Chapter 8: The Flies Seeking Death

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As he was taking a selfie, an aide rushed over, leaned close to Zuo Lixing's ear, and whispered a few words. Zuo Lixing's expression immediately changed dramatically, "Son of a dog, has he really turned the tables? He truly does not regard me, the commander, as anything. Someone..." Just as the words left his mouth, he suddenly stopped, and in the blink of an eye, he had already formed a plan.

Min Ruoxi picked up the freshly brewed hot tea from the maid, lightly flicked her pinky finger, sending the foam flying into the air, and gently took a sip. "Old Gu, rest assured, if you can think of it, can’t General Zuo think of it too? He will make arrangements, and there won’t be any major issues." Old Gu, rest assured, if you can think of it, can’t General Zuo think of it too? He will make arrangements, and there won’t be any major issues. That Qin Feng is indeed quite intriguing. Although Yang Zhi's skills are not fully developed, he is not someone to be easily dealt with. The fact that this person could catch Yang Zhi's flying sword with bare hands is truly unexpected. Old Gu, did you notice that after the short sword was caught by Qin Feng, it instantly lost its connection with Yang Zhi? This means that at that moment, Qin Feng had already severed all ties between the sword and its wielder, and he did so without making a sound. The internal skills that Qin Feng practices are rather peculiar!

Guo Jiuling stood up abruptly and said, "Your Highness, this is not acceptable. In today's central military tent, the strength displayed by Qin Feng is absolutely beyond what Yang Zhi can handle. Yang Zhi's swordsmanship is merely a superficial display. Although, given his age, it is commendable that he can wield a sword to attack enemies within a radius of about ten feet, he is no match for someone like Qin Feng, who is a seasoned fighter on the battlefield."

Your Highness, that Qin Feng is a captain of the Death-Seeking Battalion. The people in this battalion cannot be judged by common standards. It is understandable for Your Highness to want to teach Yang Zhi a lesson, but we must not let these madmen from the Death-Seeking Battalion take action. If things go awry, it could cost Yang Zhi his life.

If the commander were to send himself to the death camp to retrieve something, should he immediately feign a sudden illness in the main tent? Upon hearing this, he could collapse to the ground, convulsing and foaming at the mouth, unable to help it, as the symptoms of sheep madness would take hold. The commander surely could not force himself to go, could he? If he were to go to the death camp to drink with them, at most he would be carried back, but if he were to ask them for the food they had consumed, the outcome would definitely be crawling back.

"Not at all, not at all," Min Ruoxi covered her mouth and chuckled softly, "He must be going to reclaim his honor."

When Zuo Lixing heard Yang Zhi's request to seek out Qin Feng for a sparring session, he was immediately put in a difficult position. In front of Zuo Lixing, Yang Zhi was not as deferential as he was before Princess Zhao Hua, Min Ruoxi; instead, he straightforwardly articulated his demands. Moreover, it was an assertion that left no room for doubt. In his view, informing Zuo Lixing before taking action was already a considerable show of respect towards him.

"Regain the venue?" Guo Jiuling was taken aback

Sparring? Go to hell. Just looking at Yang Zhi's gritted teeth, it is clear that he wants to beat Qin Feng to a pulp to vent his anger. The problem is, it might be possible against someone else, but facing Qin Feng, it will only be Yang Zhi who ends up being beaten to a pulp. If it were just that, it would be fine, but the key concern is that if Qin Feng gets too aggressive and seriously injures Yang Zhi, it would be disastrous.

"Old Guo, can you guess what our Young Master Yang is taking a day off for?" Min Ruoxie asked, suppressing a laugh.

Although Zuo Lihang commands the western border troops and is a regional leader, he is still not enough in the presence of the esteemed Left Prime Minister. The Great Chu has hundreds of thousands of armored troops, and Zuo Lihang is merely one among several dozen senior generals. In contrast, the Left Prime Minister holds the national administrative power and is the foremost figure beneath the emperor

Min Ruoxi sighed regretfully, "What Old Guo said is true; for the sake of long-term considerations, I can only pretend to be deaf and mute."

Hearing Guo Jiuling's words, Min Ruoxi felt a surge of interest in her heart. "Old Guo, why don't we go and take a look at the commotion? Let's see how their battle unfolds. It would be quite delightful to watch that peacock get thoroughly beaten, wouldn't it? In the capital, no one dares to treat Young Master Yang this way," she said, laughing lightly as she spoke.

"Why do people say that those in the death squad are all mad?" Min Ruoxi, being unfamiliar with the military and unaware of the origins of this death squad in the western border troops, couldn't help but feel puzzled upon hearing Guo Jiuling's words

Yang Zhi is like an annoying fellow who constantly buzzes in your ear, yet you cannot swat him away. This person is completely unaware of this fact, always self-righteously flaunting what he considers to be admirable qualities in front of you, utterly disregarding or perhaps completely oblivious to the disdain others feel towards him. In his subconscious, he believes that a young, handsome, wealthy, and capable man like himself is precisely the object of affection for young women experiencing their first stirrings of love.

"It is not necessarily the case. Today, that Qin Feng caught Yang Zhi's flying sword; I think it was mostly a surprise. In a real fight, it is truly uncertain who would emerge victorious!" Min Ruoxie, however, appeared unfazed.

Let Changsheng Camp stay put honestly; I will make up for any shortfall later. Additionally, go and summon Zhang Xiaozheng for me.

Guo Jiuling shrugged and said, "The subjects have grown old and cannot fathom the thoughts of the young. It seems that Yang Zhi is either not in the Wanjian Sect or within the capital, having rarely experienced the majestic and desolate scenery beyond this border. He must be going to explore it."

At this moment, Guo Jiuling had already calmed down, realizing that his concern was causing him to be flustered. Just as Her Highness the Princess said, if he could think of it, how could someone as meticulous as Zuo Lixing not consider it? Yang Zhi would only suffer some hardships, and there would be no danger to his life. After listening to Min Ruoxi's words, he nodded and said: "Your Highness, the military has always been a place where hidden talents abound. That Qin Feng has been able to stay in the Death-Defying Camp for six years, which shows he possesses extraordinary abilities. Although it is difficult to discern what internal skill he practices, the way he can so dominantly sever the connection between a person and their sword indicates that he must be on the path of raw power. This Qin Feng, though young, has already begun to temper his raw power into a more restrained form, which is quite rare. Given time, it is possible that our Great Chu will gain another fierce general."

Your Highness, this death squad is nothing but a den of filth, filled with individuals who are all heinous criminals, from the officers to the soldiers. The establishment of the death squad by the western border army is merely a means to exploit the remaining value of these people. In every battle, the casualties in this squad exceed seventy to eighty percent, and after a single engagement, the death squad is nearly annihilated. Therefore, the soldiers in this squad are all ruthless and merciless, fierce against the enemy and equally brutal towards their own, showing no regard for laws or military discipline. That Qin Feng has been in the death squad for six years; just think about it, what kind of person could possibly keep such a group of villains in check? He certainly does not care who the opponent is. Guo Songling urged, "Your Highness, Yang Zhi is after all the son of Minister Yang. If anything were to go wrong, it would be difficult to explain! If Yang Zhi were to die and the * map * and * book * were to fall into the death squad, it would be extremely detrimental to the Second Prince."

The adjutant who just came in informed Zuo Lihang that the vice corporal of the Death Corps, known as Scissors, has forcibly taken away half of the supplies allocated to the Changsheng Battalion. Now, the Changsheng Battalion is in an uproar and is planning to confront the Death Corps to settle the score

However, if a different person were to commit such an act, even if they were not executed, they would undoubtedly be bedridden for three months, unable to get up. Let alone the nonsense about strict military discipline; it would certainly have consequences for someone.

Your Highness! Guo Jiuling was both angry and amused, "In the future, Qin Feng may become a fierce general for our Great Chu, and Yang Zhi, barring any unforeseen circumstances, will also occupy an important position within Great Chu. Such matters, if we do not observe, still leave room for future changes. However, if we were to appear on the scene and witness everything with our own eyes, it would become a great enmity for them. A private vendetta would turn into a public confrontation, which no one can afford to lose, especially someone like Yang Zhi, who cannot afford to lose at all. Therefore, it is better not to watch." Therefore, it is better not to watch.

Today in the central military tent, what was the name of that last arriving lieutenant? Oh right, it was Qin Feng. He lost a great deal of face, and with Yang Zhi's temperament, he certainly cannot swallow this humiliation. He must be going to confront Qin Feng again, wanting to show him the swordsmanship of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect!

The wild dog is mad, the scissor shadow is ominous, and the monk is fierce; none of the three are easy to deal with. As for Old Qin, well, even if it means dying, I would never confront him.

Zuo Lixing felt a slight toothache. With his cultivation level, he could roughly discern Yang Zhi's capabilities as soon as he made a move in the central military tent today. With such skills, to engage in combat with the foremost fierce general of the western border troops would be akin to seeking one's own death. The Sword Control Technique of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect is indeed a highly profound and powerful skill, but it also depends on who wields it. If one's power is insufficient and one recklessly employs this technique, it is no different from courting death. Who understands Qin Feng's temperament better than Zuo Lixing? This person, when driven mad, would dare to overturn his own major case; would he care who you, Yang Zhi, are?

Guo Jiuling was truly anxious at this moment. With Min Ruoxi's abilities, it was clear that she could see the disparity in the true levels of these two individuals. However, since Her Highness the Princess said so, it was evident that she was extremely disgusted with Yang Zhi. She hoped that Qin Feng would take the opportunity to teach Yang Zhi a severe lesson, preferably to the extent that he could never get back up, and thus send him back to the capital to recuperate, so as to avoid his annoying presence.

Zhang Xiaozheng, feeling somewhat apprehensive, walked into Zuo Lixing's large tent. He learned from the adjutant that the Death Squad had just accomplished a significant feat, seizing half of the supplies allocated to the Changsheng Battalion. At this moment, the commander summoned him, which could only mean trouble. Having come from the Death Squad, was the commander intending to send him to retrieve the supplies? He was all too aware of the Death Squad's style; trying to make them regurgitate what they had consumed was akin to pulling teeth from a tiger's mouth. Despite the commander's usual demeanor towards Qin Feng, which suggested he was ready to kill him at any moment, deep down, the commander actually held a fondness for him. After all, which commander wouldn't appreciate a general like Qin Feng? He achieved victories where others failed, capturing strategic points that others could not. Therefore, no matter what blunders Qin Feng made, the commander would always elevate him and then gently set him down. The last time he had overturned the commander's table, he had only received twenty lashes. The sound of the blows left the other generals speechless, as the commander's adjutant was openly cheating; the stick was raised high and struck loudly, yet when it landed on his backside, it truly amounted to nothing.