News of the failed assassination attempt quickly reached Jin Yangfeng.
"The one who was killed was a disciple of Tianwu Peak, and the assassin sent there was captured by Luan Zhenfeng?"
Upon hearing this, Shang Jiuming abruptly stood up from his seat. "Are all our informants useless? Where is Yan Qing right now?!"
Where is Yan Qing?
After tricking Shang Jiuming, Yan Qing went to find his bald little beast alone.
With Jia Xitong acting as a system that runs between two places, Shang Yanting's search for the missing person is still quite difficult.
Saint Capital Academy is surrounded by mountains. Thanks to Old Nineteen, Jia Xitong could barely tell their approximate location and which mountain they were on, but the exact location...
"Aren't there any signs where you are?"
Shang Yanting asked patiently.
"Does the presence of three equally sized trees next to Senior Brother Nineteen count?"
Jia Xitong observed very carefully and recalled the details very seriously. "One of the trees looked just like a chair, and I even tied a red handkerchief to a branch."
There are thousands of trees in the mountains.
How did he find them one by one?
In the end, Shang Yanting came up with a solution himself: "Have the nineteenth prince find a riverbank to wait."
There are only one or two rivers in the valley, which is easier than finding a tree to mark the spot.
"Okay, sure."
Jia Xitong looked around through Shang Yanting's gaze; the pitch-black wilderness instilled a sense of inexplicable fear.
It's so dark at night, and Shang Yanting is running all over the mountains and fields all by himself. It's very worrying.
“Actually, it’s fine to come during the day. I think Senior Brother Nineteen can wander around for a while longer.”
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Halfway up the mountain
The bare branches of the trees blocked out much of the moonlight, and the icy wind seemed to seep into my cotton-padded clothes, threatening to pierce my spine.
The pampered Shang Moyun shivered from the cold, hoping the assassin would find his target soon.
There seems to be someone ahead!
A man dressed in a gray disciple's robe appeared and disappeared in the woods, while seven or eight assassins hid in the shadows and watched him quietly.
"kill!"
At Shang Moyun's command, all the assassins rushed out.
These are all the merchant's most formidable assassins, numbering less than a hundred in total, but they are utterly loyal and exceptionally valuable.
Sending them to kill a disciple with low cultivation level is a complete waste of their talents. Shang Moyun just wanted to finish quickly; he didn't want to stay in this godforsaken place any longer.
What seemed like a sure thing turned out to be a disaster. Not only did the other side evade the assassin's attack, but they also killed a carefully trained assassin in an instant.
It's not the nineteenth prince, it's Yan Qing!
——
These assassins were all too familiar to Shang Yanting.
These people were all chosen in their childhood, and were martial arts practitioners with exceptional talent. They were forcibly accelerated to the level of martial arts master using elixirs.
They received closed training and special education from a young age; they were killing machines cultivated by Shang Mingyi.
These people are ruthless and highly skilled at killing.
However, martial artists catalyzed by drugs are significantly different from normal martial artists, and Shang Yanting is extremely familiar with their weaknesses.
Dark night, windy and desolate wilderness
Since we've already run into each other...
Shang Yanting affixed a hardening talisman to the steel longsword in his hand, and the smile on his lips was extremely cruel.
Under the moonlight, in the woods
Swords clashed, and the stench of blood filled the air.
One by one, the people around him collapsed, and Shang Moyun's expression changed from calm and composed at the beginning to shock and panic.
"Yan Qing, we, the Shang family, have no grudge against you. Why are you always going against us?"
As the last assassin fell, Shang Moyun drew his weapon and confronted him, saying, "Do you know that no one who offends the Shang family will have a good ending!"
Shang Yanting drew his sword and severed the weapon in his hand. "What kind of fate do you think I deserve?"
The undisguised tone, the condescending attitude.
Yan Qing, backlit by the moonlight, her figure, her movements, and that strangely familiar voice...
In that instant, he felt as if he saw Shang Yanting.
"Who...who exactly are you?"
His voice trembled slightly as he thought about the idea that had just popped into his head.
Shang Yanting did not answer, but instead used the business acumen he had long since abandoned—
Using a merchant's methods to kill someone from another merchant's business—that's called retribution!
As Shang Moyun blocked these familiar moves, endless shock and fear rose in his heart.
Yan Qing is actually Shang Yanting!
Shang Yanting is Yan Qing!
That useless guy, whose foundation was destroyed and whose limbs were all broken, who should have fallen off a cliff and been devoured by wild dogs, has returned!
The fear of Shang Yanting that had been building up since childhood surged into her heart a hundredfold.
He instantly lost all fighting spirit;
He fled in a panic, taking no particular route.
This good-for-nothing, who had lost even his foundation, transformed into a once-in-a-millennium genius and became a highly sought-after talisman cultivator.
Thinking back to how they treated Shang Yanting, he knew they wouldn't let him or the Shang family off the hook.
Shang Moyun wanted to escape and immediately go back to tell Shang Jiuming and Shang Mingyi about this!
Halfway there, a tree trunk lying across his path tripped him up.
Shang Yanting has caught up!
As he approached step by step, a wave of despair washed over me.
With a determined look in his heart, Shang Moyun drew his sword, ready to fight him to the death!
He mustered his courage and rushed forward, but he couldn't even withstand five of Shang Yanting's moves.
He was trampled underfoot like a dog, and then with a crack—his leg broke.
A piercing scream echoed through the empty valley, startling the birds in the forest into flight.
"You're too noisy."
Shang Yanting plunged his longsword into his mouth and gently hooked it out, pulling his tongue out of his mouth.
Shang Moyun's pants were soaked through; he knew his death was imminent...
On the other side
Jia Xitong led her nineteenth senior brother to a flowing stream.
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