"So you're that little girl who knows some petty tricks. Fortunately, the Duke had made preparations in advance. Otherwise, you might really have taken advantage of us."
The Duke of Dingguo sneered while holding one end of the Immortal - Binding Rope. "Originally, I was still wondering how to lure you, a little girl, into the trap. But you're so kind as to come right into it."
"Where did you get this magical artifact?" Feng Yunshu frowned, her expression turning cold.
"How the Duke obtained this magical artifact is not the point. Instead of wasting your energy on this, you'd better think about your current situation. Hehe."
"Come here! Take her and hang her outside the city wall for the Duke. I've heard that this woman is extremely important to that Masked Military Advisor. The Duke is really curious whether the Masked Military Advisor will choose the beauty or this war."
After saying that, Feng Yunshu was handed over to several soldiers. The soldiers immediately followed the Duke of Dingguo's order and escorted Feng Yunshu to the edge of the city wall. They hooked her up and hung her outside the wall. Instantly, Feng Yunshu's body was suspended in mid - air.
Feng Yunshu's heart also sank. This Duke of Dingguo was just an ordinary mortal and could never have come up with such a plan. Moreover, the mastermind behind this knew that she could use magic. Could it also be the mastermind, Concubine Mu, who had given the order?
The moment Feng Yunshu's figure appeared on the city wall, Helan Yanting, who was in the middle of a fierce battle, immediately stopped. His eyes were fixed on Feng Yunshu hanging outside the city wall.
The Duke of Dingguo shouted loudly on the city wall, "Masked Military Advisor over there, take a good look at who this woman on the city wall is. If you don't want her to fall to her death and be dismembered, then immediately order your troops to stop resisting and surrender at once! Otherwise—"
The Duke of Dingguo raised his hand to signal the soldier controlling the rope. The soldier immediately loosened the rope a bit. Feng Yunshu instantly lost her balance and slid down, then stopped.
All the soldiers stopped fighting, and their gazes were focused on Feng Yunshu.
General Shi saw Feng Yunshu being hung up by the enemy and quickly came to Helan Yanting's side. He asked in surprise, "Military Advisor, what's going on? Why was she...?"
Seeing Helan Yanting's face getting colder and colder, General Shi changed his question. "So what should we do now? We're bound to win this war. Are we really going to give it up because of her? If so, the soldiers may not be willing to obey!"
"Don't worry, General Shi. I'll handle this properly."
After saying that, Helan Yanting looked at Feng Yunshu again and glanced at the smug Duke of Dingguo on the city wall.
If he wanted to, he could instantly arouse the demonic nature in his body and kill the Duke of Dingguo in an instant to rescue Feng Yunshu.
However, Helan Yanting didn't dare to act rashly because he wasn't sure if he could control the demonic nature in his body if he activated it without permission.
In the past, when the soul of Zhushan in his body woke up, he would often lose consciousness. When he woke up, he couldn't remember any information or fragments related to Zhushan.
But unexpectedly, after Zhushan appeared last time, he didn't lose consciousness. After waking up, he still clearly remembered everything that had happened, and he finally remembered his true identity. He wasn't an ordinary mortal but the Demon Lord Zhushan.
For the past Zhushan, he could make all the mortals on this battlefield vanish into thin air with just a snap of his fingers. But now, he only had a soul left. Not to mention whether he had the ability, it was beyond his control.
Rather than using Zhushan's power, Helan Yanting preferred to handle everything in a mortal way because Feng Yunshu had said that the Demon Lord Zhushan was the common enemy of all cultivators.
Helan Yanting's mind was working rapidly, thinking about how to rescue Feng Yunshu in the fastest and most reliable way.
At this moment, Feng Yunshu was also thinking about how to break free from the Immortal - Binding Rope. She had already said that she wasn't a burden, and she didn't want to prove herself as one.
"Xiaoling, Xiaoling, can you still move? Can you use your spiritual power?"
"Master, they locked me in a cage, but there are no restrictions on this cage. I can move. However, I was a bit injured by the rebound of the Immortal - Binding Rope just now, but it doesn't affect my use of spiritual power."
"As a spiritual beast, you'll be affected by the Immortal - Binding Rope as long as you have spiritual power, but ordinary mortals won't. See if you can use the puppet technique to control a soldier to untie the rope on me. Later, you can create some commotion to distract them..."
"Got it! I'll act right away!"
Xiaoling looked around and fixed her eyes on a soldier who was relatively close to her. She was just about to use her spiritual power to control this soldier.
But at this moment, suddenly a puff of cyan smoke blew over. The sight of everyone on the city wall was confused. Xiaoling smelled a very familiar scent in this smoke, so she didn't continue her action.
A figure in green clothes flashed through the smoke. Feng Yunshu's originally suspended body was pulled up by some external force and returned to the city wall. As soon as she stood firm on her feet, she was suspended again and carried on someone's shoulder.
Feng Yunshu was stunned by this series of changes, but soon she came to her senses. The scent of bamboo in the air was all too familiar to her.
"Qingzhu, is that you?!"
"Yes."
Qingzhu's face looked rather pale at this moment. Although he was carrying Feng Yunshu, he tried his best to avoid touching the Immortal - Binding Rope. Even so, there was a large burn wound on his shoulder, and the wound seemed to be spreading little by little.
"Brother Qingzhu, put me down quickly. If you continue like this, you'll suffer a great loss of vitality! This is the Immortal - Binding Rope, not an ordinary magical artifact!"
Feng Yunshu was panicked when she noticed his wound. However, Qingzhu didn't stop. The Duke of Dingguo and a group of soldiers were chasing after them angrily behind. He had to take Feng Yunshu to a safe place.
Seeing that her master was rescued by Qingzhu, Xiaoling quickly used her spiritual power to jump out of the cage and immediately chased after them.
At this time, Helan Yanting, who was just about to take action to rescue Feng Yunshu, saw what was happening on the city wall. The black mist that had already appeared in his palm gradually disappeared as he retracted it.
Helan Yanting did this under the cover of his wide sleeves, so no one noticed except Chang Ying beside him.
Just now, Chang Ying also suddenly felt a very familiar scent in the air. His first reaction was to look at Helan Yanting. The black mist rising from Helan Yanting's palm didn't escape his eyes.
Chang Ying's face lit up. He was just about to step forward, but before he could take a step, the black mist in Helan Yanting's hand disappeared again. Chang Ying was stunned for a moment and silently withdrew his steps.
"Yan Qi, come here and take my place."
Helan Yanting called Yan Qi over, then turned around and used his light - body technique to rush in the direction where Feng Yunshu had left.
At the same time, the Duke of Dingguo and his men were still in hot pursuit. Qingzhu was injured by the Immortal - Binding Rope, and his footsteps were getting more and more difficult.
Feng Yunshu was extremely worried, but Qingzhu just refused to put her down.
Just as the Duke of Dingguo's men were about to surround Qingzhu and Feng Yunshu, Helan Yanting arrived in time. He stood between the two groups of people and protected Feng Yunshu behind him.
The Duke of Dingguo looked at the tall masked man in front of him and paused slightly. "What a lucky day today. One after another, they come to court death. Hehe. Since you're tired of living, the Duke will send you all to the underworld together!"
After saying that, the Duke of Dingguo waved his hand and led a group of soldiers to charge forward.
"Such a brazen old fool. You sure have a big mouth."
Helan Yanting sneered. He twirled his iron - ribbed fan in his hand. Every time the fan twirled, there would be one more corpse on the ground. He moved extremely fast, and not a single drop of blood was left as the fan twirled.