Tang Yin in another world

  "You wouldn't do that." Qiu Zhensheng said confidently.

  Tang Yin didn't know where his confidence came from, but he indeed couldn't bring himself to kill Qiu Zhen. Yan Lie belonged to this world, and although it had been five hundred years since they last met, now was a time of war and upheaval. To survive, he needed someone familiar with everything here by his side. As far as he could see for now, Qiu Zhen was undoubtedly the best candidate.

  "Give me one reason not to kill you."

  "Kill me and you'll lose a strategist by your side."

  Tang Yin snorted in disdain and shrugged his shoulders, saying: "I don't need it at all."

  "Now it may not be necessary, but later you will know how important I am."

  "I'll be waiting with bated breath." Tang Yin didn't take his words to heart, and now, apart from feeling that Qiu Zhen was extremely arrogant, he hadn't found any other redeeming qualities about him.

  However, Tang Yin could not have imagined that in reality he was indeed struck by Qiu Zhen's words. Later on, Qiu Zhen truly became a very important person to him. Qiu Zhen's strategic mind pushed Tang Yin to continuously climb upwards, also stirring up the entire Feng Guo and even the Huang Tian Empire to the point of turmoil. Many years later, Tang Yin said that in terms of grand strategy, ten Tang Yins tied together could not compare to one Qiu Zhen, but in close combat situations, he trusted his own intuition more.

  "We can't stay here for long, let's go!" Qiu Zhen looked around and estimated that it wouldn't be long before Ning Guo's large troops would arrive.

  Tang Yin asked: "Where to go?"

  "Of course it's Tongmen!"

  Tongmen is an important city in the western border of Fengguo, and it is also the gateway to the west of Fengguo. Outside Tongmen is the He Dong area, which is a disputed territory between Fengguo and Ningguo. Once you cross Tongmen, it's a flat plain all the way to Yan Cheng, the capital city of Fengguo, with no natural barriers to defend. For a long time, Fengguo has stationed heavy troops in Tongmen. This time, the 200,000-strong army of Fengguo was defeated when they went to war against Ningguo, and most of their scattered soldiers fled back to Tongmen.

  Tang Yin and Qiu Zhen, in order to avoid the Ningguo pursuers, did not dare to take the main road, so they made their way through the thickets.

  Tang Yin is a taciturn person, apart from his cold nature, it also has something to do with the environment he grew up in. On the other hand, Qiu Zhen is just the opposite, since traveling with Tang Yin, his mouth hasn't stopped, asking this and that, even if Tang Yin doesn't respond to him, he can still keep muttering to himself.

  "Tang Yin, your spiritual energy cultivation seems to be not very high."

  It's not high. Tang Yin lazily nodded, without saying much. With the severe combination, he didn't absorb much spiritual energy, and just now, although he used the Dark Fire, the people he killed were ordinary people, so the spiritual energy absorbed was naturally very little.

  "Up to how many floors?"

  The spiritual cultivation has a total of nine levels, from low to high, which are: Ling Chu, Ling Dong, Ling Zhen, Ling Po, Ling Hua, Ling Yuan, Ling Tian, Ling Shen, and Ling Kong.

  Tang Yin retorted: "Is it that important?"

  "Of course it's important." Qiu Zhengye said: "I must first understand your strength, only then can I make the right decision at critical moments."

  Tang Yin smiled, it seemed that Qiu Zhen simply regarded himself as a martial artist with strong limbs but a simple mind. He didn't want to explain much and just said calmly: " Barely able to reach agility."

  Qiu Zhen nodded, with a 'I knew it' expression, and muttered: "I told you so, your cultivation is not high."

  "How did you see it?"

  Qiu Zhen said: "The Dark Fire you're using is Death Burning, if I'm not mistaken, this is the first layer of Dark Fire."

  Tang Yin was somewhat surprised, Qiu Zhen was able to see that he was using Dark Fire was surprising enough, but unexpectedly he could also see that his own Dark Fire was Death Burning. He laughed and said: "Now I'm starting to believe that the knowledge you've learned is indeed quite diverse."

  This was the first time Qiu Zhen had praised him, and he felt a bit proud of himself. He opened his mouth to speak, laughing, "I know more than that! The Dark Fire has three layers. The first layer is the Burning of Death, which can burn away the physical bodies of all living things in the world, absorbing 50% of their spiritual energy. The second layer is the Burning of the Soul, which can burn away the souls of living things, absorbing 100% of their spiritual energy. The third layer is the Burning of Destruction, which can incinerate everything in the world, absorbing spiritual energy from all things under heaven. However, it seems that since the birth of Lingwu Xue, no one has ever been able to cultivate the Dark Fire to the third layer." As he spoke, he saw Tang Yin's face filled with a bitter smile, thinking that he had struck at his confidence. He quickly changed his words, saying, "You're really amazing! From what I know, there are hardly any practitioners of the Dark System who can cultivate the Dark Fire. Or rather, it's never been heard of before - it's just a legendary skill. Who would have thought that you actually possess it?"

  Tang Yin didn't need Qiu Zhen to explain that the Dark Fire was extremely difficult to cultivate. Let alone himself, even Yan Lie, who had reached the peak of his cultivation back then, couldn't raise the Dark Fire to the second level. Otherwise, he wouldn't have ended up in a stalemate with Gu Zhen, ultimately meeting a miserable end at the hands of the despicable Xuan Zhengzi.

  As he walked forward, Tang Yin suddenly stopped in his tracks and pulled Qiu Zhen back.

  Qiu Zhen didn't know what was going on and looked at Tang Yin with a puzzled expression, asking: "What's wrong?"

  "Shh!"

  Tang Yin raised his index finger, signaling him to be quiet, and lowered his voice, saying: "There is a killing aura ahead."

  He didn't see the enemy, nor did he hear any discordant sounds, but Tang Yin could feel that there was danger ahead. His almost animal-like intuition was innate and far exceeded that of ordinary people, and it was also extremely accurate, one of his life-saving treasures.

  Qiu Zhen concentrated his mind and looked forward, but all he saw was a dense thicket of shrubs, without a single enemy in sight. However, Tang Yin's expression didn't seem to be joking around, so Qiu Zhen cautiously said: "I didn't see anything..."

  "Fall back!" After finishing speaking, Tang Yin drew out the sword he had picked up on the battlefield and slowly moved forward.

  Sands, sands, sands!

  Everything around seemed to fall silent all at once, leaving only the sound of him trampling through the grass.

  Qiu Zhen's eyes widened in anticipation as he watched intently ahead, his heart racing with excitement.

  As Tang Yin was slowly moving forward, a cold light suddenly shot out from the grass beside him and stabbed at his neck.

  The cold light came suddenly, and it came too quickly. If it were someone else, they wouldn't even have time to dodge, let alone see it coming. But Tang Yin, with his extraordinary sixth sense, slightly shifted his body at the moment the cold light touched his neck, effortlessly avoiding its edge. Immediately after, he raised his steel sword from below and upwards in a single motion, and all that could be heard was a faint "ting" sound as the cold arrow broke off on impact.

  It wasn't until then that Qiu Zhen, who was behind, saw clearly that what had shot out of the grass clump was a long spear, and Tang Yin's sword had cut it in two, with the spearhead falling to the ground with a clang.

  What a quick reaction speed, what a swift sword. Qiu Zhen subconsciously touched his own neck, he was 120% sure that if Tang Yin's sword had been swung at him, he would have only been able to wait for death with open eyes. At this moment, he became even more determined that following Tang Yin was the best choice for himself.

  Tang Yin cut off the long spear with one sword, and a scream came out. The grass bushes shook, and a black shadow rushed out of the grass heap, not rushing towards Tang Yin, but turning around and running away.

  The corners of his mouth slightly raised, Tang Yin silently sneered. Before anyone saw him gathering strength, he shot out like lightning and appeared behind the black figure in the blink of an eye. He reached out to grab the back of the person's neck, while his other arm pressed against the person's lower back. With a burst of strength, he pulled backward, shouting: "Get down!"

  His opponent's heavily armored body was flipped over his head by Tang Yin's pull, and landed hard at his feet. Before the man could struggle to his feet, Tang Yin's sword was pressed against his throat.

  "Ah——" The big man first exclaimed in surprise, and when he saw Tang Yin's appearance clearly, his eyes widened in shock, saying: "Is it you?"

  Tang Yin lowered his head and took a closer look. He didn't recognize the big man, but the armor on him was from Feng Guo.

  Before he could speak, a rustling sound came from the surrounding grass, and then six or seven Fengguo soldiers emerged from the grass heap.

  "It's one of us! Don't move, it's our own people!" The big man held down by Tang Yin's sword waved his hands repeatedly at the crowd.

  Everyone at this time also saw Tang Yin clearly, and they all put down the weapons in their hands, swarmed up, and asked in a flurry of questions: "You're not dead?" "Actually escaped!" "We all thought you were doomed!" "..."

  Tang Yin was stunned for a moment before he came back to his senses, realizing that these few Fengguo soldiers were the same ones he had just rescued from the Ningguo people's encirclement.

  It was them! Knowing it was a misunderstanding, Tang Yin slowly sheathed his steel sword and casually turned around to wave at Qiu Zhen behind him.

  The big Han who fell to the ground got up with a red face and ears, threw away the half-long spear in his hand, rubbed his hands, and laughed awkwardly: "This... this brother, I really owe you an apology. I thought it was Ning people chasing after me, so I..."

  He waved his hand and Tang Yin impatiently interrupted his nonsense, asking displeased: "You're not running away, what are you hiding here for?"