Chapter 160: Be Quiet
A shadow seemed to flit past the window.
Princess Qingyang immediately drew the long whip from her waist and leaped out the window in a single motion!
"Where do you think you’re going!"
’Coming here so furtively at this hour... they must be up to no good!’
CRACK!
She swung her long whip, lashing it forcefully forward!
But the figure was extremely cunning, their movements so nimble that they actually managed to dodge it.
The next moment, they paused and suddenly spun around.
WHOOSH—!
Several silver needles shot out!
Princess Qingyang’s eye twitched. "Shameless!"
’Using such low-life hidden weapons!’
She retreated a few steps, her whip moving so fast it left afterimages, batting the silver needles to the ground.
In that brief instant, the assailant changed direction again, turning back to head toward the room from another angle.
—Their real target wasn’t Princess Qingyang, but Shen Yanchuan!
"You dare!"
Princess Qingyang cursed.
Everyone knew Shen Yanchuan had met with an accident today. He had fallen from a cliff and, although he’d survived, he was still injured and needed time to recover.
This sneak attack was clearly timed for this very moment, a deliberate attempt to strike him when he was vulnerable!
"Men! Seize him!" Princess Qingyang shouted as she gave chase.
Soon, the commotion grew as several people rushed out and began to encircle the intruder!
...
"What’s going on outside?" Yun Cheng asked, opening the door a crack to speak with Lian Zhou, who was standing guard.
Lian Zhou shook his head. "I don’t know. It sounds like..."
As he spoke, another loud clash came from that direction.
Both their expressions changed drastically, and they exchanged a look.
"The master is under attack!" Lian Zhou decided instantly. "You stay here and stand guard. I’ll take some men to provide support!"
Yun Cheng nodded.
Lian Zhou immediately left with two squads of men, heading swiftly outside.
Watching their hasty departure, Yun Cheng furrowed his brow.
Suddenly, a faint sound came from behind him.
He turned to see a black-clad man in a mask who had somehow slipped past the blockade unnoticed. The man had silently made his way here, even prying open the window and leaping right in!
"Insolent!" Yun Cheng, a mix of shock and fury, immediately drew his sword and charged!
But he was too late.
The intruder took two quick steps, rushing to the side of the unconscious Death Warrior on the floor. He drew a sharp, gleaming dagger and plunged it toward the man’s chest without hesitation!
A vicious, triumphant gleam flashed in his eyes.
’As long as I kill this man, I can—’
But just then, the man lying on the floor suddenly moved!
He shot out a hand and clamped down on the black-clad man’s wrist, stopping him from moving an inch further!
The black-clad man froze on the spot, his eyes filled with horror.
"You’re not unconscious—no! Who are you!?"
The hoarse, stern voice was filled with the shock and fury of being deceived and played.
This man, though his hair was disheveled and his body covered in blood, was not one of their people at all!
The sounds of commotion and fighting drifted in from outside, and the black-clad man suddenly realized something.
"You did this on purpose!"
The anxious look on Yun Cheng’s face was long gone, replaced by his usual warm smile.
"It’s a little late to be realizing that now, don’t you think?"
The enemy thought their plan to lure the tiger from the mountain was flawless, never imagining that this trap had been set from the very beginning, just waiting for them to walk into it!
The black-clad man knew this was bad. Clenching his jaw, he immediately tried to kill himself.
But the man on the floor was faster. He grabbed the assassin’s wrist, twisted it sharply, and simultaneously sprang up, kicking him in the chin!
THUD!
The black-clad man slammed onto the ground, his body trembling in pain.
Yun Cheng walked over, bent down slightly, and ripped off his mask. With a CRACK, he dislocated the man’s jaw.
The man’s mouth hung open as he whimpered, blood trickling from the corners, but he could no longer kill himself.
"Xi Su, really, why’d you have to hit him so hard?" Yun Cheng said with a sigh of mock regret. "He lost so many teeth. It’ll be so annoying to listen to him lisp his way through the interrogation."
"..." The man who had been in disguise was speechless. "It’s good enough. Don’t be so picky."
True.
Yun Cheng clapped him on the shoulder.
"You didn’t lie here for so long for nothing. You get the top credit for this one."
Xi Su didn’t seem to care much about that. He pulled off the ropes that had been loosely tied around his own wrists and ankles, used them to bind the captive securely, and then looked outside.
"Things should be wrapping up out there soon, right?"
...
When Lian Zhou and his men arrived, the black-clad man lurking in the shadows thought the plan was proceeding smoothly. He began to dart around with erratic movements, trying to buy more time for his accomplice.
Although Princess Qingyang was a skilled martial artist, this man had clearly undergone specialized training, and an ordinary person couldn’t possibly keep up with him.
Before she knew it, he had already reached the door to Shen Yanchuan’s room.
Throughout the entire exchange, Shen Yanchuan hadn’t moved.
’His old wounds haven’t healed, and now he’s just fallen from a cliff. This is when he’s at his weakest.’
’If not now, when?’
A ruthless glint flashed through the black-clad man’s eyes as silver needles flew out like a sudden storm!
Princess Qingyang was alarmed. "Brother! Watch out!"
Shen Yanchuan took a step back.
The black-clad man sneered inwardly.
’At this close range, it’s impossible for Shen Yanchuan to dodge completely.’
’Besides, those needles are coated in poison. As long as one—’
Pfft.
Suddenly, a cold, sharp pain pierced the back of his neck.
The black-clad man’s body went rigid.
He instinctively reached back, only to touch an extremely thin, sharp blade.
’Is this...’
A sticky, metallic-smelling fluid slowly trickled out, yet a chilling cold swept through him.
He finally realized something and pointed forward with a trembling hand.
The next moment, he was shocked to see Shen Yanchuan’s speed suddenly and inexplicably increase.
THOK THOK THOK!
The silver needles embedded themselves in the chair and the game board behind him, but not a single one had struck him!
By a hair’s breadth, he had safely avoided the killing blow!
The black-clad man’s eyes flew wide.
"You... you—"
He finally realized something was wrong and immediately tried to take his own life!
But now, he discovered with horror that his entire body was already numb, and all his movements had become sluggish.
—There was something on that blade!
The black-clad man finally began to panic.
’If I fall into their hands, my fate will be worse than death!’
But no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn’t stop his body from growing numb and stiff, inch by inch.
CRACK!
Princess Qingyang’s whip cracked, sending him sprawling to the ground!
"What kind of trash dares to make a move on my brother?" She strode over, stomped a foot firmly on the man’s shoulder, and tapped his face with her whip, sneering, "Don’t blame anyone else. Blame yourself for following a master as stupid as a pig!"
The black-clad man struggled desperately, but his body was gradually losing sensation.
Panic mounted within him.
Finally, a pair of black boots appeared in his line of sight.
His fear peaked in that instant. The black-clad man began to struggle violently, his slurred speech sounding like a mixture of whimpers and roars.
Shen Yanchuan’s expression was cold. He raised his hand and thrust his sword through the man’s left shoulder, pinning him firmly to the ground!
"Be quiet."
His voice was calm as he glanced down, his gaze indifferent.
"Consider this sword strike a down payment on the interest I’ll be collecting from your Family Head."