Da Xuan Martial Saint

Subsequently,

Chen Mu extended his right hand, and a stream of warm water flowed into the mouth of the little girl, allowing her to drink it slowly. The pale, almost lifeless face of the girl finally gained a hint of color.

In reality, having stayed in that damp and cold place at the bottom of the well for half a day, even if she had been immediately taken to a healer, she would have been seriously ill. However, Chen Mu had transcended the ordinary and was no longer a common man. He dispelled the external cold and even infused a wisp of Inner Breath into the girl's body to regulate the coldness soaking her bones.

Just like that.

It wasn't long before the little girl gradually woke up in Chen Mu's arms.

Contrary to what Chen Mu had expected, the little girl slowly opened her eyes with difficulty. After a brief moment of confusion, her dark eyes did not show any panic or fear, but instead, she stared unwaveringly at him.

He thought the tragedy of the settlement had also traumatized her mind, but Chen Mu soon noticed that there was still a sparkle in her eyes, not completely dull. Stay tuned for updates on My Virtual Library Empire

"You are awake."

Chen Mu said in an even tone.

"... "

The little girl continued to gaze blankly at him.

"Do you remember what happened?"

Chen Mu gently asked.

The little girl looked at Chen Mu more intently, and finally spoke with a very frail voice, "Bad people came to the village, Daddy put me in the well... Was it you, brother, who saved me?"

"Yes."

Chen Mu looked into the little girl's eyes, somewhat surprised, because he saw a trace of sorrow in her black pupils. Although she was only about five or six years old, she seemed to understand everything already.

The little girl fell silent briefly, then softly said:

"Thank you, brother."

She then slightly lifted her head in Chen Mu's arms, glancing around, only to see that they were already far outside the settlement. After a pause, she quietly said, "Are Daddy and the others already..."

Chen Mu looked at the little girl, shook his head slightly, and dismissed the idea of fabricating a lie, saying, "No one else survived except you."

The girl in his arms, although only five or six years old, seemed more mature than Wang Ni had at ten. Although she was questioning him, the sorrow in her big black eyes seemed to comprehend everything.

Chen Mu sighed softly in his heart.

Then, he cast his gaze into the distance, squinted his eyes slightly, discerned a direction, and took a step forward. His body silently swept across several dozen feet and kept on moving forward steadily.

The little girl curled up in his arms, her head hanging low, seemingly trying very hard not to let the tears fall. After a while, when she lifted her head again, she saw the scenery changing rapidly in the field of view, as if moving forward at an unbelievably fast pace, yet she felt no cold wind against her face, which left her somewhat stunned.

She had heard from her father that there were people in the world whose martial arts were so powerful that they ran like tigers and wolves, as fast as lightning. But even the experts her father described couldn't match the speed she felt now in Chen Mu's arms, with everything nearby changing so quickly it was almost unclear, only distant mountains were visible.

"Brother, where are we going?"

After a while, she couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

Chen Mu gently stroked her little head and said in a very gentle tone:

"To kill some people."

He didn't like killing, he never did.

But sometimes, the turmoil in his heart could only be quelled with blood.

Although this trip to Han Prefecture was just for reconnaissance and should not cause too much disturbance, Han Prefecture was so chaotic that killing a few people wouldn't count for much.

It wasn't to avenge the little girl in his arms, nor was it to avenge the commoners who had died tragically in the settlement; he was doing it for his own peace of mind, to calm his own emotions.

With each step, he crossed several tens to almost a hundred feet; his speed was ghost-like, yet his steps caused no disturbance, no whistling of the winds around him, as if the wind by his side didn't exist at all.

The little girl only looked a few more times at the changing scenery nearby, felt slightly dizzy in her mind, and couldn't help but turn her gaze back and rest her head against Chen Mu's chest. She knew this stranger who had saved her must be even more amazing than those legendary martial artists her father spoke of.

After the dizziness eased a bit, she lifted her head again and looked at Chen Mu's side profile, momentarily transfixed.

Although Chen Mu seemed younger than her father and his body didn't appear as burly, being close to him, she could only feel a kind of strength she couldn't understand.

Just like that.

She didn't know how much time had passed.

The little girl finally noticed that Chen Mu's pace had slowed.

When she cautiously looked around, she saw that Chen Mu had, at some point, reached the top of a high slope, with his gaze extending into the distance.

She followed Chen Mu's line of sight and saw a large troop of soldiers.

She saw

about two or three hundred elite cavalry, straddling tall steeds, clad in heavy armor, racing along one side.

Each gallop of these two or three hundred elite cavalry was so heavy and dull, accompanied by a buzzing sound, akin to the beating of drums by thousands of troops, shaking the nearby ground.

Next to these hundreds of cavalry, there were nearly a thousand armored soldiers of a foreign race, their appearance vastly different from the people of Da Xuan, not only taller and more robust, but also with brown hair, brown beards, and deep-set blue eyes.

This group of soldiers was escorting a batch of carriages, laden with many looted supplies.

Besides,

they were also driving thousands of people, at first glance all women and children, struggling to follow the convoy, those lagging behind at the rear were immediately met with the whips of the foreign race soldiers.

"So many people..."

The little girl curled up in Chen Mu's arms, looking towards those distant figures, couldn't help but speak softly.

At the same time, she tried her best to look among the driven women and children for someone she knew, but she couldn't spot anyone at first glance. These thousands of people were not only from her village but also from other nearby settlements.

"They are the ones who killed your father, are you afraid of them?"

Chen Mu's gaze swept over the troop, and then he softly asked the girl in his arms.

The little girl bit her lip and shook her head.

In her eyes, as she looked at those foreign race soldiers, hate was evident, a trace of lingering hatred.

Chen Mu already knew that the little girl in his arms was stronger than many older children he had encountered, so he didn't say much, just gently caressed her head and asked, "Do you want them to die?"

"Yes."

The little girl nodded vigorously this time.

Chen Mu smiled slightly, walked forward with her in his arms, and after a few steps descending from the slope, they crossed the wasteland and then, silently, appeared on the road ahead of the foreign race's cavalry and infantry.

Just saw.

The vast wasteland nearby was bare, but in the view ahead on the dry and yellow land, at some point there appeared a figure holding a little girl, just standing there, facing the spread out foreign race army soldiers.

Eventually, the cavalry at the forefront noticed Chen Mu, a look of surprise appearing in their eyes, one hand pointing at Chen Mu from afar, calling out to a cavalry leader behind him in a strange language.

"..."

The cavalry leader came to the front, gazing into the distance at Chen Mu on the wasteland, his brow furrowed, then he bellowed, "Everyone on alert, ready your spears, form up!"

As a leader of the foreign race cavalry outside the borders, he clearly knew that within Han Prefecture, encountering large groups of fleeing refugees posed no threat, even if they were many, and small groups of martial artists were also of little concern, but encountering a lone individual with a strange trail was very dangerous!

Anyone who could walk alone in the wasteland was certainly a martial artist.

Those who dared face their several hundred elite cavalry and thousands of soldiers without immediately running away could not be ordinary people!

But regardless of who the other party was, whether a powerful martial artist or some kind of trap set nearby, the only strategy was to have everyone form up and crush and trample the opponent!

Against such individual martial arts masters, scattering and retreating was the worst strategy; instead, gathering everyone together, the thousands of elite together with the cavalry, forming up for a charge could even crush those in the Five Organ and Viscera Viscera Realm who dared to confront their charge!