Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Su Yingxueâs heart skipped a beat. There were so many people?
Zi Wei shielded her, and seeing her counting the figures, he promptly informed her, âNineteen.â
âHmm? How do you know?â Su Yingxue leaned against his shoulder, her exquisite eyes brimming with curiosity.
âBecause he used to be one of them, the finest assassin of our Silver Moon Pavilion.â Hong Lian smiled, her fingers trailing along a strand of hair that fell to her right, âHeâs number one, and these are the remaining nineteen. Theyâre ranked based on their abilities, from one to twenty.â
âWhat number one! His name is Zi Wei!â Su Yingxue retorted coldly to Hong Lian while guarding her food.
âZi Wei?â Hong Lianâs lips curled into a mocking smile, âHaving a name doesnât change anything. Heâs still just an assassin! Unworthy of being human. Su Yingxue, care to guess how long number one here can hold out against the remaining Nineteen?â
Hong Lianâs tone carried a strong threat.
Su Yingxue understood that Zi Wei alone couldnât possibly prevail against these formidable nineteen.
Her palms were moist with sweat.
In this critical moment, she mentally called out to Little Ginseng, âLittle Ginseng! Little Ginseng, are you awake? Come out now!â
âLittle Ginseng!â
It had remained silent towards her for a while now. No matter how much she called, Little Ginseng didnât respond.
Could it be that she was truly about to fall into Hong Lianâs hands this timeâ¦
âRun, you!â Zi Wei disengaged from the fight with the nineteen assassins and shoved Su Yingxue away.
Su Yingxue was blocked by Hong Lian.
With deep-seated resentment already harbored, Hong Lianâs jealousy was further fueled by the sight of Su Yingxue wielding the Qingfeng Sword. Flames of envy surged within her, âYou dare to steal his sword! Su Yingxue, youâre seeking death!â
Su Yingxue raised her sword to parry, swiftly turning around. The swordâs edge sliced through the seven-petal lotus on Hong Lianâs dress. She raised an eyebrow provocatively, âWho can steal his belongings? He gave this to me!â âNonsense! No one is allowed to touch Your Highnessâs precious sword! Anyone who has touched it is dead!â Hong Lian bellowed.
âBut Iâm still alive and well, arenât I?â Su Yingxue pointed her sword at Hong Lian. The gleaming blade reflected Hong Lianâs contorted face, distorted by jealousy.
Hong Lianâs sharp fingers reached out, directly aiming for Su Yingxueâs throat.
As the master of the Silver Moon Pavilion, Su Yingxue could only withstand Hong Lianâs onslaught for about fifteen minutes, thanks to the Qingfeng Sword. Her possession of the sword barely enabled her to fend off the attacks. As the sky grew darker, Su Yingxue called out, âZi Wei!â
Zi Wei promptly disengaged from the battle, racing to her side. Su Yingxue whispered in his ear, âIn a moment, Iâll release some powder. Weâll run right away! Once weâre through the woods, they wonât dare to pursue us any longer!â n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Zi Wei nodded, his blood-streaked throat uttering a hoarse, âOkay.â
The two of them coordinated seamlessly. Hong Lian resumed her pursuit of Su Yingxue, eager to claim her head. However, Su Yingxue flung a handful of powder at her, effectively blinding her.
This was a type of toxic powder Su Yingxue had experimented with based on her motherâs notes. It was called âChaotic Flowerâ.
The Chaotic Flower seemed to enter the eyes.
If it came into contact with the eyes, it would blind a person instantly, and their vision wouldnât fully recover for at least a month.
Hong Lian was blinded, immediately covering her eyes and screaming, âSu Yingxue, what have you done?!â
âPavilion Master Hong Lian, youâve attempted to kill me multiple times. This is my gift to you! Letâs meet again next month!â
Su Yingxue laughed heartily and vanished alongside Zi Wei.
The remaining nineteen individuals, without Hong Lianâs command, dared not pursue further.. They supported Hong Lian, whose eyes were red and swollen, overwhelmed by an intense burning pain that brought tears to her eyes!