Chapter 1125: Chapter 191: The Belated Fish (Part 1) (4,200 Words)
In the air, visible storms howled and swept by.
Sheng Zhehan felt his breathing almost freeze in that instant.
A term flashed through his mind instantly.
Black ranking top ten level?!
How could there be such an expert here?!
Shit, so much for being sickly.
The intelligence is questionable.
There’s a traitor!
Or is this a plan to get rid of the pawn after using it?
In an instant, many thoughts flashed through Sheng Zhehan’s mind, but he was not one to surrender easily. The muscles under his clothes instantly tightened, and his whole body was like a drawn crossbow, instantly retreating backward.
He was only two or three ters away from the door behind him.
But a figure was still in front of him, and a hand was placed on his shoulder. Cold sweat instantly dripped from Sheng Zhehan’s forehead. At this mont, he finally understood what he had just witnessed.
His proud Heavenly Flight Finger was instantly avoided, and the opponent returned to the original place while dodging. The speed of the movent technique was so fast that even with his eyesight, he couldn’t react.
At this mont, there was only one thing he could do.
He suddenly turned around, unleashing all of his martial arts secret techniques. His inner qi erupted, forcibly pushing his qi chanism up another step, then crossed his hands like a Double-Headed Flood Dragon, coiling toward the neck, attacking instead of defending.
The opponent’s hand turned into a blade, instantly breaking this move’s form.
Then it struck heavily on Sheng Zhehan’s abdon.
Sheng Zhehan’s face turned white, a mouthful of blood sprayed out. He looked up to see the cold indifference in the other’s eyes, and a chill rose in his heart. At this mont, combined with the recent intelligence he had received, he finally recognized the person’s identity in front of him, his heart trembled, then he gritted his teeth, mustering his last strength, and fiercely attacked.
Like a fierce tiger leaping down from the bluestone.
The montum was fierce and resolute.
White Robed Heavenly Flight Finger Sheng Zhehan collapsed on the ground like a lump of dough.
“I surrender!”
………
When the servants of the pill room woke up, they didn’t find anything amiss.
As for the sudden appearance of two more people, it wasn’t a problem, just two more sets of bowls and chopsticks, which was nothing for the Second Prince’s household with its wealth.
The sunlight was warm and gentle.
Wang Anfeng rubbed his temples, lazily yawning. Last night’s events were indeed too much. After a lot of effort, he interrogated that Soul Severer Gu Qinghan and decided to spare his life for the ti being.
Just as he was about to rest, the fish he had previously baited arrived at the door unexpectedly.
Due to the involvent of Tian Qingzi and Jin Gaochi, he didn’t use the previous arrangent at all. But that ‘fish’ was persistent and ca knocking, only to be easily dealt with by Soul Severer promoted to alchemy labor.
Thinking of Lv Guanhong’s previous performance, Wang Anfeng almost suspected whether the Martial Artists of the Parthian Empire habitually surrendered after defeat? Unlike the ones he saw in the Great Qin who fought to the death.
The two n behind him had used the Face-changing Technique, becoming completely ordinary.
One was tidying up the Pill Book, and the other was carrying a Bamboo Basket with a black and white little beast snoring inside.
Just as Wang Anfeng’s mind was wandering, he suddenly heard a commotion outside. The attendants and steward put down what they were doing, respectfully saluted, and out of curiosity, he tucked his hands in his sleeves, holding a Bronze Warm Furnace, and strolled outside slowly.
After a few steps, he saw a crowd surrounding an elder coming in.
The elder was sowhat thin. His clothes fluttered slightly in the breeze, his hair and beard were white, and he carried a short-handled peculiar weapon. It was the expert from the Parthian Empire that Wang Anfeng had seen before, once the Left General of Parthia — Elder Lone Boat.
However, at this mont, this elder, whose purely martial body had reached the Fifth Rank, seed not as spirited as he was a few days ago. Wang Anfeng knew that this elder didn’t get along well with Jin Gaochi, so he couldn’t even bother to approach him.
He just stood lazily in the sunlight, holding the warm furnace in his hands.
Yesterday, because of Gu Qinghan’s poisoned flying dagger, Wang Anfeng’s Qi chanism spilled out once again, leaving him sowhat listless.
The old man on the lone boat saw Wang Anfeng’s lazy deanor and snorted coldly with displeasure.
Earlier, he had so change in opinion about Jin Gaochi, pondering whether to show this retainer so favor, but didn’t expect him to still appear like mud that couldn’t stick to the wall, feeling a bit angry, he brushed his sleeves forward, ignoring him, thinking it might be better to talk to the Prince about dismissing this person.
Beside him, the middle-aged steward led him forward, being attentive and considerate.
The old man’s reaction was lukewarm; he ntioned a few nas, asking for so top-grade dicinal herbs, all used for revitalization. Over the past seven or eight days, they have constantly acted as guards around the Second Prince.
For martial artists of this caliber, not sleeping for a day, or even a month, wouldn’t have much effect. However, if they stayed fully focused and alert, the toll would be considerable, especially for him as an elder, whose inner strength has beco increasingly rich over the years, his spirit still isn’t as resilient as a younger martial artist. After seven or eight days, he felt quite fatigued.
This outing was partly to fetch so high-quality herbs, and also to catch a breath.
The day is always safer than the night.
The steward, hearing his request, turned around to fetch the herbs, while the old man stood in the courtyard with his hands behind his back, casually observing. His dissatisfaction with Wang Anfeng as a junior, not coming forward to pay respectful greetings nor even offering a cup of tea, grew.
Though the steward executed his etiquette flawlessly, the old man insisted Wang Anfeng should bow his head.
Coupled with the fatigue over the past few days, his mind grew sowhat obsessive. He was about to speak out to reprimand him, when suddenly he saw soone carrying a bamboo basket co out of the house with a broom in hand.
Seemingly ordinary, yet for so reason, a chill abruptly surged in the elder’s heart, making it difficult to avert his gaze, as if heaven and earth beca heavy and oppressive all at once, everything around lost its original brightness and color, leaving only that young man in sight.
The lone boat elder’s breath suddenly stalled, instinctively raising his right hand to cover his wound, that terrifying, old injury that has been with him for twenty years, almost reshaping his destiny, suddenly stabbed with heart-piercing pain.
His breathing was rapid, his steps unstable.
What is happening?!
The elder’s thoughts turned difficult, while the young man grabbed so at strips, feeding a little beast lying in the bamboo basket, sensing sothing, he turned his head, looking in the elder’s direction.
That face was never seen before.
Yet those cold and indifferent eyes flashed like lightning, instantly bringing back vivid mories buried in the elder’s heart for over twenty years.
In the pri of life, encountering that smiling boy.
The boy was smiling, yet there wasn’t a hint of emotion in his eyes, cold and still.
It’s him!
Just at this mont, the young man’s eyes of suspicion gradually faded, as if rembering him, the corners of his mouth curved to both sides, revealing a sowhat weird yet joyful smile.
The elder’s heart pounded wildly, every inch of skin screaming.
That shadow from the past, fernted over more than twenty years, has beco an indelible nightmare, even for a Fifth Rank martial artist, before this, he was still human, facing the deepest nightmare in his heart, he would have all sorts of reactions.
At this mont, a rolled-up scroll lightly hit the back of the young man’s head, though his smile didn’t change, it transford from being eerie and dangerous into a fawning and flattering expression.
The lone boat elder was montarily stunned.
The atmosphere of fear instantly vanished.
Then he saw that detested Great Qin man cough twice, putting the warm furnace aside at so point, holding the rolled-up scroll in his right hand, carrying it behind, his expression calm, casually saying:
“Sorry, old Mr. Zhou.”
“I summoned the original two alchemy apprentices back. They may be unsightly, startling the old gentleman, I beg your pardon.”
“Qingfeng, Mingyue, co to greet old Mr. Zhou.”
“Qingfeng?”
Ranked eleventh on the Black List, the top assassin of Parthia, Soul Severer Gu Qinghan, widened his eyes.
“Mingyue?”
Ranked thirty-seventh on the Black List, Parthia’s white-cloak Sky Soaring Finger Sheng Zhehan, lowered his eyes.
Both of their lips twitched simultaneously.
PS: Presenting the first update today, 4200 words. Though Qingfeng and Mingyue are alarming, they don’t resemble assassins and are indeed obedient and docile masters of the Black List—do you like them?
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