asked, "Can we... can we meet again?"

"No!"

Feng paused for a moment, and the reply she gave left Bailong An heartbreakingly devastated.

"Is, is that so, then... take care..."

Bailong An’s body trembled slightly, overwhelmed with emotion, and he whined and replied with a bitter smile.

"...Take care"

Feng hesitated for a while, then softly said a word before decisively leaving, passing through the hall entrance and disappearing from everyone’s sight.

"Your Majesty, why did you just let her leave?" He Yuling asked, puzzled.

"Sob..."

Bailong An said nothing, seeming suddenly ten years older, as if burdened by anguish. After Feng’s figure completely vanished, he sat kneeling in place, his head hung in sorrow.

Seeing Bailong An in such a state, although He Yuling was filled with doubts, he ultimately pursed his lips and did not speak further.

After a moment of silence, he turned and walked to the entrance of the hall, summoned a guard, and instructed softly, "Find two swift men to follow her; don’t lose track of her."

"Understood!"

The guard immediately accepted the task and left.

Elsewhere.

Luo’er and his group traveled by carriage leaving Shengyuan Qilan. After a day’s journey, the group left the Capital area and arrived at the territory of Yin State.

At this time, Yin State had lost its prominent families, and the entire region had become chaotic and dangerous, with various bandits running rampant. Burnt fields and houses, along with scattered corpses, were visible everywhere on the roads.

The Wen Family’s Imperial Court pursued a policy of population movement, aiming to undermine the interests of the aristocratic families, preventing them from controlling more people.

But this policy also had downsides; once chaos broke out, these displaced people turned into bandits, looting during the unrest.

Upon stepping into Yin State territory, Yichuan Ying, who had been silently mourning, suddenly drew aside the curtain to look outside and then asked the carriage to stop, performing an action that surprised everyone.

She jumped off the carriage, bowed to the astonished Advance Team, and calmly said, "Please take good care of my cousin. I’m getting off here."

"Yichuan Ying, what do you intend to do in this turmoil?" Cheng Ziang asked in shock.

"I don’t want to run away anymore. I am a child of the Yichuan Clan, and it is my duty to fight for the Yichuan Clan," Yichuan Ying said.

"Stop it, you are just a woman, not a cultivator. The Yichuan Clan is being hunted throughout Kyushu; staying here is dangerous. It’s better to leave with us, at least wait until Hua State to disembark." Cheng Ziang’s suggestion was reasonable, as he knew if the Advance Team intervened, the great family patriarch Huayu Ting in Hua State would not trouble Yichuan Ying.

Upon hearing his suggestion, Yichuan Ying laughed sadly, her eyes gradually reddening: "I witnessed my father’s and brother’s deaths in West Outer Heaven, came to Yin State, and then saw the fall of my clan..."

"I have been evading, fleeing from West Outer Heaven to Yin State, and now escaping with you from Yin State to somewhere else... I don’t want to run away anymore because that only makes me feel incompetent, powerless, unable to do anything, unable to achieve anything..."

"So you all go, I am staying to avenge the Yichuan Clan. If the Yichuan Clan ceases to exist, I will rebuild it, piece by piece, starting anew. I will not run away anymore; the blood of the Yichuan Clan flows in my veins. I must continue this lineage, the Yichuan Clan must not perish like this..."

"As for my cousin, please take good care of him. If I fail, he is the hope of the Yichuan Clan. I’m sorry I cannot care for him; in the face of the hatred of a fallen clan, I won’t remain passive."

"I’m not trying to mock you, but... with your current abilities, what can you do?" Cheng Ziang asked in confusion.

"I can do many things, even though I am incompetent now, but... but... I know if I leave Kyushu, I may never have a chance to return. I don’t want that; I am human, I know anger, and I remember hatred. I have lost everything; I must reclaim everything. Too much has passed me by, I cannot and will not miss it anymore!" Yichuan Ying exclaimed passionately.

Cheng Ziang opened his mouth wide but couldn’t speak, as he didn’t know how to continue persuading her. It was clear that Yichuan Ying had resolved to face death.

At this moment, Luo’er stepped out of the carriage and sat outside. In his arms, he held Yichuan Yu, his cousin, who watched wide-eyed with innocence.

Upon seeing her young cousin, Yichuan Ying’s emotions collapsed, and she could not help but shut her eyes and weep tearfully.

"Have you made up your mind, entrusting him to us, and then seeking revenge yourself?" Luo’er asked as he comforted Yichuan Yu, looking up towards Yichuan Ying.

"Please, Master, take good care of him..." Yichuan Ying wiped her tears and knelt, sobbing with downcast head.

"Alas..." Luo’er sighed deeply, gently shook his head, and said, "I understand, go with peace of mind."

"Luo’er!"

Cheng Ziang turned around and let out a surprised exclamation.

"You can’t stop her," Luo’er said indifferently, "At Liangyu Mansion, I already saw her intentions; she had plans since then, yes?"

"I can no longer evade..." Yichuan Ying said through her tears.

"But, what can she do..." Cheng Ziang looked at Yichuan Ying and murmured with a sense of loss.

"Once determined, there are always more solutions than difficulties," Luo’er said.

"I will take good care of him as if he were my own," Luo’er continued, "But I will also tell him the whole truth. His choices will be entirely his own, is that alright?"

"Thank you, Master, for granting me this..."

Yichuan Ying lowered her body and bowed deeply.

Cheng Ziang seemed to finally accept the fact and let out a deep sigh.

He walked straight to Yichuan Ying, slowly helped her stand up, and then drew a sheathed dagger from his waist and placed it in her hand.