This scoundrel is a bit of a swordsman.

Chapter 179 The Great Xia people are in danger.

Xiao Xingchen said mysteriously, while testing whether the other party knew that the mountain stronghold they were in was the real Great Xia.

"Impossible! Don't talk nonsense!"

Wang Xiaobo looked surprised, which reassured Xiao Xingchen, who continued to administer the "medicinal catalyst".

"It seems you know nothing about this. Well then, let me tell you that in that faraway place, there is also a country called Great Xia. The person who founded your country came from this Great Xia. Because everything you do is imitating their history. To a true Great Xia person, your so-called secrets are utterly vulnerable and can be easily copied."

"So, you still think I'm trying to steal your technology? Like this thing on your waist, a firearm made with gunpowder, it has a resounding name—a gun, right?"

Wang Xiaobo looked horrified, hurriedly reaching for the bulging gun handle at his waist, staring at Xiao Xingchen with a wary expression.

Guns were their greatest asset in their fight against the extraordinary beings of the Nine Heavens.

They firmly believed that no one on this vast continent had yet discovered gunpowder, let alone used it to make firearms. Even the name of these firearms belonged solely to the Great Xia Dynasty, and had no other counterpart.

If one knows this name, it means that the person must be a Bactrian.

This was one of the reasons that shocked Wang Xiaobo.

Clearly, the person before him was not from Great Xia, so there was only one possibility: another Great Xia truly existed. How could this not astonish him? Just as he was filled with doubt and uncertainty, Xiao Xingchen's voice rang out again.

"You don't need to worry. The gun at your waist is just the lowest grade. Its material and power are not worth mentioning. I don't even care about it."

This technology requires the assistance of various materials, which you have clearly not yet achieved.

I can help you improve this gun; that's my offer. Why don't you consider it? Let's make a deal, shall we?"

"Who exactly are you?" Wang Xiaobo asked again, his voice tinged with doubt, as if he were questioning a mysterious person hidden in the mist.

"My name is Xiao Xingchen. You can find out my background by asking around in Yong'an City."

Moreover, before today, I was a prisoner, completely different from them.

Xiao Xingchen's answer was neither humble nor arrogant, like a sharp sword that pierced through Wang Xiaobo's doubts.

"Then what do you want to know? Is it just information about demons?" Wang Xiaobo's gaze was piercing as he stared intently at Xiao Xingchen, as if trying to see through his eyes to understand his true thoughts.

"That depends on how much you can tell me. I'm eager to know everything about your place. Will you tell me everything without reservation? Of course, the offer I'm giving you is quite tempting. It all depends on whether your information is worth me bringing out my most treasured secrets. Don't you like being a businessman? How about we talk business?"

Wang Xiaobo took a deep breath, as if trying to inhale all the noise of the world into his lungs, and then continued to look out the window.

Suddenly, his tone shifted abruptly, like a sudden storm, "What's going on over there? Why are so many people gathered there?"

"That's a warm-up before the Poetry Immortal Gathering, and many people from all over the continent will come to participate. Right now, this is just the preliminary stage. Are you interested?" Xiao Xingchen's words revealed a hint of expectation, as if he were extending an enticing olive branch to Wang Xiaobo.

Wang Xiaobo nodded slightly, indicating that he wanted to go and take a look.

"Yes, this is Huayulou. You can choose where you want to stay."

Xiao Xingchen knew that Wang Xiaobo had been moved by his words, but he needed time to discuss it with others.

This excuse, though somewhat clumsy, is quite effective.

Having said what needed to be said, now it's just a matter of waiting for the people from Da Xia to contact him.

Therefore, he felt there was no need to try to keep them.

"Thank you very much. I will definitely come again if I hear any news."

Wang Xiaobo's tone was firm and decisive. After speaking, he turned and left without the slightest hesitation.

Only after Wang Xiaobo's figure disappeared into the distance like smoke did Ruoxue slowly drift over from outside the door like a ghost.

And appearing alongside Ruoxue was the mysterious man in black robes.

"How was it? Did you find anything?"

The black-robed man's voice was deep and hoarse, like the howl of a demon coming from the deepest hell.

The man in black robes acted as if he were quite familiar with Xiao Xingchen, showing no sign of their past life-or-death struggle. Instead, he sat down in front of Xiao Xingchen like an old friend, which surprised Xiao Xingchen, who stared at him intently.

He began, "If I remember correctly, our relationship doesn't seem to be this good?"

Ruoxue ignored the two people staring at each other and walked to the railing, gazing at the departing Da Xia group.

As expected, as soon as the people from Daxia left Huayu Tower, they were immediately greeted with numerous invitations, like stars surrounded by the moon.

"While you're chatting, some new news has come in. Would you like to hear it?"

Ruoxue said softly.

"Is it about Emperor Wu's side? Is this Poetry Festival going to fall through? After something like this, he can't possibly continue to trust the Confucian Temple."

"On the contrary, everything is as usual, as if these people from Great Xia had never appeared."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Xingchen frowned deeply, thinking to himself: These people from Da Xia are probably doomed; they're clearly trying to cheat.

Moreover, he suddenly realized an extremely serious problem: in Xiao Jianren's memories from his previous life, there had never been any trace of the Great Xia.

With the arrival of the Da Xia group, the Poet Immortal Gathering became as elusive and mysterious as a fog.

Seeing that no one paid any attention, the man in black snorted coldly and, like a nimble cheetah, leaped down. He disappeared in mid-air like a phantom, vanishing into the sky like an exploding firework.

Ruoxue witnessed this scene and was shocked. This was the first time she had ever seen someone disappear so silently.

"Who exactly is this person? Why are all the people you meet so strange?"

"Ignore him; we have no time for that now. Is there any good plan to save these people of Great Xia?"

"You're dreaming. The Confucian Temple and Emperor Wu have become a laughing stock because of them. I'm afraid the assassins are already on their way. These people will probably never see the sunrise tomorrow."

"We finally found a clue, how can we give up now? We still have to save him. Hey, isn't this black-robed man just a free thug?"

Xiao Xingchen suddenly stood up and looked outside. The black-robed figure had vanished without a trace, but his thoughts were surging like a tide. There were things in the Great Xia that he was quite interested in, and before he obtained them, Wang Xiaobo and his group couldn't die. Whether it was about demons or his former associates, they were all invaluable directions for investigation. As for the black-robed figure, since he didn't treat him like an outsider, why should he be a stranger to him? He could put aside worldly affairs for now; he couldn't help him for nothing.

"Don't leave yet. Today's matter is not yet settled. I have already registered you. You still need to go to the Talented Person Platform. This is related to the Poet Immortal Gathering, so it should not be taken lightly."

Seemingly sensing Xiao Xingchen's intention to leave, Ruoxue decisively stopped him and then tossed him a registration sign.

"You decide what to do. I've done all I can. If you don't listen, don't come looking for me again!"

After saying that, Ruoxue drifted away, completely disregarding whether Xiaoxingchen agreed or not, leaving Xiaoxingchen standing there feeling extremely embarrassed.

The arrival of these people from Daxia in the city was like a boulder thrown into water, creating ripples and causing quite a stir.

However, after the purpose of their visit was explained, everyone's eyes were fixed on the key issue of how Daqian would mortgage Hanhai.

As for other things, especially everything about the Great Xia Dynasty, little was known, so there was very little discussion among the people.

It's no wonder no one paid attention; everything in the Great Xia Dynasty was under a state of secrecy. Unless someone is truly interested, it's difficult to attract attention to the unknown.

Their energy remained, like a magnet, drawn to the competitions on the Talented Persons Platform; only the Talented Persons Platform offered the gossip they truly enjoyed.

The only people who could pay attention to these individuals from Great Xia were the leaders of various countries, and even these people's understanding of Great Xia was limited to hearsay.

This shows that the Nine Heavens have adopted a zero-tolerance attitude towards the Great Xia Kingdom; everything about them is shrouded in mystery and cannot be discovered.

This is one of the reasons why the Da Xia group was picked up as soon as they left the Flower Language Pavilion. Da Qian is determined not to transfer Han Hai, which means that Da Qian has been excluded from the opportunity to befriend Da Xia.

This is precisely the opportunity that Dali and Dayan have their eyes on. Dali is located on the eastern side of the region, right to the east of Hanhai City, which is a perfect combination of timing and location. If they can befriend Daxia, the future benefits will be immeasurable.

"The Talented Platform, so be it. Anyway, I've already been molded into Xiao Jianren by them, so let's just go with the flow and let this arrogance erupt like a volcano, shocking everyone for a while."

He secretly vowed in his heart that the meeting of the Poet Immortal was imminent, and the main thread of history was like a winding river, flowing endlessly.

He was determined to be there in person to see what kind of upheaval this Houtu Festival would unleash and what earth-shattering events it would produce.