An Kang widened his eyes, “Master, the Northern Border King was truly injured? Then… then should the disciple go back and call his senior brothers for help?”
Huai Yuan shook his head, his sharp eyes swept across a certain direction, and in a low voice, he said, “An Kang, you go into the courtyard first, I’ll take a look.”
With Master Huayuan taking action, An Kang felt a slight relief. Master Huayuan was highly skilled in martial arts, and with him present, it was unlikely that ordinary people could harm King Beijang or his Queen.
He intended to sneak into the courtyard, but when the Abbot saw his posture, he couldn’t help but smile.
Then he scooped Ankang up and flew over the five-foot-high wall, setting him down in the courtyard before taking off towards where An Xue Tang was running.
Ankang was very excited about Huaiyuan’s light kung fu skills. As he watched his fading back, a burning flame ignited in his heart, and he thought to himself that one day, he would also become as skilled as Master Huaiyuan.
On the other side, Huai Yuan quickly caught up with An Xue Tang. He was very surprised by her ability to find Mo Yun Jing’s location so accurately and her running speed.
Although he knew that the Northern Xinjiang Princess he was familiar with was just a woman who grew up in the countryside, why was her running speed so fast.
And she probably has excellent hearing, otherwise she wouldn’t be able to find Mo Yunjing’s location so accurately.
When An Xuetang rushed over quickly, Mo Yunjing and the two men in black were fighting fiercely.
Although An Xuetang didn’t understand martial arts or their techniques, she could tell that her brother Ajing was having a hard time dealing with the two of them. Both of them were skilled in martial arts, internal strength, and light kung fu.
She pursed her lips, drew the dagger from her waist and was about to rush forward to help Mo Yunjing when Huayuan Abbot appeared just in time.
“Seeing the Abbot of Hua Yuan standing before An Xue Tang, he uttered leisurely, ‘With this monk here, Your Highness need not intervene.'”
After he finished speaking, he flew toward the two men in black and immediately started fighting one of them.
These two men in black were incredibly skilled martial artists. One of them, An Xuetang recognized, was the same person who had tried to steal the portrait of the Empress earlier.
An Xuetang frowned, this person repeatedly wanted to snatch the portrait of Mo Yunjing’s mother. His actions made An Xuetang more and more interested in that portrait.
She was very curious about what secrets were hidden in the portrait, and why this person had to get it.
Or, is there some kind of relationship between this person and Mo Yunjing’s biological mother?
Could the man who wrote the letter to Mu Yunjing’s mother be him?
Thinking this way, An Xuetang narrowed her eyes, her aloof and indifferent gaze fixed on the man in black.
A moment later, she suddenly made a move and rushed toward the man.
Mo Yunjing saw her actions, his brows furrowed, the line of his jaw clenched tightly, “Tangtang, step back.”
He dealt with the troublesome person while muttering something to An Xue Tang.
The man in black cast meaningful glances at both Mo Yunjing and An Xuetang.
Suddenly, the black-clad man jerked back, and Mo Yunjing seized the opportunity to strike him with a palm.
This man was clearly struck by Mo Yunjing and spat out a mouthful of blood, but he still struggled to attack An Xuetang.
Perhaps he had realized the importance of An Xuetang to Mo Yunjing, so he thought that as long as he captured An Xuetang, he could control Mo Yunjing.
But he underestimated An Xuetang’s abilities. Although she had no internal energy or light kung fu, her close-combat skills were formidable.
Just as this person was about to get close to her, An Xue Tang narrowed her eyes. She immediately made a move and started fighting with the black-clothed man.
The man in black was clearly shocked. He hadn’t expected An Xuetang to be skilled in martial arts at all.
Mo Yunjing was very fast. He had already rushed to An Xuetang’s side, protecting her behind him.
The man in black started fighting with Mo Yunjing again, while on the other side, Huai Yuan and the man in black were also engaged in a fierce battle.
“Alms-giving, are you really going to oppose me on this?”
The man in black let out a cold snort. “I’ve never failed to get what I wanted.”
As they fought, An Xue Tang looked at the man in black, then at Mo Yun Jing and the monk. Suddenly, she realized something was amiss.
These two men in black seemed to be dragging the monk and her nephew, Ah Jing. After a moment of contemplation, she suddenly widened her eyes and instinctively patted her forehead!
“Oh no!”
An Xuetang pulled out the last bottle of sulfuric acid from her waist and quickly rushed towards Mo Yunjing, “A-Jing, get out of the way!”
Mò Yún Jǐng leaped and dodged, while An Xuě Táng flung the sulfuric acid from her vial at the cloaked figure.
The man in black dodged quickly, he didn’t know what An Xuetang had sprinkled, but he still avoided the vital spots.
Finally, sulfuric acid splashed onto his arm. The searing pain caused him to cry out involuntarily.
His arm felt as if it had been burned by fire. He instinctively covered his arm, but the moment his hand touched it, his palm was instantly injured too.
Such a lethal thing made him shudder involuntarily, he stepped back unconsciously. His thoughtful eyes stared at the bottle in An Xuetang’s hand.
Mo Yunjing had never seen An Xuetang use such a powerful ‘poison’ before. Even his usually calm eyes were shocked.
At this moment, An Xue Tang saw the surprise on the black-clothed man’s face. She raised the bottle again, and without hesitation, rushed forward, “Since you seem so interested, why don’t you continue to feel it?”
This person, hearing this, wanted to strike An Xuetang and use his internal energy to knock her away, but Mo Yunjing was right there. Naturally, he wasn’t able to get his wish.
Then, Mo Yunjing scooped An Xuetang into his arms. The two dodged the man’s attack and immediately after, Mo Yunjing took the bottle from An Xuetang’s hand.
Seeing this, the man in black was instantly terrified. If Mo Yunjing made a move and splashed this unknown thing on him, he wouldn’t be sure if he could dodge it.
So, when he saw Mo Yunjing pick up the white porcelain bottle, he quickly turned and fled.
An Xuetang quickly pulled on Mo Yunjing, “Ajing, they are stalling for time. I suspect that their people have already mixed into the courtyard of Master Huayuan. They’re trying to create a diversion.”
Mo Yunjing paused, his gaze turning to the direction of Hua Yuan Fangzhang. Hua Yuan knew he had heard An Xuetang’s words as well, and his eyes met Mo Yunjing’s in mid-air. The two men nodded at each other.
Then, Mo Yunjing passed the bottle to An Xuetang, “You help Master Ciyun here, I’ll go back and have a look. Be careful.”
After finishing his words, Mo Yunjing gently stroked her head with a hint of fondness. He had already turned around and swiftly returned using light kung fu, running and flying at the same time.
And at this time, An Xuetang scratched her head, she blinked and looked at the Abbot Huayuan.
He is the Abbot Huayan?
The old man she was talking about?