"What is their purpose in coming here?" Su Jin pondered for a moment.
"The Japanese spread false information that a treasure had appeared here, so these people came here on a whim," Ye Xingchen said with a smile.
"This is trying to muddy the waters, despicable." Su Jin's expression was somewhat cold.
“It’s certainly despicable, but it doesn’t matter. We’ll just go with whatever tricks they pull.” Ye Xingchen said with a smile, “The more underhanded they are, the more it shows that they don’t know what they’re doing.”
The bonfire party continued; this kind of social event is designed to promote interaction between people.
A young man stood up, walked over to Su Jin, and said with a smile, "Miss, may I ask you to dance a folk dance?"
This guy was none other than Fang Shaogong, whom we met during the day.
This guy's gaze was already somewhat lewd, and his look at Su Jin was particularly brazen.
"I won't jump," Su Jin replied curtly.
"Young lady, don't be so aggressive. Young Master Fang is no ordinary person." Fang Shaogong's lackey walked over, his words carrying a threatening tone.
"How can you talk to a girl like that?" Fang Shaogong slapped his subordinate: "Be gentle with girls."
"Yes, yes, Young Master Fang, I'm clueless about romance." The subordinate chuckled and apologized repeatedly.
"Young lady, let's be friends. I'm Fang Shaogong. My mother is the head of a sect, a martial arts master, you know? That's me," Fang Shaogong said with a forced smile.
He sat down directly, seemingly intending to strike up a conversation.
“Friend, you should choose a different target,” Ye Xingchen said. “You can’t handle this girl.”
"It's you again?" Fang Shaogong's expression changed slightly, becoming somewhat unpleasant.
He considered himself the son of a sect leader, and wherever he went, he was arrogant and overbearing.
But Ye Xingchen didn't give him any face today.
"Yes, it's me again. We meet again." Ye Xingchen smiled slightly. "You can't handle this little girl. Let's go."
Ye Xingchen earnestly reminded him, "Who is Su Jin? Beneath her angelic appearance lies a devilish heart."
Moreover, the disciple jointly trained by the five witches of the Xuanwu Sect possesses a natal Gu. How could Fang Shaogong be so foolish as to dare to provoke someone like Su Jin?
"Kid, mind your own business." Fang Shaogong's dog was at it again: "Otherwise, it won't do you any good."
"I'm not meddling in other people's business, Su Jin, let's go." Ye Xingchen smiled slightly.
Su Jin nodded, stood up, and was about to leave with Ye Xingchen.
But Fang Shaogong blocked her way, and he said with a smile, "Beautiful lady, we haven't danced yet."
“She said she won’t jump.” Ye Xingchen frowned.
"If you don't jump, you won't leave here today. I mean what I say," Fang Shaogong said coldly.
"How about we have your mom dance?" Ye Xingchen grinned.
"You fucking want to die!" Fang Shaogong roared, drawing a short sword from his waist and preparing to attack.
His two subordinates also drew their weapons, intending to kill Ye Xingchen.
Then, with the sound of bagpipes, the three of them screamed and dropped their weapons to the ground.
A small, fiery red snake with a crest of markings slithered over the three of them and then quickly darted into Su Jin's sleeve.
All three of them had a purplish-blue tooth mark on their wrists, left by the small snake.
Although they didn't know the snake's name, these people were also from the martial arts world, and they knew that the more poisonous something was, the brighter its color would be.
Moreover, the black aura on their wrists spread rapidly, and soon their entire palms turned black.
The three were both shocked and furious. Fang Shaogong hissed, "Who exactly are you?"
Su Jin glanced at the group but ignored them.
"I told you long ago that you couldn't handle this girl, but you wouldn't believe me." Ye Xingchen said helplessly, "Don't worry, this is a Crimson Moon Serpent. It already showed mercy to me just now."
"The poison on your wrists will dissipate in an hour. If you're alright now, get out of here."
"Your name is Ye Xingchen?" Fang Shaogong stared at Ye Xingchen. He remembered that this kid had introduced himself during the day.
"Yes, my name is Ye Xingchen." Ye Xingchen nodded slightly.
"Kid, we'll remember you." One of Fang Shaogong's subordinates pointed at Ye Xingchen: "Watch where you're going."
Ye Xingchen glanced at him, then suddenly, he moved his hand, grasped the subordinate's fingers, and gently twisted them—snap…
"Ah..." Fang Shaogong's subordinate's fingers immediately became deformed, and he staggered backward, screaming repeatedly.
"You dare hurt my men? Do you know who I am?" Fang Shaogong was both shocked and furious. He shouted, "Offend us, and you will die! I..."
"If you really want to die, I don't mind granting your wish right now." Ye Xingchen raised his eyes, unleashing his aura without reservation.
"You are... Heavenly Realm?" Fang Shaogong staggered back a few steps, his face pale. Ye Xingchen's deep shout had caused him internal injuries.
"What's with all this talk about Heavenly Realm? Don't worry too much about realms." Ye Xingchen concealed his aura: "Don't provoke me again, get lost."
Fang Shaogong glanced at Ye Xingchen resentfully, then gritted his teeth and said, "Let's go."
Several people, their faces dark with displeasure, slunk away.
“They will retaliate,” Su Jin said. “Have you found out their background?”
"They're nothing more than a few assassins from the Three Thousand Towers," Ye Xingchen said with a faint smile. "They're not going to amount to anything."
Fang Shaogong and his group were from the Three Thousand Towers.
They are skilled at killing with concealed weapons, and the reason they use knives is to hide their identities.
But who is Ye Xingchen? You can tell from their aura that they and Si Qianyu are from the same school.
“Three Thousand Towers? Aren’t they assassins? What are they doing here?” Su Jin asked.
"Kill and steal the treasure," Ye Xingchen uttered.
"Who to kill?" Su Jin asked curiously.
"Of course it's me. There's no mission in the world that the Three Thousand Towers wouldn't dare to take on," Ye Xingchen smiled slightly.
Fang Shaogong and his group returned to the guesthouse. They took antidotes and used their internal energy to expel the poison. It took them quite a while for their hands to return to normal.
"Young Master... Ye Xingchen is not easy to deal with; he's a Heavenly Realm cultivator." One of the subordinates said, "How should we make a move?"
"So what if it's the Heavenly Realm? Our Three Thousand Towers has never failed a mission. Besides, we're not alone." Fang Shaogong sneered, "Our senior sister Si Qianyu is here too, isn't she? She's someone who successfully assassinated someone from the Heavenly Realm."
As soon as he finished speaking, the temperature in the room suddenly dropped by several degrees, and then Si Qianyu's figure appeared in front of them.
"Senior Sister." Fang Shaogong's underlings quickly greeted her, their faces showing a hint of fear.
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