Chapter 1162 A scholar can be killed but not humiliated

That night, Song Chunxue sat in meditation in her room.

The furnishings in Lord Wang's mansion reeked of money, and although the courtyard where they lived looked unremarkable from the outside, it was extremely luxurious inside.

The silk quilt felt very soft and smooth to the touch, and the mattress was also loose and soft. Song Chunxue had never even seen the material of the bed curtains before, but they were pleasing to the eye.

She sat in meditation in the room, feeling the faint woody scent in the air, which was refreshing even without burning incense.

This must be because the wooden bed is made of very high-quality materials; even after many years, the wood scent is still very calming.

Several times, she almost fell asleep.

Someone's here!

Wuyou suddenly ran around the room excitedly, her voice echoing in her mind.

[And quite a few, at least ten, who have already surrounded the courtyard.]

Song Chunxue opened her eyes, got out of bed, and went to the door, listening carefully to the sounds outside.

It was a very faint sound of footsteps, not even as loud as the breeze.

She gripped the Overlord Sword tightly, excited by the anticipation of what was to come.

She hadn't been out for a long time and really wanted to find someone to spar with.

More people are better.

Hopefully, those outside can hold on a little longer.

Therefore, we cannot allow them to kick open the doors one by one or release sleeping gas to harm them; we cannot give them such opportunities.

So, after a moment's thought, she opened the door and went out.

The sound of hurried footsteps and the whistling of a sword cutting through the air reached my ears.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

Song Chunxue deftly dodged it.

Looking around, she immediately spotted at least eight people standing in the courtyard, stunned.

It's hard to say where the others went.

Although her senior brother said he would protect them, she still wanted to draw all the fire.

"Come here, all of you, attack together."

Like a madwoman with no regard for her life, she charged at the person who was about to kick open the door with the Overlord Sword.

Seeing this, the others rushed towards her. The next moment, she twisted her wrist, and the Overlord Sword reversed, sweeping all the weapons in their hands to the ground.

"..."

Everyone was stunned, including Song Chunxue, who had been attacked.

She retorted irritably, "Useless piece of trash, you can't even hold a sword properly and you're trying to kill people."

That was such an insult that they pulled out hidden weapons from their pockets and threw them at her.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

"Clang clang clang!"

Song Chunxue deftly deflected all the hidden weapons they threw at her, and spoke casually.

"Pick up your swords. I'd much rather you all come up here and spar together."

A group of people, who were confident yet almost ready to jump up in anger, unconsciously picked up the swords on the ground as she asked and rushed over in a rage.

Zhang Chengxuan opened the door, came out, and joined the fight with his sword.

They didn't quite believe in the three children's swordsmanship, so they told them to stay in the room and not come out.

There were ten people, but as the fight went on, only nine remained, and one of them quietly left.

Song Chunxue saw it, but pretended not to.

She wondered if reinforcements would be called in to join the fight.

The Overlord Sword's power was unstoppable. Song Chunxue gripped the sword with both hands, fighting five opponents at once with a speed that dazzled them.

The group of masked men couldn't even hold their swords steady and dropped them several times.

Song Chunxue was getting annoyed. "What are you standing there for? Pick up the sword!"

The five assassins almost forgot why they came here, and felt somewhat humiliated as they bent down to pick up their swords.

This woman is terrifying. Her arms don't look thick at all, so how can she lift such a heavy sword?

The crucial point is that not only did he not hold the sword properly, but the blade also became dull.

Who could stand this?

One of them dropped his sword three times, and he cried each time.

"Why humiliate us like this? A scholar can be killed but not humiliated. If you want to kill us, then kill us. We won't practice swordsmanship with you!"

"Yes, do as you please, kill or torture us. We are inferior in skill, but I refuse to practice swordsmanship."

Wow, you've got quite a temper.

Song Chunxue stopped and stood on the fence in the yard, like a little bird perched on a tree branch.

“You can’t even hold a sword properly, but you’re all very stiff.” She asked with a smile, “Why don’t you tell me which sect or region you belong to? Did Lord Wang send you here? If you explain clearly, I will spare your lives.”

Zhang Chengxuan was struggling against four opponents, but he managed to hold his own for half an hour.

However, he discovered that the group wanted to leave.

"Junior brother, one of them ran away just now, and the rest want to run away too."

As they were talking, they saw one of them quickly leap onto the top of the wall, about to somersault over to the other side.

Song Chunxue grabbed Wuyou and threw her away.

"Aww!"

The sword hilt struck the man on the back of the head, and he fell off the wall without a sound.

He's probably not dead yet, just unconscious.

The remaining people were terrified and communicated with each other through eye contact and hand gestures.

"Don't even think about running away. Now that you're here, you're not going to leave so easily." Song Chunxue held the Overlord Sword in one hand, and whenever she saw anyone make a move, she would throw the sword at their knee or abdomen, making the hammer-like sword float back to her hand.

Looking into their weak and helpless eyes, Song Chunxue knew that it felt really good to be the bad guy.

"My senior brother is watching them from the sidelines. I'm just training their leader. He's terrible at it."

As she spoke, she raised her Overlord Sword and pointed it at one of them, "You, you cannot let go of the sword for a quarter of an hour. If you cannot last a quarter of an hour, you have no reason to be an assassin. Go home and farm."

As soon as she finished speaking, she swept her sword straight at his face.

With a flick of its tail, like a dragon leaping out of the water, the man's sword flew out again.

Song Chunxue waved her hand dismissively and said, "Next."

Even though they couldn't accept their current situation—going from assassins to sparring partners—the person who was chosen still charged forward with their sword.

The eight men, in less than half an hour, were dejected, standing in the middle of the courtyard with their swords in hand, feeling that there had never been a moment more painful than this.

Song Chunxue was waiting, waiting for their leader.

When someone more capable appears, we'll take them away.

She doesn't kill easily these days; unless someone is extremely wicked, she won't let him shed blood easily.

Besides, killing them would be so boring; they're suffering more from being alive than from being dead.

The three disciples who had been spying inside the room came out.

"Uncle-Master is going too far. He even broke someone's sword. How are they supposed to practice now?" Tu Dan'er urged. "Master, why don't you practice with Uncle-Master a little longer?"

Zhang Chengxuan kicked him without hesitation, "Shut up."

Song Chunxue sat on the steps to the side, waiting idly.

"Could it be that your leader doesn't want to take you back? Is he not a very good person either?"

The group remained silent, turning their faces away and gritting their teeth in anger.

"Who is this arrogant hero?"

Song Chunxue stood up. "Oh, your leader is here. You've already graduated and you dare to let people kill? If you don't have some skills, don't take on the job. It's shameful."

The masked assassins, who had initially been somewhat agitated, lowered their heads and didn't dare to utter a sound when they saw their leader appear.

“Indeed shameful. It seems they have no reason to live.” With that, the man in the black cloak raised his hand and flicked out an embroidery needle.

Upon receiving the order, Wuyou flew directly to block the poisoned embroidery needle.

“It’s all human life at stake. Your actions are rather unethical. Your subordinates can still be trained to take on jobs.” Song Chunxue asked with a smile, “I’m just curious, why did you sneak into the courtyard to ambush us?”