The situation is clear.
Either the other party is unsure of directly swallowing the Cui Family’s caravan of over two hundred people.
Or, there are informants planted among the martial artist guards in the caravan, and they are very clear if there are targets they are looking for within the caravan, without the need for overt attacks and searches.
It is evident from this as well.
The Thirteenth Prince of Beizhou does not act as recklessly as the Jianghu people speculate.
He acts with his own objectives; he moves when he can, stops when he cannot, not casually making moves, quite consistent with military principles.
"Brother Xiong, what ranking did you say the Thirteenth Prince of Beizhou holds on the Hidden Dragon List? He caused quite a stir when he arrived in Xingqing Prefecture, wasn’t there anyone who dealt with him?"
"Yuwen Ying ranks fifth on the Hidden Dragon List... Brother Chen, you might not be aware of the situation of the top ten on the Hidden Dragon List; any one of them can make a na for themselves even within the Innate Realm.
Those ranked in the top three on the Hidden Dragon List can even contend with those ranked lower on the Earth List."
"Really?"
Chen Ping’s eyes narrowed.
Only then did he realize how cautious and prudent Yuwen Ying was when he did not personally make a move at the ti.
According to Brother Xiong’s ranking of strength, the Thirteenth Prince of Beizhou, ranked fifth on the Hidden Dragon List, if not Late-Stage Innate, is at least Mid-Stage Innate.
Moreover, he is a standout in the sa realm, possessing so kind of unique peerless skill.
Thinking this way, Han Xiaoru from the Primordial Martial Arts Hall encouraging her mother to rescue him was truly a life-or-death risk.
"Besides Yuwen Ying himself being strong, it seems his forces are not particularly formidable? Why hasn’t any Earth List Expert gone to slay this one?"
From everyday conversations, Chen Ping understood that Brother Xiong has a strong sense of ethnic identity, occasionally expressing hatred towards Beizhou.
Therefore, his words lacked so restraint.
"How are they not strong?" Brother Xiong’s eyes widened.
"Oh, you’re talking about the battle at Ghost Cry Forest, right? That was when the Beihu forces hadn’t arrived.
As far as I know, when Yuwen Ying headed south, whether others followed I don’t know, but those three teachers of his were sure to accompany him.
However, under normal circumstances, they won’t act."
"Three teachers."
Chen Ping’s heart trembled slightly.
Those who can teach Innate Experts must be extraordinary themselves, right?
"Yes, one from the Esoteric True Words Sect, ranking high on the Earth List; one from the Celestial Witchcraft Sect, with extrely strange thods, although not on the Earth List, certainly not weak.
And there’s also a lone swordsman from the Western Desert... enough of that, it’s a bit distant from us. Let’s talk about sothing cheerful, like Fairy Fang Qingzhu." Brother Xiong seed a bit dejected.
"This is difficult to handle; if the Court and Noble Families don’t act, there’s really no way to deal with the Beizhou group, just watch them stir things up."
"Yes, it’s quite frustrating, it’s infuriating that Brother Xiong’s strength isn’t enough, with a heart to kill traitors but powerless to reverse the situation.
Those large sects, noble families, court high officials, only care about their lineage, how often do they even glance at the ordinary people."
At this point, the tall man’s voice lowered a bit, and his emotion also beca somber: "Isn’t it said that a Bright Lord is hard to encounter? Those with real vision, who can see the Divine Land in devastation, the people in the abyss, are after all few."
"Brother Xiong is indeed talented." Chen Ping sincerely gave a thumbs-up, praising.
This ti, he was genuinely surprised.
The big man’s views, if spoken out, would be ridiculed by others, but Chen Ping knew that what he said was actually right...
Everyone says the Beizhou Hu Cavalry is just coming to the Central Plains to raid a little, plunder a bit, and will leave.
At most, stir up the Central Plains a bit, allowing so ambitious people to reshuffle the cards.
Then, the Central Plains is still the Central Plains, the Divine Land is still the Divine Land.
But Chen Ping knows it is not.
In the previous life’s history, when Yuan ng and Jurchen first hit the Central Plains, people thought the sa.
And the result?
After Yashan ceased to be China, and after Ming fell, there was no Huaxia.
Not to ntion the extermination of the race, it was not far from that.
However, if you insist that after plundering the house, killing the male mbers of the family, occupying the females, and then having children, nothing changes, that’s fine.
After all, it’s still the sa house.
Every brick and tile, every table and chair, even the land is still that land.
Chen Ping, being not of this world, having witnessed similar land in his previous life, and seeing these black-haired, black-eyed people, thinking of the tragedy this land is about to face, couldn’t help but empathize.
The flood already drown the scalp, yet they still jockey for power, each thought on their agendas...
Being ruthless to their own people, surprisingly few truly fight against the Beizhou Barbarians.
Feeling absurd, Chen Ping also couldn’t help but feel a slight chill.
The tide of the era rolls forward, what could he do as a Jianghu newcor who just solved his basic needs?
What dare he do?
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