The light of swords and spears flickered in the not-so-large inn, turning it into a battlefield in an instant.
Zuo Qiuyang’s short sword was bewitchingly beautiful, flashing by and claiming a life with each movement.
The whistling sound of the sword made one feel as if their heart was being gnawed by ants.
“Strong.”
Xiao Qian felt a slight chill in his heart; the opponent’s killing intent was formidable, and if it came down to a desperate fight, he wasn’t confident he could overcome them.
His teacher once said that among his peers, he was considered a brilliant genius.
Old Xiao always felt that he was mediocre.
He used to think it was because he came from the Qingyuan Sect, where people were outstanding and the land was blessed, but now, after coming down the mountain, he encountered this person again.
“Of course it’s impossible. At his age, he has already reached perfection.”
Qianxing Wuzun lightly exclaimed, also feeling surprised at Zuo Qiuyang.
“Do you recognize his martial arts style?”
“Idiot, if I didn’t recognize it, why would I remind you?”
“Teacher, if this inn is off, why didn’t you warn me?”
Xiao Qian stood in a corner to avoid the attack.
As hidden weapons flew wildly, he had no choice but to grab a broken sword and swing it around.
“These aren’t even killers worth mentioning.”
“And they’re not here to k*ll you.”
Xiao Qian nodded. He hadn’t received any summons, and there were no innocent bystanders involved here either.
Alas…
Suddenly, a hidden weapon he had deflected pierced through the chest of some unfortunate soul.
“This guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, I’ve always thought he was part of Zuo Qiuyang’s group!”
“k*ll him!”
A wave of sword and spear lights swept towards Xiao Qian.
Qianxing Wuzun smiled faintly:
“Now it’s clear.”
“…”
Xiao Qian remained silent, forced into the battle.
Both of them were geniuses capable of fighting beyond their realm in the Internal Breathing Realm.
And these disguised assassins did not even have anyone at the Jade Liquid Realm level.
The outcome was self-evident.
This encounter quickly ended.
The inn was littered with corpses, except for the fake cook and innkeeper who escaped; the rest lay dead.
Zuo Qiuyang sat back in his seat, wiping the bl**d off his face, and began eating noodles, pushing all the beef into Xiao Qian’s bowl before he started eating.
“Is this thanks?”
Xiao Qian sat down, his mouth twitching slightly.
Zuo Qiuyang swallowed the noodles whole and shook his head:
“No, but I can give you a piece of advice.”
“Now is still the time to leave. Those who will come to k*ll me later are not the same as those just now.”
“More people are coming?”
Xiao Qian fell into deep thought.
But he still needed to deal with such people.
Seeing him not moving, Zuo Qiuyang frowned:
“Have you heard of the Huai Shan San Sha?”
“I’ve heard of Huai Shan, there’s a town there.”
Xiao Qian shook his head; he had been in the Qingyuan Sect for several years and wasn’t well-informed about external matters.
He only remembered Huai Shan Town because he had passed through there when traveling from Cotton River Prefecture to Ziyang Mansion.
Zuo Qiuyang’s expression changed slightly:
“The town… is gone. Not a single chicken or dog left. Three years ago, it was taken over by a group of bandits.”
“Their leader called themselves the Huai Shan San Sha, brothers who were proficient in cooperative attacks.”
As he spoke, he clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white.
“Oh?”
Xiao Qian’s expression changed slightly:
“Don’t the government and sects intervene?”
He hadn’t seen any similar missions in the External Affairs Hall.
A hint of sarcasm appeared on Zuo Qiuyang’s lips:
“Huai Shan is at the border between two prefectures. The Ziyang officials say Huai Shan Town is close to Cotton River Prefecture and thus not under their jurisdiction. The Cotton River Prefecture says Huai Shan Town is separated by a river from them, so villagers should go to Ziyang Prefecture for help.”
“They keep passing the buck, whether they forgot or never got it straight.”
As he spoke, he glanced at the bodies on the ground and muttered to himself:
“Pity, the Huai Shan San Sha are just accomplices. The person who killed my master hasn’t been found yet…”
It seemed he sensed his sorrow and hatred.
His short sword suddenly buzzed softly at his waist.
The murderous intent inside the hall rose again, sending shivers down everyone’s spines.
“Let’s go, this is for your own good.”
Zuo Qiuyang’s voice, filled with a chilling aura, almost sounded inhuman.
Xiao Qian couldn’t help but feel a bit heavy-hearted.
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