Chapter 110: A Single Thought!

Ding Xie raised his arm, and Leng Wa dropped straight down.

The sand and dust stirred slightly as Leng Wa landed steadily on both feet.

Further away, Guo Rang, who had woken up, rushed over directly. Seeing that both men and horse were safe and sound, he finally let out a sigh of relief.

“Ancestral Master’s blessing.

Everyone is safe and sound.

That’s truly wonderful.”

Saying this, he faced the Region, pinched his fingers for Pure Yang, and bowed respectfully.

Leng Wa, standing by, pouted.

“Didn’t you, that cowardly wretch, cause trouble?

If My Elder Brother wasn’t so capable, by now, we would have long turned to ash.”

Leng Wa’s words filled Guo Rang with shame.

The man lowered his head, his face flushed.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but had no idea how to begin.

Say he meant well but messed up?

He really couldn’t say it.

If he did, it would be even more humiliating.

He had no face!

Ding Xie, however, said directly—

“What I used wasn’t ‘Enlightenment’.

It was ‘Man and Horse as One’ from the grasslands, later combined with my own learning to create the ‘Beast Taming Art’.”

After speaking, Ding Xie walked towards the flagpole in the center of the Fort.

The explanation was out of gratitude.

A cup of Nine Dragons Heavenly Thunder Drink had saved him a lot of effort.

Leaving aside other things, the completion of the Shenxiao Visualization Method alone was a stroke of luck.

Guo Rang looked up at Ding Xie’s retreating figure, his expression complex.

Ding Xie didn’t have to say anything, and could even resent him.

But he did, and explained in detail.

Clearly, he hadn’t taken the recent incident to heart.

With such magnanimity, how could he enter the Dao by sacrificing others?

Putting himself in Ding Xie’s shoes, Guo Rang, who felt he could not have been so magnanimous, let out a long sigh.

“Brother, noble indeed.”

Saying this, he bowed again.

It wasn’t a Daoist salute, but a Jianghu fist-and-palm salute.

Then, without further questioning about the Beast Taming Art, he turned to instruct the wandering heroes beside him to speed up.

Leng Wa stared at these wandering heroes.

People’s hearts are hidden; what if someone tried to harm his Brother?

The moon set, the sun rose, and a night passed.

Everything was tallied and, as Ding Xie requested, converted into gold ingots.

Each gold ingot weighed ten taels, 312 grams per ingot.

One box held five hundred ingots, and there were two full boxes.

Leng Wa counted three times, and after confirming there were no errors, he used a good horse to drag them, while he led the horse, to the foot of the flagpole.

“Brother, it’s all here.

The price was fair.

It’s a pity most of the horses were startled and sprained their hooves.

Otherwise, there would have been even more.”

Leng Wa’s mouth was full of regret. He pulled out two steamed buns from a basket nearby, breaking one open while looking at the large iron pot next to him.

The soup stewing in the large iron pot was different from the previous meat broth.

This time, it was a whole lamb soup.

The sheep that had been scared to death was put to good use.

Moreover, Ding Xie had specifically instructed that the entire lamb be put into the pot.

Skin, meat, internal organs, lamb head, and lamb face were all stewed together.

Leng Wa twitched his nose, so fragrant that his nose seemed to twist.

“This is sacrificial soup.

I drank it in Jinland.

My mother is from Jinland.”

Saying this, Leng Wa scooped a spoonful of lamb soup to soak his bun, then casually pulled out a lamb rib and handed it to Ding Xie. After that, he rummaged in the basket for garlic, cumin, chili, and chive flowers.

These were all brought by the wandering heroes.

They had already been factored into the previous goods, so it wasn’t taking advantage.

As for eating Ding Xie’s?

That was his Brother.

What’s wrong with eating his Brother’s food?

No one could control him.

“Brother, are you leaving?”

Leng Wa asked, peeling garlic.

“Yes, to Baishi Town, then back to the Region.”

Ding Xie nodded, not concealing anything.

From Ten Mile Slope, following the trade route, it would take five days to reach Baishi Town.

Guo Rang said three days, letting the thirteen provinces know that the nine dragons cup was in his hands, but he wasn’t willing to wait there idly.

Leng Wa’s hand paused.

Then, he placed the peeled garlic in Ding Xie’s hand.

Naturally, Leng Wa’s hand squeezed Ding Xie’s hand.

Very hard.

But immediately released.

“Brother, take care on your journey.”

Leng Wa said.

Deep down, Leng Wa naturally wanted to follow.

But Leng Wa knew that he was just a burden; following his Brother would only cause him trouble.

Though Leng Wa was simple-minded, he understood things clearly.

“Tianbao, there’s something I want to ask of you.”

Ding Xie looked at Leng Wa, his expression solemn.

“Brother, just say it.

You’re My Elder Brother, what’s with the asking for a favor?

Just say the word, and I’ll give you my life.”

Leng Wa immediately stood up, patting his chest.

Ding Xie didn’t speak immediately, but pointed to his feet.

Leng Wa was stunned, scratching his head, a little confused.

“Ten Mile Slope, Dongjia Town!”

Ding Xie’s words were concise and to the point.

This time, Leng Wa understood.

His Brother wanted to give him a livelihood.

Ten Mile Slope was a good place, the cowardly Chen Family was eating well, if he occupied this place, he would instantly become a big shot.

And he could bring his mother over too.

What Shuangqi Town, how could it sound as good as Dongjia Town?

No!

What damn Dongjia Town!

This was “Dingjia Town!”

Leng Wa said with certainty.

“This is Dingjia Town, it’s My Elder Brother’s territory, I’ll guard it for you—whenever you return, I’ll give the town back to you!

I’ll find a scholar to keep good accounts.

Brother, don’t worry.”

Leng Wa said, raising his hand to his forehead, with his index, middle, and ring fingers together, and his thumb pressed against his little finger.

Ding Xie smiled and shook his head, his gaze looking towards the distance.

Guo Rang was approaching quickly.

Leng Wa felt annoyed when he saw Guo Rang coming.

“This wretch, I don’t know what’s wrong with him.

He keeps wanting to take me as his disciple!

It’s so annoying.”

Leng Wa grumbled.

Guo Rang heard it, pretending not to.

Taking a disciple was hard!

In all these years, he had only taken a liking to this one disciple.

His temperament was suitable, his bone structure was one in ten thousand, and his appearance was not bad either.

If he got scolded a few times, then so be it.

He had even slapped his Master back in the day.

“Brother.”

Guo Rang said, handing over the nine dragons cup filled with Nine Dragons Drink.

Ding Xie took it, then immediately handed it to Leng Wa.

“Huh?”

Leng Wa was stunned.

“It’s useless for me, but perfect for you.”

Ding Xie wasn’t lying. When Guo Rang mentioned there was more Nine Dragons Drink, Ding Xie drank another cup, but unfortunately, apart from tasting good, it had no additional effects.

One cup of Nine Dragons Heavenly Thunder Drink had made him immune to all subsequent Nine Dragons Drinks.

Seeing Leng Wa about to shake his head, Ding Xie said directly.

“You’re going to help me guard Dingjia Town.

Shouldn’t I pay you wages?

Here, this is it.

Don’t be sentimental, drink it.”

Leng Wa nodded.

“Alright then!”

Taking the nine dragons cup, Leng Wa drained it in one gulp.

“Eh?

It tastes surprisingly good!”

Leng Wa smacked his lips.

Then, he felt a surge of heat rise, just like when he ate the red fruit before.

Back then, he ran wildly and roared, tearing his clothes.

This time?

He swung his blade!

Drawing the Guanshan Blade from under his arm, Leng Wa imitated Ding Xie’s blade-wielding posture, chopping and slashing repeatedly.

The blade raised wind, and the wind gathered momentum.

Without form, a chaotic ‘Wind-Scattering Slash’.

Guo Rang’s eyes lit up as he watched.

Look, this was his disciple.

Intelligent and talented.

No one taught him, yet he learned after seeing it a few times.

Guo Rang was secretly delighted, but he didn’t forget what he had just heard.

“Brother, is the Ding Collection Town you just mentioned Ten Mile Slope?”

Guo Rang inquired.

“Yes.”

Ding Xie nodded.

Guo Rang was startled and quickly said.

“Brother, you absolutely must not. Ten Mile Slope is still under the jurisdiction of the Pseudo-Dynasty. Baishi Town has a camp of elite soldiers, a full three thousand.

If they knew that the flag here had been changed, they would probably send troops to suppress it!”

Ding Xie, however, smiled.

He said softly—

“The soldiers of Baishi Town are gone.”

>