Before Wang Anfeng appeared in front of Wind Character Tower.
Fufeng County City·Ministry of Punishnt.
Yan Ling, dressed in vermilion clothes, yawned. His eye bags had gotten heavier compared to two years ago, and though he seed sowhat lazy, his aura was much deeper than before.
He held a scroll in his hand, sent from the Ministry of Punishnt in Xi Dingzhou City. Yan Ling’s gaze swept over the scroll, showing a thoughtful expression.
"What’s wrong?"
The man sitting beside him had a rather imposing stature. Curious about Yan Ling’s expression, he raised his eyes and smiled casually, saying, "Nothing much, just that the power dynamics in Jianghu of Xi Dingzhou have shifted. The once dominant Twenty-Seven Allied Gangs have been destroyed and replaced by the Giant Whale Gang of Xi Dingzhou."
"A new master nad Ying Lie has erged, almost on par with Middle Third Rank."
He, sounding a bit helpless, rubbed his temples before adding pensively, "The Blade Madman first wreaked havoc through Jianghu of Xi Dingzhou and Zhongzhou, almost breaking through to Evergreen Mountain."
"Then the Giant Whale Gang brought out so bizarre new Lord."
"I don’t know what kind of geniuses or treasures Xi Dingzhou produces, but within a short span, two young masters with Martial Arts both of Sixth Rank and extraordinary combat power, erged. Impressive indeed."
Another man, with a slightly solemn expression, asked:
"Do you think there’s a connection between these two?"
Yan Ling, rubbing his temples as he seed very tired and thus quite fond of this gesture, chuckled and replied:
"I didn’t say that."
"But it doesn’t hurt to check."
The man across did not take Yan Ling’s vague words lightly and nodded seriously, saying:
"I understand."
"There’s no ti to delay, I’ll give the orders now."
"Wait, co back..."
Yan Ling stretched out his hand to stop the sowhat impetuous man, his eyes slightly sharpened, then asked again:
"Before this, all the mbers of the Xue Family had left, right?"
"Those few are coming today. If they run into the Xue Family, it would be sowhat inconvenient. Hmm, just to be safe, deploy more personnel. You understand, right?"
The man nodded and said:
"Subordinate understands."
A few monts later, the man hurried off, leaving Yan Ling alone, looking rather solemn as he gazed at the scroll in his hand. Sunlight stread through the gaps in the window, casting a flowing light on him, making him appear like a statue. After a mont, he sighed deeply.
"Xue Family..."
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"Xue Family is the number one Assassin Noble Clan under heaven, you are Xue’s daughter; you don’t need these trinkets!"
At the age of five, a distant cousin had put her first beaded flower on her.
Then, it was harshly broken by that person, thrown in front of her while she kneeled on the bluestone slab, hearing her sister’s screams of agony during punishnt.
She had kneeled for 24 hours.
It was winter then, and the snow was very deep.
She did not cry.
"Emotions make people full of weaknesses. Once there are emotions, the strong will no longer be strong," he admonished her.
Then he stabbed her white rabbit to death with his sword, the blade’s chill penetrating to the bone - a speed unmatched even by thunder, yet he did no harm to her. But he forgot, she too was a descendant of the ones who assassinated the Ancestral Dragon, she could feel it.
The sword blade hesitated just a mont before her chest.
That year, she was seven years old.
The third young master of the Xue Family in Jianghu.
Everyone in Jianghu knew Xue had no daughter.
He was one of the top three assassins under heaven, her biological father.
She opened her eyes.
It was just noon, and she had just been resting in her clothes for a while. Her sword lay beside the bed, within easy reach, and although her right shoulder still hurt, it no longer affected her movents, and she did not mind.
The first ti she was injured, she might have cried.
But after the hundredth, or the thousandth ti, anyone would beco numb to pain.
She rembered, at that ti she was twelve.
Dressed in a gray vigorous attire, her face grimy, her shoulder wrapped in bandages, her expression as cold as frost.
In front of her, her uncle’s daughter ran past in a goose-yellow dress, her uncle carefully protecting her from behind, his face wearing a smile she had never seen on that person’s face.
"In the future, you can only cry in front of dad and mom, outside, you must be strong..." her uncle told her cousin as she left the house for the first ti. Read new chapters at .Côm
She didn’t agree with him; even elders can be wrong sotis.
If you want to live well, you cannot cry.
Crying is a luxury.
That year, she was thirteen and had already made a na for herself as invincible among the younger generation in Jianghu, at the cost of twenty-three penetrating injuries, seven internal injuries, and forty-eight painful awakenings from her dreams. That year, her brother was eight. When his wrist swelled after a sword match, the entire Xue Family was alard.
Everyone in Jianghu knew, Xue Qinshuang was tearless.
Yet that night, she seed unable to control herself, kneeling in front of her mother’s grave, her amber eyes sharply open.
Even while crying, she was silent.
Xue Qinshuang gently moved her wrists. Outside the courtyard, a faint killing intent had already appeared, signalling that the family pursuers had co again.
She put aside her Taiqing sword and Plain Sword.
On her lower back, she also carried an inconspicuous short sword, barely a foot in length.
Not very eye-catching.
But only a few knew, this short sword was even more dangerous than the well-known sword in her hand.
Outside the courtyard, a faint malevolence surrounded the area, an old woman crossed with a basket selling snacks, children ran about, and a woodcutter passed by shouting his wares. Although to others, it was still a scene of peace, in the eyes of the descendant of the world’s top assassin noble clan, this peaceful scene was full of hidden dangers.
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