Global Game: My Divine Skills Reach Full Level Automatically Chapter 128: Warrior Yann Xiang (33/50)

"...Lei Bo’s actions attracted many hooligans, ruffians, bandits, etc. to join his cavalry troops."

At this point.

The Seven-foot Scholar secretly glanced at Ding Ling, then quickly lowered his head and swiftly said:

"Hero, your eight horses are indeed conspicuous. Not long ago, soone reported your affairs to a local bully, who, in order to gain Lei Bo’s favor, imdiately reported the matter. And then..."

Ding Ling understood.

He asked:

"Who reported it to the bully? And where is the bully?"

"The bully has already been shot by you, hero."

The Seven-foot Scholar pointed to a cavalryman lying dead dozens of ters away:

"That fellow was promoted on the spot by Lei Bo to beco an elite mber of the Thunder Cavalry due to his ritorious report. As for who passed it to the bully?"

He glanced at the farr behind Ding Ling, the implication was clear.

The farr’s family had eight mbers.

The courtyard was extrely spacious!

It counted as a local wealthy family, otherwise they wouldn’t be able to accommodate Ding Ling and three others with eight horses.

The head of the household had been watching the battle closely.

When he saw Ding Ling’s prowess, his face turned pale as paper in fear.

Seeing Ding Ling summon the Seven-foot Scholar.

The scholar confessed everything honestly.

The head of the household could no longer stand, and despite his fear, he walked out of the courtyard, knelt down with a thud and kept bowing his head, saying:

"Hero, spare us, hero, spare us! We were montarily blinded by foolishness, that led to our big mistake. Hero, spare us."

The farr’s wife and children also ca out, the wife knelt on the ground, wiping tears and speaking mournfully:

"That Lei Bo rampages through this area, not long ago, he even kidnapped several of my daughters. We thought that if we offered your eight good horses, even if Lei Bo wouldn’t return our daughters, he would at least treat us kindly. And, and..."

At this point.

The farr’s wife bowed her head repeatedly:

"We had already inford the other party clearly beforehand, they only want the horses, they definitely wouldn’t harm your lives, we did not expect Lei Bo would..."

"Ah."

Ding Ling sighed, his heart surged with killing intent, he practiced Five Animals Qigong and Inner Scripture techniques to calm his mind, and after a long ti, he suppressed the turbulent killing intent.

"Forget it."

Hua Tuo, a typical good-hearted elder, saw this and softened, saying:

"They were also forced to do this. Lei Bo is cruel and tyrannical, living under his rule, the people are fearful every day. So, it’s understandable they would act this way. Moreover, they had no intention of harming us."

He sighed:

"Bla it on society being too chaotic!"

He looked at Ding Ling:

"Let’s just give them a face."

He felt sowhat guilty, ashad, his old face slightly red.

He knew that if it weren’t for Ding Ling’s decisive intervention, he would have already crossed to the Western Heaven!

So although he thought Ding Ling’s killing was excessive, he didn’t stop it.

It was only when the farr’s family ca out that he couldn’t help but stand up and advise a few words.

Even so, he felt very embarrassed, thinking that once they were past this place, he should give the Qingnang Scripture to Ding Ling. There’s no need to really wait until he reaches Runan to treat the plague before giving it.

eting Ding Ling, such a dical genius, was a completely unexpected joy for him.

Earlier, he only thought of testing Ding Ling for a bit.

Now Ding Ling had beco his lifesaver, moreover, he had just advised Ding Ling not to kill the farrs, he felt sowhat guilty, feeling he had let Ding Ling down.

He thought of passing on the Qingnang Scripture imdiately. Yet, it was clearly not the right ti now.

"Alright then."

Others’ face could be ignored.

Hua Tuo’s could not be.

After all, he had helped him greatly in the wilderness.

"Let’s go."

Ding Ling didn’t want to deal with people there anymore, he mounted his horse and left directly.

Hua Tuo also mounted a horse.

He led the way ahead.

"Hero..."

The Seven-foot Scholar couldn’t help calling out.

"What is it?"

Ding Ling held the reins, looked back at him.

The Seven-foot Scholar enduring discomfort, caught up, saluted with cupped fists, whispered:

"Thank you, hero, for not killing . I need to tell you sothing. Lei Bo is Yuan Shu’s confidant. Recently, Yuan Shu’s son, Yuan Yao, also ca to the Northern Lands. He is now five or six miles ahead, on a clearing leading over a thousand Thunder Cavalry soldiers awaiting Lei Bo. If you go, you will inevitably encounter them, it is best to be cautious."

"You have a kind heart."

Ding Ling deeply looked at the Seven-foot Scholar, asked:

"What is your na?"

"Yann Xiang."

"Yann Xiang?"

Ding Ling was surprised, sideways glance.

Yann Xiang, a late Eastern Han Dynasty figure, Yuan Shu’s Chief Clerk.

He was a brilliant strategist on Yuan Shu’s side!

Unexpectedly t him here, and he’s in such dire straits?

It couldn’t be, could it?!

But when he thought of the players’ intervention, Ding Ling was relieved.

With players involved, anything could happen.

Yann Xiang looked so downtrodden, maybe because he hadn’t truly grown yet, or maybe he was heavily oppressed by Lei Bo and others, or maybe he was too bullied by hooligans and ruffians...

No matter the truth.

Yann Xiang’s original image, in this instant, completely shattered in Ding Ling’s heart.

He didn’t ask how Yann Xiang ended up in this state, or how he beca the guide who led Lei Bo here.

He just deeply looked at Yann Xiang then rode away.

After leaving the farm.

[Achievent dal obtained: You have compelled Yann Xiang!]

[Note: Yann Xiang is patient, broad-minded, with great wisdom. He has always believed that wisdom can solve difficult problems.

But your appearance overturned his original beliefs.

You solved Lei Bo and others like chopping cucumbers and vegetables, shattering all difficulties like smashing challenges, cleanly, straightforwardly!

He was pleasantly enlightened, exhilarated, yet he couldn’t help but tremble, fear, then question his true value!

No doubt, he will continue to pay attention to you.

He wants to observe and distinguish between your approach and his, to see whether great wisdom prevails or unrivaled brute strength wins!]

A hint echoed.

Ding Ling slightly raised his eyebrows, thought:

"It seems that much of Yann Xiang’s previous behavior was pretended. This can explain."

He was relieved.

Didn’t think further.

He wasn’t playing a conquest ga.

No need to bother to recruit strategists.

At this mont, he felt quite fortunate he didn’t choose the path of conquest, otherwise, dealing every day with these strategists who can act and pretend, wouldn’t it be ntally exhausting?

These strategists are all old actors, old schers.

Facing them, martial power is the most direct approach.

Playing tricks and plots?

Ding Ling admits his wisdom is average, likely to be played to death by Guo Jia, Zhuge Liang, and others.

Better to choose the path of a War God!

Pushing through is the real path!

It’s like the saying: when a scholar ets a warrior, reasoning is futile.

As long as you are strong enough, all calculations are illusions!

*Trot trot!*

All eight horses were fine ones.

Hua Tuo, lightly dressed, galloped ahead, leading quickly.

To avoid colliding with Yuan Yao’s main force, Hua Tuo even changed to a small path midway.

Yet...