Chen Ping's Sword

Tan Sihai shouted hoarsely.

Tears streamed down his face, just like when they first met.

That time, tears showed friendliness.

This time, it was out of true fear.

Tan Sihai’s words weren’t finished yet...

A streak of red light, like the setting sun falling in the west, dragged out a long tail of light and hit his head.

That face, full of tears and snot, brimming with affinity, exploded in the next moment... blood splattered everywhere, turning into scattered ashes.

"Little Stool, you see clearly now, Tan Sihai is not as righteous as the heavens, he’s afraid of death, and he’s a coward."

Chen Ping drew his bow again, the second arrow fiercer than the first, directly piercing through Tan Sihai’s head, no longer concerned where the body fell.

He mumbled softly.

Thinking, if only Little Stool had seen the situation sooner, and understood people’s hearts, he might have endured a little longer... learn from his elder brother and wait patiently for rescue.

What a pity.

Messages of Tribulation+10, Fortune+8 flashed through his mind, and Chen Ping’s expression remained calm, without any hint of disturbance.

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From high above, the cry of an eagle echoed.

Chen Ping looked up.

He saw a silver shadow like lightning pass swiftly through the clouds, disappearing from sight.

So fast that he had no time to nock an arrow.

"Good heavens."

"Has even this appeared?"

Chen Ping’s heart was startled.

After practicing Silk Thread Puppetry, his organs strengthened, and his senses were exceptionally heightened, making his vision naturally excellent.

He could basically see in the dark.

What’s more, it was sunny daylight now.

With just a glance, he understood what the silver shadow soaring through the sky truly was.

It was a large eagle with white feathers, black spots, a sharp beak, and jade claws...

Normally, such eagles are called "God of Ten Thousand Eagles" by the people of the grasslands, possessing powerful attack capabilities, flying extremely fast, and hard to hunt. Grassland nobles use all means to acquire one, calling it a "Jade Carving", as a symbol of pride.

This creature is not only a good hunting companion but also indispensable on the battlefield, adept at pursuing enemies, and transmitting messages.

Chen Ping originally didn’t recognize it, but in his past life, he had watched some documentaries that depicted the Hai Dongqing species and its appearance clearly.

Upon seeing this eagle, he immediately realized that hiding was no longer an option.

From this moment, he undoubtedly turned into a "rabbit" running in the mountains and forests.

Not only was there an eagle in the sky, but also dogs on the ground...

The real trouble had begun.

"Is that eagle really powerful?"

Hua Lian’er, sensitive as ever, sensed the fluctuation in Chen Ping’s emotions.

She followed his gaze and looked up at the sky, puzzled.

Thinking, isn’t it just a bird?

Seventh Brother has become so strong now.

Even Dong Jinzhong and Tan Sihai, two grandmasters who once forced them to flee overnight, couldn’t withstand more than two moves in front of Seventh Brother.

What is there to worry about with a mere bird?

"It’s not about its power; it won’t be fighting me."

Chen Ping didn’t know how to explain the agility and trouble of the Grassland Divine Eagle to a lady from the Central Plains Region, he simply smiled and said: "Just understand this one point, if we don’t shake off its surveillance, even if we escape hundreds or thousands of miles, it’ll be useless.

Afterward, a countless number of enemies will be driven by the Hu People, waves upon waves to entangle us... even if unkillable, they’ll drive us mad."

"Are you saying this bird is the Hu People’s eyes and ears?"

Hua Lian’er truly understood now.

If the eagle had good eyesight and was smart enough, as long as it lingered in the sky, the two of them could run anywhere with no effect.

Once exposed, they would be in the open, while the enemy in the dark...

The opponent could leisurely mobilize troops.

Either way, it was a certain defeat.

"To escape alive, we must first devise a plan to take down this bird."

"Exactly."

Chen Ping nodded.

Now wasn’t the time to study how to kill a bird.

If nothing unexpected happened.

The enemy’s grandmasters would soon swarm in.

Hiding in the city was undoubtedly waiting for death.

He could only leave the city, heading north.

The disadvantage was that the enemy would consolidate dispersed forces, gather troops, send information, block front and rear...

But there were certainly advantages too.

At least, Little Table hiding in the city would be much safer.

Now that he and Hua Lian’er had been revealed, no one would be mad enough to trouble a mere scholar with no strength.

’The path ahead is uncertain, it all depends on whose skills are superior.’

Chen Ping thought of the martial techniques and cultivation techniques he carried which hadn’t reached their peak, his eyes flashed with a cold glint.

"What doesn’t kill me makes me stronger."

Carrying Hua Lian’er was like carrying a feather, feeling no burden at all.

With swift steps, he utilized Seven Stars Step, wrapped in layers of breeze, rushing towards the North City Gate.

Time was of the essence.

Pursuers came swiftly behind, the eagle soared above...

Staying longer meant greater danger.

"Halt!"

The City Guard at the North City Gate was indeed diligent, even without seeing who approached, he was already on high alert.

Setting up strong crossbows, raising long spears, forming squads, ready to string and shoot.

They likely received early reports, the four gates sealed.

If encountering suspicious persons, cut them down without hesitation.

Nonetheless, fortunately, here in the North City, the City Guard clearly didn’t treat it as a full-blown war...

Merely leaving the city gate ajar, without even pulling up the drawbridge.

Thinking mere shouts and arrows would force people back.