#730 - Chapter 730: Final Writing
They understood the principle that a tall tree catches much wind, so maintaining appropriate humility was very necessary.
"But I remember there's another disciple on逍遥 Peak who isn't from the Immortal Realm," someone said, voicing their confusion now that Ye Xiaoyao seemed amenable.
Hearing this, Ye Xiaoyao's heart sank, and he fell silent.
"This…" Su Qingxuan behind him wanted to say something, but after glancing at Ye Xiaoyao, she shrank back.
The others immediately noticed something was amiss.
"My junior brother is still missing, and we've been looking for him."
"We are untalented, but fortunate to have the protection of the Immortal Realm, which allowed us to completely defeat the alien world," Ye Xiaoyao said in a low voice, filled with genuine sorrow.
"Little Shan…" Several peak masters who knew Xiaoshan fell silent, then stepped forward to apologize to Ye Xiaoyao and offer comfort.
"Rest assured, everyone, I will truthfully report this matter to Lord Ling and will definitely find your junior brother," Xing heard and solemnly promised.
"This young friend's martial prowess is outstanding, he values friendship and righteousness, and now he doesn't disdain our humble status. Such a young prodigy truly inspires my admiration!" The peak master who first approached Ye Xiaoyao cupped his fist in admiration and praised him.
The other peak masters nodded in agreement.
"We are all fighting for our country, only facing different enemies due to our different strengths. As warriors, how can there be distinctions of rank?" Ye Xiaoyao asked with a smile, looking at everyone.
The others were rendered speechless.
"Hahaha, well said!" Several older peak masters laughed heartily, feeling incredibly comfortable in their hearts at that moment.
As they spoke, they arrived outside the main fortress gate.
At this time, long rows of wine and meat had been placed on both sides of the main hall of the fortress.
With this great victory, a banquet was naturally held to celebrate.
"Everyone, please be seated," Ye Ling said, raising her slender fingers.
"Hahaha, the young friends from逍遥 Peak made the greatest contribution in this battle, they should be seated in the first seats," the peak masters insisted on letting the disciples of逍遥 Peak sit first.
"Then we shall accept your kind offer," Little White and the others knew this was not the time to decline, so they cupped their fists in thanks and took their seats first.
Excessive humility is hypocrisy, and Little White understood this.
"Everyone has made indispensable contributions in this battle, I propose a toast to everyone," Ye Ling said, rising from the head seat at the front of the hall, holding her wine glass.
Below her were the deputy general and the lieutenant general, followed by dozens of sect leaders, and then hundreds of peak masters.
"Cheers, cheers, cheers…" Everyone stood up and emptied their glasses.
"In this battle, our army defeated 300,000 puppet soldiers at the cost of 5,000 losses. Several people have made indispensable contributions," Ye Ling said again with a smile.
Hearing this, everyone looked at Little White and the others in the last seats.
"I thank you on behalf of the entire army. You are all outstanding! You have made great contributions to the Immortal Realm with your own strength. Everyone should learn from you. You have worked hard!" Ye Ling said very sincerely, raising her glass in front of Little White and the others.
If it weren't for Little White and the others fighting to the death, they would not have been able to end the battle so quickly; it would not have been possible to end the battle so quickly, and it would not have been possible to eliminate the puppet soldiers so quickly, and with such small casualties, it was simply a miracle! They would definitely not have been able to achieve victory at such a small cost!
"Lord Ling, you are too kind," Ye Xiaoyao and the others also raised their glasses and smiled.
The wine glass in Little White's hand was snatched away by Lin Yaoyao, preventing him from drinking.
Saying that Little White was a child and should not be exposed to alcohol too early.
Otherwise, his body would not be able to handle it.
Moreover, a series of problems would inevitably arise in all aspects of cultivation.
At that time, it was very likely that Little White would not be able to practice cultivation in the future.
This was also why Lin Yaoyao and the others did not allow Little White to touch alcohol.
"Okay, drink up!" Ye Ling smiled heartily and emptied her glass.
"Drink up together!" The soldiers also drank up.
"Cheers," Ye Ling also emptied her glass.
"Disciples of逍遥 Peak, listen to my command," Ye Ling said suddenly, seriously.
"Present," Ye Xiaoyao and Little White and the others cupped their fists and bowed.
"Remember the extraordinary feats of the disciples of逍遥 Peak in this siege, they are hereby appointed as the Ninth Vanguard, succeeding Li Shi as the vanguard, in charge of his hundred peak masters," Ye Ling said, and the lieutenant general beside her presented a set of vanguard armor to Ye Xiaoyao and Lin Yaoyao.
The armor was silvery-white, faintly reflecting a cold light.
"Thank you, Lord Ling," Ye Xiaoyao and Lin Yaoyao accepted the armor and stored it in their spirit rings.
"Please," Ye Ling gestured.
In the direction of her finger was an empty seat, located on the left side, third in line, obviously reserved for Ye Xiaoyao and Lin Yaoyao in advance.
"Lord Ling, please go first," Ye Wuxin and the others laughed.
At this time, outside the castle, the soldiers were celebrating around the bonfire.
This victory banquet, celebrating in the enemy's city, had just begun.
The night was dark and silent.
But the main fortress of紫霞 Pavilion was surrounded by bonfires, a blaze of light.
Celebratory military songs resounded throughout the night sky.
"Lord Ling, something bad has happened, Vanguard Yu… he has committed suicide by severing his meridians."
On the main hall, a soldier suddenly ran in慌乱, interrupting all the sounds.
"Quick, take me there," Ye Ling stood up abruptly and quickly followed the soldier.
Ye Kong frowned slightly and immediately followed.
In a room of the castle, Ye Ling stood aside, her face heavy.
On the bed, Yu Qi, who was missing both arms, lay there with a weak aura, and an old man with white hair was checking his injuries next to him.
After a long time, the old man stood up and looked at Ye Ling, hesitant to speak.
Ye Ling understood and nodded lightly: "There is no one else here, just speak directly."
The old man stroked his beard and said: "The patient has no pulse, which is a very bad omen, we should make plans early."
"By the way, here is a letter, which he just gave to me, asking me to pass it on to you, please take a look."
Hearing this, Ye Ling reached out and said: "Bring it to me."
The old man offered the letter with both hands and handed it to Ye Ling: "Here you are."
As soon as Ye Ling opened the letter, a bloody smell hit her face.
Ye Ling pulled out the envelope and saw several lines of dense handwriting.
It read: "I don't know if Lord Ling will regret becoming a sunflower-like person now, after all, a little daisy that blushes when seeing people when young can better arouse the desire to protect. And you don't have to bear so much wind and rain in difficult years. But I can't wait to be a sunflower-like person, flamboyant and gorgeous. Someone always has to stand in front of most people and shield them from most of the suffering in their lives, in the posture of a protector."
"But forgive me for being a deserter, I really can't bear such suffering, leave the opportunity to the young people of the future."
"Say sorry to all those who love me… Yu's last words!"
