360 Poisonous Scorpion Number Nine
Xiao Yu gestured a signal with his hand, and five assassins in black robes appeared near the carriage.
Sikong Qianluo hurriedly gripped her spear, but Xiao Se faced her and gently shook his head.
"The gamblers can’t leave the gambling table." Xiao Yu sneered, and the five assassins rushed towards the White Prince Residence.
"Are they killers from Hidden River?" Xiao Se frowned slightly, watching them pass by his carriage. Each man had hollow eyes and a pale golden complexion. "But there’s something odd about them."
Lei Wujie stood up, flicked his hand, and the Heart sword dropped into his grip. "The opponents I’ve been waiting for are finally here. But, they’re just a bunch of pesky swords. How disappointing."
Under the moonlight, the five assassins rushed towards him in a sudden attack.
Lei Wujie steadied himself and prepared to meet the enemy.
But a huge sword dropped from the sky, abruptly intercepting the five assassins in their place!
The five assassins counter-attacked in a concerted move, but were slashed apart by the single sword move.
In this world, only Yan Zhantian could have such dominating sword power!
"Lost my turn again." Lei Wujie scratched his head.
But, after the five people were flung backwards by that sword, they landed on the ground and paused for only a short time. Then, they swooped up again and attacked Yan Zhantian.
Yan Zhantian knocked one down, but another came at him. After all five were sent flying, they returned to attack yet again. Yan Zhantian frowned slightly, and watching from the distance, Lei Wujie was also becoming alarmed.
These five assassins moved swiftly and their attacks were ruthless. Indeed, they were first-rate assassins, but they were not even worth mentioning when placed before the Wrath Sword Immortal. What was frightening was, these five assassins didn’t seem to feel any pain.
"Medicine men." Yan Zhantian snorted coldly. "Hasn’t this evil craft from Western Chu been eradicated?"
Back gate of White Prince Residence.
Xiao Se recalled the assassins he had seen just now, and couldn’t help but find something familiar about them. It was only at this moment that he realised. "They’re medicine men from Western Chu!"
Sikong Qianluo didn’t understand. "What’s a medicine man?"
"Before the kingdom of Western Chu went extinct, there was a group of mysterious medicine teachers who could use medicine to refine people. The people who took their drugs could improve their skills rapidly within a short period of time, and they will no longer feel pain. They will not stop fighting until they die. These people were called medicine men." Xiao Se looked at Su Changhe. "But the fate of these medicine men were all very tragic. Is the Patriarch so cruel even to his own people?"
Su Changhe was silent, but Xiao Yu sneered and said, "Such soft-heartedness."
"Ants!" Yan Zhantian swung his sword hard and sliced through one of the assassins at his waist. He leaped up in the same move and cut off the right hand of another assassin. But the assassin didn't feel the pain at all as he drew a short sword with his left hand and stabbed it towards Yan Zhantian.
But soon, that left hand also flew into the air, still holding the short sword.
Yan Zhantian raised a foot and kicked away the assassin with no hands. Then, he turned his head and looked around. Lei Wujie withdrew his sword and grinned. "Senior Wrath Sword Immortal, although we weren’t on good terms before, given the current situation, we should probably join forces."
The remaining three assassins rounded on him again.
Yan Zhantian frowned slightly. "The two assassins earlier were obviously much weaker, but these three, their skill levels are nearly on par with the Heads of Houses. I want two, you can have one."
Lei Wujie nodded with a smile. "Much thanks then, Senior."
"If it wasn't because we can’t afford any mishaps with Chong'er today, I would have wanted all three lives." Yan Zhantian raised his sword and faced the enemy.
On the roof eaves not far away, a dark figure had appeared without anybody’s notice. He wore a long black robe with a hood that was pulled low. In the darkness, his expression was indiscernible while his robe fluttered in the night breeze.
Inside the house.
The room was completely silent with the exception of Hua Jin's heavy breathing. The technique of transplanting eyes was indeed a secret of the Medicine King Valley taught only to their own disciples. However, no one had performed this surgery for many years, because in this world, how many people were willing to give their eyes to someone else.
"Shifu." Mu Chunfeng hurriedly picked up a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from Hua Jin's forehead.
Hua Jin took a deep breath. "We’re halfway through."
The set of perfect eyes had been removed. Now, they had to transplant it into Xiao Chong.
Mu Chunfeng couldn't help asking, "Shifu, have you performed this surgery before?"
"Practiced it once on rabbits," Hua Jin replied.
Mu Chunfeng was surprised. "Then you dare to perform it today?"
"There’s always a first time for everything. They dared to wager and I have the confidence." Hua Jin held up a small silver knife in her hand. "Let's begin the second half."
"Genius doctor Hua's medical skills are really amazing, but you can stop there," a cold voice suddenly sounded.
"Er-ge is a good person, but he has a shortcoming, and that is, he trusts others too easily," Xiao Yu told Xiao Se. "That's why he got blinded back then, and that’s also why he’s never been able to beat me all these years. "
Xiao Se shook his head. "But it’s also because of his nature that there’s someone willing to give up his own eyes for him now."
"But there’s also someone by his side who’s going to prevent this from happening." Xiao Yu smiled.
"What are you talking about?" Xiao Se was alarmed.
"Why would the White Prince, who has always been steady, seek out the Hidden River to help him? That’s because long before this, someone represented Er-ge and disguised himself as you to seek the Hidden River’s alliance. Once Er-ge sought out the Hidden River, he was riding a tiger that he couldn’t get off. And in the midst of all this, he lost the Tang Clan, formed a vengeance with Lei Clan Fort. That’s how it all started." Xiao Yu looked at the moon in the sky and said quietly, "The person he trusted the most brought him along this path with no way out."
Xiao Se frowned, and said solemnly, "Poisonous scorpion Lao-Jiu."
This was what everyone called Xiao Jingxia when he was a child, because among all the princes, he was the most vicious and cruel. When he was young, only the very kind second prince was willing to talk to him. After all these years, they all thought Xiao Jingxia had changed because of Xiao Chong, but now, it seemed that a poisonous scorpion would always be a poisonous scorpion.
Inside the house, Xiao Chong and Ling Shaohan had their eyes tightly shut. They had both been given the Divine Immortal Drunk and would not be waking up for a while.
Hua Jin was still facing Xiao Chong, ready to carry out the second half of the eye transplant.
Mu Chunfeng drew his Moving Mountains sword from his waist. "I really thought that with so many martial experts on guard today, I wouldn’t have to use this sword. But, who would have thought, disaster strikes from home. I heard that you’re His Highness White Prince’s closest brother."
"How could there be brothers amongst the imperial family?" Xiao Jingxia suddenly opened his folding fan. "You’re a noble son of the Mu family, but you’re familiar with a sword too?"
"Shifu, please rest assured and continue treating His Highness. Whatever happens here, this disciple will protect you," Mu Chunfeng said calmly. "I practiced the no-killing sword, but tonight, maybe I’ll have to break this precept."
Xiao Jingxia waved his fan and a silver needle shot out towards Hua Jin.
Mu Chunfeng swung his long sword, deflecting the silver needle which fell to the ground. He shook his head. "Although you’re a prince, you have no air of an emperor, using such skills only good for imitating dogs and stealing chickens."