Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm - Chapter 1773 - 1772: Holy Woman

Chapter 1773: Chapter 1772: Holy Woman

Bei Yun had just finished roasting a few more slices of beef. He placed the beef in Gu Xin’s bowl and sighed, “Cattle are scarce in Daqi. It’s almost impossible to eat beef there. This place is better—eat as much as you want.”

Oxen had always been a precious resource, and the “Daqi Law” strictly prohibited their slaughter. The Yang Family was not bound by the “Daqi Law,” but as a matter of principle and to set an example for the world, they rarely ate beef either.

The Yang Family rarely ate beef, so Bei Yun could only follow suit. He couldn’t help but sigh again as he remarked, “This journey westward hasn’t been in vain. Not only is the scenery beautiful and the food delicious, but I’ve also discovered a lot of plants I’d never seen before… hmm?”

As he was smiling and chatting idly, he suddenly looked eastward, his eyes narrowing. Then, without a word, he flew in that direction. “Divine Crossbow Team, protect Miss Qiao!”

Before his words had fully landed, his figure was already a small dot in the distance, almost out of sight.

Upon seeing this, Qiao Xiaomai quickly turned her head eastward, a worried expression appearing on her face. Tong Sanlang had gone off alone to survey the surrounding terrain. Could it be that he had encountered trouble?

As it turned out, Tong Sanlang had indeed run into trouble.

He often wandered around the camp under the pretense of surveying and mapping, and today was no exception. However, he hadn’t expected to stumble upon something unusual—a group of people escorting an extravagant sedan chair toward a hillside.

Their movements were strange, and not wanting to cause unnecessary trouble, he hid behind a nearby mound, intending to wait until they passed.

Little did he know that the saintess inside the sedan chair from the Yirbeier Sect had spotted him. She accused him of spying on the sect’s secrets and ordered her followers to attack him. Truth be told, this group was quite formidable, even stronger than the experts of the Divine Crossbow Team. But what was even more terrifying was the saintess herself—her martial arts skills were nearly on par with his own.

A saintess whose martial arts were nearly equal to his own, combined with over a hundred followers stronger than the Divine Crossbow Team… Tong Sanlang was undoubtedly outmatched. He could only fight as he retreated, gradually making his way back toward the camp.

The commotion from the fight was loud enough for Bei Yun to hear it from afar. He immediately ordered the Divine Crossbow Team to prepare for defense and protect Qiao Xiaomai, Gu Zhen, and Gu Xin. The visitors were clearly not friendly.

When Bei Yun arrived at the battlefield, he was stunned. “Tong Sanlang, what did you get yourself into?!”

“How the hell should I know?!” Tong Sanlang replied, equally frustrated.

If he’d known this would happen, he would have studied the Bei Family’s unique mental techniques under Bei Yun’s tutelage. That way, he would never have been discovered while sneaking around.

“I was just passing by, and they accused me of being up to no good, spying on their secrets, and decided they had to silence me!”

“Wow! So overbearing, huh!” Bei Yun clicked his tongue and immediately flung a handful of powder into the air.

As the powder scattered, the leading saintess let out a strange-sounding cry. Her entourage quickly retreated like a receding tide.

Even so, dozens of them fell victim to the powder, collapsing instantly and losing consciousness on the ground.

Seeing this outcome, Bei Yun couldn’t help but laugh. “Tong Sanlang, I’ve told you before—poison techniques are far more practical than martial arts. Look at this! What do you think of my results?”

“Amazing, amazing, you’re amazing.” Tong Sanlang promptly praised him.

In truth, ever since Qiao Xiaomai had been captured by Bei Yun, Tong Sanlang had been studying medicine and poison techniques under Bei Lingsu. However, he was always so busy with other matters that he often set them aside.

Reality had taught him a lesson—when roaming the world, poison techniques were indeed more convenient.

As Bei Yun and Tong Sanlang exchanged words, the saintess, standing in the distance, spoke in a strange-sounding Daqi dialect. “Who are you people?!”