Chapter 924: Black Clan, the truth revealed (2/2)

Jun Yixie only laughed. “Ning Cheng, the Wind and Black Clans were always allies. The civil war in the past started because of the Sandy River flood and the conflicts between the Wind and Black Clans. Think it over carefully, hehe!”

Did Ning Cheng need to think twice? Jun Yixie’s words confirmed his guesses! East and West Qin had really been provoked into fighting! Everything started with the Wind and Black Clans. All these years, all those people who held onto their hatred, wasn’t for the sake of East or West Qin at all!

It was for the Wind and Black Clan! They were the ones they should hate!

Ning Cheng staggered back a few feet. How was he supposed to accept this? The belief that he and the Di Clan had held onto for years was nothing but a joke!

Hilarious!

Ning Cheng kept shaking his had while Jun Yixie moved to press closer. “Even if my master betrays the Black Clan, he won’t pledge loyalty to West Qin! Ning Cheng, don’t bother meddling in his business. I’ll only ask you one thing.”

“Are you interested in...forming an alliance with my Black Clan?”

Black Clan?

Jun Yixie was a descendant of the Black Clan?

Ning Cheng was shocked, while Bai Yuqiao could only gape in disbelief. Despite this, they soon understood everything. Jun Yixie was a descendant of the Black Clan, so no wonder Bai Yanqing took him as a disciple and raised him so many years!

The Black Clan understood the speech of animals and was proficient at commanding beasts.

“Are the horsekeepers of the Wintercrow Clan all from your Black Clan?” Ning Cheng asked.

“Exactly!” Jun Yixie admitted openly.

The story behind him inviting the horsekeepers back from Wintercrow Clan to look after the animals was all a pretense to pull the wool over their eyes. All of the horsekeepers were members of his Black Clan. Because he knew the art of commanding beasts, he had earned the worship of the Wintercrow royal family and easily purchased 90,000 battle horses. Ning Cheng’s heart was filled with emotions. He never thought this would be the ultimate truth. Long Feiye must be wondering how Jun Yixie won over the Wintercrow Clan and his horses as well.

“Ning Cheng, that slut Han Yunxi can even throw herself into Long Feiye’s arms, so why persist in reviving West Qin? Heheh, you were really blind to make her your master,” Jun Yixie mocked.

Ning Cheng only lowered his head in silence.

Jun Yixie rapped his fingers against the phoenix wing face mask and sneered. “What, you’re still wearing something like this on your face? Are you expressing your sincerity or courting disgrace?”

Ning Cheng knocked aside Jun Yixie’s hand but remained silent.

Doubt flashed past Jun Yixie’s eyes before he simply decided to rip off the mask. He was about to toss it when Ning Cheng finally stopped him and snatched it back with a cold voice. “Jun Yixie, I can work with you. The country will be yours, but Han Yunxi is mine! I won’t let you hurt a hair on her head, how’s that?”

Bai Yuqiao’s head whipped back. Although she’d more or less guessed his feelings, hearing them from Ning Cheng’s own lips was still a little unbelievable. No wonder Ning Cheng would still defend the Di Clan to the death even when Han Yunxi forgot about her national enmity to ally with Long Feiye. As it turned out, Ning Cheng’s heart lay not with West Qin, but its princess!

Jun Yixie roared with laughter. “Giving up the kingdom for a beauty! Hahah! Han Yunxi’s flavor is indeed fine, but it’s a pity! Back then…” Back then, in a moment of impulse, he’d narrowly claimed the woman for himself.

While Jun Yixie was grinning, Ning Cheng suddenly punched him in the mouth. Not expecting this, he was struck sideways and knocked to the ground, spitting out two teeth!

“Ning Cheng!” Bai Yuqiao rushed over angrily, but Ning Cheng kicked her aside. His rage towered to the skies, so before Jun Yixie could get up, he’d grabbed the man and punched him again.

Abruptly, Jun Yixie blocked his fist and laughed. “Truthfully, I’ve never had the chance to try her flavors. But...hehe, Long Feiye probably has. I’m not interested in his worn shoes. If you want it, you can have it! Save all your temper for Long Feiye instead! What do you count for...if you direct it towards me? Haha!” Jun Yixie’s words made sense, but Ning Cheng somehow found the strength to break free of his grip and form his left hand into a fist. Once again, he punched the man in the face until he was sent flying.

The needle embedded in his left hand was forced deep into Ning Cheng’s flesh by the impact, but he couldn’t feel any pain. It was his heart that felt miserable. As he stared at Jun Yixie’s face and lips, he suddenly realized that they were the same: both worthless good-for-nothings!