CHAPTER 555: CHAPTER 554: ARE YOU HAPPY IN THE DAYS WITHOUT ME?

A dark-armored figure leapt out of the sedan chair, and the vigorous momentum instantly caught the attention of the silver figure. The two intertwined in midair, exchanging hundreds of moves in a mere instant!

"Yan Wanqing, your martial arts have improved considerably in these three years. Have you been happy since the day you left me?" Xiao Pingfeng swung his hand, tearing off her hairpin, and in an instant, three thousand strands of hair scattered in the wind, setting off her half-masked face, which was so beautiful it was startling.

Su Bai didn’t speak, but responded seriously with her own moves, her red lips pursed tight and frost flickering in her peach blossom eyes.

Seeing this, Xiao Pingfeng let out a cold laugh, his hand movements becoming even more fierce.

"You don’t even want to talk to me, fine, fine, fine, I will beat you until you’re willing to speak!"

The black and silver figures continued to clash in the air, the outburst of airflows preventing anyone from getting close...

On the ground, Chu Qi and Song Huaxu stood together, looking up at the sky.

The rain was still falling, but it had lessened considerably. Su Bai’s participation had slightly reversed the situation of the battle, which would otherwise be a certain defeat today!

"She’s no match for Xiao Pingfeng; she will be defeated within five moves," Song Huaxu squinted, as moisture constantly squeezed in from outside the curtains. He reached out to shield his forehead.

Chu Qi frowned upon hearing that Su Bai couldn’t win: "What should we do?" Just as they had gained a little advantage, the lead general was about to be defeated—morale that was so hard to recover was on the brink of collapsing!

Song Huaxu sighed, lowered his hand. Unbeknownst when, he had acquired a whisk in his hand, and as five moves had passed, Su Bai was directly hit by Xiao Pingfeng on the shoulder, her body falling backward. At that moment, Song Huaxu’s toes tapped the ground, and he moved forward, catching Su Bai steadily.

Xiao Pingfeng had intended to capture her but withdrew his hand upon seeing this.

Both landed.

"You’re really lucky to be alive," he said, his dark eyes unable to conceal the murderous intent. "I should have chopped off your head back then to prevent future troubles."

Song Huaxu let out a jolly laugh, letting go of Su Bai and stepping forward, shielding her behind him.

Xiao Pingfeng’s dark eyes deepened at the sight.

"Long time no see, my good disciple," Song Huaxu said with a smile.

Xiao Pingfeng laughed instead of getting angry, his thin lips curving into a handsome arc: "Yan Wanqing, seeking shelter behind the man who killed your father, your father would surely crawl out of Governor’s Office Pass to kill you if he knew."

After speaking, he glanced at Song Huaxu as if he was insignificant, his black eyes fixated on the silver figure behind him.

Yet she remained indifferent.

He then understood what Yan Jing had said.

She had been brainwashed, forgetting everything, even herself. She had forgotten they had a child together, now she was just a killing god.

Seeing this, Song Huaxu said, "My good disciple, now you’re her father’s killer." As soon as the words left his mouth, they saw Su Bai holding a dagger shimmering with cold light, charging directly at Xiao Pingfeng. Her speed was very fast, and with Song Huaxu intentionally blurring the lines, Xiao Pingfeng’s timely discovery still resulted in his arm being stabbed.

But his speed was faster. Using Su Bai’s approach to his advantage, he slashed his hand knife at her neck, holding her waist to prevent her from falling.

As he looked up, he tilted his head at Song Huaxu, the wickedness in his dark eyes bursting forth: "Song Huaxu, your days of reckoning will come later. Just you wait."

Having said this, he flew off with her, returning to his own army in the blink of an eye.

Chu Qi came rushing from behind, but Song Huaxu grabbed him.

"Are you sick!" Chu Qi’s blue eyes blazed with anger: "Song Huaxu, you just stand there and watch? This is war; do you know how much it affects morale when the lead general is snatched from the ranks? How am I supposed to fight the war after this!"

Song Huaxu didn’t let go of his hand: "We can retreat now."

"What else can we do besides retreat?!" Chu Qi ground his teeth, unable to shake off his hand, he started prying his fingers off one by one: "If you don’t explain yourself after we get back, tonight, I’ll use you to rally the troops!"

With that, he stormed off, giving the order for the soldiers to retreat angrily.

Chu Qi had intended to follow Song Huaxu into Penglai, but at this moment he was on the battlefield, where the situation could change in the blink of an eye, and lives were no joke!

They were all his subjects; Chu Qi couldn’t bear to look away indifferently. The moment Su Bai was taken, their morale was greatly diminished. How could they face Dawei’s renewed fierce attack afterward? Listening to Song Huaxu at the outset and not releasing Su Bai had already been a grave loss. Now, to have her taken away under everyone’s gaze just compounded the disaster. What kind of battle was this!

Next time, would Xiao Pingfeng be satisfied only after chopping off his head and hanging it on a spear?!

Song Huaxu, that sanctimonious old Taoist, always dealing in trickery—completely unreliable when it really mattered!

The Chu Army was essentially in a panicked retreat. Dawei took advantage of their disarray to give chase, and after lopping off the heads of two more Chu soldiers, Xiao Pingfeng finally held back, returning to his quarters in high spirits with his soldiers.

The rain also stopped at this time.

Yan Hongzhao observed all of this clearly from atop the mountain.

She stared at the tents of Dawei, her brow furrowed the entire time.

"What are we going to do, boss? The eldest miss has been taken away by Xiao Pingfeng!"

"Mhm, I saw." She saw quite clearly; he had even injured her sister.

Yan Hongzhao pursed her red lips, her red whip winding around her palm, its barbs still wet with rainwater.

"Let’s go back. We must plan carefully for this matter. Xiao Pingfeng’s martial arts are unfathomably deep, even more so than before." She wasn’t even sure she could survive a few exchanges with him.

Dawei was heavily guarded and powerful, and the Emperor who led the campaign himself was an incredibly skilled master lying low.

Complicated, extremely complicated.

If the Chu Kingdom were to be defeated, it was likely that Qin State would be the next Chu Kingdom.

Given Xiao Pingfeng’s vengeful nature, he would probably use the Yan Family taking refuge in Qin State as a pretext for war... What Yan Hongzhao was most worried about was that Xiao Pingfeng no longer had any feelings for her sister; his attack just now showed no mercy!

All that was left in the current Xiao Pingfeng’s heart must be hatred.

But back then, her sister had her own difficulties... Yan Hongzhao was anxious in her heart, whipping the horse and plunging down the mountain.

She needed to consult with her big brother as soon as possible and then report the matter to Qin Wu.

Dawei Camp.

Xiao Pingfeng sat in a chair beside the bed, his dark eyes on the serene beauty with her eyes closed. He reached out and directly removed the bothersome mask, revealing the true face of the beauty.

"Three years have not seen you change at all." She was just as he remembered in his dreams.

His fingers gently stroked her face, like top-quality jade, warm and smooth. He couldn’t help but increase the pressure slightly, turning the tender skin pink, then slowly moved his hand down to her delicate neck, examining the person on the bed closely, his gaze deep.

"If you’re awake, stop pretending to sleep, or would you prefer that I wake you up personally? Hm?" His hand, unyielding, clutched her throat.

Su Bai could not help but seize his arm in both hands, her struggling eyes misted with water more human than her daytime facade.

"Let go, let go!" she rasped out.

Xiao Pingfeng cocked his head, his expression calm, and released his grip.

Su Bai sat up and began to cough violently, as if she would cough out her lungs.

"Weren’t you quite formidable just now? How come you’ve become as fragile as a little girl?" Xiao Pingfeng’s emotionless voice carried over.

Still coughing on the bed, Su Bai’s body suddenly stiffened.