Qing Cang Continent - C267

The four of them quickly ran within the borders of the Nether Race. Because they were at the border, there weren’t many soldiers patrolling the Nether Realm.

“The borders of the Netherworld Kingdom are indeed much colder than our Grand Xia.”

Qin Lang looked at the distant snowy mountain and the plant that had just sprouted. He murmured to himself.

“Isn’t that so? These brats have been invading our Da Xia Empire’s territory since the beginning. It doesn’t matter since we’re cultivators, but we can’t tolerate their commoners. Therefore, although we sympathize with them, our Da Xia Empire must fight for every inch of land, and we won’t give them up at the start!”

Scarface Six heard Qin Lang’s mutterings and took over the conversation. After all, Qin Lang was deeply touched by his heroic words about how the heavens were merciful to others and how they would fight for every inch of land.

Scarface may have been slow and paranoid in other things, but from this sentence he saw that the boorish man loved both right and wrong without ambiguity.

There’s no other way. If they want to fight us, we can only take them. Unless the people of the underworld surrender, there will be a fight between the two countries sooner or later.

Hoshino followed their words and reminded them.

“Brother Ye, there’s no one patrolling here. Why can’t we fly? It’ll be better if it’s lower.”

Qin Lang wanted to ask, but Hoshino didn’t say anything. He didn’t ask, and now that Hoshino had finally asked, he did. Unexpectedly, all three of them grinned.

“Hehe, I thought you didn’t think about it. Let Scar Six tell you.”

Hoshino said with a smile.

“Haha, Brother Qin, the Spiritual Energy that you use to fly in the air is much higher than the Spiritual Energy that you use now. That fluctuation could allow experts at the fifth level of Soul Controlling Realm and above to use their Spiritual Sense to detect it from a hundred miles away, so let’s just honestly run.”

Scar Six laughed and explained as he looked at Qin Lang’s somewhat embarrassed face.

“So that’s how it is.”

Qin Lang silently exclaimed in his heart. He had gained more knowledge, but knowing was of no use. He still had to climb the snowy mountain and cross the grassland.

The imperial palace of the Western Capital of the Grand Xia.

Within the imperial study, the emperor Xuanyuan Ci was in the midst of reviewing the memorial when a knock sounded on the door.

“Come in!”

“Long live my Emperor. This subject, Xuanyuan Qingfeng, greets Your Majesty.”

“What? Did your guards find someone?”

Xuan Yuan didn’t even raise his head as he directly asked the military governor of the imperial guards, Xuanyuan Qingfeng, who was saluting as he stood by the door.

“Yes, one of my subordinates found someone suspected of being Qin Lang in Geva City. From the characteristics of the person she sent back, I should be able to confirm that it was the Qin Lang that His Majesty was looking for.”

“Oh? “Liao Bei County, what is he going there for? Don’t tell me he wants to go to the underworld clan …”

Xuanyuan Ci placed the memorial down and stared at the table, deep in thought.

“Your Majesty, this subject also suspects that Qin Lang might have the possibility of going to the underworld race as well. He instructed that subordinate to wait for an opportunity to reveal his identity and protect him well. There hasn’t been any news yet.”

Xuanyuan Qingfeng respectfully replied once again.

“Qing Feng, send another person to the northern part of Liaoning Province. You must explain to Qin Lang the reason and ask him to come back as soon as possible after finishing his business.”

Your Majesty, your subject has already explained the situation to that subordinate.

“Well done. This way, even if he has something on, he should come back after he is done. I will delay a little longer and let him settle his own matters first. At that time, I will also do my best to help me.”

Xuanyuan Ci smiled slightly. He was rather optimistic about his good friend, Su’er.

“Your Majesty, please be magnanimous and allow me to leave first. Your Majesty, please take care of the dragon’s health.”

“Un, go back to your work!”

Xuanyuan Ci waved his hand and Xuanyuan Qingfeng retreated. Once again, the sound of flipping pages could be heard within the imperial study.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng was originally known as the Xia soldier. Dozens of years ago, when he was still the commander of the imperial guards, he followed Xuanyuan Ci in battle.

Xuanyuan Wang had waited for his return before personally pouring wine for him, repeatedly praising him, “When commanding the troops, you shall hold the three foot long blade for me!” With a wave of his brush, he bestowed the surname Xuan Yuan and the name Qing Feng. The Emperor bestowed the surname Qing Feng, one of the supreme honors of Grand Xia.

From then on, all the officials were able to accomplish the task. From the commanders to the vice commanders of the Imperial Guard, to the general of the imperial guards, he had not let Xuanyuan Ci down. For example, this time.