180: I predicted his prediction.

Zheng Zhixiang wanted to curse.

Because his own reinforcements actually looked down on him.

This was too much.

But, he was not an ordinary person after all, and he said in a deep voice, “I wasn’t beaten by Yu Ji, but by Yu Ji’s lover, Chu Qing.”

Song Zhe’s eyes lit up, and he said excitedly, “Yu Ji’s lover? Chu Qing?”

“Then you’re even more of a coward!”

Zheng Zhixiang… fell silent.

Song Zhe said indifferently, “Where is he?”

“I’ll go kill him.”

“I’ll make his head into a wine cup and give it to that slut Yu Ji.”

Zheng Zhixiang smiled.

These guys, although they seemed a bit arrogant, appeared to have some skill.

He liked those with skill.

“Friend, Chu Qing is in the chaotic mountains outside.”

“During the day, we searched all day, but we didn’t find any trace of them.”

“But, he will definitely break into the main camp again tonight.”

Under the cloak, Song Zhe said excitedly, “Really?”

Zheng Zhixiang said, “More real than pure gold.”

Song Zhe laughed heartily, “That’s good then.”

“Go, prepare wine and meat, prepare beauty; let my brothers have a good time.”

“When Chu Qing comes, I’ll kill him in minutes.”

He was very arrogant.

He treated Zheng Zhixiang like a servant.

Zheng Zhixiang was not angry; as long as the other party had skill, what did it matter if they ordered him around?

If they had no skill… then they might as well die… In the chaotic mountains:

Having Cultivated all day, Nangong felt sticky all over.

She found a mountain spring to wash herself.

Not long after, Cui Moyang also came over.

“Where’s Chu Qing?”

Cui Moyang took off her silk dress, tied up her ponytail, cupped clear water, and gently poured it over herself, saying, “He’s still practicing.”

“He’ll probably practice until late at night, or tomorrow morning.”

Nangong pouted, muttering, “This guy is too crazy when he Cultivates.”

Cui Moyang was too lazy to bother with her, and continued to cup spring water to wash her body.

Nangong sighed, “He came from a Mud Leg background, but he Cultivates very diligently!”

“He’s already much stronger than us, why is he still Cultivating?”

Cui Moyang was silent.

She also didn’t know why Chu Qing Cultivated so diligently.

Did he still want to be a top master?

But… becoming a top master, how could it be that easy!

She slowly turned around and whispered, “We should also work harder!”

Nangong nodded.

A moment later, Nangong leaned into her ear and said,

“How has Wang Yinyang been recently?”

Cui Moyang thought for a while in a daze and said, “I don’t know!”

“I haven’t spoken to him.”

“He’s just like Chu Qing, also Cultivating madly!”

“Oh, by the way, Ximen saw you getting close to Chu Qing, and he’s a bit unhappy!”

“He told me to try and persuade you.”

Nangong rolled her eyes and said, “Ximen? What right does he have to control me?”

“I don’t think much of him.”

“He’s an idiot, with no charisma and no strength.”

“Not even one-tenth of Chu Qing.”

“Hehe, you know, if Chu Qing suddenly came over, would he make us, in this state, dance in his palm?”

Cui Moyang was stunned for a moment, then quickly rinsed her body and said, “I’ll go watch him, don’t let him come over.”

Nangong rolled her eyes and said, “Idiot!”

Cui Moyang was bewildered… Women take a long time to bathe.

But it was also very alluring.

Chu Qing wanted to watch.

However, after thinking about Cui Moyang’s cold long sword, he still chose to Cultivate diligently.

“Diligently Cultivating Golden Bone is the Dao.”

“When I become strong, what kind of woman won’t I have?”

“Besides, I still have Madam Jin.”

Madam Jin was like a ripe peach, full and juicy.

“After I deal with the Golden Bone, I must find Godmother to relax.”

Night fell:

The rebel army suddenly attacked Shiji Mountain again.

The shouts of killing shook the heavens.

Chu Qing got up, his eyes filled with fierce light.

Not long after, Cui Moyang and Nangong also came over.

Both women’s hair was wet, and their cheeks were rosy, making them look like red apples.

Chu Qing was momentarily dazed, then said seriously:

“Last night, I raided the rebel main camp.”

“Logically, they should strengthen their defenses tonight and not attack Shiji Mountain.”

“But… they are attacking relentlessly now.”

“What do you think Zheng Zhixiang’s plan is?”

Nangong’s eyes darted around, and she said sweetly, “They must have set up a trap, wanting to kill you.”

“If you go to the main camp to cause trouble, there’s a high chance you’ll lose your own life.”

Cui Moyang also nodded.

Chu Qing smiled, “That’s what I thought too.”

Nangong stretched lazily and said, “Then tonight, let’s find a place to rest well.”

“When dawn breaks, we’ll go in and catch them off guard.”

Cui Moyang said coolly, “I found a mountain hollow earlier. Although it will be a bit crowded if we hide there, it’s safe.”

Chu Qing… was tempted… Rebel main camp:

Zheng Zhixiang hosted a banquet for Song Zhe and others.

Song Zhe laughed, “That Chu Qing, he has some brains, but not much.”

“He will definitely ambush you at dawn.”

“But he will never guess that tonight, we will let most of our elites sleep soundly.”

“They’ll wake up just before dawn, in the best possible state, to kill Chu Qing.”

Zheng Zhixiang frowned and said,

“Chu Qing, even when he was a Mud Leg, his actions couldn’t be judged by common sense.”

“Later, when he entered the martial academy, everything he did was unexpected.”

“This time, attacking Shiji Mountain with such a large display, he can definitely guess it’s a trap.”

“He might even have anticipated our anticipation.”

Song Zhe sneered, dismissing it with disdain, “What? Does he dare to launch a sudden attack now?”

Zheng Zhixiang shook his head and said, “I’m worried he might launch a surprise attack in the dead of night.”

Song Zhe said dismissively, “He wouldn’t dare.”

“His actions are strange, and so are ours.”

“I anticipated his anticipation!”

“Little Chu Qing, what can he use to fight us?”

The other Disciples of the Bingjia Sect also laughed heartily, saying dismissively:

“General Zheng, at dawn, we will cut off Chu Qing’s head.”

“You should quickly find some craftsmen now and prepare to make his head into a wine cup.”

Zheng Zhixiang… One hour later:

The party ended, and people dispersed.

Among the Bingjia Sect Disciples, some carried dancers to their tents to rest.

Some were dismissive.

Song Zhe carried two dancers to a large tent nearby to rest.

After the Bingjia Sect Disciples had rested, Zheng Zhixiang pondered for a moment and said,

“Let half of the soldiers rest.”

“The others will maintain their usual vigilance.”

“Yes, sir!”

Regarding Chu Qing, Zheng Zhixiang dared not be careless.

Because, whether studying Chu Qing’s past or later actions,

He knew that Chu Qing was not to be trifled with.

Therefore, he sat upright in the central army tent, clad in heavy armor, constantly adjusting his state, ready to strike at any moment.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

The west wind blew, and the flags flapped wildly.

Zheng Zhixiang felt even more uneasy.

He asked his personal guard, “Where are the Bingjia Sect Disciples?”

The personal guard replied, “Most are enjoying themselves with the dancers, a small portion are diligently Cultivating.”

Zheng Zhixiang was silent.

After another ten minutes, the wind grew stronger.

He felt even more uneasy.

“Are the fire prevention measures in the camp well-done?”

The personal guard replied, “General, rest assured, it’s foolproof.”

A few more minutes passed:

Zheng Zhixiang felt even more uneasy.

He asked his personal guard:

“Where are the Bingjia Sect Disciples?”

The personal guard said disdainfully, “Most of the tents are silent now.”

“Only in Song Zhe’s main tent are there still sounds of impact and roaring.”

“Oh, by the way, he called for two more dancers earlier.”

Zheng Zhixiang secretly shook his head and muttered, “The Bingjia Sect is truly declining!”