Chapter Thirty-One: The Mysterious Stalker

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  "Haha, this time I'll see how you beastmen die!" Shitou held a letter in his hand, with a joyful smile on his face.

  "General, what's making you so cheerful?" Lin Wenbin asked in harmony when he saw his general's cheerful expression.

  Shi Hu's face wore a mysterious smile as he handed over the letter in his hand to Lin Wenbin, saying, "You'll know when you see it yourself."

  Lin Wenbin's face was filled with doubt as he took the letter, but when he saw the words on it, his face couldn't help but reveal a look of excitement. After finishing reading, Lin Wenbin clenched his fist and exclaimed: "Good, good, this time we can finally breathe a sigh of relief!"

  "Pass down the order, each camp strengthens its defense. As long as we hold out for five days, I'll make the Beastmen's country spit out everything they've swallowed." Shi Hu was filled with confidence at this moment. First, there was the secret weapon secretly provided by Leng Xianyou, and now the Royal Guard had arrived to support them. The outcome of this battle was already decided.

  "Yes, General." Lin Wenbin replied with a joyful expression, and the next moment, he hastily left the military camp to convey the general's order.

  At this moment, seven hundred miles away from the Tiger Valley, Luteba knelt down in front of a tiger-faced man with a king character on his forehead, with a humble and apologetic look.

  "Over 80,000 people, Routeur, you tell me, how could you suffer such a great loss?" Bartlu asked with an angry face. If he hadn't seen that the person in front of him was the emperor's beloved general, if it wasn't for the fact that this general had made countless contributions to the empire, he would have wanted to draw his sword and kill him on the spot.

  "General, this is a dereliction of duty on my part. Please punish me." Luteba did not shift the blame to other reasons.

  Bartol's face was filled with helplessness, and the emperor's beloved general was good at everything except for one thing - he would never learn to let his subordinates take the blame. So he turned to Rutba's deputy officer and asked, "Your general doesn't want to say it, so you, as his deputy, come and explain the reason for this loss."

  "Yes, General." Lieutenant Rutba's deputy heard the question from his general and hastily began to recount in detail from the start of the pursuit at Tiger Gate.

  "What did you say about humans having something explosive? Something with the power of a human energy cannon?" Batulu asked, his face showing shock after hearing the deputy's words.

  "Yes, General, this point can now be proven by all our soldiers."

  After hearing these words, Batreu fell into deep thought. If what the official said was true, then humanity had once again developed a powerful weapon of war. In that case, it seemed likely that this time the young master's plan would come to nothing. What should he do?

  "But General, personally I feel that humans have yet to grasp such a weapon." The deputy officer said in a low voice.

  Bartlett heard the deputy's words and his face slightly changed color. He raised his head and asked: "What do you mean by that?"

  "General, if humans really grasp such a weapon, then at Humen, our army may not necessarily be able to take down Humen smoothly."

  Bartle heard the deputy's words and a sharp light flashed in his eyes: "What do you mean?"

  "General, you said that if we can obtain this kind of weapon from the enemy this time, it wouldn't be a bad thing for our Beastman Nation!" The deputy officer said with a sly smile.

  "Haha, you're right, you're absolutely right." Batru's face broke into a smile as he praised repeatedly.

  "Come on, get ready to set out, target, Tiger Valley." Luteba heard the suggestion of his deputy at this moment, and he was already eager in his heart. He was fantasizing that if he could bring back the new human Ming's weapon this time, how would His Majesty praise himself? Ah! In a burst of excitement, he forgot about the terrifying power of that weapon. Would it be so easy to get?

  "Yes, General."

  Batur led his army of 100,000 beastmen to join forces with the remaining 20,000 elite troops of Lutuo and head towards the Tiger Mountain Valley.

  In the mountains behind Tiger Valley, a figure was slowly practicing an unknown style of boxing. Every time he moved his body, it seemed to blend in with nature. This person was Leng Xiao Yao, and the unknown style of boxing he was practicing was Tai Chi Boxing, which most people on Earth knew how to do.

  This is the recent cold and carefree because it absorbed too much soul power, so I feel that my body is always swelling and can't bear it, but I couldn't find a place to vent. Finally, with a flash of inspiration, I remembered that in my previous life, people in my space said that practicing Tai Chi Fist could cultivate one's nature. Out of boredom, I tried it out, and heh, it really had an unexpected effect. Every time after practicing Tai Chi Fist, I feel like the whole person is comfortable to the extreme, with an indescribable feeling.

  "Hmm..." After finishing a set of Tai Chi punches, he let out a long breath of mixed air, and his entire body emitted an aura that was oppressive to others. A moment later, this oppressive aura vanished without a trace, as if it had never appeared at all.

  Leng Xiao Yao furrowed his brow, his gaze drifting towards a certain spot in the forest, a hint of doubt flickering in his eyes. This feeling had lingered within him since their last separation - could it be that he was mistaken?

  "Come on! You've been following me for so long, aren't you tired?" Leng Xiao said calmly, with a confident expression on his face. In fact, all of this was just an act by Leng Xiao, he wanted to test whether his feelings were accurate or not.

  "Haha, young master is indeed formidable. I hid so deeply, but didn't expect to be discovered by you after all. Shameful, shameful!" An old voice echoed from the forest, a figure slowly emerged from the woods and walked towards Leng Xiao Yao with strides that spanned over ten feet, arriving before him in an instant.

  Leng Xiao Yao's expression changed suddenly as he saw the approaching figure, and in the next moment, Leng Xiao Yao respectfully bowed to the person and said: "Xiao Yao has seen Master Fu."

  It turned out that the person who came was actually Fu Bo, the great butler of the Leng family. At this moment, Fu Bo's heart was also shocked to the extreme. After all, he had been watching Leng Xiao Yao grow up since childhood, and every move of Leng Xiao Yao was under his eyes. In his memory, his own illegitimate son, Young Master Leng, seemed to have never practiced any martial arts or magic, so why did he suddenly appear with a hidden technique? Moreover, he had always been suppressing his body's aura, not even the young sword master Shi Hu could detect his existence, but this young master without any cultivation actually detected him. No, how did his young master make that sword move back then? Fu Bo remembered Leng Xiao Yao's shocking sword strike on the mountain waist vividly, and even with his current cultivation, he didn't have a single bit of confidence to block that sword strike from Leng Xiao Yao.

  "Master Fu, what's wrong?" Leng Xiao Yao couldn't help but ask again as he saw Master Fu's stunned expression. In his heart, he had great respect for this old man who had been dedicated to the Leng family all along. Not to mention Master Fu's astonishing cultivation, just the fact that he had followed his grandfather for decades out of gratitude was enough to make Leng Xiao Yao admire him deeply. Who in this world would silently dedicate decades of hard work to repay a debt of gratitude?

  Fu Bo was brought back to his senses by the words, and with a benevolent smile on his face, he said: "Young Master, I'm fine. It's just that seeing you've achieved something now, this old slave is delighted for Old Master."

  "Fu Bo's condition has worsened. Speaking of which, Xiao Zi still needs to represent the Leng family in thanking Fu Bo for his hard work." Leng Xiao Yao bowed deeply towards Fu Bo once again.

  Fu Bo saw Leng Xiao Yao's action and hastily dodged his bow, saying: "Young Master, absolutely not! You're humiliating me like this."

  "No, Fu Bo, for everything you've done for the Leng family, you're completely worthy of the Leng family's grand gift." Leng Xiao Yao said with a straight face, his expression not showing any artificiality.

  "Good boy, you've grown up." Fu Bo's face was filled with a relieved smile as he praised him. In fact, in his heart, he had always considered himself a member of the Leng family, and people like Leng Xiao Yao had grown up under his care. Fu Bo had long regarded Leng Xiao Yao as his own grandson, and it was because of this emotional connection that he had never left the Leng household. Otherwise, with his abilities, he could have gone anywhere and become a sought-after guest by various factions.

  "Fu Bo, is it Grandpa who told you to come here?"

  "Ah, clever little fellow, how come I never noticed that you were hiding so deeply? Xiao Yao, if it weren't for the Zhao family's affair this time, would you still plan to continue hiding?" Fu Bo said, suddenly changing the subject and asking, because this question was also one that he had been unable to figure out.

  Leng Xiao Yao heard Fu Bo's question, and after a moment of contemplation, he slowly said: "The bird that sticks its head out gets shot. The current situation in the Leng family can't rise too quickly, or else it will be waiting for destruction. I hope Fu Bo continues to help Xiao Yao hide everything here, okay?"

  Fu Bo heard the explanation and was stunned, falling into deep thought. After a moment, he released an overwhelming aura that forced Leng Xiang to retreat several meters before he could catch his breath. His heart racing, Leng Xiang realized that Fu Bo's abilities far exceeded his expectations, and that he had underestimated him. Despite being in a space with poor martial arts skills, Fu Bo was still a formidable opponent who could easily overwhelm him.

  Fubo heard the voice of Leng Xiao's retreat, and only then did he realize that he had lost his composure. He withdrew his own momentum and laughed: "Good kid, I didn't expect you to be so young and yet consider things so thoroughly. It seems that the day of the Cold family's rise is approaching, haha!"

  "Fu Bo has spoken, hoping Fu Bo will continue to help Xiang Yao conceal everything here. What about you, sir?"

  "No problem."

  "Thank you, Uncle Fu."

  Fu Bo's face was filled with a relieved smile as he nodded, this time accepting the generous gift from Leng Xiao Yao. He chuckled and said, "Seeing your achievement, I believe our master will be extremely pleased. This old slave will return to Kyoto first. Here, everything is up to you, be careful, remember, be very careful, don't let yourself get into any trouble, understand?"

  "Yes, I will definitely follow and respect Master Fu's teachings."

  "Someone's coming, I'll leave first." Fu Bo left a sentence behind, then his whole body floated into the air in a state of shock and flew rapidly towards the direction of Tianlong Imperial City.

  "Is this really the cultivation of a Sword Saint?" Cold Xueyang looked at Fu Bo, who had disappeared into the distance with a foolish expression, and was actually able to make people fly in the air like birds. What kind of cultivation would that require?!

  "Xiaoyao, something's wrong, hurry up, General is looking for you." Xiezhi's voice came from afar.